#the way they misread each other's reactions like

[zoennes]

“Is it me or there was a really weird vibe going on between Zoë and Senne?”

[bellewintersroe]

enemies to lovers headcanons with nix, winters, speirs and liebgott pls 🥺? (love ur writing btw)

thank you!!!!!! I love this request omfg hehehe and I’m so excited to write it, I hope this does your idea justice 🥰🥰

Easy Boys x Reader ~ Enemies to Lovers.

Ron Speirs:

I wrote something here but I accidentally deleted it and now I can’t remember but oh well. I think something along the lines of the fact he’s superrrr intimidating to you at first.

lets say you’re a pretty friendly person, you’d think he was super standoffish and maybe a bit arrogant? Idk it’s a weird take but let’s go with it.

anyway you don’t really talk, but when Ron starts to notice you more often (he always notices you the whole time) he can tell you don’t like him or something.

idk but one day when he’s just like oddly nice to you, like overly nice you suddenly feel bad and after months (or years) of avoiding the man you feel a pang of guilt.

he’d probs offer you some cigarettes or his coat or something whilst it’s raining in Germany.

the small gestures when Ron is finally relaxing towards the end of the war become more common and you decide you actually never hated him at all, you just completely misread him.

lets be honest you’re probs still intimidated asf by him, like the first time you two are walking alone just one on one it’s nerve wracking.

hes a lot more gentle? And soft spoken that you ever realised, like you’re just discussing something and you’re actually taken a back at how nice his voice is? That sounds odd, but then you look up to him and you kinda share a smile and that’s the exact moment when you can pin point the feelings between you both.

“you know I used to be scared of you.” You’d admit to him after a night of drinking in the eagles nest.

ron would just smile and legit just KISS YOU?!?

“uh did you mean to do that?”

“yeah…. Did you not… like it?”

you’re kissing again and suddenly the idea of somewhat disliking each other seems so stupid, Ron was there the whole time, yet only now did your relationship blossom into something so sweet and beautiful.

Joe Liebgott:

The most PERFECT example of enemies to lovers ever fr.

like you thing he’s smug and arrogant and he likes to tease you, like he says ur hot when your angry but then you snap back and he thinks ur a bitch and then the two of you avoid one another like the plague.

if you’re all sat in the same group you can guarantee he’ll throw some snarky comment your way and you’d hit one right back at him.

“Drop the attitude doll, just cos you’re hot.”

Backhanded compliments? Sometimes they’re kinda confusing but they’re reoccurring from entering Europe, it’s like Joe can’t actually be mean?

idk but you two will bicker and even when the feelings of hatred and despair begin to fizzle ever so slightly you still keep up to the image of disliking one another.

“I hate you.” But side eyes to watch the other persons response u know??

the thing is, you match each others personalities perfectly. Like you’re both feisty asf.

it’s one day that you’re a little downbeat and Joe decides he wants to make a snarky comment to you (to get your attention/ watch your reaction) that his heart legit drops out his asshole when he sees you cry.

like he actually make you cry. Fuck! It’s gone way too far and some of the boys are like; “oh way’da go, liebgott!”

He feels super, super bad, but just thinks you fully despise him now so he avoids apologising to you. In reality you’re more upset because something clicks that you don’t hate him, at all- so when he made a comment on a particularly rough day it bothers you in a different way than usual.

Has it clicked that the two of you like each other yet?? Idk idk.

anyway I can imagine one day Cobb makes some rude ass comment to you, and just as you’re about to open your mouth to spit something back at him, Liebgott interjects, feeling some form of anger like no other.

“Hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth, Cobb. Why don’t ya back the fuck off?”

it catches you both off guard like uhhhh- do you acknowledge that Liebgott just publicly defended you?? It shut Cobb up, so when Joe is satisfied and a little nervous with his work, he leaves.

idk I just feel like it would make you wanna chase after him and when you thank him he’s super relaxed and just… open?? Finally, there’s no facade that the two of you dislike each other, not remotely.

the conversations start up properly, like for some reason Joe would be nervous around you, he’d be so calm and speak so softly you’d tease him like is that the same person?!?

teasing each other like crazy becomes more of a playful/ flirtatious thing and neither of you can deny it.

“you know doll, maybe you never considered the fact you’ve actually been in love with me this whole time.”

“maybe I have.” “What??” “What?!”

let’s just say the feisty nature between the two of you is shifted into the bedroom… maybe all the tension of ‘hating’ one another paid off?

Lewis Nixon:

Honestly I’m struggling to think of scenarios for Lewis and Dick because they’re you’re superiors, like both of them are extremely respectful and professional men, I’m not quite sure how you’d end up becoming enemies?? For the sake of the fact it’s fiction, let’s just make something wild up.

so maybe bcs Lew is a big drinker and you’ve warned him time and time again to cut it out, you get so annoyed at him you just snap? Like you’re a little impatient with him, but he’s also not really giving you, the company nurse, but regard in return.

lewis would probs sign and roll his eyes and just walk away and it’s kinda awkward asf, and let’s say you’re shy, you just kinda avoid him like crazy.

so there’s more of a tension between the two of you, like you sigh every time you see him with an alcohol bottle, talking about his rich upbringing. Even tho Lew is extremely modest and doesn’t brag, maybe you just get the wrong end of the stick/ misunderstand? Idk people are complicated.

I feel like even tho it’s awkward you two would end up alone somehow? Like you’re stood waiting and you’re kinda forced to talk.

“Look I know you hate me and all-”

“I don't hate you, Captain Nixon.”

The interactions kinda pick up after he’s divorced, like you end up helping him with an injury he gained after a night of boozing. You don’t lecture him but you’re a lot more patient and understanding.

and uhhhh this does something to him. Like he’s confused, whys he feeling all these feelings towards a lady he’s barely interacted with?

oooo one day the tension between you guys would become too much and he’d kiss you and you’re both like wtfff- but it feels so good and so right so you just continue.

You two become masters of having a secret relationship and when the others find out it’s super unexpected and everybody’s a little baffled cos they figured the two of you hated one another??

It makes a good story to tell the grandkids, let me tell you that.

Dick Winters:

Ummmm this guy, yeah I’ve struggled to think of a scenario where he’d ever be anybody’s enemy (apart from the Germans obvs). But personally, he’s too respected, too calm and gentlemen like for you to be his enemy.

in this case maybe it’s more of a ‘we once had a thing but he stopped it and now I'm upset at him’.

like before you get serious, Dick has to stop the relationship because he knows it interferes with fraternising rules. Working together and being in a relationship would never ever ever work. The army forbids it.

it sucks and because he’s such a nice guy that sucks even more, like you can’t even look at him without wanting to cry, so you just completely blank him and try to push him away as far as humanely possible. Considering the circumstances you’re under, this isn’t very easy, nor is it very achievable.

dick always keeps an eye out for you, even though you don’t notice, he’s always asking others if you’re okay and if you’re taking care of yourself.

ofc there’s bigger things to worry about than your relationship ending, so the two of you would probably end up being completely professional with any interactions you have.

ouch it hurts both of you, but neither of you know it’s a mutual feeling? The longing for one another is so painful considering Dick thinks you hate his guts.

after the war is over and you leave the army, only then does Dick call you up one day and tells you everything.

like he wastes no time, trust me, and you’re in complete shock, because this man who became a total stranger to you is practically telling you he loves you?!??

ugh ofc you feel the same and the relationship back to lovers kinda begins to there.

But fr Dick Winters ending a relationship with you is legit your arc to become a villian- it’s no surprise you go a little crazy when he had to end things.

all you can say now is how glad you are things actually worked between you both, and be enthralled by the fact Dick practically waited for you the whole 3 years he knows you.

[promptthebear]

I love your writing so much - can I request 🐰 Arron Hotchner for number 13? I hope you are having a good day :)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader- Special kind of honey

Prompt: This is stupid...and kind of fun

Summary: Hotch just got back from a tough case. You've got a nice little homecoming surprise for him. Unfortunately things don't go as planned.

CW: A little bit spicy but not explicit. Some mild swearing. Established relationship between reader and Hotch. Reader has low self esteem. I can't think of anything else that needs to be tagged but please let me know if it does.

A/N: I am so very sorry this took so long and also that it kind of stinks. I really struggled with this prompt but what the hey, I tried.

Aaron wasn’t sure what he’d expected to find, coming home from a case well past midnight but it certainly hadn’t been this. Standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, gun holster still attached to his belt and briefcase still in hand, it was all he could do to keep his mouth from dropping open as he stared at the display in front of him.

“Babe? What do you think?”

You were spread out on the bed, waiting for Hotch like an all you could eat buffet. The lingerie ensemble you’d chosen was one of his personal favourites, a royal blue chemise and thong set made almost completely out of lace that showed off the very best of your assets while still leaving something to the imagination.

This alone would’ve been a treat, but it was the swirls of golden pigment that decorated your arms, legs and collarbones that caught his attention. You’d seemed to have paid special attention to your inner thighs and breasts, with those two areas sporting the highest concentrations of gold. Each time you moved, the light from the bedside lamp made your skin glitter with an almost magical lustre. You looked inhumanly beautiful, like a piece of living art.

“Babe?”

Hotch opened his mouth to answer you, only to close it again seconds after. The sound of his heart pounding in his ears was making it difficult to think, let alone speak, and the fact that all the blood in his brain was now rushing straight to his cock wasn’t helping matters.

“Sorry, this was a bad idea. Let me get cleaned up and then we can just forget about the whole thing”

Not waiting for a response, you started gathering up pillows and blankets off the bed in a frantic attempt to cover yourself up. It was only when Hotch’s line of sight to your bare skin was interrupted that his few remaining neurons sparked to life.

Cursing softly under his breath, he dropped his briefcase and rushed over, hoping to catch you before you could flee into the bathroom. His fingers missed your wrist by inches, closing around thin air as you scrambled across the bed and slid off on the other side.

“Honey, wait!”

The sound of Hotch’s voice made you pause long enough to allow him time to catch up with you. As soon as you were within reach, he anchored one hand on either side of your hips and pulled your body flush against his. You offered no resistance, coming willingly into Hotch’s familiar embrace even though you kept your gaze trained firmly on the floor.

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, save for the sound of your laboured breaths and fluttering hearts. Hotch wondered if you were waiting for him to speak, to offer some kind of explanation for the reaction you’d misread as a rebuff.

Though you worked for the FBI, you weren’t a profiler. You wouldn’t have been looking for micro-expressions or subtle shifts in body language the way he did almost on instinct. At best you’d probably assumed he was too tired after his case for sex and just wanted to go to bed. At worst, you were now thinking he was a complete asshole who no longer found you attractive. Either way he’d dug him self a pretty deep hole and the only way to get out of it was to explain himself , but once again Aaron Hotchner was at a loss for words.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care that you were upset, he cared so much it almost hurt, but that didn’t change the fact that pulling you up against him like this had been a mistake. Because now, instead of coming up with an apology, his brain had become entirely too focused on the subtle brush of your hips against his to think about much else.

“Are you going to let me go, Aaron?” you asked, finally breaking the silence

“That depends,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse “Do you want me to? Or are you just asking because you think it’s what I want to hear?”

You sighed, the sound coming deep from the pit of your stomach, and blew a stray lock of hair out of your eyes. Hotch watched it flutter in the air for a moment, before reaching up with one hand to tuck it behind your ear. You leaned against his palm, some of the tension leaving your expression as you did.

“I missed you.”

A smile played about Aaron’s lips, and he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. That wasn’t the answer he was looking for, and he had no doubt you were intentionally avoiding giving him one, but he was too intoxicated by the scent of your shampoo to care. He’d only been gone for a week, and yet he’d spent every day yearning for you like some lovesick teenager. Now that he finally had you in his arms again, he wasn’t about to let that be ruined by a foolish misunderstanding.

“I missed you too, honey. Now, are you going to be honest with me or are you going to make me chase you around the house a little first?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, as Aaron’s comment brought up memories of wonderful nights past. It would be a lot of fun to squirm free and play the brat for a few hours before finally giving in, but your ego was still too bruised for that. All too quickly the smile fell from your face, and you began to bite anxiously at your bottom lip, a sign that Hotch knew meant you were far more upset than you were letting on.

“Sweetheart? Talk to me, please”

“I just-”

Your voice cracked slightly, and Aaron’s heart almost broke along with it. There was hardly ever a good moment to be a horny idiot, but this one was probably worst than most. You had gone out on a limb for him here, done something spontaneous and outside your comfort zone so he’d have a memorable homecoming. You’d been vulnerable with him and even though he hadn’t intended to, he’d all but thrown it back in your face.

“I…do you think this is stupid?” you continued, pulling back so you could look down at the golden sheen that adorned your skin.

“Well no, considering I’m not entirely sure what this even really is yet.”

“It’s…it’s edible body powder,” you blurted, your cheeks starting to turn pink “Honey dust, to be more specific. Penelope gave it to me. I wanted to…mix things up a bit. Make them exciting for you. I should’ve known you’d think it was dumb and-and vapid and-”

Any further self depreciation vanished the instant Hotch’s tongue touched your skin. It was all you could do to keep your knees from buckling as he licked a stripe up the column of your throat. His mouth was blazingly hot, and if the noises he made were anything to go by, he approved much more than you initially realized. The sensible thing to do now was to let him keep going until he’d licked every inch of you clean and fucked you six ways to Sunday, but unfortunately your brain wasn’t about to let you off that easy.

“Aaron hold on- Aaron, baby- could you please just-”

You had to grab a handful of Hotch’s hair and tug before he finally extracted himself from your neck, grumbling softly under his breath as he did. The way the heady sweetness of the paint combined with the salty tang of your skin was potent. He’d barely gotten a taste, and yet Aaron knew he was ready to get down on his knees and beg if it meant he could have more.

“You’re not stupid”

“I never said-”

Aaron brought a finger up against your lips, gently but effectively silencing you so he could continue. Biting back your annoyance, you let him, your sense of curiosity overcoming your wounded pride.

“Look, you’re welcome to spend all night arguing with me about it if you want, but I also know there’s plenty of other things we’d both rather be doing so I’ll make sure I’m clear about this. You’re. Not. Stupid. You’re brilliant, and gorgeous, and I am so incredibly lucky to have someone like you to come back to every night. ”

You thought about protesting again, putting Hotch in his place and demanding to know why he’d been able to walk in, find you waiting for him as you were and not crack so much as a smile. He was smiling now though, looking like the cat who got the cream while his eyes roamed freely over the golden shimmer that decorated your cleavage and neck. His hands were also doing their fair share of roaming, trailing across the lace of your chemise and slowly working their way lower. It was only when you felt him cup your ass that you relented slightly, letting out a small moan and dropping your forehead against his shoulder.

“Besides,” Aaron’s voice was soft and low in your ear, his breath warm against your skin “You worked so hard to set this all up. The least you could do is let me thank you properly.”

“I like the sound of that,” you replied, offering Hotch a warm smile as you brought your hands up to rest against his chest “Only…”

“Damn it, sweetheart, you’re going to kill me. What is it now?”

You laughed quietly, not even bothering to hide how much you enjoyed working big, mean Aaron Hotchner into a tizzy. If only the other agents at work could see him now.

“You still haven’t told me what you really think.” you said, as one of your fingers started to twirl around the end of his tie “About the honey dust, I mean.”

Aaron groaned, and affectionately rolled his eyes. The fact that you were being stubborn really shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did.

“You’re still on that? I thought it would be obvious by now. I love it, though I’d love it if you were wearing a brown paper bag.”

At the sight of your furrowed brows and the hard line of your pursed lips, Aaron let out a sigh and gently grabbed hold of one of your wrists.

“Still don’t believe me? Look.”

With that, he pulled your hand down and brought it firmly to rest against his crotch. You gasped softly, feeling what was very clearly a massive hard on straining against the zipper.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, your eyes going so adorably wide Aaron had to fight the urge to smother you with kisses then and there. You’d been together for almost three years now, and somehow you were still oblivious to the effect you had on him.

“See? The reason I didn’t say anything before is because honestly, you had me too turned on to think. If I had been able to come up with anything besides “guh” and some drool, believe me I would’ve.”

For a moment you stood there, stunned and trying to process what Hotch had just said. Then, the laughter came. It bubbled up out of you like a freshly popped bottle of champagne and there just seemed to be no stopping it. Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were clutching Aaron’s shoulders, trying to stay upright as your body shook with mirth.

He held you through it, his own laughter, rich and warm, soon joining your own. When the two of you were finally able to settle down, you found yourselves sitting on the floor, still holding each other for dear life. Your tears had carved a path through the honey dust on your cheeks, creating dull stripes in between the swaths of gold. Aaron was also covered in the stuff, with most of it on his lips and nose from when he’d had his mouth on you earlier. The sight set you off in a fit of giggles again.

“Oh god, baby, I’m so sorry,” you said, breathlessly between suppressed laughter “What a mess, and the bed’s probably a whole lot worse. This really was a stupid idea.”

You reached up and tried to wipe some of the gold powder off Aaron’s face, but only succeeded in dusting it down onto the lapels of his suit jacket. That didn’t seem to bother him too much though, and he caught your hand before you could pull it away. He pressed a kiss against your palm, deep and reverent, before licking up the tender skin on the inside of your wrist. You shivered with pleasure in response, and let out a soft moan.

“This is stupid,” Aaron agreed, moving to stand and gently tugging you to your feet as he did “And also kind of fun. Besides, we can always do laundry later and after the week I just had, frankly I could use a little fun.”

You gave Hotch a sympathetic smile, and allowed yourself to be lead towards the bed without any further resistance. Sure enough, you could see gold dust coating your navy sheets and comforter, most of it concentrated in an outline of where you’d been laying. Aaron shook his head fondly at the sight, before scooping you up in his arms and laying you out like you’d been when he’d walked in earlier.

As soon as your back hit the bed, you reached for Hotch, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss. He lent into it eagerly, letting out a hum of appreciation as he felt your tongue brush against his lips. This was your first taste of the honey dust, and right away you understood the appeal. It was sweet. but not over powering, a nice little addition to Aaron’s already delectable kisses. With any luck, you’d be able to talk him into letting you cover him with it later on. The bottle said it could be put anywhere on the body, which had given you more than a few ideas you wanted to try out.

Despite the rough start, it seemed like the evening was heading towards a much more pleasant end. However, instead of climbing into bed and straddling you like you’d expected, Aaron suddenly broke off the kiss. Your eyes flew open and you propped yourself up on one elbow, watching has he turned away to walk back towards the bedroom door. His absence was already felt, your lips and body now caressed by the cold air instead.

“Aaron? Sweetheart?” you called out after him, trying to keep your voice calm “What are you doing?”

“Call it a do over,” he replied, flashing you a wide grin over his shoulder as he reached for the doorknob “An enthusiastic welcome deserves an enthusiastic reception.”

[kimbappykidding]

Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.

You'd started dating V 2 years after he debuted. Your company Cube were not thrilled about it. They knew they couldn't stop you or any of your G(I)-dle members from dating but they hoped you'd atleast date someone from the big 3 so if it got leaked you'd get a ton of publicity (you'd also get a ton of hate but they didn't care about that). BTS hadn't blown up yet so they saw you dating V as pointless, but you didn't.

V first caught your eye because of how good-looking he was. Then you also saw how sweet and kind he was and you knew you had a thing for him. You admired him for a while before you started trying to express your interest in him. You started bowing more to him, smiling, saying small things like "good luck" before BTS went on stage. It worked and you became friendlier and friendlier until one night V came over to you at a party and asked you out. You of course said yes and got on instantly. You really weren't slumming it by dating someone like V and it was your company's fault if they couldn't see that.

The two of you were really happy for a while. You had 3 years of bliss but that all started to change when BTS' fame skyrocketed. At first, you were thrilled for V! You knew how hard he and the guys worked and how they'd been overlooked for 5 years but fame is weird and we all crave attention and praise so you didn't fully blame V for what happened.

Suddenly everyone wanted to know him. Guys who couldn't be bothered to respond to him when he bowed to them were inviting him to A-list parties. Girls who'd never even spoken to him were acting like they were best friends with him. Particularly the ones from big companies. You decided to let V do what he wanted with it and let him enjoy parties and events on his own. He deserved the praise, not you and you didn't want to be accused of riding his coattails. Plus you never liked all that party stuff so you just waited home for V but slowly things started to change.

You saw V less for one thing and when you did see him, things were different. His team were styling him weirdly and trying to change things about him to make him appeal to an even wider audience. They toyed with his appearance like he was doll and started changing more personal aspects of him. His interests began to change and even the way he spoke altered. It would take him a few minutes each time you were together for V to shed the idol V and just go back to normal V. You loved when your V was back but it took longer and longer reach time. Not to mention when you did see V on the idol circuit you didn't like what you saw. You hardly recognised the man and didn't like how flirty he was. Sure there were girls throwing themselves at him all over the place but that didn't mean he had to reciprocate. Didn't he care about how you felt watching it?

Apparently not because when you brought it up in the car on the way home V was not happy. He didn't get it and saw your reaction as a lack of trust, completely misreading everything. You argued the whole way home and opening the door to your apartment, V still could understand what was wrong with his behaviour. "V you were flirting with her don't even try and pretend you weren't!". "Okay sure but what's wrong with that? It wasn't really me flirting with her just my character". You blinked "V that makes no sense! We're not actresses and even if you chose to flirt with her because your company asked you to I'm not okay with that". "Why?" V asked "you know none of that is true". "It doesn't matter though the girls you flirt with don't know that and neither do the others watching. Plus why would you even do that? There are some lines you don't cross V and when does flirting turning into more?". "More like what?" V asked and you shrugged "I don't know? A sexy dance together, lingering hands, a kiss...It will only keep getting worse and the lines will keep thinning and people will think that you're up for it" you argued but V was just getting more frustrated.

"I don't get why you're so worried about what other people think. Who cares if they think I'm fucking everyone in the industry, it's not like I'm actually sleeping with these girls and you know that!" V said and you laughed "wow thank you so much for doing that major favour for me!" you said and V rolled his eyes "why are you being so difficult?". "Can you really not see why I'm upset?" You asked and V shook his head "it's not like I'd ever actually cheat on you, I wouldn't go that far" and your jaw actually dropped. "V I don't want you to go anywhere near! It's not good enough that you didn't go too far! I got at first it was exciting having pretty girls from big companies talking to you but how can you not see through it? It's been a year now and none of these people wanted you before you were big!". "But you did so I should be grateful to you?" V asked. "That's not what I'm saying I just...I can feel you pulling away V and if you want out just say so" you said.

That stuck with V and he immediately switched to comforting you, telling you there was no way he'd want that and he'd make you see that. You wanted to believe him but a few months later it started happening again. This time you didn't fight it. You let V break away from you and do his own thing and you ended it 3 months later. You think there was relief from both sides when you did.

It didn't take long for V to start using his newfound freedom and you mainly just tried not to watch but it was hard because now everyone was watching him and news travels fast. You heard how he was seeing a model and then an idol and then an actress and then two models at the same time and it continued. At the few after-parties you went to, V could usually be seen making out with some girl and then another one later in the night. You'd heard he'd jumped into booze, girls and drugs head first and honestly didn't know how much Big Hit was paying the newspapers to keep it quiet but it must be a lot.

Fast forward to 2 years later, BTS were the biggest band in the world and you were happy for V but didn't really think about him much. The V today was a different person from the one you knew who didn't exist anymore. So you didn't even think of them as the same person. It was almost as if V had retired or moved away and there was just this guy who looked and sounded like him but you knew it wasn't him. However there was one person in the world who was sure if anyone could get the old V back, it was you.

You woke up to hear your phone ringing at 4 am. You glared and then gasped as you saw who was ringing, it was V's mum. You'd always been close to V's family when you were dating, especially his mum and towards the end you talked to her more than V. When you told her you'd ended it she understood and said she knew he'd lose you if he wasn't careful. You hadn't spoken to her since apart from Christmas cards so immediately shot up worried this had to be some emergency.

"Y/n it's V! He's not answering his phone and he needs to be at the airport in 2 hours! The boys can't get through to him and they won't let them leave the airport. Y/n he's missed so much if he misses this trip he'll be disciplined or worse" she said near tears and you nodded letting her words sink into your sleepy brain. "Okay so V is late for a flight?" you asked "what time does he need to be there". You confirmed all the details with his mother and then nodded "okay Mrs Kim don't worry I'll go get to him" you said without really thinking. You quickly pulled some clothes on as his mum sang your praises and thanked you a million times. You couldn't believe how quickly you'd offered yourself but for V's distressed mum you'd do anything you could. You promised to text her with updates and then closed your car door. You hadn't been to V's place in years and you hadn't ever planned on going back but here you were

You weren't even sure why V still lived here. Sure it was convenient but he could afford somewhere 5 times the price of this with all the fancy amenities but he'd stayed here for some reason. Maybe he was never here long enough to care about moving.

You walked up the stairs to his place and wondered if he still kept the spare key in the same place. You were kind of counting on it. You searched in his flower pot (which now had a fair few cigarette buds in which was a lovely touch) for the fake rock he'd bought. You found it and pulled it apart to reveal the key. Well some things hadn't changed. You took small comfort in that and opened the door.

The first thing that hit you was the smell of alcohol. It stank and was stale, as if the smell had been there a while. The apartment had changed a lot since you'd been here. Pretty much all the furniture was different and you could see the jump in V's fortune. You didn't like it though. It looked like someone else had decorated as none of this was V's style and it was all too tacky and showy. Then you reminded yourself that the V you knew was gone and this was probably the new V's taste which made you scrunch your nose in distaste.

You made your way further into the living and saw the coffee table was covered in a mix of alcohol bottles and some substances. You tried not to look too closely at everything and hurried through the living room trying to get past the smell and called out for V. You still remembered where the bedroom was and knocked but got no response. So you threw open the door.

V was in bed but you couldn't see him clearly because of the other girls in his bed. Two, one on either side. They were all naked and you assumed V was the lump in the middle. "V get up!" you yelled and knocked loudly on the door. The people in the bed jumped and began to stir. They all made a noise as you yanked the blinds up. V sat up and you realised you'd missed another girl who had been entwined with him. 3 girls and counting you thought, expecting another one to pop out from under the bed.

"Y/n?" V asked confused and you nodded "get up, you're late". "No I'm not I've got until...shit" he said seeing the clock. You nodded "yeah so get up!". "But why did they send you?" V asked and you shook your head "that's not important. What is, is that you've got a plane you can't miss so get up and get dressed. Ladies please gather your things and leave. I will order you a taxi to take you home". The girls did as you said, clearly thinking you worked for V or something and filed out. "You've got 10 minutes to get in the car or I'm leaving without you" you said and walked from the room. You made sure the girls got in their taxi and then went to grab V's suitcase, which was by the door, to find it empty.

You groaned, so annoyed he hadn't even packed and shoved open his bedroom door again to see V had left his bed but hadn't found his clothes. He wasn't shy and turned to face you, without a care in the world and actually smiled. He leaned on his wardrobe slightly "Y/n if you wanted a go all you had to do was ask" he said. You rolled your eyes "been there done that, I'm here because you haven't packed anything" and you walked past him and put the suitcase down on the bed. You turned around to see V standing right behind you, still naked and jumped. You hesitated for a second before your resolve came back. "Why don't you go clean up while I pack, you smell like a nightclub. Where's your passport?". "They have it" he said and you nodded "go wash up" and turned away. "Whatever you say Y/n" V said passing very close to you and he left the room. His words were incredibly sexually charged and you figured he must still be drunk. You could feel his eyes on you as he left the room but refused to turn and look at him.

You grabbed a bunch of clothes, shoes and underwear and shoved them in the suitcase. Then you grabbed his chargers and added them. You knew he'd need his skincare but he was in the bathroom with it and you didn't want to give him any more misguided ideas. You sealed the case and knocked on the bathroom door "5 minutes V, I'll be in the car" and waited.

4 minutes later V appeared, hair still dripping, looking like he'd been in a hurricane but dressed and ready. When he got in you told him to text RM you were on your way and ask where he should go. "Done, so now are you going to tell me why they sent you?" V asked "was it the boys' great idea or management?". "Neither, your mum called me in floods of tears because she thought you were going to be fired". "My mum?" he asked and you nodded "I never deleted her number and I guess she never deleted mine". "Did you delete my number?" V asked and you chose not to reply, putting the radio on instead and V let it drop.

You reached the airport 20 minutes later and V undid his seatbelt. "Thank you Y/n for doing this for me". "I didn't do this for you I did it for your mum" you said but you knew that was only half true. "Well thanks for caring for her, I would like to say I kept the same links with your family but that was never possible huh?". You couldn't believe he was bringing this up now and actually laughed "really? Still not over that?". "I don't think I'm unreasonable for still being upset your parents don't know who I am". "You want them to know who you are? Are you sure about that?" you asked "do you really think they'd be your biggest fan after everything that happened?". V looked down because you got him there and he sighed "sorry I'm still hungover, forget I said anything. Thanks for coming out of your way, I'll call my mum before we take off". You nodded and pressed the button to open the boot "I obviously can't come in with you" and V nodded "thanks again" and stepped out of the car. You didn't wave or anything but when you got far enough away that he couldn't see it...you looked back and saw V disappear inside.

You checked the headlines the next day to make sure V made the flight but other than that you went back to your life, V fading out of it. You didn't even tell your members where you'd been. You didn't know if they'd be upset at you for helping V or get hopeful this could mean something more. Yuqi was firmly of the opinion he didn't deserve anything from you but you knew Shuhua and Seoyeon still held out hope for you two despite everything. They thought V would give up his new lifestyle to be back with you but he couldn't give it up to keep you when he first got it so why would years later be any different?

Then a few weeks later you got some flowers delivered to your building. It was a huge extravagant bouquet that must've been really expensive. You guessed who sent it but sure enough, there was a card with one letter on it. "V". "Who sent them?" Minnie asked and you crumpled the card behind your back "oh just that brand I did that photoshoot with". "Awww that's so sweet!" Soojin said "mine never do that" and you just shrugged but one thing stood out to you. V still remembered what flowers you liked and had the bouquet made custom because they were all there. You remembered just how good a boyfriend V could be when he tried but that was the thing...it was all dependent on him giving a crap.

Some small part of you thought there might be more to this. That V might reach out to you again or this would be a wake-up call to him but no. The girls were always honest with you with any rumours and so a week later Miyeon admitted V had been kicked out of a club for having sex with a woman in the toilets. He'd apparently laughed it off, talked his way back inside and then left with a different girl. You scolded yourself for ever thinking he could change.

So when your friend Kai's birthday rolled around you were feeling a little restless. You wanted to banish any thoughts of V from your head and when you explained the whole thing to Kai he got an idea. He was friends with Jimin who had asked if he could bring Junkook and V with him. Kai checked you were okay with it and then told him yes...but that was months ago and now Kai had his own agenda because he'd heard V had been seen with his ex. "Now I know this is petty but what would you say if I suggested we do something to show V and my ex they're not the only hot idols living their best life?". You smiled "what do you have planned?".

Kai's party was huge because he was Exo's Kai and everyone loved him. So many idols showed up and he rented a mansion which only just fit them in. His party had everything from huge ice sculptures, to trapeze artists and fire breathers (not near one another of course) and the most amazing food in the world. But Kai had purposefully set up a stage overlooking the dance floor outside and about 2 hours in he made his entrance...with you by side.

Kai was the king of dance and so to kick off his birthday he did a dance with you but not any dance, it was sexy even for Kai's standards and you loved it! You adored the sexy concepts and Kai was the dream partner. Kai had choreographed this himself and you were so proud of your best friend so threw yourself into the moves...literally! Kai caught you in his arms and ran his hands down your body as you clung onto him with your legs tight around his waist. Then the next second he flipped you over and you sprang onto your feet beside him. You'd both practised very hard for this (more than you'd care to admit) but this was so much fun! Kai had been through a lot lately and wasn't sure if his ex-girlfriend had cheated on him with V so to see him so happy warmed your heart. You did everything you could to make Kai seem as sexy and amazing as possible and it wasn't hard.

You and Kai had warned your members that you'd be doing this dance but they still cheered and acted like it was the first hearing about it and to be fair their surprise was genuine. The girls hadn't seen you be this carefree and sexy since you broke up with V and they loved it. The Exo members saw Kai was in his element and screamed for him as loud as any EXO-L.

The dance finished with you and Kai pressed together, faces inches apart and the room erupted. You were pretty sure you could hear each of your members individually screaming in the roar and Kai recognised Suho's scream anywhere. Kai was so excited and had a beautiful smile on his face as he pulled you towards him and looked at the crowd. "Fuck him Y/n you're gorgeous" he said and your eyes found V in the audience. You moved them off him immediately and back to Kai "and so are you, she doesn't know what she's missing" and Kai smiled "and this is why you're my best friend, let's get down there!" and you agreed and took his hand descending down the staircase together for the night of your lives.

The party went on until the early hours of the morning and Kai only finally went to bed at 7 am. You set him up in one of the bedrooms upstairs and decided to do a sweep of the house before also going to sleep. You were in the garden wondering if to leave Sehun asleep in the bushes when you felt someone behind you.

You turned to see Jimin who smiled awkwardly. V had left ages ago, not long after your dance actually, but Jimin and Jungkook had stayed late. "Hey" Jimin said "I left my phone here accidentally and was naively thinking it might still be here. Have you seen one?". "Grey/black swirl phone case?" and Jimin's eyes lit up "you've seen it?". You smiled "I found it last night and put it somewhere safe" you said directing him to the kitchen. You opened the oven and saw Jimin's jaw drop. "Hey this is a fake house and nobody was going to start cooking so it was safe I promise". Jimin clutched his phone tightly but nodded" thanks Y/n" and you nodded to him "no problem".

An awkward silence settled and you had no idea what to say to him. The elephant in the room was V but how could either of you bring that up naturally? "Congratulations on the Grammys" you said and Jimin looked back up from the floor "thank you, it was surreal but so fun". You smiled "you deserve it, we were all cheering you on". "Thanks Y/n" Jimin said "I'm glad you're happy" he said when you frowned he gestured upstairs "with Kai?" he half asked. You didn't want to tell him it had all been a ploy to make his friend jealous but also didn't want to lie and say it was true so you just looked down nodding. "Thanks...I should probably actually go see if he needs any help with anything" you said and Jimin nodded "of course thanks Y/n and with a bow, he left.

One thing was for sure, the party and your plan was a raging success. You were sure you'd never hear from V again...but you did.

This will be a four-part series and I will post the new parts at the top of this page when they are up!

I hope this goes without saying but this is all fictional!!!! I am not saying V does any of these things and took creative liberty. This is all made up and I am not trying to imply anything. So...if you want a fun fake kpop story with the very hot Taehyung then stick around.

[mikuni14]

Wandee Goodday - Ep 2

Dee and Yak are such an interesting couple: they both have unresolved love problems with other people, and yet together they have created a surprisingly normal and mature relationship that is based on honesty, openness, communication, clarity about expectations, personal freedom, sexual freedom, respecting boundaries. Dee and Yak are now in a place many couples never get to be! Of course, this may change the moment their feelings for each other begin to complicate this now comfortable situation. I'm a bit afraid of the appearance of a lack of communication, creating false scenarios in their heads, trying to keep a distance, or, ugh, noble sacrifice 😶 Please don't.

I really like how Yak tends to care for and help Dee. I also liked the scene when Dee dried Yak's head with a towel, it was very domestic and very "old married couple", simply nice and casual 💖

I really liked how Dee explained why he didn't want to kiss, how Yak didn't laugh at him or make a big deal out of it, and how elegantly he got around this rule by giving him a kiss that was much, much more romantic and amorous than kiss on the lips 😘😘 And I REALLY liked the fact that Dee, despite the his reservations and rules, did not protest at all about receiving the necklace and being kissed on the necklace once it was on him. But maybe he didn't realize the meaning of this gesture, after all, Dee IS very inexperienced, as evidenced by his 8-year-old crush, the way he behaves in clubs (😬) and the way he simply accepted Yak's necklace, which he never parts with and which is his even a sort of his trademark without a second thought 😭 Oh Dee… my sweet, sweet Summer child 😭😭😭

I love how sensitive Yak is to Dee's moods, how he always KNOWS when he's sad.

Ter's conversation with Dee and the way he behaves makes me lean towards one of the earlier theories, that Ter knew exactly what he was doing and he was seducing Dee. That it was just not too friendly behavior, misread by Dee. When Ter insists that Dee give him what he wants, he holds his hand tenderly and it is a physical manipulation like wiping his mouth earlier. I won't even comment on the world's oldest manipulation: "if you love me, do something for me" and I'm so relieved that Dee didn't give in to it right there. After the first episode, we debated whether Ter was doing it all consciously or whether he was misunderstood, but now there is no longer any doubt that Ter was manipulating Dee. Someone like him certainly would notice his younger colleague's infatuation, which he consciously fueled with gestures clearly associated with seduction, instead of creating distance. Plus, he could have said no to Dee in a much gentler way, without damaging his self-esteem or their relationship. This is very reminiscent of the situation in other series - My Ride, where the older doctor consciously kept the younger one infatuated with him.

Anyway, this series is so much fun, so many pretty boys, and when I see Dee and Yak together I have two reactions: 1) 😍💖🥺💞✨🔥

and 2) officer! these two right here, please arrest them, they're so fucking dumb 🤡

[heavenlyhischier]

good luck | nico hischier

penny and nico see each other for the first time for the new season.

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With training camps starting back up for the season, Penny was running all around the city to get interviews and statements from returning players and new. She even had to fly out to Carolina for less than a day to talk to their players, and she was utterly exhausted. She knew she signed up for the busy schedule and constant travel from city to city, but didn’t take away from how tiring it was.

Today was a bit easier and lighter on her shoulders as she observed the New Jersey Devils training camp and then had the remainder of the day to finish her reports and a few articles she already drafted up. Her and a few other members of media teams waited around for the boys who had media duty to filter over once camp was over for the way. Despite it being her second year reporting on her own, she couldn’t help but feel nerves creep along her skin.

Penny had been standing off to the side after she finished the questions she had for Luke when she caught the eye of the team’s captain. His deep brown eyes were bright and excited as he gave her a faint smile, one she happily returned before focusing her attention back to the rookie. She fought back to blush to her cheeks as best as she could, but her efforts only did so much. Nico had that effect on her the entirety of last year, and clearly this year was going to be no different.

Nico’s heart beat against his ribs as he watched Penny’s cheeks flush a deeper shade. He’d developed a small crush on her during the duration of last season, and it would be a lie if he said he hadn’t been looking forward to seeing her again this year. He had carefully and subtly flirted with her when he was graced with her presence during an intermission or post-game interview, but he was going to be a bit bolder this year. 

He hovered around the locker room for a bit longer than he usually would, hoping that he would be able to catch her before she left. Nico couldn’thelp but be a little anxious as he worked up the courage to approach her outside of the obligatory interviews she had to do with him. What if he had been misreading her reactions to his flirtatious looks and comments? He’s sure that she gets that kind of attention from many other single hockey players, but he wasn’t sure how she responded to it.

Penny felt Nico’s gaze on her during the last few minutes of Luke’s interview, and it made focusing a little more difficult than she’d like to admit. She had let his actions last year go on because, truly, she didn’t mind the attention from him, but she fears it might’ve started something she wasn’t sure she wanted to continue. For as long as she could remember, she told herself that she would never date a hockey player. She grew up around them and knew that they had the reputation they did for a reason, and she wanted no part of that. 

Still, it never stopped her from vaguely flirting with Nico because a small part of her could tell that he wasn’t like many of the men in the league. One thing her father and brothers taught her was how to read people for who they really were. Nico was genuine and real while others said what they needed to get whatever they wanted and then move on. Despite that, she had still sworn off hockey players and she had no intent to go back on that. 

When Luke’s interview was wrapped up and over, she gave him a small hug before throwing her bag over her shoulders and turning to make her way out of the locker room. Penny caught Nico’s eyes for the second time, and before she could say anything, he was approaching her.

“Hey,” Nico greeted, his lips turning upwards into a smile.

“Hi, Nico,” She couldn’t help the slight teasing tone to her voice.

“How was your summer,” He asked, shuffling closer to Penny as he peered down at her.

“My summer was good. Just went back and spent time with family and traveled a bit. From what I saw, yours was pretty nice as well.”

Nico’s eyes widened a bit as she mentioned his summer, a warm feeling in his stomach as he spoke, “You keeping an eye on me?”

Penny realized what she had said as soon as it came out of her mouth, and she felt the embarrassment crawl up her neck. She hoped that Nico would just ignore it, but of course he didn’t. She could always lie and say that she was only doing it for work, but she didn’t want to upset or lie to him. Instead, she just playfully rolled her eyes and shoved his chest.

“So,” Nico swallowed thickly, the courage he had slowly dwindling, “I was wondering if you would be interested in going out sometime?”

Penny froze in her spot, but she wasn’t all that surprised at the question. She saw it coming eventually, but she didn’t think it would be the first time they’d seen each other since last season. Honestly, she wanted to agree to go out with him, but she couldn’t stop from a slight fear from settling in her chest. She’d been hurt by one before, one that she trusted more than anything, and she couldn’t deal with that again. Not while she was working for the NHL especially.

“I’m sorry, Nico, but no,” She winced as she watched his face fall and she was quick to continue, “It has nothing to do with you! It’s just– I don’t date hockey players.”

Nico felt disappointment flood his veins as she rejected him, but he was also confused. He knew it had nothing to do with some sort of rule. He’d asked someone just to be sure that it would even be allowed before he worked up the confidence to ask her. However, he hadn't gotten this far to give up so easily.

“Why not,” He asked, quirking a brow.

“Use your imagination,” She airily laughed, “I have to get going, but I’ll see you around.”

“I’m going to change your mind,” He called out as he watched her saunter out of the locker room.

“Good luck!”

[wheelofmeta]

An interesting thing I'm kind of sad Robert Jordan didn't do is have Berelain, instead of going with Perrin and then having the nonsense that is the love triangle plotline with him and Faile, is have it be she goes with Mat to get Elayne/end up in the Ebou Dar plotline.

Berelain in particular involved in Ebou Dar would get interesting, both in the context of her interacting with Tyelin (both rulers of weak nations, but Berelain arguably in a much stronger position due to her connection to Rand versus Altara's isolation at large at that point). On top of that, if say, Berelain and Mat are involved does Tyelin still target Mat? Or does she leave be since Berelain is the ruler of another country? If she's kept there post-Seanchan attack (say she misses the Traveling ala Mat for some reason, such as having left to run an errand and mistimed things), her and Tuon interacting (both claiming ancestry from Hawkwing). To do this it would make most sense to make the love triangle plotline a matter of Berelain/Mat/Tuon rather than the canon situation, but that could get interesting.

Berelain is a city-state rule who is an ally of the Dragon Reborn and respected by him, who claims to be descended from Hawkwing, and makes use of an Aes Sedai advisor. Tuon is the heiress to a continent spanning empire (and eventual Empress) who is an enemy of Rand's, and owns a former Aes Sedai damane. If Mat's say, already in a relationship/getting somewhere with Berelain, but also has the prophesy with Tuon hanging over his head, how does that go? Or if RJ had decided on this sort of thing, would he have made the prophesy more ambiguous to make Mat be guessing which it's supposed to be about? Would it have still be the canon one and Mat's reluctant/unwilling to involve himself with Berelain as a result?

Also Mat has his own connection to Hawkwing due to being the initial Hornsounder and the way it feels at times like Hawkwing and a past incarnation of Mat's probably lead opposing armies at least some point. That connection is the one that Tuon picks up on rather than Mat's connection to Rand, which always amused me since Mat does arguably have a 'oh fuck' reaction to both questions but she misreads him on the Rand one.

(Honestly it's kind of impressive at no point during the traveling with the show arc did anyone slip up and allow Tuon to realize Mat and Rand do know each other)

It would have been super interesting to see how Tuon would have reacted to Berelain, and it's a genuine pity that in canon we don't get to see how she or the major Seanchan nobility react to her (yes she does interact with some Seanchan at one point but that's left sort of just with a comment and no further which I feel was a waste). Would they take offense and call her a liar? Or would they be more ambivalent/leery of doing that since it's not impossible? It's certainly unlikely, but not impossible (as is one can easily make the claim that there's no reason anyone in the Westlands should trust the Seanchan claims because it had been a thousand years and the reality is even if the Seanchan empire started out ruled by a member of Hawkwing's family, that specific family line could have died out). They may decide she's a liar since it's more politically valuable (if they agree she is, then it causes some issues for the Seanchan invasion justification) but there also is the possibility they wouldn't.

[feralbutfluffy]

44: Crowley

Chapter 44 of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

***

Crowley had just had, quite literally, a Hell of a day. 

First, he’d been picked up, stripped down to the studs, and put back together. 

Then, he’d watched Aziraphale fight The Metatron, helped him make the bastard disappear, and now they were finally back at the bookshop where Aziraphale had just admitted to wanting him - quite desperately, he’d said - over eighty years ago. Crowley wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with the information but he figured he was entitled to at least a minute to process it.

Aziraphale obviously didn’t agree. He was tearing at the skin of his middle finger with the nail of his thumb, looking more irritated by the second.

‘Well, know it now,’ he’d said, the impatient, haughty tone of it suggesting there was an unspoken ’ ...you absolute dolt ’ tacked on the end. Crowley wanted to shake him.

Or kiss him.

Maybe both. Probably both.

The angel was unbelievable. He’d been distressingly anxious to the point of tears about sinning or some such, and then... this. Telling him he’d wanted him back in 1941. Quite desperately! Crowley let the words circle around in his head.

He just needed a minute. He needed to think, which was damnably difficult with Aziraphale sitting there watching for a reaction. He didn’t want to make a single move until he was sure it wasn’t the wrong one. He was trying to stay completely still until he had it all straightened out in his head.

He was really trying.

Unfortunately Aziraphale was starting to look like he was reaching the limits of his patience, so Crowley felt obliged to say something.

Better safe than sorry.

“Right.”

Aziraphale’s brow furrowed. “Right?”

“Ng. Good to know. Thought I’d misread that whole situation.”

Aziraphale’s face went completely blank. “Good to-? Oh?”

“‘S fine, water under the bridge. Let bygones be bygones. All of that.”

Aziraphale looked a bit stunned. “Bygones. Of course,” he said, nodding in agreement.

Well. That settled that.

“...Except,” Aziraphale forged ahead, sounding like the words were being pulled out from between gritted teeth, “it’s not really - technically - bygones.”

Was he saying-?

No. Crowley told himself to remember his honeycombed mental faculties; they clearly couldn’t be trusted. He brushed past it.

“But, 1941. I mean... Why didn’t you tell me?”

Aziraphale’s eyes flew wide in surprise before narrowing. “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to ask me that.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

"I think it's a bit rich of you to be taking the moral high ground on the subject of keeping things to yourself," said Aziraphale snippily, then turned away.

"Why didn’t you tell me you’d been living in your car?”

“What?” Crowley wondered if it was possible to get emotional whiplash. 

“During that whole business with Gabriel and- Well. You said you wanted your apartment back because you were bored of living in your car. How long had that been going on? Why hadn’t you told me?”

“This has absolutely nothing to do with anything,” Crowley grumbled. 

He knew it sounded petulant. He didn’t care. Why were they talking about this? 

“It has everything to do with everything! On the topic of things we haven’t told each other, it seems entirely appropriate to ask why you - for several years, apparently! - failed to mention you were living in your car. Really, Crowley!”

Aziraphale sounded annoyed bordering on exasperated, but he was certainly looking much more composed. Crowley thought the newfound assurance probably came from the familiar feeling of having him on the back foot.

How exceptionally irritating.

“I don’t see why it matters. T’was fine.” Crowley rolled his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Of course it matters! You know you could have stayed here! You were here most of the time anyway, what possible difference would it have made?”

Crowley’s mouth was set in a hard line. “Leave it,” he muttered tightly.

“No, Crowley. I will not ‘leave it’! I cannot believe you let stubborn pride get in the way of asking for help! It’s perfectly absurd! And more than a little offensive-”

No no, no. He didn’t get to do that. Crowley cut him off, scowling.

“You said, “You go too fast for me.” You said that! And now you’re asking why I didn’t ask to bloody well move in?” 

Aziraphale jerked backward and stared at Crowley with evident surprise. 

“Oh.”

Crowley blew out a frustrated breath and looked away. Any normal day and he'd have jumped up and paced around the room. Actually, any normal day and he probably would’ve stalked out the door. He would have done something - anything - to relieve the frantic nervous energy building inside him. 

Instead, he was pressed into the sofa next to Aziraphale, discussing their cohabitation - or lack thereof - and only just about managing to act nonchalant about changing seating positions.

It was excruciating.

He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he said nothing.

Aziraphale was sitting ramrod straight, still staring at Crowley. “I- I’m sorry you didn’t feel you could ask, I certainly didn’t-” he broke off and tried again, his voice softer. “That was a long time ago. And I didn’t mean it, not really. It was-” His hand fluttered in the air, searching for words. “I was overwhelmed.”

Crowley shrugged and tried to sound casual. “Yeah. Well. Took it to heart.”

“I can see that.” Aziraphale looked deeply affected. There was something that looked suspiciously like sadness in his eyes. 

“I do wish you had told me, Crowley. I would have- I really would have liked you to stay. You would have been welcome. More than welcome.”

Crowley swallowed uncomfortably and sidled a questioning glance at the angel, unwilling to make the moment more painful for himself with the addition of direct eye contact. Aziraphale nudged Crowley’s leg with his foot, and it was so wildly out of character that Crowley jumped at the unexpected contact.

“I think-" Aziraphale sighed. "I think we’ve been rather silly, perhaps.”

Crowley could feel himself trembling with the effort of staying still.

“I think you’ve been keeping things from me all this time and - Muriel told me about your trip to Heaven, by the by - and I think, I could be wrong, but, well, I could well be wrong- I mean it’s entirely possible I’m jumping to-”

Crowley felt like he was waiting for the sword of Damocles to fall on his head. 

“Just say it,” he said wearily.

“Well is it possible you might have thought that by keeping things from me you- you’ve been- I mean to say, you’ve thought you were perhaps… protecting me?”

Their eyes met. Crowley’s mouth was dry as parchment.

Obviously, he wanted to say. Obviously, you precious, oblivious idiot.

“Yeah,” he said instead. Slowly. Warily.

“Can I-?” Aziraphale gestured between them and Crowley had no idea what he was asking but he nodded anyway, because he’d never been able to deny the angel anything, had he?

Well. Almost anything. 

Come with me… to Heaven!

He stiffened at the memory before being hauled back to the present by Aziraphale shuffling closer. He forced Crowley over until they were sitting thigh to thigh.

“Is there anything else you haven’t told me because of this entirely misguided intention of shielding me from harm?”

‘Shut up and die already!’ 

‘Extreme sanctions.’

‘Anyway, Armageddon the sequel, that's a nah.’

“A few things,” he admitted. 

“Serious things? Important things?”

“Yes. Probably.”

“Why?" Aziraphale looked hurt. "Did you really think I was so weak? So incapable?”

Crowley started to shake his head, slowly and then more vigorously.

“Did you think so little of me?”

“No. No .”

“Then why?”

Crowley spread his hands helplessly. “Didn’t want to tell you things that might hurt you,” he said eventually. “Just, yeah. Mn. Didn’t want to hurt you.”

Aziraphale was so close it made his skin prickle. He clenched his jaw. The angel’s head was down and he was looking at Crowley’s yellow socks with a pensive look on his face.

“If you had just talked to me-”

“Isn’t that just-”

They stopped. Aziraphale gestured for Crowley to continue.

“Well it's just... Isn’t that how it goes? You get into difficulty, I help you get out of it… Practically tradition!” He sounded defensive and a little guilty. “I don’t know why we’re talking about this, honestly. It’s- You know I think you’re-” He hissed through his teeth, and started over. “Obviously you’re not weak or incapable. I mean, The Metatron- You know. You must know. Anyway. Look. I just wanted to-”

“...Be the hero,” interrupted Aziraphale, not unkindly.

Crowley bristled.

Aziraphale gave him a gentle push with his shoulder. “You are, you know. Almost always.”

An embarrassed heat worked its way up Crowley’s neck. “Nng,” he said.

“You should know though that I don’t actually need you. I mean, I could have extricated myself from those situations-”

“Of course,” he said dully. Of course he didn’t need him. Presumptuous to think he might. The embarrassed heat became a simmer of shame.

“... What I mean to say is, I could have got myself out of those situations, I think, but I didn’t, because I- Well.” Aziraphale cleared his throat and continued, sounding a bit sheepish. “I rather wanted you to come to my rescue, you see. It always makes me so happy to see you, to- to turn and find you in my corner.” 

Crowley blinked. Searched for words, found none.

“So, ah, that’s the thing, I think. I hope that made sense. Did it?”

Did it? Crowley didn’t know. He thought he understood, but the understanding was being dragged backward by a clawed fear digging its heels into well-worn notches. His mind was completely useless, whiting out into a screaming blankness.

“I don’t need you, Crowley. I mean, I do, but only- What I'm trying to say is that I don't need you to shield me from the truth, or protect me from whatever it is you think I might feel. I don't need you, but I do want you."

There was a silence, and Aziraphale swallowed audibly. "All the time, actually.”

Crowley couldn’t hold a single coherent thought together. A colossal wave of emotion crashed over him and he was tumbling through churning chaos, unable to breathe and with no idea which way was up. His fingertips dug into the leather cushions.

”Not just in 1941, Crowley. All the time.”

Crowley’s eyes darted around the room, frantically looking for something to ground him in the moment. Aziraphale reached out to gently, gently turn his face towards him.

Their eyes locked and Crowley had to swallow down a pleading whine. He searched Aziraphale’s face and found only resolve, and concern, and tenderness, and something that looked like - but couldn’t possibly be - love. He heard a choked whimper escape from his throat. 

He couldn’t bring himself to care. Any embarrassment was burned away by scorching desire.

Aziraphale curved both hands around Crowley’s head, being very careful to avoid hurting him, and brought them down until he was cradling his jaw in his hands, his thumb gently smoothing the skin next to his mouth. 

“All the time, Crowley,” he repeated, then hesitated a moment before continuing. “That is to say…Now.”

Crowley felt as if his muscles had turned to brittle stone. Part of his brain was suddenly afraid that he was still elsewhere, that he was still in the white room, that everything that had come after had been a dream, and that his imagination was crafting this entire unlikely scenario out of longings long-buried. 

Aziraphale kept his eyes on Crowley as he closed the distance between them. He did it slowly, so slowly, giving him every chance to pull away. 

A spark of panic sputtered to life. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. This was-

Aziraphale’s lips met Crowley’s, soft and tentative, and the spark of panic was immediately snuffed out.

Aziraphale opened his mouth the tiniest amount, moving against his lips, coaxing him to kiss back. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, and Crowley finally, finally, felt his muscles unlock and melt into a moment he’d yearned for but never thought he’d be lucky enough to get, not really, not ever.

And all it had taken was the kind of grievous bodily harm that would traumatise someone for at least a century, and a fight to the death against the Voice of God.

Crowley would do it all over again if that was what it took for him to have this moment.

He had the blurry recollection of Muriel calling him a masochist, and one corner of his mouth curved up as he flicked his tongue against Aziraphale’s, laughing against his mouth when the angel startled. 

This was happening. This was real.

This was bliss.

[thethiefandtheairbender]

Hiii, I really love your ATLA analyses. I'm genuinely interested, what can you say about this take? I mean, it sounds pretty logical, and I'm really interested to know what objections there might be to that view of EIP?

https://www.tumblr.com/writer-rider-dirty-thirties/744225630324965376?source=share

There's a few main things that meta like this one, I think, miss out on. That said beyond the two paragraphs I'm not really discussing their meta in particular. Everyone's entitled to their opinion, but it does play into why I think EIP gets blown out of proportion while ignoring the more... grounded subtext there? Which is what the rest of the meta response here is about as follows. Please refrain from sending me specific metas in the future - discrediting other people's work is not what I'm about, even I don't necessarily think it's always well argued.

They acknowledge the Doylist perspective... and then completely ignore the actual, textual Doylist perspective they have going on. The writers' intent was to, very evidently, use Ember Island Players to acknowledge their own and fans' reactions to the show (which is why the Great Divide, an episode that the writer of EIP wrote, gets the shaft in the play) by exaggerating and making fun of their own characters and plot points. Grounded in their portrayals yes (Katara does indeed make speeches about hope) but so heavily distorted; just look at how they portray this Katara and Jet, who are completely remorseless about drowning a town ("Oh Jet, you're so bad~").

But the distortion is key. The play pretty glaringly says "Canon Katara would never like Zuko" or vice versa, "because to do so would be a great distortion of her character and characterization." Furthermore, for Katara to only see Aang "like a little brother, and that you don't have feelings for me" is also a distortion, which is why Katara outright states on the balcony, "I didn't say that. An actor said that". It's also worth noting I think that the play itself also erases Aang's romantic feelings for Katara ("I wouldn't want it any other way!"). He doesn't make his feelings plain and be rejected in the play; they just don't exist. So even the play itself isn't saying that there's a love triangle, they're saying that a distorted version of these characters would feature a Katara and Aang that don't have feelings for each other, and a Katara and Zuko that would.

Now, I don't think the play is meant to be that dismissive of fans, either. Like I said - it's meant to poke fun, and the ZK faction had always been quite large and vocal. The crossroads of destiny and its associations with Oma and Shu (which serve the basis for Kataang's love theme) are the bulk of what the ship tends to stand on, 'canon' wise. It makes sense if you're going to do a ship tease with them to do it there, and it's also the last instance you can really make actor Katara 'like' anyone.

It's also a misread to assume Aang would get this angry over jealousy, as well, given that Katara was very obvious with Jet both times, and Aang was very sparingly jealous in Book 1 and only slightly so in Book 2. EIP is one of the rare instances where Aang projects onto other people, a trait more usually seen from his friends.

What makes him upset - and we Know this, because he repeats it outright when they actually Talk about it - is this exchange between actor Katara and Zuko:

EIP!Zuko: I thought you were the Avatar's girl. EIP!Katara: [Laughs] The Avatar? Why he's like a little brother to me. I certainly don't think of him in a romantic way.

That's what makes him potentially upset, which fair enough: it can be upsetting when someone doesn't like you back, especially when Katara previously has given plenty of indications that she does. But he's not mad at her on the balcony. He doesn't take his frustrations over her not seemingly returning his feelings out on her. He's mad because Katara can't, or won't, give him a straight answer.

Aang: You said that I'm just like a brother to you, and that you didn't have feelings for me. Katara: I didn't say that. An actor said that. Aang: But it's true, isn't it? We kissed at the invasion and I thought we were going to be together, but we're not. Katara: Aang, I don't know... Aang: Why don't you know?

AKA "if you don't like me, which I just gave you a perfect out to acknowledge, can you at least confirm it for me?" And she won't even do that.

Katara is usually a very openly emotional person, which is why when it comes to whether she has feelings for him or not (and he has very good reasons to think that she does, given if you remove the Aang's POV we see, Katara is wayy more obvious with her affection than he is), it's accordingly frustrating that she won't just come out and say it. When does someone like Katara hold back? Well... normally when she's concerned about Bigger Things (i.e. not initially pushing with Pakku because Aang learning waterbending is more important to her) or when she's not sure what to do (when Aang rejects her comfort in The Serpent's Pass).

Conversely, his feelings for Katara also makes Aang more likely to stop evading or dodging and to stick his landing. He's the one who tries to confess on two different occasions. He's the one who kisses her first. And he's the one who wants to actually discuss their relationship now. (These are all reasons why I think, if they ever did break up, Aang would actually be the one with the guts to say it out loud, just FYI.)

Alternatively, if we wanna talk about Framing, let's talk about the actual balcony scene, namely Katara's dialogue, and the placement of the moon:

Not only does this balcony scene take place on a balcony like their infamous finale kiss, with parallel framing of Katara walking up behind Aang and seeking him out to talk (if Katara hadn't approached him, it's likely neither would've happened either time) but like

When Yue finds herself in a similar situation with Sokka - a young man she loves, has kissed, but finds herself unable to be with for a variety of reasons - she says almost beat for beat what Katara says here about her feelings and reasonings for wanting more distance. But like both Yue and Katara say, there's more important things going on:

I say this because everyone ignores the aspect of Katara's bond with Aang that is informed by her own trauma and fear of losing people. Aang kisses her because "What if I don't come back?" Katara literally watched him die and brought him back to life. She watched her father mourn her mother and Sokka mourn Yue (The Swamp), which the play likewise gives her an ample reminder of. She watched Jet die too. Katara has faith that Aang will be different ("I knew you'd come" from CoD and "He's gonna come back; he has to" in Sozin's Comet) but that doesn't mean she's not scared. Everyone else going on is complicating her feelings for Aang, and that's perfectly valid -- but like I said, it's a 1 for 1 with Yue.

Which is why she kisses Aang first after the war, on another balcony, because now it is the right time.

This isn't even touching on the in-universe canonical reading of EIP being Fire Nation imperialist propaganda, but that's a meta for another day.

Not to mention: EIP also teases Zukaang through Aang and the Blue Spirit, has them similarly react in distaste, you can equally read Zuko wanting to sit in between them as wanting to sit next to Aang, and Zuko and Aang's dialogue is a lot more ship teased in canon, Anyway.

June: What happened? Your girlfriend run off on you? Zuko: It's not the girl I'm after. It's the bald monk she's travelling with.

Zuko doesn't even correct June for implying a romantic connection, only who he's looking for (love you Avatar "Zuko I want you to dance with me" Aang).

I also personally think that basically any episode that has 'strong' Zuko-Katara subtext actually has far stronger Zuko-Aang subtext, but that's a meta for another day.

I do always think the ZK fandom is a fascinating example of what can happen to a fandom when they only have maybe 5 episodes to work with, nor does ship teasing make something implied canon, otherwise The Dragon Prince (also created by Aaron Ehasz) would have a very different endgame ship (to the point that every Soren/Rayla shipper I've seen also ships ZK, funnily enough, because neither of those are remotely canon).

People have gotta stop taking the bone they're thrown and acting like it's a feast.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Just thought up the other potential reactions from the g7 counterparts:

Alice would be curious, as always, of yuu because she’s never seen the queen of hearts just being patient-ish with someone. Also yuu is definitely much more normal (somewhat) unlike the rest of wonderland’s residents. She asks a lot of questions like child simba but because she just wants to know how and why this happened? Depending on the yuu, she might look up to them? Although that depends on who someone wants to characterize them.

Like you said, Ursula would try to keep yuu away from ariel but I think the same goes for king triton. So either they meet up by accident or one of them sneaks away to meet the other. Once they do finally meet, ariel wants to know all about yuu and but also probably asks them about human stuff (depending on how old she is). Yuu and ariel end up sharing stories for the whole time till they’re found. She might try to introduce them to the rest of the family, but probably doesn’t really go far intimately. They might eventually open up, but it either takes a lot of time and they don’t really have full trust or it just doesn’t happen at all. Is that cousin that you only see every other holiday at grandma’s house but despite that you guys are like best friends.

Like Snow, don’t got a lot of thoughts on aurora. I think she would just kinda neutral meeting yuu, honestly the whole interaction is her being just chill while talking to them. Depending on the relationship between she and maleficent is, Maleficent might introduce yuu to aurora herself or just kinda keeps an eye on them while they interact. The fairies absolutely distrust yuu and don’t want them anywhere near aurora.

Aladdin doesn’t trust yuu at all 100%, same goes with jasmine. He won’t be outright rude, but definitely goes out of his way to avoid them or keep any interactions short. Although does keep an eye on them to see how they interact with jafar. He would probably one of the last people they interact with and is either formally introduced to them through Hercules, Snow, or Aurora. He joins in on any antics that might happen but when alone with yuu, both are just sitting there awkwardly. Kinda like a going out friend and their friend you don’t really know and your friend left so you’re both waiting in silence for them to get back. If yuu and aladdin eventually get along, he’s that friend thats message you or you message to see if they want to go on a 3am mcdonalds run and than hang out in a walmarts parking lot afterwards.

And completely fair on misreading the first ask, I probably would’ve if I didn’t send it. Also sorry if I don’t got the characterizations right, it’s been a long time since I watched any classic Disney movie that wasn’t aristocats or robin hood.

I love Aladdin and Jasmin having beef with like 13 year old and is like "we don't trust you!!" "Damn what did I do???"

I feel like Ariels would be the most interesting. The two sneak out together realize who each other are and have conversations comparing things.

"You're never allowed to go to the surface?"

"It's dangerous, father says."

"Humans aren't so bad... besides doesn't your father also say I'm dangerous cause of my mother?"

"I guess so yeah..."

"Mom says to stay away from your side of the family, cause women there are only ever seen and not heard and he did bad stuff to my mom too. Maybe, you should start questioning him"

Hercules is just "don't you fucking try anything" and Meg is like "OK that's valid but after working with Hades I can tell you the kid is cool" and now Hades is trying to be the cool cousin

Aurora and Yuu should be like siblings change my mind.

Also rip Alice. "How are you the queens child??" "Idk bro I fell from the sky and she was like "oh cool" and now I'm royalty.

[wildissylupus]

So I've been in this fandom since launch. And nothing caused me more damage than a comment to fanart that went, "I thought Genji and Pharah hated each other." Because you KNOW there was nothing in game to support that. That belief was entirely through Fandumb Osmosis. But I can't help but feel Pharah's new Karaoke voiceline has the same energy as the fan-made stuff that spawned that person's comment. Not as severe as the fistacuffs the fandumb loved depicting but I don't like that the devs even hinted towards that out of the blue. Or am I looking too much into it?

I actually had the opposite reaction to this when I heard that voice line. To me that less hinted at beef between Genji and Pharah and more hinted at them being friends. The way Pharah interacts with people is sometimes misread because of her tone but to me the "not even Genji can seem to block it", read to me as the same way she talks to Cassidy. Just poking fun at them. Like she does with most characters.

To be completely honest, my first reaction to hearing that was less "oh they're making them have beef" and more "oh are they giving them a sibling dynamic too?", because that makes the most sense considering that both of them have said they consider Cassidy their brother. To me that's a natural progression of that dynamic. Also I highly doubt that either Cassidy or Angela would tolerate either of them not liking each other specifically because they have a thing for Angela. To me, Pharah and Genji having beef because of that would be out of character for multiple reasons.

Also Pharah just tends to poke fun at the people she's close with, and when she dislikes someone you can usually tell. She isn't like Cassidy or other high charismatic characters who can hide their dislike. I mean, just look at her interactions with Ramattra, or her revive line for Widow.

[rockybloo]

Just saw a lovely post talk about some romantic things, like how it went against the "I'll die/kill for you cause i love you" and went instead, "would you not rest, care for yourself, come back safe, lay with me, be with me" Have Ruth and Tracy ever gotten in a disagreement like that? Or a burst of strong emotions that really showed how deeply they care for one another?

Ruth and Tracy are very interested compared to my other ships because they are like...the least romantic together.

They do have feelings for each other but they are very constipated emotionally and have such drastic ways of expressing their emotions to each other. And with Ruth being a cartoon, she constantly takes the most extreme routes and is used to seeing extreme reactions back so Tracy's more tired and subtle demeanor flies over her head sometimes and she even misreads him from time to time.

Ruth is also basically immortal while Tracy is not.

Which means Ruth can put herself through some crazy things while Tracy has to hang back whenever they do wind up confronting a killer toon. Ruth can take a bonk on the head with an oversized mallet and live. Tracy becomes a bloody and fractured stain on the ground.

That doesn't mean Tracy never worries about Ruth since all that slap stick has to hurt. So he typically tries to get Ruth to stop being so reckless but it comes off like a lecture while she is just "Oh PLEASE! I can handle 'em boss! Stop naggin me!" when Tracy doesn't want the only person who has shown genuine care for him (outside of Leroy and Miriam) to get hurt.

They frequently have arguments stemming from Ruth and her cartoon shenanigans and Tracy just not liking her getting knocked around so hard when she doesn't have to. Especially when it comes to Wesley and the weird tricks he pulls.

Miriam and Leroy often watch these fights with popcorn and soda in hand.

[kristeristerin]

Hi! Sending you Taylor Swift’s “Begin Again” with Helion from ACOTAR x reader :) thank you!

AN: Thank you for the ask! This is one of my favorite songs, and the challenge of writing for Helion was a lot of fun. I think I restarted this 10 times and in 9 different ways.

I hope you like it!

As always asks are open for prompts!

Song: Begin Again

Pairing: Reader X Helion

Content Warning: None

Words: 614

When you enter the meeting room you are surprised to see Helion is already inside. He quickly stands to greet you and doesn’t sit back down until he has helped you into your own chair. You smile softly at him.

“I must say, my dear, Day Court attire looks ravishing on you.” His gaze travels down your body before slowly coming up again. “I might just have to try and steal you away from under Rhysand’s nose.”

“That wouldn’t be hard to do these days. There are very few things keeping me in Velaris I must confess.”

He frowns, “Ah yes, I was sorry to hear about that business between you and Azriel. But you know what they say, one male’s mistake is another male’s gain, and I do love gaining beautiful things.”

A blush paints your cheeks and you look down to the folder in your hands. “Always the charmer, Helion. Perhaps we should get down to business then?”

“Of course, Love.” he looks at you through his lashes, “but I’d like to continue this conversation later. Over dinner, perhaps?”

—-----------

Your hands are shaking as you make your way toward Helion’s private dining room. Just as you raise your hand to knock, the door is pulled open and the High Lord is grinning at you on the other side.

“Come, Come” He ushers you in, “I was just about to pour us each a glass of wine.”

He once again comes behind you and pulls out your chair. The kind gesture brings a smile to your lips. Dinner is mostly quiet, and you can’t help but worry you’d misread the flirty tone earlier that day.

“Well, my dear,” Helion pushes himself back from the table and offers you his hand. “Shall we retire to my sitting room? We can continue to indulge in wine and get a little more comfortable without this dreadful table between us.”

His wink causes your heartbeat to quicken. The sitting room he takes you to is breathtaking. A set of plush cream-colored couches face an open balcony. Through the doorway, you can see the lights of the city below. To your left was a large fireplace, though the warm spring weather meant a fire was not necessary, and instead the room was lit with soft fae lights.

Helion took his place beside you on the couch and draped his arm across the back of it. His hand came to rest on your far shoulder and he began to play with the ends of your hair. “So, tell me dear,” he asks after a moment, “What would it take for me to convince you to spend some more time in my court.”

You smirk at him, “Are you asking me to spend more time in your court, or are you wanting me to spend more time with you?”

He threw his head back in laughter. The action caused you to pause for a moment. It was so different from the quiet smile Azriel used to offer you, but you couldn’t help but think that you preferred Helion’s reaction.

“Can’t it be both? I think having a Night Court emissary here full time could be beneficial for both of our courts,” he leaned a little closer to you, “and I can’t deny that the presence of such an intelligent and beautiful female would be beneficial to me personally.”

“Personally?” you raise a brow.

“Why of course,” he murmurs, “if you’re not in my court how else will I convince you to fall in love with me?”

You turned away, blushing, but quickly returned your gaze to Helion. “If you want me to stick around, I’d be more than happy to.”

[the12thnightproject]

Ikemen Sengoku reaction when MC is a neko?

Hi Anon!  Thank you for sending an ask. NGL, I misread that at first and thought it said “necro”… I thought, ‘oooh wrong Otome there.’ Luckily I re-read it, and this is totally my kind of chaos…

So MC is a Neko… here we go….

Nobunaga – On that second game of GO when he conquers her ears, he gets a mouthful of fur. Legit baffled as to whether or not to conquer her tail. Hideyoshi becomes concerned when Nobunaga starts hacking up hairballs.

Masamune – Why is she trying to bury the food he makes for her? However once she starts bringing him freshly-killed mice and birds, it opens up a whole new realm of cooking. Races her all over Azuchi when she gets the zoomies.

Hideyoshi – As much as he adores her, he really wishes she would stop batting his papers, brushes and ink off the desk.

Mitsuhide – Discovers the hard way that she really hates the nickname “Little Mouse,” but loves to tease her by dangling string over her head.

Ieyasu –  Relationship ended before it began when she shed on his sourdough starter.

Mitsunari – They snuggle. A lot. He…. hasn’t actually noticed the ears and the tail. She won’t eat his carrots either.

Keiji – Likes to serenade her with made up songs about cats. She loves sleeping on him – his chest is the best pillow. His biggest regret though is that so far, has not been able to defeat her in a stare down.

Ranmaru – Are the absolute BEST of friends. They groom each other. Hideyoshi becomes concerned when Ranmaru starts hacking up hairballs.

Kenshin – Once he got her to stop chasing the bunnies, they got along fine. He discovers that he can initiate a great sparring sequence whenever he touches her belly.

Kanetsugu –  At first, her curious prowling into his things got on his nerves, but then he discovered he could get her to stay put by placing a box in the middle of his floor. Their nights are incredibly passionate. He bites her. She bites back. Good thing he has an endless supply of turtlenecks.

Shingen – Sweet talks her, gives her presents, instinctively knows exactly how she likes to be touched. She reciprocates by kneading his sore muscles after a long day of strategizing. It’s a purrfect relationship… although everyone becomes concerned when Shingen starts hacking up hairballs

Yoshimoto – He thinks she is beautiful. She accepts this worship as her due. Now, if he could only get the cat fur off his favorite clothing…

Yukimura – He stepped on her tail. She left a present in his shoes. Now they practically spit when they see each other.

Sasuke – He wooed her with cat puns, and then won her over completely by rigging up a sengoku era laser pointer powered by a potato.

Kennyo – She LOVES Kennyo. She follows him everywhere, even if he tries to shoo her away. In other words… nothing has changed from his actual route.

Motonari –  Putting a collar on her? BIG MISTAKE. For the next three days, she would stealthy sneak in front of him and trip him. THEN. He added a bell to the collar. BIGGER MISTAKE. Hiroyoshi is currently fumigating Motonari’s quarters.

Kicho – Has Had a pet bird.

@lorei-writes

[ro-is-struggling]

Enemies to lovers in which Character A and Character B have a bet in which if Character B loses they have to go on a date with Character A. But it's not a normal date, but an event prepared to be remembered as the worst experience of their life. Only in the middle of the date they realize they can have fun together {Brooklyn 99 1x13}

Congratulations on 600 followers! 💕🫶🏻

I think this will be really cute with Spencer Reid (in which he is Character A). They’ve been secretly inlove with each other but none of them knows and they hide behind the “enemies” facade. During the “date”spencer would notice that reader is acting really weird and he unintentionally profiled her and he realized reader’s behavior seems to be pointing to the fact that she likes him. Spencer wouldn’t believe at first so he decided to ask reader about it jokingly and reader’s reaction gave it away. Would be cute if spencer keeps teases her about it throughout the date before admitting his own feelings. (And maybe makeout because why not 🫣)

Hi beautiful! Thank you so much for participating in the celebration!! I loved your request and I had a lot of fun writing it but I just noticed that I made a little mistake. I misread your message and I put Spencer as Character B aka the one that loses the bet. The rest of the request it's the same, so I hope you don't mind!

The Bet || Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After losing a bet, Spencer is forced to go on a date with you. You planned everything to make it the worst date of his life as a way to torture him for how annoying he was with you all the time. However, you end up discovering that you are able to have a good time together without arguing like children and by the end of the night you uncover the true meaning behind the tension you always felt when you were together. 

Warnings: enemies/rivals to lovers, idiots in love, fluff, sexual tension, teasing, make out session, baby Spence

English is not my first language

Word count: 5000

Notes: part of this fic was revealed to me in a dream so if it doesn't make sense that's why. Also this is my first time writing for Spencer so I’m sorry if it’s bad :(

Spencer regretted participating in the bet the moment he saw your evil grin. He should have left you talking to yourself when you argued with him that part of the unsub profile they were looking for was wrong. That was what he did most of the time anyway. Arguments and competitions between you were not uncommon and Spencer had learned very quickly that you were very stubborn, so sometimes to keep your rivalry from affecting his work he was the one who de-escalated situations by leaving you talking to yourself or just agreeing with you.

But this time it was different. The tension that was usually in the air whenever you were together was particularly heavy. Spencer could never really decipher what it meant, he could just feel it in the air whenever you were around. He didn't think it was hate —he didn't hate you and you didn't seem to hate him—, but the way you handled it was close to it. It was a rivalry. A rivalry that had been born out of nowhere. He didn't remember any particular situation that had started it, but for some reason you guys always argued. And that stupid rivalry was what had led him to this situation. 

For some reason the discussion you'd had about the now solved case had been more intense than usual. Spencer wasn't sure why, you guys had had disagreements over more important things than that in the past. He attributed it to exhaustion and frustration over the difficulty of the case, but part of him knew that wasn't entirely true. Whatever the reason, he was particularly determined to prove his point, so when you proposed a bet he accepted without thinking, certain that he would win. 

Needless to say, he was wrong and was now obliged to go on a date with you. But it wasn't just any date. No, that would have been too easy. This date was not a friendly one, but an event planned by you to be specifically horrible for him. You had promised him the worst date of his life when you won the bet and at the time Spencer had thought it couldn't be that bad. But now seeing the smile on your face he was beginning to question it.

"Ready to have the worst day of your life?" you asked him as soon as he got into your car. You picked him up at the exact time you agreed upon, not a minute more, not a minute less.

"I don't know, I had some really bad days while growing up. I don't think you can do worse" he said as flashes of his worst memories ran through his mind like a very depressing movie. Being a genius child had brought him nothing but trauma during his school years, especially in the love department. To this day chills ran down his spine whenever he heard the word date.

"Oh we'll see about that," you replied with a smile before starting the engine.

The road was filled with silence, the soft melody of the music on the radio the only sound echoing through the vehicle. Spencer wasn't good with small talk, especially when you were present. He never knew what to say because everything could end up in an argument between you. Sometimes he thought you were doing it on purpose, that somehow you had fun testing his limits. You always seemed to have something to say, an opinion that contradicted his. In fact, it was kind of impressive, annoying, but impressive nonetheless.

Spencer would be lying if he said he didn't find your discussion stimulating. He would never admit it out loud —especially not to you—, but you sometimes pushed him to think outside the box, to question things he might not have otherwise. You had a very unique way of seeing the world and when your views clashed with his, very interesting things happened in his mind. Although your eagerness to contradict him annoyed him, Spencer also felt that it made him a better detective and profiler. And for that he was a little grateful to you. Just a little. Sometimes.

"Where are we going?" he asked, breaking the silence as he noticed you were getting farther and farther out of town. 

"It's a surprise," you replied without looking away from the road.

"We're in the middle of nowhere. What could we possibly do around here?"

"Take a guess."

"Are you going to kill me?" Spencer joked, though part of him did feel like he was in the beginning of a horror movie. "Is that your big surprise?"

"No, silly! That would ruin all the fun." You laughed thinking about everything you had planned for today. You weren't going to kill him, but by the end of the day you were pretty sure he would wish he was dead. 

"Then what is it?" he insisted and you let out a frustrated sigh, reaching down to pull something out of the glove compartment of the car.

"Well, since you want to ruin the surprise... here." You passed him a flyer, which he read with horror as he realized the fate that awaited him. "We're going hiking! Isn't it great? And by great I mean awful for you."

You were right, it was bad for him. Spencer hated the outdoors and the activities associated with it. He wasn't good at sports and hated the heat and sweat that typically accompanied outdoor activities. Not to mention how much he hated bugs. He could spend the afternoon in a park reading or playing chess with no problem. He enjoyed the breeze and the sunlight as long as he was sitting under a tree on a park bench where he didn't have to sweat or do any kind of physical activity. 

 "Do we really have to do this?" he asked, and by 'we' he meant him.

"Rules are rules, man" you told him, patting him on the back.  "Sorry, but you lost the bet. Better luck next time."

Spencer was definitely not dressed appropriately for hiking. You hadn't given him any instructions or clues as to what you were going to do so he dressed as he always did. And now he had to suffer the heat by wearing long pants and a shirt whose thick fabric didn't allow his body to breathe properly. His shoes were not appropriate for such an occasion either, hurting his feet after fifteen minutes of walking. 

Sweat made his clothes cling to his body, making the experience even more uncomfortable. He was breathing heavily, agitated by the physical activity. You were definitely walking faster than normal on purpose, enjoying his misery. The only moments of rest he had were when you stopped to take pictures of the beautiful surroundings or some animal wandering around, and even that wasn't enough to catch his breath. 

"Okay you win! This is awful, can we stop now?" Spencer asked between ragged breaths, pausing for a moment to rest. 

"Why would we stop?"

"Because I'm tired and sweaty... haven't you had your fun already? I think you tortured me enough, let's go back." You looked at Spencer for a moment before letting out a long laugh. The poor little boy thought this was all you had planned, how foolish!

"Oh honey! I have much more planned for today, this is not even the worst part" you told him and Spencer felt a shiver run down his spine. What worse things could you have planned? "Now let's go, we're close to your next surprise."

He ran after you, asking you about what you had planned, but no matter how many times he insisted you didn't give up even the tiniest detail. The suspense was killing him, but according to you that was part of the fun. So now, in addition to being tired, sweaty and upset, Spencer was also worried about what the future held. He was convinced that nothing could be worse than walking for what felt like an eternity under the sun, not knowing where he was going and when he'd get there, but looking at the evil grin on your face made him doubt that. 

Finally, after about 30 more minutes of walking, you stopped. Turning around, you asked him to cover his eyes and keep them closed until you told him otherwise. Spencer hesitated for a moment, he had too many traumatic memories from his school years that advised against it. In his experience, nothing good came from someone asking him to wear a blindfold to surprise him. But even though his instincts told him otherwise, he followed your instructions. Spencer knew you weren't that kind of person. Sure, you'd argue and get on each other's nerves, but he knew you'd never do anything to really hurt him. So he let you blindfold him and guide him to your destination. 

Spencer tripped over rocks and branches a couple of times and you laughed in his face each time, but you still held his hand to make sure nothing happened to him. As you walked you realized that this was the first time you had ever held his hand. In all the time you knew him you had never had the opportunity to hold his hand, not even to greet him on your first day at BAU. You discovered then that you liked the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours, it awakened a strange warm feeling inside you that you didn't fully understand. You didn't bother to think about it either, fearing what it might awaken, so you concentrated on guiding Spencer to his second surprise, remembering that this was all supposed to be a way to get back at him for all the times he'd bothered you at work and nothing more.

"Okay, we're here, you can look now" you announced when you arrived at your destination, letting go of his hand as if it had burned you. "Ta-da!" you exclaimed when Spencer opened his eyes, proud of your creation.

It took the young genius a few seconds to adjust his eyes to the light after being blindfolded for so long, but when he regained his sight he discovered that his second surprise was a picnic. There were blankets and cushions for you to sit on, baskets of food and a large tent where you could shelter from the sun. And in the center of it all was a large sign with the words 'I was right!' written in big letters.

“Wow!” Spencer exclaimed, not sure what else to say. "You did all this?"

"Yes! Well, technically I paid someone to do it for me but it was my idea."

Spencer had to admit that this wasn't as bad as he'd expected. Sure, the idea of eating while sitting on the ground surrounded by dirt and bugs after spending the last hour walking wasn't the best, but he couldn't deny that having a place to rest for a while was a blessing for him at the moment. He didn't quite know what your intention behind the picnic was, but he thought it might have impacted him a little more if that had been the first activity of the day. In his eyes, nothing could be worse than hiking. 

"You put a lot of effort into this," Spencer said as you ate, admiring the level of detail in the picnic, from the amount of food to the decorations around it. It was as if you were in your own little pillow fort, taking refuge from the rest of the world.

"Of course I did! I've been planning this for months" you replied with honesty. You had arranged to have this date three times already, but given the erratic nature of your jobs you had to postpone it to attend to an urgent case. You were beginning to believe that you would never be able to celebrate your victory when you found a space in your busy schedules to have your date. "I told you I was right."

Spencer chose to ignore that last comment, a clear taunt to make him fight you. "How much money did you waste on this?"

"Probably more than I should have, but it's sooo worth it! And this isn't even the worst part." 

Spencer was silent for a moment, imagining what other things you might have planned for your date and in what ways they might be worse. When you made the bet, he thought the date would be much more casual than this. He expected you to set up some activity you knew he wouldn't enjoy just to torment him, even imagined you'd spend all day gloating about your victory, mentioning every chance you got how you'd outsmarted him. But this felt different. Yes, you were annoying him on purpose, but it felt much more... personal than what he expected. With every little thing you did you demonstrated a level of knowledge about him and his interests that didn't seem to come from the person he argued with almost every day. You had put so much effort into this, planning more than one activity with a clear attention to detail. It almost felt like you were trying to impress him.

"It's funny, if I didn't know you better I would think you liked me and that you were doing all this to impress me." Spencer finally spoke. He made it sound like a joke, even though part of him meant it. He studied your reaction carefully, searching your expression for answers to all his doubts.

"What? No!" you affirmed, looking at him with confusion. Why would he think you liked him? And what was worse, why did his accusation make the blood in your body rush to your cheeks?

"Do you like me, Y/N?" Spencer spoke in a soft but firm tone, his eyes never leaving your face. You felt self-conscious under his intense gaze, fearing that any move you made, however subtle, would be caught by the skilled profiler and used against you. 

Did you actually like Spencer?

"No!" you claimed, but even you had to admit it hadn't sounded convincing at all.

"You do!"

"No I don't! It doesn't make any sense, I literally planned this whole date to make you miserable. What part of that tells you I like you?"

"All the effort you put into this date," he replied as if it were obvious. "And how nervous you're getting."

His sudden confidence took you by surprise. "I-I'm not nervous!" you tried to defend yourself, but your voice betrayed you, putting a smile on Spencer's face. "Shut up, Reid!"

You stopped by your house before the last surprise you had planned for the day. You both needed a shower after the long walk in the sunshine and you were in desperate need of some time away from Spencer to collect your thoughts. Besides, you had one of the central elements for the third surprise tucked away in your closet, so you needed to get back anyway.

You used your time in the shower to think about what had happened. Was it possible that Spencer was right? Did you have a crush on him? Your first reaction was to think it was ridiculous. Yes, he was attractive, but that was about it. From the first moment you met you did nothing but argue and drive each other crazy. The only reason Hotch hadn't transferred you to another team was because you knew how to pick your battles and because according to him your constant bickering made you better at your jobs. You never stopped to think that maybe there might be something else behind the strange tension that followed you around. But now you were beginning to question yourself.

"C'mon Reid! We're gonna be late," you rushed him as you inspected your appearance in the mirror near the entrance. Your long dress fit you perfectly, hugging your curves in all the right places, your hair was behaving as it should, maintaining the shape you had styled it in, and your high heels weren't killing you. You just needed some lip gloss and your look would be complete.

"Why do I have to wear this?" Spencer yelled from the room where he was putting on the outfit you had left him. "Where are you taking me?"

"You know I can't answer that," you yelled back, tucking your cherry flavored lip gloss into your purse. "Now get your ass here or I'll come and get you!"

A couple of minutes later you heard the door open and Spencer emerged from the hallway. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes fell upon his tall, slender figure wearing the suit you had chosen for him. The idea behind his overly formal attire was to make him feel uncomfortable since the place you were going to didn't require that kind of clothing, but it was having the opposite effect. Spencer looked beautiful in that black suit, it gave him a different aura, much more confident and dominant than you were used to. And it was making you feel things.

However, Spencer didn't feel more confident, on the contrary, he felt strange as he wasn't used to wearing that kind of attire. He felt more confident in his nerdy clothes, his ugly sweaters and knit cardigans, a style that might not be popular, but that made him feel like himself. And that fancy suit wasn't necessarily himself. He considered not leaving your room, giving up and begging you to have mercy on him. But when he saw your reaction to his new appearance he felt both embarrassed and confident at the same time, if that made any sense. 

He hated being the center of attention, he hated people's overreactions to his changing appearance —that was the reason why he always kept the same style, except for his hair of course. But for some reason the look of pure surprise and admiration in your eyes awakened a wave of confidence in him. Apparently Spencer liked being the center of attention if you were the only one watching him. 

"Y/N are you okay?" he said when he saw that you didn't react.

"What?" you mumbled distractedly, your brain struggling to function properly.

"Are you okay?" This time Spencer had a small smile on his face, the corners of his lips curving upward so slightly it was almost imperceptible. It seemed his theory wasn't so crazy after all.

"Yeah, umm, yeah I'm fine. Let's go."

The walk to the bar where you planned to end the date wasn't as quiet as the first drive you'd shared. You were a little more comfortable with each other so you were able to make conversation and even joke around a bit. Spencer asked you about your interest in photography, surprised to find out something about you that he didn't already know —after all, you spent so much time together solving cases that it was hard not to know every little detail about your coworkers' lives. You told him it was a hobby you had recently picked up, as well as your interest in learning to embroider and knit. You joked that you were going through your granny phase and promised to make him a new sweater as soon as you perfected your technique. 

That car ride was the first time since you had known each other that you had a conversation without feeling the heavy tension in the air putting you on edge. It was nice, you got a chance to see another side of Spencer that didn't trigger the need to antagonize him inside you, a much calmer, more relaxed side. However, things between you went back to normal when you reached your destination.

"A couples dance?" Spencer said, looking at you with a raised eyebrow when he discovered what his final surprise was all about.

"It's a competition! The last couple to stand at the end of the event wins a prize!" you explained, taking him by the hand and dragging him to the dance floor, where several couples were dancing to the music. As Spencer looked around, he noticed how out of place your attire was in comparison to the other participants. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the curious stares of the crowd, though you didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Please tell me we don't have to stay here until the end."

"No, technically the event ends when there's only one couple left dancing and that could take hours. I'm not that mean. Besides, I'm sure Garcia would end up calling us to go to work before this thing is over." Spencer laughed knowing that was probably true. It was actually quite surprising that the date hadn't been interrupted by a call from your friend alerting you that there was a new urgent case that needed to be taken care of like the last three times. 

"Do we have to do this?" the genius asked you, looking at you like a child asking his mother not to go to his aunt and uncle's house to stay and play video games. You knew the true meaning behind Spencer's words. He was scared because he didn't know how to dance and the last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself in front of you. "And why did you choose these outfits?"

"Of course we do! It's my choice, remember?" you told him, taking one of his hands and placing it on your waist. "And the outfits are fun! You should be grateful that I chose this, there were worse options on my list."

"I don't know how to dance," he admitted with embarrassment even though he was sure you already knew that, otherwise why would you have chosen this place?

"Then let me guide you." Your voice was soft. Nothing in your demeanor indicated to him that you had bad intentions, so he trusted you, letting you guide his hands over your body.

Spencer was a little tense at first as a result of his unfamiliarity with the music playing and how strange it was to have you so close to him. His hands barely grazed your body, gripping your waist so gently that you could barely feel his fingers on you. It was as if he was afraid to touch you, as if he thought you were a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch. You found it adorable and frustrating at the same time. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, you wanted to know how it felt to be wrapped in his arms. 

"You can touch me, you know," you said. Spencer looked at you for a moment, his beautiful hazel eyes analyzing your expression closely before he complied with your commands. He didn't miss the small sigh that escaped your lips when you felt him tighten his grip on your waist. And when you looked up at him, Spencer noticed your pupils widen.

"Now what?" he asked you, his voice a raspy whisper. It took a couple of seconds for your brain to process his words, confused by the swirl of feelings that assaulted you now that you had Spencer so close. 

"Now we move," you muttered as you regained your cognitive abilities, indicating to him the steps that corresponded to the rhythm that was playing. 

Spencer was a little unsure at first, focusing on trying to relax and let the music and your indications guide him. Dancing wasn't an activity he did consistently or enjoyed very much to be honest and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed doing it in front of so many people. But then you asked him to relax, reminding him that it wasn't a professional competition and most of the people there didn't know what they were doing. As he looked up, he saw for himself that you were right —most of the couples were either dancing out of rhythm or laughing at their lack of skill— and that helped him a little. He was then able to loosen up, becoming less afraid of making a fool of himself as he laughed with you every time you made mistakes. He even dared to step outside the structured rules of each rhythm, spinning you around the dance floor before drawing you into his body once more, pressing you against him as you resumed the characteristic steps of the particular rhythm that was playing in the background.

It was strange for Spencer to feel so free and relaxed around you. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he would be spending one of his few days off with you, dancing and laughing as if you didn't spend most of your time at work bickering like children. Spencer was surprised at how much he was enjoying your company. Putting aside your obvious attempts to create an uncomfortable environment for him, the two of you were having a good time. 'The worst date of his life' wasn't so bad after all. 

"I didn't know you could dance," he told you as you lost yourselves in the slow melody that was now replacing the salsa that had echoed through the dance floor the last few minutes. 

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Doctor Reid." You spoke in a mysterious, seductive voice, causing Spencer to look at you with an arched eyebrow.

"You know what I think?" he said after a few seconds of silence. "I think I know you better than you think."

"How so?"

"I know you've been to a couple of dates these past few months and that they were all unsuccessful." Spencer said, turning you gently in your place before pulling you to him once more. His voice was soft and calm, but every word that came out of his mouth awakened a strange tingling inside you. "And I know for a fact that you didn't put this much effort into any of those dates."

"What are you trying to say, Doctor Reid?"

"That you like me," he stated as if it were obvious. "And that coming here was an excuse to have me all dressed up, dancing close to you." His voice was barely a whisper, his face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath caressing your skin when he spoke. You were surprised by the confidence in his words and the intensity of his gaze. His eyes never left yours, holding you prisoner under his bright hazel eyes. It was as if you were in a trance, mesmerized by his penetrating gaze that threatened to read your thoughts.

"And what if it was?" You teased him, lowering your gaze to his lips. It was only a second, but it was enough to awaken a fire in Spencer that he rarely felt. "What would you do then?"

There was a moment of silence as you looked into each other's eyes —the famous calm before the storm. The world around you ceased to exist, the music and the murmur of people fading into the background as you dared each other to take the first step. It was just you, him and that damn tension in the air. 

And that's when you understood its true meaning. You didn't feel that way every time you were together because you hated each other or because you found each other annoying. No, you felt that tension in the air because from the first time you had seen each other you had wanted to feel each other's lips caressing your own, you just hadn't known how to interpret the signals your bodies and minds were giving you. It was a feeling that had been ignored by you for a long time and now that you finally understood it you were determined to do something about it.

Spencer beat you for just a second, leaning in and closing the short distance between you in a kiss that took your breath away. All this time you imagined him to be a slow and gentle kisser, but there was none of that in the way his lips moved against yours. There was no room for tenderness in that moment, only passion and desperation as the culmination of months of pent up feelings. 

You struggled to keep up with the rhythm of his lips, clinging to Spencer's shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded. But when his tongue caressed your lower lip asking for permission, you lost what little control you had left. You parted your lips, tilting your head so you could deepen the kiss. You lost yourself in the softness of Spencer's lips, letting the feeling of euphoria take over your body. You had to stifle a moan as you savored the cherry flavor of your lip gloss on his mouth, finding that subtle mark of possession all too arousing. He was yours and you were his.

"Let's go back to my place," you mumbled against his lips as you pulled apart gasping for air. Spencer put up no resistance and soon you found yourselves back in your car. The engine was already running and you were ready to drive as fast as you could within the bounds of the law to get to your apartment as soon as possible, when the ringing of your phone alerted you.

"Looks like we're gonna have to get a rain check on that." You groaned in frustration as you read Penelope's message. "Duty calls." Just as you were finishing saying that, Spencer's phone rang as well with the same message from her friend clarifying in all caps the urgency of the situation. Without a second thought you drove to the office as fast as you could, completely forgetting the outfits you and Spencer were wearing.

Needless to say, you had to endure the teasing and questioning from your colleagues when they saw you arrive —especially Penelope, who pulled you aside and made you promise to tell her every detail when you had time—, but you didn't really care. You were still flying high after that wonderful first kiss and your mind was only focused on one thing: feeling Spencer's lips on yours again.

[willowed-wisp]

misread horoscopes.

character: shintaro midorima x reader word count: 4,129 categories: suggestive themes, pregnancy, fluff

She had had to keep it dwelled inside of her, sitting on the information she had for two weeks prior to her seated position. Her mind wasn't in the game that ensued forward, her husband playing some of the best basketball that the world had seen, it dwelled on the fact that she didn't know how he would react to the news.

Despite being married for seven years, together for six before he popped the question, they hadn't discussed bringing another member of the family into their world- but that was a possibility on the table. Y/N had always wanted children, however, Shintaro was the wildcard. The man had always liked his life to be lived in a particular way; buying his lucky item to avoid life threatening situations daily and wearing that stupid tape to ensure that nothing was left to chance with his three-pointers. The fact that she was pregnant could stir their relationship for the worst if the Boston Celtics shoot guard took it the wrong way.

The whistle blew, sounding the end of the match- with both teams shaking hands respectively. The spectacled member of the Celtics searched for his usually exuberant wife who wrapped her legs around his waist when victory had been achieved by his team. However, she could be seen out on the side lines- chewing on her nail with an absent-minded expression written on her features. He found team victories tedious anyhow, making it guiltless to examine his love. "Isn't your lucky item working today, my love?" He stated, as soon as she heard his voice, her sleeved arms latched around his neck while her legs rested where they had to due to his height, around his waist. It was an understatement to say that the male was taken aback by his significant other's behaviour. He knew the cameras were focussed on the couple in that moment as he felt dampening cover his shoulder. Why's she crying? Was his immediate thought as the verdant-haired player waltzed with his wife in his arms so that they could have some privacy. Members of his team would approach, motioning to the cradled Y/N Midorima and he would bat them off (partially due to his obliviousness to this entire situation, as well).

Calculatedly, the twenty-nine-year-old reached an empty bathroom. Y/N was set down on the countered sinks while her counterpart rotated the lock to the door; securing them in with each other. The woman saw the reflected picture of herself- dripping makeup spearing from her eyes. She pinned the pregnancy hormones for the out of character behaviour. "Are you going to tell me what just happened?" His position motioned towards her- gripping her wrists with enough precision to be gentle. He just wanted to look into those eyes he focused on when he became frustrated.

She wanted to brace her arms on the hilt of the sink that was beside her. It was as if the pressure of his possible reaction had her hefting the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I'm on my period and the cramps are hurting like hell." A complete lie from in between her teeth, and he could sniff out his wife's bullshit even if she hadn't had been directly in front of him.

An exasperated sigh originated from the male, his middle fingers pushed up his glasses in frustration with her attempted deceit. "I know I've not been the most tolerable person to talk to- but you don't have to lie to me." Her eyes always found their way back to focus on his lower lashes; constant jealousy was the likely cause, but so had been the verdant rays which trickled within his vivid irises. His arms tugged her in close, she had nowhere else to look but him. "Oha Asa said unprecedented events would take place today and to be prepared for what lay ahead..." His mind relapsed into the hidden intricacies of the horoscope for that exact date, he thought maybe one of his teammates would become injured during the match or something insignificant in Shintaro's life- not that his wife was the unwarranted circumstance in which he was not in control of.

Despite the grotesque possibility that he would prevent her from having a child he planted inside of the womb within Y/N's body, the woman in question had nothing to lose but a barely developed month and a half year old foetus. "Actually, Shin… I can’t be on my period..." She had no idea why her body felt so small whilst under his attentive gaze as she awaited him to connect the dots in that intelligent brain that Midorima possessed. "Shintaro, aren't you gonna say anything?"

His hands had since dropped away from his wife and one held his face up- as if pondering something. "My mother has a remedy for excess stress... that train crash caused overtime at the hospital for yo-"

Her body slumped against the tiles that wound around the bottom half of the walls, proceeding to squeak down their glossy surface. Taking her husband by surprise and catapulting him into a sort of alert mode. "It's not the stress, Shin..." The woman began to fiddle with her hair in her own kind of frustration. "Y'know the day after the heated game against the Bulls- and we didn't have a condom but we did it anyway because you were so pent up?" His hair waved along with his neck, signalling his understanding.

His uniform creased by his forearms contorting under his chest. "That was two months ago- I'm shocked you still remember that." And it confounded how oblivious he was to such matters of pregnancy- probably because he had never had to deal with the experience and wouldn't have to. That was her job, an employment she happened to be dealing with in that precise moment.

Her sunken head raised as his fingers plucked her chin in an upwards motion, their faces unbelievably close- as they had been an infinite amount of times before that moment. While he was crouched, she gripped his other arm- placing his flat hand onto her stomach which carried his unborn child. A flicker of light cast from his glasses, he was finally in a daze of reality. "I'm pregnant." His entire being straightened upwards until he stood in front of the woman- whose eyes dripped with molten tears. "I'm sorry... I never meant for this to happen..."

It was her turn to bolt upright, at a lower rate to her love. "Sorry?" His voice echoed subconsciously in her ears; rattling any sense of safety she had in their relationship- this had the capability to end it because no matter what he said, she could never abort the baby growing in her uterus as the debacle ensued. Y/N's vision caught sight of his clenched fist as some moisture fell onto the solid floor beneath his body. "You're sorry about all of this, Y/N?" She was unsure of the tone he held, too out of tune with reality to intake that sort of information. Her hands caught her head as it collapsed along with the pool of fluid that escaped the sanctuary of her tear ducts. 

Y/N knew he would be angry because he didn't want to be a dad- but it had a confounding effect on the woman. 

Is this the end of our relationship? She questioned worriedly in her soul. However, she doubted if she had the strength to leave the side of the man she loved with every cell and fibre in her figure. Y/N didn't know if she could raise a child knowing that Shintaro Midorima had abandoned the two of them in the most dire of situations.

There was a sudden pressure felt on her bump-less middle. His emerald eyes resonating into her own, and the gleam wasn't from the glasses shielding his orbs- it was the reciprocated waterworks that enveloped what seemed to be his entire body. "And you're not playing around? You're one-hundred percent sure?" She knew he didn't let chance dictate his fate, even in this circumstance. Which meant this was the normal Shintaro Midorima she had met while he was a rookie for the team in which he played for in the current moments they spent with each other. Her head nodded- providing the man with a verified answer. "How long have you known for?"

"A couple of weeks but I was having symptoms two weeks before that.I thought I was overworked by how tired I was." He picked his wife up and rested her on the chic-looking sink counters. The stadium was furnished lushly for the players and this was one of the private toilets in which VIPs and/or players could utilise. Shintaro fitted in between her legs which had been only slightly parted but had been tapered to allow for him to have a deep seated connection with his one and only.

His head nuzzled in her neck meanwhile he cocooned her into an engulfing embrace; shifting Y/N's legs to resort to the position they had been whilst on the court. "I guess Oha Asa was right about the 'unprecedented' part of your day." Her words were clear as day while her lips were dangerously close to his sensitive ears. A chunk of green lurched, tickling the woman's neck in the shared second they endured together- caused by the monotonous chuckle that strayed from his direction.

"I'll overlook your doubt this one time..."

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Seven months had passed and for Shintaro Midorima, it was the second most important match he had ever had the pleasure to play. The championship match between the Phoenix Suns, against his most challenging opponent who could easily block his always-on-target three-pointers; Atsushi Murasakibara. His wife was, however, ready to pop any day- making the decision to watch the match from home. A couple of hours before his match ensued, she had felt a faint inclination that resembled a subliminal menstruation ache and Y/N had thought nothing of it. She was no obstetrician but she wished she had been over the past eight and a half months of pregnancy- the surgical resident was terrified. At least Shintaro was glad that there was to be a new addition in the family, which she had been anxious about throughout the first third of her first trimester. Y/N assumed that it was from the chocolate she had eaten earlier in the day.

In front of her, placed on the transparent, lowly structured table had been the assortment of indulgences that would have the privilege of being devoured by Y/N while the game was in action. Despite this, it would be extremely impressive if the woman could consume all of the snacking regiment before the long haul game was expected to finish. There were two powerhouse players that could delay the forty-eight-minimum minutes of gameplay. That along with the anticipated interviews that would take place despite the diversion of victory. As soon as the whistle signalled that the first quarter was in effect- with her eyes on her athlete husband, Y/N's cramping became somewhat staggering for her to endure. Her focus dissipated on Shintaro's game and onto the feeling that she expected clothing to experience while being ironed. She neglected the fact that she had described them as 'period cramps', now dubbing them as what a stabbing victim was forced to discern when that metal breached their flesh. However it seemed that the perpetrator lived beneath the skin. She knew in that minute what was occurring.

"Why now?!" She grumbled with gritted teeth concealing the already evident pain lingering in her tone. Her digits grasped tightly onto her smartphone as another wave of agony swarmed her abdomen. Pelvis gauged into the cushioned surface in which Y/N rested up, smartphone in hand- the woman had been compelled to clutch the bump that would hopefully dissipate once the being encased inside of her had been freed. "Fucking hell!"

Speedily her fingertips found the contact she had already accounted for- impatient whilst she awaited an answer from the other end. "Answer the fucking phone, Kise!" Neck craned with trickles of sweat sprinting down its side. Y/N knew that the pain would cease to exist once the delivery was finished, however, something told her that that wouldn't be close until she entered the intense stage of labour; signalling the moment when her water would eventually break.

Pant after pant, it had been an eternity to the woman but finally his voice rang in her ears, "Y/Nchhi, I'm sort of watching your husband's match at TD Gardens-"

"The baby's coming, Kise! I need you to, uh," another power wave of torment struck- leaving Ryota in action mode due to the reality of the ongoing situation. The call had been cut from Kise's end of the line, Y/N became plagued with worry as her eyes lingered on the television- devoid of focus on her husband as the blond locks of the Warriors' Small Forward pulled aside the coach of the Celtics. Something she hadn't wanted to happen- this was Shintaro's first love (other than the Oha Asa horoscope) and his wife did not want to relieve him of it.

"We see Midorima going in for another shot from the mid-way line and from this man's record, that means another three points for Celtics- who are up 10:2 against the Suns and their almost as incredible player Murasakibara."

"And what do we have here, Shaq? Celtic's coach Ime Udoka is calling a timeout... a possible injury, maybe?"

"It all seems to revolve around their Shooting Guard, for sure. We'll get information from Ime- wait, Mike... is that San Francisco's Kise down there with Udoka and Midorima?"

"Seems so... it's as though this is a personal issue of some kind- we both know his wife, Y/N, who is somewhere in TD Gardens cheering Boston on for victory."

"This young man has enough dedication to his sport and hasn't missed a single match in the entire season."

"Midorima seems to be... staying to play for his team in this NBA final at the home of the Boston Celtics... and there is still no news concerning the discussion that has taken place, however, we do know that Jaylen Brown will not be sent on during this match as the Celtics Shooting Guard- there is still hope for his position as a Short Forward to help his team claim victory over the Arizona side."

The power immediately departed from the television, as the woman managed to hobble over to the bathroom of their apartment. Making sure to support her body weight on various items of furnishing which scattered around her course- hand latching on the bag that she had prepared earlier. It ranged from the blanket in which they bought for their new born upon their entry into the world, to the lucky item that had updated every single day for the two probable zodiac signs for the baby for all of the eight and half months. This time, it seemed as though it was the frog plush animal that he held their first date- it was as if April 12th was the perfect date for their first born to enter the world (hopefully, with no complications). She only hoped that it was lucky for the match in which she knew her beloved would be striving in while she would be in labour.

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He had been made to wait outside of the room, down the Maternity Ward- however, the blond could hear the wailing of one of his closest friends. While inside of the room, Y/N was too dilated to have the epidural that would have numbed the already molten nerve endings that she would have sworn would be melted at this point. Water had flushed out of her undercarriage twenty minutes prior- warning the woman of the intense labour pains she could expect. "Y/N/N, you're fully dilated. We need you to push, sweetie." It may come off as unusual, however, the doctor delivering her baby was one of Y/N's good friends at the hospital- considering she had been a resident for the past eight years. She saw how her pregnant friend's eyes prickled full of water- but Danielle had no time for nicety, the baby's oxygen would be depleting now there was no amniotic fluid to protect it with.

"I need him here, Danie! I can't do this without Shintaro!" It was as if she was referring to her husband as being dead. The woman automatically pushed, nevertheless, causing more of the baby's body to appear from her legs.

"You got this- I can see the head. Just a few more strong pushes!" The other woman in a state of reddening agony exasperated lengthy gasps proceeding to squeezing. She hadn't realised the sheer force that her bare hands had laid waste to on the bedding, which was stained with sweating imprints as the rest of Y/N's being was shifted at the foot of the furniture. "Just the legs to go, Y/N. You've got this!" She began to ready herself for the strain in which a final action would inflict on her own entirety. That was until she began to notice the blur of verdant that stood vacantly in the wooden doorway- the sheen on his spectacles stood our the most, other than his entire shamrock uniform. He didn't remain still when his wife released the last amount of effort she had held onto- it was enough for her baby to flood out and into Danielle's arms.

Shintaro instantly dropped his bags at the door- having darted to his beloved; pulling her lips onto his own, not giving in until he was satisfied with the duration required. "I'm so proud of you, darling..." His husky tone held her focus as he spoke against their formerly conjoined limbs.

In that moment, it had been as though nothing had occurred, the searing halted almost immediately from the lower regions of her body- feeling the relief about the entire experience that had progressed fairly quickly considering the long-haul births that some women can experience. From outside the squealing had been replaced with the electric tears of newly given life. Those who had produced their masterpiece were united in their display of waterworks all as her miniscule creation was nestled into her arms by one of the scrubbed nurses scattered around the room. Upon sighting into those bright blue eyes; ones that she was fairly sure would develop into ones alike her husband's- Y/N knew that Shintaro was not the only thing in this world that she would love unconditionally no matter what they did. "Y/N/N, Shintaro- meet your son!" The two had neglected learning the sex of their child, Shintaro would have obsessed over how Aries and Taurus men and women differ towards each other and because he actually wanted fate to decide something of its free will for once without his influence.

 All that they were focused on was the new apple of their eyes- their baby boy. "He's gonna have your eyes," he smiled at her heartfelt statement, "and your crappy eyesight." Shintaro was instantly sent into a cascade of having his face sunken at that comment, but known fact, by his wife. However, he let it go- he didn't care as soon as he peered into both sets of vibrant eyes displayed before him. Those of Y/N Midorima and their newborn, unnamed son. "Did you win?"

His mossy hair began to contort with the vertical motions his own head spurted into fruition. "The media got wind of this. That blond brat should be banned off of Instagram, idiot broke the news on his story..." The muscles inside of his neck had begun to tense as he spoke, causing the woman beside him to brush her fingertips across the span of his cheek- which descended his gaze to their boy an additional occurrence. Not once had his under lashes flickered in boredom or falsity- it was genuine. He had never loved another being in the way he had the baby before him. Of course, Shintaro adored his wife- but the kind of way he felt for his own son was unconditional.

Y/N caught onto the subconscious want of her husband in that moment, her arms raised toward her right side. "Hold your son, Shintaro." There had been no hesitation on his part when his tapped left hand spread to cup the child's head while his right arm cradled the rest of his diddy body.  "You're... surprisingly good at that~" A light chuckle shook the waves of sound around their vicinity- surveying the two men in her life from the moment that their child entered the world.

His deep green eyes delved into the baby azure ones- silencing the stifled cries from the being held in his arms with surprising ease. "Nobody is ever going to hurt you..." He had become even more of a softer person in a span of twenty minutes. It melted Y/N's own heart- it was burning in her chest. Especially when Midorima's nose and the junior version of himself began to rub their noses with each other; exuberant laughter rattled from the young infant. A gleam prominently illustrated across the Shooting Guard's features- a marvel in itself; it was painful for people to get him to smile- but this was more than that, he beamed with rays of energy. "I apologise for being late- they chose me to be the MVP for the season."

Her ears spiked up, "That's fantastic, Shin! Been a great season, huh?" He gave a long nod, eyes still focused on his son. "I think I have a name idea, honey..." His attention fixated on his wife. "This city has had such an influence on us this year and this little guy was born on the day his dad won with his team."

"I'm not opposed to that idea. But, it would be in fate's favour to have something linked to his zodiac sign."

"I know you, Shintaro... zodiac duty was already yours, babe." There was no hesitation in her booming, confident vocals. "You were already going to write on the birth certificate..."

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"In sports news, well... revolving around sports news... the Most Valued Player of the ended NBA season, Shintaro Midorima has become a father. Fans watching the events at TD Gardens were shocked as halfway through, Celtics' head coach, Ime Udoka, called off the Shooting Guard and speculations arose surrounding personal matters that could take him out of the game."

"Yes, Martha. Despite the events occurring, the Japanese player remained on court, only to receive the NBA championship win and the title of MVP for the Season."

"Details have been revealed by the couple. In an ode to the team that Midorima has won four championship titles with, their baby boy was named Boston."

"What a wonderful way to pay homage to the team that has held their Shooting Guard since his NBA debut. Wishing their expanded family all the best as celebrations continue among Boston fans, and commiserations dwell for Phoenix supporters."

"This has been Martha MacCallum-"

"- and Bill Hemmer, signing off on your six o'clock news."

Her head shook in disbelief, pressing the red button on the remote. "Why did Kise have to be the only one there at the match? He's airing out information to the press- unintentionally!" Her hips had become gripped by the man laid back on the reclining leather couch, causing her to crash onto his lap. He had precision after how many years they had been together. Y/N toppled gently across his legs before scuffling to splay out horizontally- her head resting on his thighs; eyes focused on the ceiling.

"Don't get worked up- Oha Asa says Scorpios are supposed to be having a relaxed day." Her cheeks puffed, as she grinded closer into his body. That was until the consistent shrills sourcing from the nursery became increasingly aware to the parents. "I'll get him, darling..." Before she could blink, he had plonked her onto the furnishing and had disappeared behind the door- the cries in which Boston had released ceased to exist as soon as he was in the arms of his father.

They both appeared from around the corner, with an addition. "He just won't accept any lucky item, other than this frog plush- does he know the terrifying things that can happen when not carrying your lucky item?" Y/N felt the tension of Shintaro envisioning what life would be without his compulsive habit. His eyes flickered wide at the hidden chuckle he had heard stray from Y/N- not acting on his disbelief; still fixated on the adorable vision of his bright-eyed two-day-year-old son. "Maybe it's not a horrendous turn of events, he may even look cute with that frog. Don't you, Boston? Yes you do!" She had never seen acting so... childish before, and it was a positive change for the woman who had only ever seen her partner act like an adult, even when he was a freshman university student with his basketball scholarship.

Not that Y/N would want to alter anything about Shintaro Midorima, it was a never-seen-before element to the man she loved.