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lumau · 3 years

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This week has been sth else, so I apologize for a lack of editing. Before this whole story goes up on ao3, I’ll give it all another polish. I wanted to get sth sweet out there, hopefully changing the rest of this week for the better... so this has all the fluff. :)

This comes after the events at the beach, here: https://lumau.tumblr.com/post/658330266893434881/a-small-sunday-treat-interlude-ao-shun-in-skimpy

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Li Ming followed the king down the corridor leading to his private rooms. Ao Shun had not seemed to want to dismiss him yet, so he simply went along.

After the walk on the beach the king had shown himself brooding, and not another word was lost about the somewhat odd end of their conversation. Li Ming was still turning the thoughts over in his mind, when they reached the entrance flanked by a pair of guards. Ao Shun turned to him, as if only now noticing that he was still behind him.

“Ah, Li Ming,” he said, “I will retire early, and should not keep you. However, as you are here now, I would ask you to do my hair for the night. I am not entirely satisfied with the way Xiao has been doing it lately.”

Li Ming gave a polite bow.

“Of course, my lord. I will speak to Xiao tomorrow.”

Li Ming graciously set down the little tray and unfolded the white towel across the king’s shoulders. He had not been entirely surprised when Ao Shun offered him another task, one that would not involve the presence of other staff. He had done his lord’s hair numerous times before, mostly when they were traveling, but the familiar movements seemed to gain a different quality to him now.

He took a deep breath and steadied his hand, when he reached out to undo the long braid, parting the strands with his fingers, loosening them with care. He looked down on Ao Shun’s back. The way he was perched on the leather and chrome ottoman he seemed suddenly small, so much more tangible and real. Of course nothing about him had changed - he was still the immortal king, the feared and beloved dragon god of legends, eternal, majestic and untouchable. The only difference was in his own perception. Those new, less and less subtle thoughts, the sudden wish to run his hands over his shoulders in front of him and the suspicion that his touch would be welcomed even. Maybe, if he offered a massage? He simply would have to reach out…

“Li Ming.”

Li Ming felt caught, blushing at the ideas he’d just been indulging. He quickly took the intricate ebony comb from the tray and gingerly began working it through the tips of the long, black hair.

“I have been meaning to speak to you in private.”

The low, soft tone of Ao Shun’s voice touched a part in Li Ming’s stomach and made it clench in a flutter. He focussed on combing Ao Shun’s hair, carefully, higher up. Combing it, and smoothing its soft lengths with his fingers, and combing it... If he didn’t focus on the task, he didn’t know what else he should do.

“I have been imposing my attention on you lately, acting on the attraction I feel towards you, and I presume you have become aware of it too.”

Li Ming swallowed hard. If his heart was not stuck up in his throat, making it impossible for him to bring out a word, what could he even have said to that?

Ao Shun sat completely still, looking straight ahead out of the window. Only the rise and fall of his shoulders gave a sign of his flattened breath. Somehow this little sign of agitation in the dragon king made Li Ming even more nervous. Ao Shun heaved a deep breath.

“I admit I have not done well, and my actions were not right.”

Li Ming’s hands stopped moving. Whatever he had expected, the low growl and the hint of guilt in the king's voice was not it. He stood stockstill, staring unblinkingly at the hair he was holding between his fingers.

“A man in my position needs to be aware of his influence,” Ao Shun said, solemnly, “and I have let myself get carried away, making advances on you without addressing the matter openly. You are bound by your oath to me. Naturally you would follow along with anything I ask of you. I should not have allowed myself to mingle your obligation with my personal interest.”

Unwittingly Li Ming laid the comb down and took up a crystal flask. He spread some of the mildly scented oil on his hands and once more began working them along the tips of Ao Shun’s hair in thoughtful silence.

“Don’t you have anything to say to that?” Ao Shun spoke up again after a moment.

“My lord… I appreciate your honesty. I don’t think you have done me wrong, and you have not done anything against my will.”

Ao Shun gave a little nod, encouragingly, but Li Ming was not sure what else he could say.

“And about what else I mentioned -” Ao Shun inquired tentatively, when nothing more came from him, “About the interest I expressed in exploring a more personal contact between us…”

Li Ming continued to run his fingers through the king’s hair for a long moment. He wondered if Ao Shun could feel the slight trembling of his fingers, just like he could sense the electrified tension in his posture. He should have been prepared for this moment, after all that had happened lately. It was not out of the ordinary that royal dragons might request closer company from their subordinates. Growing up at court it was something one simply learned among other things. Yet while Li Ming had entertained the idea once or twice, and maybe slightly more often of late, none of his envisioned scenarios had involved the careful and earnest manner in which the king addressed him, or the blank space in his head where his mind should have been.

“How could I decline this from you?” he finally managed, and knew immediately that that was not the right answer. Ao Shun sharply drew in his breath and twitched his head to look over his shoulder. He frowned up at Li Ming.

“I want it to be absolutely clear that this is beyond your orders,” he growled, “If I have given you another impression, I will need to rectify it.”

Li Ming flustered. His face was starting to burn again, and he was growing desperate with himself. He had not meant it that way. Why was it suddenly so difficult to think, making it impossible for him to express himself?

“I want to know what you want, Li Ming.”

Li Ming swallowed. The only thing he could think of to say was the truth.

“My lord, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what you want?” Ao Shun asked.

“I apologise,” Li Ming said quietly and averted his eyes, “I am afraid I feel confused right now, and that is my truthful answer.”

Ao Shun considered him for a moment, then his expression brightened again.

“Are you willing to find it out together?” he finally asked with a smile.

Li Ming blinked a little surprised, then he nodded and smiled back. The words ‘find it out together’ echoed in his mind, leaving a warmer feeling and making him more at ease.

Ao Shun turned his head back, and Li Ming remembered suddenly that he was still holding the lengths of his hair.

“When I ask you for something that you are uncomfortable with, can I trust you to say no to me?” Ao Shun asked, his voice soft again.

“Yes, my lord,” Li Ming replied with a smile.

“And will you also ask for what you desire from me?”

There was a longer silence after that.

“… I can try.”

Li Ming felt much less confident at that, but for now Ao Shun seemed content with his answer.

Li Ming found that he was still smiling, as he added a few more drops of oil to his hands, almost a little light-headed. The previously anxious flutter in his stomach had turned into something warmer, friendlier now.

He rested his palms on top of Ao Shun’s head, and began moving the tips of his fingers in small circles along his hairline. A head massage was not necessarily a part of his evening routine, but from the deep sigh and the slight sagging of Ao Shun’s shoulders he could tell it was appreciated.

He slowly ran his fingers along to the back, and feeling suddenly elated after their conversation, let them trail down behind the king’s ears, drawing gentle patterns on the soft skin of his neck. This was definitely not part of the regular routine. Ao Shun gave another sigh and let himself sink back against Li Ming, dropping his head slightly back to let it rest against him. Li Ming could see the serene expression on his face, his eyes closed and his lips drawn into a contented smile. He almost regretted that he had not simply said “Yes.” to his earlier question, and wondered for a second, if he would dare to ask to kiss him now.

Then Ao Shun’s smile turned into a grin, and he sat up again, the warmth and weight of his body lingering for a few more seconds where he had leaned.

“Please, Li Ming,” he said, “don’t raise the issue with Xiao. I’d rather you do my hair every night from now on, if I get that sort of treatment.”

The mention of Ao Shun’s attendant brought Li Ming back into reality, and made him a little awkward at having slipped from his familiar role. He gathered Ao Shun’s hair in a loose bun on his vertex and fixed it with a hairband. He felt a small sting of regret when he was done and Ao Shun stood up. The king gave him a long look from under his lashes.

“Thank you,” he said simply, and Li Ming could tell that he only partly meant it for the hairdo. Once more he felt the sudden urge to reach out, or to say something to cross the space between them, but there was the ottoman in the middle and the lump in his throat and then Ao Shun blinked, and smiled, and Li Ming knew it meant Good Night.

Sitting in his own room an hour later, he was still too agitated to go to bed. He tried reading one of the new books on his shelf, but couldn’t bring himself to focus. Too much had happened today, and he kept replaying the events in his mind, alternating between furtive excitement and coy bliss and a bit of disappointment at what felt like a missed opportunity in the end.

When he had once more been staring at a page for an unknown amount of time, a polite knock on his door made him perk up. It was Xiao, who apologized for the late disturbance, but she had been sent by Ao Shun to call him up once more. While Li Ming had already shed his tie and loosened his collar, he had luckily not bothered to get ready for bed yet.

He found Ao Shun on his balcony, cled in his black and white silk robe and looking out over the nightly panorama. Li Ming’s heart had already begun to beat faster as he entered the apartment, but now his nerves seemed to stun him once more. How could it be that he kept finding himself lost for words so often these past days, with his extensive diplomatic training and experience?

“My lord, you required my attendance?” he said, settling on a safe, formal approach.

When Ao Shun spoke, Li Ming could hear the smile in his voice and knew it was not an official call after all.

“The sky is so full of stars tonight. I thought you might appreciate it as well.”

He turned away from the railing to look at Li Ming unblinkingly, long enough to make him feel self-conscious.

“And I thought you would look beautiful in the light of the moon. I was right.”

Li Ming felt ice and heat rush through his veins again. He distantly heard himself stammer, “Thank you, my lord, it really is a beautiful night.” He was certain that his face must have gone deep red, and hoped it wouldn’t be too visible in the bespoke moonlight.

A slightly crooked smile curled Ao Shun’s lips, as he approached him.

“Allow me to be frank, Li Ming.”

His voice was low and soft, humming with a deep tremor underneath it.

“I could not get you out of my head. And I wanted to kiss you.”

The words hung between them in the air for a few long seconds. Li Ming’s heart was racing. When Ao Shun held out his hand to him, he automatically took it. There was comfort in the warmth of his touch and the slight shiver he could feel in the grasp. It gave away the king’s inner tension, while his expression remained one of calm confidence.

“You have not declined or turned away yet. I take that as a positive sign?”

Ao Shun took another step closer, until they were almost touching. Li Ming could sense the familiar energy he always radiated, felt the air between them prickle with electricity. He could see his dark eyes gleaming in the low light. He had never seen them so close up. He wanted to lose himself in their depth, but Ao Shun was watching him expectantly. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Ao Shun pursed his lips into a smirk and tilted his head.

Li Ming swallowed and muttered, “Yes, please.”

It had to be his voice, as the words came from his mouth, but he did not recognise its tone. The soft smile was back on Ao Shun’s face, and when he leaned in and their lips met, Li Ming stopped thinking altogether.

As Li Ming opened the door to his private rooms, he still couldn’t stop smiling. He did not know how much time had passed, but the moon was high now and shone in through the windows.

A part of him had wondered if (and maybe even hoped that) Ao Shun would extend his invitation even further. But he had said that he wanted to kiss him, and that was what he had done. And then they kissed again, and again, and some more when Ao Shun had walked him to the door. And they had both smiled widely, and Ao Shun had thanked him before wishing him a good night.

Li Ming felt giddy and drowsy, as if walking through a dream all the way back. He was vaguely aware of a different part of his brain that would in some distant future start nagging him about all the potential trouble he was getting himself into. But for now, the only thing he could think of were the sensations of those kisses he could still feel on his lips.

#the invisible library #froststorm #vintage arc #li ming #ao shun #fluff

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animatedrapture · 3 years

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I HAVE GASOLINE LAYING AROUND IN MY HOUSE AND IM OMW TO SET KANA ON FIRE :))))

ok im about to compile possibly like 10 chapters worth of kana hate KJHLDSDJS

so. sorry i wasnt able to respond to so manyyyyyy of these on time and all, i get overwhelmed super easily but i truly, truly love all of you and appreciate each msg :DD these have all either made me think real hard LMFOAHJSKD or had me laughing so hard and gasping lmfao. but yeah, i appreciate all of these and everything i mightve never gotten bc tumblr asks is dumb as well as the ones ive still yet to come back to or answer. almost each and every single one of these have been a guidance with what i wanted to do with the smau, whenever i wanted to switch something up or make something better in the smau, your msgs helped a lot in improving it in some way and helping me figure out what i truly wanted to do with the smau and for that, thank u!!!

Anonymous asked:

FUCK KANA ALL MY HOMIES HATE HER HANA SPILLED HER DRINK ON HER? SHE DID THE RIGHT THING ALSO FUCK SUNA BC EVEN UF HE HAD SEX WITH YN AND SAID HE ADORES HER HIS ACTIONS/AFFECTION TOWARDS KANA GIVES MIXED SIGNALS AND ITS TIME HE GET ACCOUNTABLE OF SAID ACTIONS sorry for the rant 🥴

Anonymous asked:

the “tw kana” absolutely sent me into orbit i cackled 😭

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anons bonding over kana hate🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻

Anonymous asked:

yeah its only you who doesn't dislike her FGHDJGKUJ IM KIDDING no but really more than hate her its hate the way shes in between like it pisses me off the cockblock she is 😭😭

Anonymous asked:

if i were kana,,,i would either tell him i still have feelings OR hurt in silence (step back) since technically he or should i say they decided to be JUST bestfriends not cockblocking the possibility for him to be in a relationship

Anonymous asked:

kana has to make a choice: she confess or shut the fuck up bc as far as we know they decided to be just bff (highkey think suna was more into being just friends and kana kinda lied) so IF he likes someone else why the fuck try to sabotage him (his happiness with someone else) when he find it out then what? would he still keep her as a friend? 🧐

Anonymous asked:

What if I just...shift or whatever you guys call it, into As Friends universe...and bonk Kana on the head...lol just kidding...ah ha ha ha No please she is starting to sound like the girl best friend that would make couples break up because she does not care about boundaries...honey, you're the best friend, yes, you're important, but that's his girlfriend...stay in your lane. Lol like "I don't want to confess" but "He's mine so I have to get rid of all competitions" lol fucking clown yeah no, I don't have to wait for you to write more about her to make me hate her sksksksksk I already do

Anonymous asked:

Ayo istg kana's been giving y/n the stinky eye... if she stares at y/n like that one more time LAWD HELP HER SOUL, im coming for her eyes!!! But fr,, Rin better treat y/n right and put kana in her place. Bc y/n got a best friend too (samu) u^u and he can cook and would treat her good.

Anonymous asked: likE I KEEP SAYING eAT SHIT KANA

Anonymous asked: I am CRAVING IMMENSE VIOLENCE bring that girl kana here lemme knock her teeth down her throat. >:(

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kana (derogatory)

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istg if a bus doesn’t hit kana i’m gonna do it

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kana toxic best friend it’s time for suna to realise IT 😤😤

Anonymous asked:

kana has family problems only rin knows about? what in the ao haru ride manga 😐

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WHY KANA FUKC

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NAH MY GUT FEELING TELLING ME KANA WAS BAD NEWS SINCE THE BEGINNING also she wants suna all to herself (he sees her as a bff) but doesn’t say shit to him... if course he’s gonna find someone in the future whether in college or after (unless the bitch will still to his ass even when he goes pro)

Anonymous asked:

everyday i wake up with notifs from u i feel like im about to get subjected to pain and IM RIGHT THIS TIME TOO what the hell kana u will never be yn (me) 🙏🏼🧇

Anonymous asked:

bro part of me wants to punch suna so bad bc like hes so awkward but so smooth like who tf do u want stop being a smooth ass mf u know these two bitches like u

Anonymous asked: i might just obliterate everyone named kana cause of as friends THE WHOLE TIME MY EYE WAS TWITCHING CAUSE OF HER FUCK KDDSKDLSDK EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO OBLITERATE HER SAY "I" but like hi! i hope youre well

Anonymous asked:

even tho u always insist you'd never het mad at me girl HUHH i used to be genuinely good w kana now she's just a manipulative bitch :// kana babe sorry but ur best friend is allowed to spend time with other people 🙄

xmyshya asked:

I 👏 love 👏 Hana 👏 Also 👏 fuck 👏 Kana 👏 and Rin you idiot, what do you mean he's not gonna pursue dating T_T it's just a few chapters till the end T_T wut T_T

yourstarvic asked:

Kana needs to back up before she gets beat up 😤 me and my homies ain’t playing no more 😤

Anonymous asked:

omg that ur probably mad (even tho u said u’d never get mad at me!) broooo

Anonymous asked:

kana gonna get even more territorial in the next chapters im getting kinda scared to see how rin reacts 😒 shes gonna lowkey (highkey) manipulate rin like oh u said youll never leave me you said i come first and all that mhmmm girl dont make me break your neck 👎🏼👎🏼

Anonymous asked:

huh so is kana basically a pick me girl

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“you’d be selfish abt this” girl

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why tf kana gotta ask yn bro u don't know her just ask suna directly 🙄 putting her in an awkward ass position how's she supposed to say no i'm sorry kana's being annoying as hell rn

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it’s time for kana to realise: - yn aint just a fling bc suna is spending more time with her - suna clearly sees her just as his bff

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Kana saying "I was worried you'd be selfish about this haha" well bitch now I gotta be 😒

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“i was worried you’d be selfish about this hahaha” -the one who’s for the streets kana better watch herself…y/n was being kind, i will not be

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DID KANA REALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK US?????? TO POSTPONE OUR PLANS WITH RIN???? pls that « you understand, right? » was just so manipulative oh my god-

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kana can go cry & write to her diary about it 😘😘

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“y/n right?” after literally meeting her plssss

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miss kana is just gonna have to miss him a little more bc i'm not canceling SHIT!!

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kana is playing chess while we’re playing checkers

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everytime you post and kana gets fucked over my day is made and it all I'm going to think about

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im catching up on as friends bc i havent read a few chapters and kana saying “arent you just with yn” made me extra angry go trip down some stairs kana

Anonymous asked:

u made my week with the update 😭🖤 i hate kana sfm lol

Anonymous asked:

kana suffering either way the story goes? I'm in -🦄

Anonymous asked:

kana n suna need to grow up lowkey it’s very highschool

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WHOEVER SENT THIS I AM CHOOSING VIOLENCE who's in, let's go beat kana-🦄

Anonymous asked:

hELL YEAAHH GET FUCKED KANA /neg

#wait im adding more i just #it noncon posted KLDHSKJDD #;bubble #smau ; as friends #tw kana #this is gonna be like the tw kana hall of fame post LKJDSHKDJS

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samanthaswishes · 3 years

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Tagged by @agents-of-fangirling (thank you!!💕)

1. First Ship - Alex x Mason (wizards of waverly place)

2. First OTP - Romanogers (mcu, mostly ca:tws)

3. Current Favorite Ship - Dousy (aos)

5. Ship(s) You Wish Had Been Endgame - Eh, not sure. Most of my favorite canon ships were endgame.

6. Ship You Wish Was Canon - I'm 100% a Dousy girl all the way, but if Skye and Trip had something going... I would be the literal captain of that ship. I'm so sad they killed him in season 2 (yes, I know it's because BJ was on another show at the time, but UGHHHH WHY DID THEY HAVE TO KILL HIM😫)

7. Ship That Most of the Fandom Hates but You Love - Devie (descendants, I don't get why people hate Doug? He's literally so sweet to Evie! Yes, he has insecurities, but people are acting like he's not expressing regular human emotions. Most of the fandom prefers Mevie/Malvie, but I dislike Mal, and Evie deserves better than how Mal had treated/still treats her, heck even Ben deserves better than Mal, and he and her are endgame, but I'm not gonna get into that right now...)

8. You Don't Even Watch the Show, but You Ship It - I'm blanking on their names, and I'm too lazy/tired to look it up right now, but the main couple from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I think they just had a kid?? They just seem so wholesome. (I need to watch it, I know😅)

9. Ship You Wish Had a Different Storyline - Philinda (aos), Fitzsimmons (aos, aside from a different storyline, but I would also like to not have them take up most of the time on the show that could have been be used to build other characters' storylines...)

10. Favorite Ship(s) That's Endgame - Dousy (aos), Mackelena (aos), Devie (descendants), LangDyne (mcu/ant-man, they looked so happy in end of endgame, I swear to god, if they break them up in any way, shape, or form in quantumania, I will literally cry)

I'm not too sure who has done this already but I'm tagging @stilltryingtowrite @eleanormei @ryder616 @backgroundagent3 and anyone else who would like to do this!

#thanks for the tag!#tag game

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acopenhagenarmy · 4 years

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Part two

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Warning: Fluff that will make you feel all soft

Word count: 1.6k ish

Summary: The pain you feel in your body is a sign of ture love. Will the stress in your day to day life end up keeping you from the one you crave the most? Or will it end up being the one thing that bring him to you? A part of the ‘Bound Forever’ series - Soulmate!au

A/N: I know it’s been a long time coming but I hope you guys haven’t given up on me yet 🥺💕

Moodboard / Sneak Peak / Part one / Part two /

You were laying on the floor in your living-room, looking up into the sealing as you stuffed your face with the ben & jerry that stood close by. Beside you was Jasmin, with her favorite bag of chips, also looking up. You didn’t speak, because there was no need for that, you knew exactly what was wrong with the both of you.

“What the hell did we do to deserve this shit?” You quickly sat up, which made your head a little dizzy as stars appeared before your eyes. You heard a groan beside you.

“I don’t know Y/N… But it sure isn’t fair”

You shook your head in a desperate attempt to make the dizziness go away. Luckily it helped.

“So, what are we gonna do now?” You looked at your friend who stuffed yet another handful of chips in her mouth as she reached out for the ben & jerry. The action made you giggle a little, but it didn’t take you long to return to the annoying emotions that’d been roaming your mind all day.

“I was thinking we could binge watch Disney movies till we cry our self to sleep on the couch?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Meh, why the hell not” and quickly stood up to gather everything you would need for the night you now had planned out.

He was sitting up against the wall in the practice room, as he watched the remaining six boys dance before him. Much against his own wishes, the doctors had ordered him to stay off his ankle until it was fully healed. After all award season was coming up, and it wouldn’t help any of them if he pushed through the pain to dance.

He zoned out a little, thinking back to their pre debut days. How hard they’d worked, how far they’d come. A small smile painted is full lips. Those days always reminded him of you, it was back then he felt you for the first time.

He grabbed the book and read the lines on the fist page:

March 22nd - 2012

I felt her tears on my cheeks today, the ache in her abdomen, and shooting pains up and down my spine. I guess this means I’ll be stuffing my face with chocolate and lay on a heating pad for the rest of the week. Remind me to tell the guys to always help their soulmates when ever they have cramps in the future, this shit is painful. But I guess the birth of our children will be so much worse…

He had sworn that day that he would always help her when she was in pain. He would do his best to make it all go away.

The boys all fell to the floor as the music stopped. He laughed from his corner and stood up.

“Hey Kook, do you have any kind of snacks in your bag?”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked towards Jimin.

“No of course not”

Jimin lifted his eyebrow as he looked at him with his best big brother look.

“What? I don’t?!”

Yoongi groaned beside him as he sat up. He walked towards his bag, as Jungkook complained with cuss words and threats if his hyung dared to open the bag. Out of it he pulled chips and chocolate and threw them both towards Jimin.

“I figured you could use them both, it’s around the 20th isn’t it?”

“Yeah, thanks hyung”

Jimin took his snacks and sat back in his spot, hoping you were smart enough to have stashed painkillers at home. Cause if you didn’t, this would be a very painful day for him.

Tears stained your cheeks as you blew your nose for the 12th time. There was nothing stopping these tears, and somewhere you wondered if you’d be able to fill your apartment with all the tears you’d cried today.

“I feel like I’m crying more every time I watch this film” You looked towards Jasmin.

“Trust me, you are. And it’s really not a pretty sight!” she answered.

You threw your tissue at her.

“Well fuck you! It’s not like you’re looking like a beauty yourself right now!”

Jasmin rolled her eyes at you.

“Well at least you have help taking care of your cramps!” She crossed her arms over her chest and look at the tv with eyes that could kill.

“Oh, come on! It’s like the only good thing I’m getting out of this mark!”

“You get kisses as well!”

You sat there and thought about it for a second, but your trail of thought was interrupted by your phone that blasted. You quickly grabbed it from the countertop of the coffee table in front of you.

“Hey mom, what’s up?” You said as you picked up the call.

“Hey darling, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing?”

“I’m doing great, currently watching Coco with Jasmin on the couch, we’re having a chill day inside” You smiled at your friend, who told you to say hi to your parent on her behalf. “She says hi by the way”

“Tell her I miss her. Anyway the reason I’m calling is because I just received some great news from AOS and I-“

“Really? What kind of news?” You sat up straight and could feel your heart beating faster than it’d done in a while.

“Well since your channel is primarily based around your mark, they wanted to know if you wanted to do some interviews on the red carpet for the annual Soulmate Awards?”

“Oh my god?! You’re kidding?! Of course, I will! Do you know when it is? Were it’ll be held?” You quickly stood up and started dancing around the room, the pain it caused was pretty much numbed by the excitement you felt. It was like a dream come true.

“I’m still waiting for them to send the details and such but it’s in a month in LA, all expenses are paid”

You screamed at the top of your lungs. “This is the dream! Oh gosh I can’t believe it, thank you so much mom, for all the love and support through all of this”

You could almost hear how big her smile was through the phone. “I’m always here you know that. I’ll forward the email when I get it. Oh, and bring Jasmin, I think it would be as fun for her as it’s gonna be for you okay?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, believe me”

“Good, I’ll talk to you guys soon. I love you baby”

“Love you too mom, bye”

As the called ended you stood frozen in place. This had been a dream for as long you could remember.

“Well? What happened?” Jasmin looked at you both excited and a little annoyed that you hadn’t spilled the tea right after you hung up the phone.

“Well my very best bff, we’re going to LA for ‘The Soulmate Awards’!”

Her jaw basically dropped to the floor. Unlike you she moved slowly, out of fear that if she moved too much she would wake up from this dream.

“Dude are you nominated for the social media award?”

“Oh god no! I wish! But I am getting to interview all the famous people with their significant others”

A quick flash of disappointment washed over her facial features, right before it lit up once again.

“Oh wow, I mean it’s no award, but it’s like the next best thing” She slowly started to jump of excitement as well

“Right?! And I mean this means they know who I am, so I have a food in the door now. I mean who know what this could mean for me, for the both of us!”

Jasmin took two big steps before she pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, I really hope you know that”

“I know honey, so am I” you laughed a little and so did she by your non existing modesty. “But you know what this means right? It’s time for my tattoo”

Jungkook and Hoseok carried Jimin to his hotel room, so he didn’t have to walk all the way there. It was only a short walk but after the day he had they wanted to treat their member a little.

“Who decides that it would be an amazing idea to dance around on an injured foot, huh? Can any of you answer me that?”

He looked at the boys with a straight face, and a fire lit in his eyes. Jungkook was too concentrated to even pretend he was listening to whatever his hyung was going on about right that second. Because every time Jimin talked, Jungkook had too try and keep the boy stills so they wouldn’t drop him.

Unlike Jungkook, Hoseok laughed.

“Yah! Hyung, why are you laughing?” He looked at him with somewhat disappointed eyes.

“You’re kidding right? I think you are one of the only idols who refuse to do as the doctors tell you, no matter the injury, you still keep dancing and working out. So cut her some slag, it might just be payback” Hoseok winked at his friend.

He was not happy with the way Hoseok had just called him out, but in the end, he knew that he was right. He might’ve deserved it, but she was always the smart one of the two of you, so why would she suddenly do something so reckless. He didn’t want her to injure herself more, he wanted her to be careful.

The boys threw him in his bed when they had reached their destination, after they said their goodbyes he snuggled under the covers and pulled out his little black book. It was in that exact moment Jimin felt a vibration on his arm, followed by a pain he knew too well.

She’s getting a tattoo

He almost threw himself from the bed in a desperate attempt to find a marker or a pen of some sorts, hoping he would be able to trace exactly what you were getting etched into your skin. It would make his quest so much easier, he would finally have some sort of feature to look for in all those crowded places. The closest thing he could find was an eyeliner so he crossed his fingers and hoped that it would work.

But as he stood before the mirror, he dropped it because he suddenly realized he had no use of it. Because in his reflection he could see the black line and how it was steadily growing as the pain continued. He could follow the artist as he worked and in the end all it read was; promise.

He smiled a little as he traced it with his finger, and then he started laughing. This meant she had been walking around with a giant tattoo that said ‘nevermind’ across her ribs for years now.

I hope you’re easier to find now little one

That night he kissed his hand twice, as a thank you and as a promise that he would find you soon.

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haikyuuscreaming · 4 years

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hello!! can you write something fluff with kenma, please? some friends to lovers if possible. loving your blog 💕💕

OH SHIT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SDFSDFJKD this is. 3.5k words roughly and im so sorry idk why my fics always come out longer than 1k words :(((

The first time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s hiding behind the wall that is Kuroo Tetsurou and you’re both in your first year.

“Oh?” The Nekoma volleyball captain stares you down in the Chem class you share with him. “You’re [Surname]-san, right?”

“Yeah,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him but secretly eyeing the quiet boy behind him. He’s your classmate in a few other of your periods, but not this one. This class is an advanced Chemistry class, placing you conveniently with the second-years and a handful of equally smart first-years. “I need help with the homework and you’re my best bet. Could you help out?”

Kuroo narrows his eyes at you, which you don’t exactly appreciate but you don’t say anything. “You sure you don’t want me to just give answers?”

“I kinda need to understand this to pass the class, so no thanks.”

He hums in approval, like you’ve passed some test, and nods. “Sure thing. I wanted to teach Kenma this anyway.”

Oh, that’s his name… you think to yourself, and you noticed the mentioned Kenma doesn’t look up from his Nintendo Switch, even at the mention of his name. You watch Kuroo turn around to his companion, coercing him, “Kenma, get up, we’re learning Chem.”

“Can’t we do it later?” Kenma’s voice doesn’t hold anything akin to bitterness or complaint- it’s kind of devoid, actually, in a soft and cute way- and you try to tune out the sound of Kuroo scolding him but he’s so loud when he’s right next to you.

“C’mon, we’re about to go home now, we can stay after school a little longer. Plus, we get to teach this lovely lady about nuclei.”

“I’m right here, you know,” you roll your eyes lightly but before you know it, you’re defending Kozume-san. “We can always work it out, um… I dunno, maybe over lunch on Sunday? I mean, it is Friday and this thing’s due Monday and… we can have more fun studying this if we have food.”

Stupid fucking Kuroo only grins. “Oh, so you’re asking me on a date? Kinda bold, if I don’t say so myself, kouhai-chan.”

“Kuro, stop.” Kenma speaks up and his quiet voice somehow speaks volumes. “We can meet with her on Sunday to do it.” And just like that, he retreats to his Switch without another word.

Kuroo turns to you and shrugs indifferently, contrasting his previously provocative and shitfaced attitude. “The man’s laid down the law. How’s boba on Sunday sound?”

The second time you meet Kenma is on that promised study session.

He has inconspicuous earbuds in, his face illuminated by the glowing light of his DS. He has a DS, too? He still looks cute.

And there’s Kuroo of course, but he’s irrelevant to your case unless it has to do with your god forsaken chem homework.

“You want me to go order some drinks next door?” Kuroo quirks an eyebrow. “My treat.”

“Just a brown sugar milk tea, thanks,” You tell him gratefully. Thank god for men and their dead sense of chivalry.

“No boba? You’re crazy.” Kuroo scrunches his nose at you and you wish Kenma would start talking so you could avoid this big, annoying cat. “What about you, Kenma? Your usual?”

“Yeah,” is all Kenma says.

“Alright, see you nerds later,” Kuroo practically sings out, patting both of your heads like an old man, and takes something from Kenma that you don’t quite catch, but it makes Kenma glare at him.

As soon as Kuroo’s out of sight, you find it a little awkward to keep conversation with Kenma especially with his whole gamer complex, but-

Oh.

Kuroo took Kenna's DS.

“Kuroo-san’s pretty bothersome, huh,” you sigh out in an attempt to stir conversation. Lucky for you, Kenma goes along with the conversation without fight, his eyes peering over you like reflective pools of honey.

(They’re really pretty, you think.)

“Yeah,” Kenma slouches down a little bit more in his chair at the mention of his taller friend. “He’s kind of like my second mom… but not really. Always nagging me to do things.”

You laugh at his solemn, depressed answer. “It’s fun to have him around, though, right? He’s kind of funny sometimes-- the rest he’s annoying-- and he’s decently smart even though I’m pretty sure he’s got, what, three braincells.”

To your unprompted delight, Kenma laughs softly at you poking fun of Kuroo, and the conversation between you and him starts piling up into more, and more, and it all feels so short. You don’t even notice Kuroo coming back and hovering over the table.

“Eh? You and Kenma getting along without me? What a shame, you know. I really do get third-wheeled.” Kuroo lets out a wistful sigh akin to an old man and sits down, drinks in hand. “So, who’s ready to study?”

The third time you meet Kozume Kenma, it’s at your mall’s arcade.

You and your friends are playing one of those claw machines, trying to get that really cute Miku figurine and those adorable plushies, wasting all your coins on these sucker games like the dumb teenagers you are. But a glimpse of familiar, two-toned hair catches your eye.

“Hold on,” you tell your friends who’re still busy trying to get that stupidly gorgeous Sakura Miku figure. “I’m gonna be right back.”

You wander your way to the familiar head of hair, and gratefully, your instinct was right. “Kozume-san? What’re you doing here?”

Kenma practically jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around, eyes wide. “Oh. I just got lost from the team. You’re here too?”

“Mhm,” You smile, pointing at your screaming group of friends. “My friends and I are here just to chill out and have fun. You can hang with us if you want!”

He shakes his head, his hair gracefully framing his face. “Nah, I’m fine, thanks.. I’ll just hold out until Kuro sniffs me out or something.”

You furrow your brow- geez, this kid’s gonna get lost so fast-- and you gently clasp the phone he’s holding in his hand. “Can I give you my number? I’ll pick up immediately if you ever call, just give a ring.”

You fail to notice the surprise that flits over Kenma’s face, but he reluctantly hands you his phone and you tap in your number quickly. “See you around, Kozume-san. Don’t get into trouble.”

And Kenma smiles on his own accord, his face lighting up softly like a lamp under moonlight. “You too.”

The fourth time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s at your house working on an Japanese Lit assignment.

“Oh? Kozume-kun!” You’re pleasantly surprised when your teacher pairs the two of you up. “Nice to talk with you again.”

“Yeah, “ Kenma blinks a little awkwardly and he shyly grins, which you find even more stunning than it already is because he’s usually held up such a calm, unaffected facade. “Uh. So do you want to meet up at… your house for this? So we can do the project.”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave dismissively, beaming at him because this is your chance to get closer with him. “My little brother’s a nuisance, though, so he might bother us. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No problem.. you can text me the address, because… yeah.” You find it cute how Kenma doesn’t want to mention that the two of you have been texting a lot more lately, and the slightest blush tints his cheeks.

“Of course!”

Flash to your house, the two of you are on the floor, slaving over a giant posterboard with paint and art supplies scattered about.

“I hate making movie posters, it’s so tiring…” You groan out, trying to paint Yukio Mishima’s face with the utmost care. “And this book’s so creepy… why would we wanna make a poster of it? He commits seppuku!”

Kenma grins a little bit and he looks really cute, with his hair tied up in the back and his gaze focused on the painting at hand. “You’re so easily grossed out.”

“But he made it so detailed! You're immune ‘cause you play all those gross horror games.”

He laughs quietly, and you think you're going to heaven. “You couldn't even handle Ao Oni, stop.”

You scowl at the mention of Kenma’s dumb horror games. “He’s this weird deformed grape, okay?? It was kinda scary!”

The two of you end up nowhere near finishing your poster, and you collectively decide to put it off for maybe another day. The rest of your day is spent-- c-cuddling? (no hetero, you reassured Kenma, although you were thinking otherwise)-- and playing more horror games, much to your chagrin.

(But it gave you a reason to hug Kenma tighter.)

You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve met up with Kenma now. You’re in your second-year of high school now and your bond with him as only strengthened.

He invited you eventually to walk to school with him, along with Kuroo, and you find out that it was Kuroo’s coaxing to do so. But you’re still delighted that Kenma agreed on, what, the second time Kuroo nagged him about it?

You and Kenma have gotten fairly close. You’ve vented to him, cried to him, he’s shown his emotional side, too. You’ve even gotten a little closer to Nekoma’s god, Kuroo Tetsurou (to which your friends always complain about- “you can’t take all the cute guys for yourself”). But, in your opinion, the most important part is that you’ve been getting closer to Kozume Kenma, who you once thought would always just be the quiet classmate to you. Who would always be your unattainable, close-guarded crush.

"Kenma!” You yell out, rushing over to him with your backpack practically bouncing off of you with each step. “Wait up, would you?! How do you get out of class so quick??”

"I was waiting for you either way,” Kenma mumbles and hunches his shoulders together. “Do you wanna go to my house? I have new games and Kuroo won't be bothering us.”

“Can’t we get snacks first?” You know you sound a little bit whiny, but you’re hungry as fuck, and Kenma’s smiling either way.

“I guess.. you’re paying, though.”

“That isn’t fair at all!”

Eventually the two of you walk to your nearest 7/11 and get chips and snacks before leaving promptly, with you holding your chocolate milk and Kenma sipping apple juice. The walk to his house is full of conversation, Kenma equally engaged as you are. But as soon as you arrive at his front doorstep, the hollow noise of an empty apple juice box makes its appearance.

“You drink your juice too fast!” You tease Kenma lightly as he frowns, unlocking the door.

“You just drink too slow,” he replies and shoulders the door open. The two of you make your way inside and flop onto the couch, Kenma crouching near the TV to boot up his newest game. “Damn. I’m still thirsty, too.”

“Language, Kenma,” You chide him, throwing a pillow at him as soon as he sits down next to you on the couch. “And-” it takes every ounce of your willpower not to turn bright red. “-do you want some of my chocolate milk?”

The silence that follows is very short (probably only, what, a second or two?), but it feels like hours of painful quiet. Kenma blinks at you and the pink that dusts his ears becomes more and more prominent each second.

“Yeah… sure,” Kenma finally says and you beam so wide that you’re sure not even the sun could battle the brightness of your happiness right now. You hand him your nearly untouched chocolate milk and his fingers brush against yours as he takes it, sipping at it cautiously like he was afraid something would happen.

(Oh my god he’s so cute.. he looks so cute… he’s drinking my chocolate milk!! He’s so-)

“Oi, Kenma! My mom told me to pick up some tomatoes from y-” The door bursts open to reveal Kuroo Tetsurou.

You freeze, since Kuroo just witnessed you passing a chocolate milk box to Kenma and the latter sipping at the straw. Kenma kind of flushes, his mouth still wrapped around the plastic straw with chocolate milk halfway up.

“Eh? Sharing drinks now?” Kuroo tsks and shakes his head, a smirk gracing his stupidly arrogant face. “You know, you two could get mono. Or any other communicable diseases. Kinda risky, you know?”

“Kuroo, stop!” You’re wildly embarrassed to be caught in this not-so-platonic situation (in your opinion, at least), before Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh.

“You know, that’s an indirect kiss!”

“Didn’t I say stop?!”

“Ah, youth. Indirect kisses! You put your mouth on the straw, then he did. Romance at its finest!”

You know, deep inside, Kuroo just likes to rile you up, but you still bite the bait. “Kuroo, shut up, please??”

And Kenma speaks up for the first time during the whole banter. “Kuro, the tomatoes are on the kitchen table. Go.”

The Nekoma captain quirks an eyebrow before shrugging and heading towards the kitchen. “Thanks. Don’t do anything risky.”

“Kuroo!”

You and Kenma awkwardly glance at each other-- you note he’s still sipping your chocolate milk-- and eventually he stands off to ward Kuroo off (who keeps chuckling for no goddamn reason).

You two are alone again, and his burnt-gold eyes stare into yours.

“Did Kuro bother you?” His ears are still pinkish, but you notice that he’s still comfortable, although you can see a sheen of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Nah... “ You force your voice to stay level. “Why does he keep doing this?? God, he’s so annyoing sometimes… it isn’t like- it isn’t like we’re dating or anything.” God fucking damn stuttering.

Kenma’s eyes widen for a fraction of a millisecond, and you almost miss it, before he clears his throat. “Yeah. Not like that at all.. let’s just go back to playing.”

The atmosphere morphs into the usual, playful one that is held between the two of you, and you’re becoming proud of how much better Kenma is at redefining conversations and shifting the mood whereas in the beginning he would struggle in topic changes.

You’re so proud of him.

(And you’re kind of in love with him.)

You have a group chat with Kuroo and Kenma, unsurprisingly.

It’s, what, midnight on a school day, and the three of you are texting. Kuroo offers a game of ‘truth or dare’, and you accept out of sheer boredom. Plus, dares are so much easier to do online because you can fake nearly anything.

kuroo >:/: kenma truth or dare

kenma :): i’m not playing

YOU: yea you are !! ur not getting out of this

kenma :): fine

don’t say anything stupid though

kuroo >:/: so whats it gonna b???

Kenma takes a good ten seconds to respond.

kenma :): truth.

kuroo >:/: you got a crush on anyone?

YOU: oooh spicy

kenma :): kuro why

Your heart races a little bit at the comment.

YOU: oh? kenma i thought we were besties :(( why wouldnt u tell me

kenma :): it isn’t that….

kuro you already know why are you asking me that here

kuroo >:/: for my favorite kouhai [name]-chan

YOU: fuck off kuroo we all know im ur fav bc i pay for ur boba

kuroo >:/: fair

You get impatient with Kuroo’s mindless banter, so you end up texting Kenma privately.

YOU: so who is ur crush????

kenma :): why do you assume i have one

YOU: i mean….u wouldve denied it if u didnt have one?

He leaves you on seen for two minutes and you’re about to text him and complain but his reply shoots back.

kenma :): it’s you

And your heart doesn’t skip a beat. No, it just beats even faster.

The blood is rushing to your face, you can feel it, and a smile tugs at your face subconsciously. Your brain’s running a mile a minute, and you’re so outrageously shocked and unprepared that the aftermath of it all hits you just about a minute later.

(What if he’s lying? What if someone made him say that? What if-)

YOU: fr?

YOU: kenma dont mess w me

kenma :): i’m not

kenma :): you wanted to know so yeah. it’s you

kenma :): i like you and idk kuro says it’s “more than just like” and maybe he’s right

kenma :): see u at school tmr

YOU: WAIT KENMA COME BACK ???

You cute little rat, you seeth internally, happiness still radiating off of you. Is this a dream? Oh my god. Kozume Kenma likes me.

… Kozume Kenma feels the same way I feel about him.

The next day, you anxiously wait for Kenma at your doorstep. You even woke up early and had gotten ready as soon as you could, just so you could catch Kenma ASAP.

You slept surprisingly well, despite your anxiety from Kenma, and your body was filled with energy. You check your phone every two minutes, glancing at his ‘good morning text’ and praying for another one.

kenma :))): gm i’m still walking to school with u if you want… i’ll pass by your house just in case

YOU: oh!!!! yea id love to walk to school w u :))

Silence fills your ears as you anxiously pace back and forth from your doorstep to the curb of your neighborhood. You can’t help but worry as your gaze flits across every house, begging for a sign of Kenma.

(What if you’re too late, you realize in panic. What if your efforts weren’t enough?)

But then the sound of quiet-paced footsteps snaps you out, and you look up to see Kenma, standing in front of your house, an adorably shy expression painted across his face.

“Kenma!” You hate how your voice comes out kind of squeaky and high-pitched but you don’t care right now. You practically launch off of your doorstep and bound toward him, settling by his side.

He gives you a shy, adoring look but you can see the anxiety in his eyes as he points forward in the direction of Nekoma. “We can talk while walking, right?”

You smile breathlessly and your fingers brush against his. He smiles at you, and you notice the same pink dusting his ears like when he was sharing chocolate milk with you.

Two hands intertwine and the conversation begins.

You’re in your third year of college now, out on a “boys (and girl) night out”, as Kuroo deemed it.

Kenma’s got it well-made for him, striking good on his company to which you supported him through the entire time, and Kuroo’s on his way to be the scientist he’s always dreamed of being even as a nerdy-jock kid. He claims he’s practically a professional volleyball player, too, just on the side, but both you and Kenma know better.

You and Kenma have been dating ever since your second-year in high school. Which makes it just about… four-ish years now that you’ve been dating.

(Kuroo claims that in your first-year, you and Kenma were basically dating each other spiritually, but you pay him no mind.)

The three of you are out on the beach on an autumn day. It’s pretty empty, despite the warm evening sun that casts a golden shine on the sand and ocean, so you’re all making epic sandcastles in peace.

“We should make a moat,” Kuroo says, already digging out a ring around the lopsided sandcastle.

“We haven’t even finished the castle itself!” You protest, pushing him lightly as you use your other hand to pat down the base of the castle.

Kenma packs sand into a small bucket and delicately places it on top of the half-finished sand “castle” to make a tower. You find it cute how he’s the only one putting in decent effort, so you help him out by packing in another bucket of sand. “Kuro would be a terrible architect,” Kenma comments.

“You right, you right,” You sigh out while Kuroo squawks in protest. Kenma leans on you, out of instinct you think, and you kiss the top of his head gently. Kuroo covers his eyes and complains about his youth and young love before Kenma haphazardly bumps into you. Which leads to the sand castle collapsing.

“Ah- Kenma!” you cry out in panic, sweeping the sand together in a half-hearted attempt to piece it back into a cohesive castle. “Be careful!”

“No, look,” he says quietly, a small smile gracing his face.

“You worked so hard on the base too, to make it big and flat- oh?” You sit up a little bit when you see a small velvet box in the middle of the sand pile.

Kuroo gasps very loudly and you stare at Kenma in shock.

Oh my god. What’s happening, what’s happening, oh my god-

You slowly reach out for the box in the middle of the mess and take it delicately, brushing off the sand clinging to it. Your fingers pry it open with shaking fingers and you feel Kenma place his hand on your arm gently, his gorgeous honey eyes staring at you. The same honey eyes you fell in love with.

You're also in love with the gorgeous, sparkling amber ring that sits in the middle of the cushioned box.

“[Name]. I want to be married. To you. Will you marry me?” Kenma’s voice is soft and sweet but you know with the convincing sureness in his voice that he’s been practicing this line for at least a month and he’s become confident in it.

You start crying immediately (god damn it, you think to yourself) your heart blooming with joy and your entire body feels like it’s about to explode of pure happiness.

You kiss him, full on the lips with tears streaming down your face and he kisses back, his arms wrapping around you and you realize he’s crying too. With the possibly happiest voice you’ve ever used in your life, you cry out, “Of course I will!” on the beach with Kuroo clapping in the background.

Two years later on that beach, you two become the happiest couple on Earth.

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[WALKTHROUGH + REVIEW] Her Love in the Force: Ayumu Shinonome: S3 Love’s Battlefield + His PoV

Honestly, I think this route is one that I went into almost completely blind. With some other routes (particularly Ishigami’s and Soma’s), I kind of had expectations going in. But with this one, I basically had no idea what was going to happen.

Ayumu’s Love’s Battlefield is another example of how the quality of Her Love in the Force just keeps improving. I have been so impressed by every single route that’s come out this season in particular. It was heartwrenching and frustrating and some things are still unresolved, but I’m excited for the future. Ayumu’s routes have a knack of setting up the premise for the next part so well that I’m just left impatient for the second half of the season.

With the walkthrough, please bear in mind that there is no good-happy ending meter in this route for some reason so I’m not sure if all answers will take you to the Happy Ending, but these are the answers I chose that brought me to the HE.

Walkthrough:

Ep 1: "His sharp tongue." "That's not the plan."

Ep 2: "I miss fried shrimp." "Kaga trusts you."

Ep 3: "Is that sarcasm?" Explain

Ep 4: Stay silent. "I meant it."

Ep 5: "What's your name?" Abstain.

Ep 6: "Move, please." (gives all options) Don't check.

Ep 7: It's Ayumu. Hug him. (one of the potential options is give him the finger? lol?)

Ep 8: "I prefer black tigers." "No thanks."

Ep 9: Don't answer. "It's panties."

I don’t have much else to say in terms of expectations or even as an intro, so click on through to read my thoughts about this route and his PoV, character and relationship development, my analysis on Ayumu and his MC’s dynamic vs her dynamic with Tsugaru, and my screenshot of the GREATEST BACKGROUND that Voltage has ever gifted us. Here, I have basically tried to keep major plot details to a minimum but beware of minor spoilers.

Reality:

Ayumu is the person who had maintained strict boundaries the whole time during her time in the academy, so naturally it makes sense that he’s the one who finds it the hardest to detach from these roles and the dynamics that it causes. This is expressed beautifully in his PoV, which I highly enjoyed and definitely recommend. I’ve been thinking that with this new season in particular, the PoVs don’t cover all the key moments in the MS, but rather they complement them with new scenes that really wonderfully paint a broader picture of these two sides to the relationships. Despite the fact that he doesn’t quite yet know how to break away from these roles, Ayumu’s relationship with his MC changes a lot outside of the Academy. He’s a lot more open about wanting to help her. His hints to her are so obvious that even she gets it. I never imagined we would ever hear our favourite sour patch kid Ayumu straight up say “I’d do whatever it is she wanted if only she’d say something to me”?! Three times over, he practically begs her to open up to him and let him help her, and she’s the one pulling away and keeping secrets this time. I understood why she did it but dear God, I felt so frustrated for Ayumu.

This route is full of super heartwarming scenes where you can feel just how much Ayumu cares about supporting his MC, to the point where he almost breaks rank just to set her up in a good position. Ayumu is someone who, before now, hadn’t yet challenged the bureaucracy of the National Police Agency (unlike Kaga and Soma) and barely even ever goes against the orders of his own boss Kaga, but this route places him in a position where he almost commits insubordination for his MC. I love that we first get to see him deal with things when he acts out in a frustrated way, and then again when he’s calmed down and had a think, and that leads to that scene in the park in episode 7, which is one of my favourite scenes in the whole route. His PoV is (naturally) more enjoyable for seeing his own anxieties and frustrations about the situation. This route reminded me again that Ayumu is totally a one-woman man, and when he falls in love, he falls so hard.

Something that I find interesting and different about this route is thinking about Ayumu’s position now that they are both working in the same division. Ayumu is someone who has spent two whole years watching his MC and setting up the chess board for her behind the scenes so she can make the most of her abilities and execute the perfect checkmate. But now that he doesn’t have the position or ability to set the board up for her, we get to see his frustration at wanting so desperately to help and yet being unable to do anything. At the academy, he had a position of authority as a special instructor. But at HQ, he’s just another lieutenant. Sure, he’s a genius and a specialist unlike anyone else, but ranking-wise, he’s in the same position as Goto or even Kurosawa. That’s something that you also feel with Goto’s route – the inability to affect change in the same way that they could within the setting of the academy. In this new context, Ayumu isn’t like Kaga or Ishigami, who can stand on their own against Tsugaru. Soma too has a higher rank so the issue of power and bureaucracy isn’t something that needs to be explored as much (and also he’s kind of a wild card even within Ishigami’s team and has always done his own thing, including a lot of independent investigations, which is why in his route the main dynamic between Team Tsugaru and Soma is Tsugaru getting Momo and MC to spy on Soma).

I saw a couple of comments about how awful Tsugaru is in this route and one on hand I do think that he is a lot more fun to the MC in other people’s routes (mostly Ishigami’s, then Goto’s, then Kaga’s), but on the other I think that if you hate him here, you’re gonna despise him in his own route. I’ve said it a couple times here and there, but I really feel like the version of Tsugaru in Ayumu’s route is the closest to his true personality. Tsugaru’s own profile calls him the worst boss and the most malicious person. Even Momo calls him 天邪鬼, basically calling him someone who messes with people just for shits and giggles (the term used for a demon who is deliberately contrarian). If you don’t like how little Tsugaru respects the MC in this route, oh boy you are gonna be in for a ride when you see how he treats her in his own. There’s a reason she comes to loathe that smile of his. Weirdly enough, in the Good End, the Tsugaru Squad dynamics seem to get to about the same level as they are in the other routes. There’s even a cute scene in the Good End where Momose actually kind of attempts to console the MC when Misato screams at her, and the Special Story from the Ending Set also shows them interacting in about the same way as they do in other LIs’ routes, with the three of them working as a team. I wish there was more sense of development in terms of building that team relationship (and I will expand on this later too).

I don’t know if any of you have watched Agents of SHIELD but this need-to-know basis (and feeling like there are clearance levels for information) thing gave me severe AoS vibes. At the same time, you do understand why an institution such as Public Safety would need to isolate information, for security purposes. It would be no good to have someone, especially a rash new detective, get caught and tortured and spill all the beans, right? And the thing is, this need-to-know thing is not new to Ayumu’s MC at all. You only have to look at his Sequel and Graduation routes to see her being left in the dark by Ayumu himself in two consecutive seasons. The big difference here is that whenever Ayumu acts, he always keeps her abilities and strengths in mind, with the plan always taking advantage of the things only she can do (such as having an eidetic memory). So she doesn’t need to follow instructions (although he always leaves her clues), but the plan is already designed to work with her usual attack patterns and abilities. With Tsugaru, however, they don’t know each other. She doesn’t know how Tsugaru thinks (nor does anyone except Momo), and while Tsugaru may know what she thinks, he probably sees her as volatile and unpredictable. If she were working under Ayumu in this case, he may have taken into account the fact that his MC might have tried to accost Misato’s assailers in the basement, but Tsugaru (rightfully, tbh) expects people to trust him and follow his orders since he always has a reason for doing the things he does, even when no one (except Momo) understands what they are.

I’ve previously touched on my opinion that Soma is probably the closest OG character to Tsugaru, which I’ll expand on here too. Actually, let me rectify that statement: Tsugaru is probably the most similar to Soma and Kurosawa – I would say his character maybe sits in the middle of their personalities. The common factor here is not just their enigmaticness, but the way they keep a friendly mask on while they use people as tools without remorse while keeping their plans hidden, or only understood by a select few people who get it without words (which is actually similar to how Kaga does things too). This is why he needs a Momo 2.0, to be able to have a similar sense of foresight and understand why they need to enact certain plans. He needs more pawns like Momo, who allow themselves to be used because they understand the bigger picture, even if, on the surface, the steps towards justice seem unethical. And sometimes they really may be unethical, but this is Public Safety so what do you expect lol.

So even though it’s totally legitimate to complain about Tsugaru in this route, it was necessary for him to be like this in order to demonstrate the shifting dynamic between Ayumu/MC and MC/her new superior in a new context. It’s important to note that both Ayumu and Tsugaru start out by giving the MC seemingly inane errands to do. Because she’s gotten used to the idea that all the small, seemingly useless things that Ayumu makes her do are for her own developmental benefit, she expects the same of Tsugaru. But frankly, Tsugaru doesn’t have the time to do stuff like this. He’s a captain, she’s a working detective, and she needs to start being responsible for her own growth, so when she finally gets it into her head that he isn’t going out of his way for her, she becomes despondent first and then insistent on doing things her own way.

What then happens is an obvious lack of trust between senior/junior between Tsugaru and MC. It’s something that we see her gradually develop over her years at the academy, but she hasn’t yet learnt to rely and trust on people other than Shinonome when they aren’t tailoring everything behind the scenes for her benefit because this is what he has always done. It isn’t said explicitly but this is what he (and Kaga and Tsugaru [and Namba lol?]) are talking about in His PoV when they talk about smothering bunnies, especially when they are in a new family. Because Ayumu has always gone above and beyond to pave the way for her to follow her own sense of justice and still have everything work out, she hasn’t yet learnt to develop trust in other people’s senses of foresight and that acting independently according to her own sense of justice isn’t always the right thing to do, especially when the plan isn’t set up for her sake. Ayumu sets everything up for her because that’s the way he shows his care for her as his mentee and then girlfriend (and we LOVE that about him!), but Tsugaru has no reason to do so at all.

The MC in this route was different. To be honest, I got flashbacks to Kaga’s first season routes, especially when she was just gonna pack up and go back to Nagano. It’s quite a different reaction from Ishigami and Soma’s MCs, who just naturally hone in on work and basically become workaholics when faced with adversity and heartbreak. If Ishigami’s MC’s defining trait is being a workaholic, Goto’s is sweetness , Soma’s is actually being able to do her job well without messing up dependence, Kaga’s is insecurity, and Shinonome’s is how chipper she is. Obviously this is an extreme dilution of her character (and I could write a whole piece just on her characterisation) and she embodies all of those traits listed above and more. But more than anyone else, Ayumu’s MC is the most upbeat and stubbornly optimistic, so seeing a more insecure and pessimistic side of her definitely felt different and a bit odd. In the past, even when she’s een down, she continues to just do her job. The reason why she gave me Kaga S1 MC vibes is because of that insecurity and pessimism. Kaga’s MC is someone who was initially prone to giving up because her sense of morals and justice does not align with what Kaga is willing to do for Public Safety. You get a sense of that with Soma’s MC at the beginning as well, but Soma is gentle enough on the surface and just encouraging enough at the right moments that she doesn’t give up. The relationship between Kaga and his MC at the beginning is similar to the relationship between Tsugaru and Ayumu’s MC in this route, since Kaga is also someone who acts on his intuition and expects others to be able to understand him without a single explanation.

In this route, the MC starts to break away from Ayumu’s protection and act on her own. This is well and good, but what I would have liked to see is her starting to be able to work with her team and prove herself as someone who is compatible with them and not just capable as an independent agent. I loved the silly Eiji cameo (with his yamato nadeshiko tshirt, naturally) but I think that sense of development could have been built up a bit more had she been able to work with Momose. And no I am not just saying this because I love the concept of bodyguard Momo lol, but because then we would get to see her demonstrate her individual capabilities and slowly earn Momo’s trust and respect (and by proxy, Tsugaru’s, since Momo is his dog). We know she is more than capable in terms of technique. In the Happy Ending, Tsugaru even acknowledges that he knows that MC’s specialty is hacking without being traced, so I kind of wish that they had let MC prove her abilities individually but also learn how to work in a new team that does things a different way. Essentially, I want her to get to a point where she can adapt to working under difficult people in the same way that Kaga’s MC understands exactly what he needs even if he just says “file”, or know what his strategy is with one clue, or know what she needs to do when he says the word “jailer” a particular way even when he’s pretending to sell her off to a rich millionaire.

(Once I saw the name Mr Hattori I was like.... this is a ninja name... it could only be ONE PERSON)

Personally, I think that in the Happy End scene where MC and Tsugaru are talking, what Tsugaru wanted to hear from MC was an apology not just for acting on her own but for not trusting him and just running off and doing her own thing. A big part of this route was about MC needing to prove the academy’s, Shinonome’s, and her own worth to Tsugaru and I don’t feel like this was necessarily successful, since the one thing she should have been able to demonstrate to earn Tsugaru’s acknowledgement is that she can adapt and make herself useful to him. Anyway, in the next part of the season, I really hope we get to see her begin to learn how to work in a new team. The unity between the three of them that we see in Goto’s route is incredible, and we even see the moments in Goto’s and Soma’s routes where Momo comes to respect her abilities. I think the best way to show off Ayumu’s effect on her life and value as an academy instructor would be to show off the techniques that he specifically taught her in order to help Team Tsugaru and prove her place on their squad as an IT specialist, instead of acting on her own.

On a personal note, I also just really wanted more Momose. We’ve seen in other routes (particularly Soma’s) how kind he actually is and how much he cares. In Soma’s route, he even defies Tsugaru to support you. One of my favourite parts about the SS3 routes is seeing Momo gradually warm up to you. I’ve mentioned the little bit in the Good Ending, but it would have been nice if there were a few more subtle moments like that to show how the MC starts to prove herself to her team.

I don’t want to spoil too much about the plot, so I will say that HLITF always knows how to write a compelling mystery, and I enjoyed that they kept us in suspense even when MC cracked the case so as to preserve the element of surprise. I also enjoyed the last couple chapters as well, and what happens just when you think everything is sorted… Of all of the SS3 routes, Shinonome’s sets up the most clearly not only for his Episode 0, but also for the second half of the season.

I did find the pacing a bit odd and not as tight as Soma’s, Goto’s, or Kaga’s (Ishigami’s was……. Wild……) but it wasn’t too confusing to follow, although I would struggle if I had to draw out a timeline since there are so many small ups and downs that it’s hard to pinpoint a specific narrative structure with clearly defined acts.

Aside from that, there were so many little moments I loved. The dinosaur planetarium date, MC being thirsty for Ayumu so many times (what’s new), MOMOSE IN A VINTAGE ROARING TIGER SUKAJAN AND SUPREME T-SHIRT LIKE THE ABSOLUTE HYPEBEAST HE IS, Ayumu’s desperation during the climax, and that one line where she says “Ow! That hoppity hurts, kids!” Let me know what little details you most enjoyed about the route too!

Edit: Can’t believe I forgot to mention this but that ONE SCENE WHERE HE’S ALL EXHAUSTED LIKE “BUY.... ME.... NECTAR” AND SOMA IS JUST STANDING THERE LIKE “WHAT NECTAR DO YOU WANT ME TO BUY FOR YOU” LMALSDKFSLSFDK LIKE AYUMU JUST ACCIDENTALLY ASKED HIS SUPERIOR TO RUN A PEACH NECTAR ERRAND.

The CGs were stunning too – I have absolutely nothing bad to say about them. The kabedon CG and the Happy Ending CG are my favourites in particular.

The appearance of the RMD doctors is definitely… gratuitous lol but I didn’t mind it. I thought they would at least play a bigger role (with maybe Sen in paediatrics at least). I so desperately wanted MC to acknowledge that Sen seems really similar to Ayumu?! But the appearance of the RMD MC in Ayumu’s PoV was even more gratuitous and I HATED IT LOL!!

I wondered if the translation and coding of this route was maybe a bit of a rush job? Or at least affected by the work from home situation. Firstly, there was no good – happy ending meter, which in one sense was quite nice because I got to read the whole thing in one go and just pick the options I thought would work without worrying about the meter not going up. It reminded me of old school Voltage games. Secondly, in episode 6, there’s an error with the option selection during the CG scene. If you select the first option (“Move, please”), it actually gives you the dialogue for all three options one after the other. Thirdly, in the Happy Ending chapter, after the HE end card goes up, there’s an extra scene which is actually a few slides from the ending of the Good End (re: Naru). I’m not sure if this is an error or just needed to give the context to set up for the second half of the season. In his PoV, they also left in a card from the JP version, which is delightfully, painfully heartwrenching to read but was left untranslated.

In Kaga’s, Ishigami’s and Soma’s routes, my heart hurt for their MCs. But in this route, my heart ached the most for Ayumu. I honestly feel that Ayumu’s Love’s Battlefield gave him more character development than his MC, which… I don’t mind, actually. This route was delightfully frustrating to read, actually made me cry once (but not as much as Ishigami’s or Soma’s; the latter made me have to take a break to sob for a good while), and also really hyped me up for his Love’s Trial route (愛の試練編). The special story in the ending set is WONDERFUL and I would highly recommend getting it if you can (although I’m still mad that we need to purchase these stories instead of getting them as a bonus for unlocking both endings like it used to be in the standalone app). Finally, it gave us this absolute gem of a background. Even if the route had been complete trash, it would have all been okay because of this one background.

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a nightmare or two can’t keep me from you (part two)

aos!leonard mccoy x female!reader, who’s a nurse on the starship enterprise.

word count: 4351

rating: mature, for nightmares and hurt/comfort

part three of more than a game, you and me.

After giving you some much-needed support (and a lot of love), it’s time for you to return the favor.

The rest of the day was spent in the same fashion. Dozing, waking up. Leonard was always close, at the very least in the room. Most of the time, when you woke up after your hour-long-naps he was napping himself, or close enough that when your eyes opened his fingers were immediately in your hair, running through it, catching in the kinks.

And… no nightmares.

No matter how many times you fell asleep, or woke up, or lingered in bed, there were no terrors that jolted you awake. Nothing that scared the shit out of you enough to settle into your subconscious.

Just sleep. Sleep and Leonard and a lazy day, culminating in your fingers grazing over his scar, staring at the place where his wounds had been. You were straddling his hips, and the whole time he just stared up at you, blinking a few times as you lingered over the spot.

“I have nightmares about it, too,” he told you, and your eyes flickered up from his abdomen. It was a slow crawl up his body, up from the jut of his hips and along the faint scarring that remained. Eventually, your eyes met his, and the corners of his lips quirked up with amusement, before his signature furrowed brow appeared.

“The pain was a good chunk of ‘em. The burning of the stomach wound, my leg, of course, but. More than anything it’s the fear.” His voice was tight, and you realized with a start the shine of his eyes wasn’t from the gentle glow of the lights above head. “The fear of… that whole moment. It gets broken down, and I see… you, and I see Jim, and the whole damn crew mournin’ me. Sometimes you’re not – sometimes I see your anger, the way we left things off and the only thing left of us is silence. I see my body. Left behind. Shot into space. Whatever.”

His breath caught, and before you thought about it your hands were cupping his face, stroking over the hint of scruff from his day lounging with you, thumbs over his cheeks.

“But when I wake up, I think about you, and… the fact that right now, we’ve got each other. And though the nightmares don’t stop, they started fadin’, and now. In between there’s so much good that the bad doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Leonard,” you got out, and a warm hand moved to settle on your hips calloused fingers against your skin. They settled under the sweatshirt you wore, stroking back and forth.

“Y/N, I know it’s – I know there’s a lot in that brilliant brain of yours, but. Know that whatever’s fillin’ it, whatever you’re thinkin’ about? I want to listen.” His voice was fierce, and when your thumb moved against his cheek again, his free hand reached for it, gripping it tight. “You can trust me. Okay?”

And when you nodded, falling forward to rest your head against his chest, you believed him.

Eventually, the next day came, which gave you both plenty to think about, and after a full 36 hours in Leonard’s quarters with him, plenty of sudden alone time.

Your nightmares had scared you. That’s why you hadn’t said anything, not really. It’d been a few months since the incident had even happened, and you felt like you had no right to have nightmares about something that hadn’t been your problem. It was Leonard’s trauma. It was Leonard’s horror story.

Add onto the fact that the two of you had been, well, thriving. The two of you were truly partners, now, with pseudo-dates on observation decks and the dining hall as well as nights in. Nights with nightmares were the low point, among so many highs.

And so you had gone to shifts, exhausted, but pushing through. Until the end hadn’t come. No matter what you tried, no matter how long or how deep or how well you were determined to sleep… all you saw was Leonard dying.

Over. And over. And over.

And so your hands started shaking, your eyes could barely stay open, which led to Christine finding out, which led to Leonard finding out about it, something you specifically hadn’t wanted to happen.

But what had Leonard done? Nothing but gentleness, support, and the best head massages you’d ever gotten.

And love. There was that, too.

When you arrived back in your quarters, it was for fresh clothes that weren’t wrinkled from being on Leonard’s floor. But when you got there, the sight of your own bed made your stomach churn. Perfectly made, undisturbed, but the thought of sleeping there was… more than unappealing.

For one thing, the last time you’d slept in that bed, you’d had a nightmare. For another… you wouldn’t wake up next to Leonard. And that was enough to have your heart pound.

“Oh, god,” you said with a groan. “I’m in love with the man.”

In love. You were in love with him. The kind of distinction that middle schooler would make, but it was the only one that made sense, the only one that accounted for the feeling of dread of being back to bed alone. It was more than the loss of touch, more than the need for sex or affection. It was… something bigger.

You weren’t clingy, either. No matter how short the time felt between that first time in the sickbay and now, you just knew. It was love.

No one else could get to you like he could. Not Christine or anyone else on that damn starship. He pushed your buttons. He made you laugh. He fucked you until your thighs shook. He hugged you so tight you couldn’t think about anything else, and he kissed you until you were breathless. He scowled and snapped and smiled and smirked and all you were helpless to it.

You couldn’t imagine your life without him.

You wouldn’t. You refused to.

With a soft sigh, you looked around the place, the quarters you called your own, and with a shake of your head you moved to the bed, sitting down with heavy sigh.

Well. If Leonard wanted to know what was inside that head of yours… he’d get it.

Of course, trying to figure out the perfect time to say it didn’t come easily. Or really, come at all.

The next few days were a shitshow, prepping. Docking at a station, there was a required Federation inspections and resupply of the ship over a week, nothing more than a pit stop that left the whole crew scrambling to look good. You and Leonard didn’t do much together, couldn’t do much. Everyone had their jobs to do and while the Enterprise was a fantastic vessel, there was a lot that Captain Kirk let his crew do simply because he trusted each of them to do whatever they needed in order to work effectively and efficiently. So, you saw each other occasionally, kissed in hallways or when you took lunches and dinners, offered lone smiles across the biobed, but by the time the day ended exhaustion barely covered it.

You did end up staying in his room, though. More often than not, the two of you ended up walking towards the same quarters, his hand on the small of your back. It became a routine in the madness, and your nightmares faded with the close proximity, the feeling of him holding you from behind as you slept. (You still argued you didn’t snore, but you refused to listen or watch any computer evidence that would prove otherwise.)

That morning, when inspections began, still too damn early, your hands were holding two cups of coffee when you walked into the sickbay, and Leonard was there yelling at three men in gray uniforms who looked like they were about to piss themselves.

“You idiots know what sterile means? It means that if you touch it, it’s useless to me!” he snapped, his jaw clenched as he got up in the faces of the one closest to the front.

“It – it was an accident, the box just dropped.” One of them stammered it out, but Leonard just scoffed, shaking his head.

“If the plastic snaps,” he sounded out, slowly, grinding his teeth, “it is exposed to the environment and I cannot and will not treat patients with it!”

His voice echoed off of the place, and everyone seemed to be staring – the other nurses, some others in blue who were helping unloading. Everything was at a standstill, except Leonard. One hand on his hip, one gesturing up to the sky in disbelief before it dropped to his side.

The whole scene gave you a small smile, and slowly you sidled up to him, offering one of the cups of coffee, watching him until he reached for it. When he did, you looked at the grey uniforms, smiling gently at them and reaching to direct the towards the door. “I think we got it from here, boys. Thanks for your help.”

They filed out, and you slowly watched them go. When you turned back to the room, everyone seemed to have settled on their tasks, the blue shirts taking over stocking the shelves, the nurses smiling to themselves as you walked to the CMO. Leonard just stood there, nursing the coffee, and you reached up to place a hand on his arm.

“Why don’t we take a walk?”

The two of you moved out of the sickbay, walking a little way down the hall so that no one in the sick bay could overhear. The hallways were busy, but most people had their own problems, leaving the two of you somewhat private.

“Leonard, it’s the first day of a long week,” you murmured to him, stroking his arm up and down. “Don’t you think making a few guys just trying to do their jobs shit themselves is a little overkill?”

His lips quirked up a little bit, but when he looked at you there was still tension in his features, in the way he held his shoulders. “I hate these days,” he muttered, and you reached up to cup his cheek with your hand. “Makes me feel like a med student all over again.”

“But you’re not,” you whispered, and you glanced around before leaning up to cup his cheek, something more than the two of you were used to doing in public. Even though everyone knew about you guys, you still wanted to keep it on the downlow, especially at work. “You’re the chief medical officer of the starship Enterprise, the best damn ship in any system. No one doubts you. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. Okay?”

If you squinted, you thought you could make out the faintest hints of a blush, maybe from the praise, maybe from the kiss in public. But, either way, he kissed you back, gently on the lips, before pulling back and gently tapping your nose with his index finger.

You could say it. Right then and there, while your lips still hummed with the contact. While you stared up at him, your gaze meeting his. His face had gone stoic again, but you could see that his guard was back down.

You could just say it.

“Don’t go too far, Y/N,” he said, before turning back towards the sickbay.

You were shocked into a scoff, the moment lost, the instant gone. “You do know I work with you, right?”

He waved over his shoulder, and when he turned the corner you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, thinking about how many more times you would blow it.

The week continued. Every day, grey uniforms blurred together and a couple of admirals came aboard, led by Captain Kirk and Commander Spock through the space floor by floor. There didn’t seem to be any reason to worry about citations, Scotty had told you, after his deck had been scrubbed over.

“Everything was clean as a whistle,” he bragged, pulling his shoulders back, leaning back in his chair. “A couple of them commented on my adjustments to the warp engines, but I just informed them that with these tactics the Enterprise would be flying faster than any ship in the whole system.”

“Yeah, well, we get them up in Medical tomorrow,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your meal was done, barely touched as you felt your knee bounce up and down. “Leonard’s just been inching closer and closer to the breaking point since this week started. Not much I can do to calm him down when he gets riled up besides just let him breathe.”

“Well, I get it!” Scotty stood from his chair with a start, reaching up to scratch at his head before grabbing his plate. The hall was clearing out of the last rotation, a new flood of crew ready for chow coming in. “I mean, the Enterprise is my lady, y’know? If someone came down and told me I was doing a bad job with her? I’d be devastated. I’m sure Dr. McCoy is feeling the same way.”

“Yeah, and extremely, extremely stressed,” you sighed. You pushed around the food a little bit more, but eventually just stood with him, walking towards disposal. “I’m just ready for the stress of this all to go away.”

“Aw, don’t worry, lass,” Scotty said with a smirk, taking your plate from you. “I think you’ll all be just fine. Just give it time, be there for him. It’ll work out the way it’s supposed to.”

The bed jerked suddenly, making your eyes flutter open as the blankets you had tangled around you pulled at your skin. You managed a groan of complaint, but the sharp words that almost left you got caught in your throat when you saw the man next to you was sitting up straight.

“Leonard,” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes, the daze from sleep leaving you when you realized that he was panting, breathing so fast you could barely count them. “Whoa, whoa, Leonard, what’s going on?”

“Y/N,” he mumbled, and his hands reached up to rub at his eyes. Both of them, at once, frantically wiping away what they could before he turned to look at you. His gaze was… bleary, like he was barely seeing you, and your hands reached out to him before you could think.

“Leonard, it’s me,” you whispered. His gaze didn’t meet your eyes, just slowly moved back to his hands, which had fallen to his lap. You reached to grab one, interlocking your fingers, and the man just shuddered, his free hand once again lifting to rub at his eyes.

“You’re… you’re here?” he asked, voice trembling, and you immediately moved to your knees, edging closer so that you could wrap your arms around his back. Skin to skin, your free hand rubbing circles on his arm. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, Leonard,” you whispered, pressing kisses to his cheek, his hairline. “I’m here.” Slowly, your fingers trailed over his shoulder, before squeezing his arm. “You want to talk about it?”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you waited, watching. His eyes squeezed shut with the memories, but as your fingers kept moving over his skin his tension leaked out of him, exhaustion taking over. His shoulder dropped from their defensive position, and his eyes lifted again to look at you.

“It was… it was the ambush,” he whispered. “But. But you were down there. Instead of me.”

Your throat closed up, and you bit your lower lip so you didn’t make a sound, just kept rubbing his shoulder and moved to let your fingers run over his back, slow circles doing their best to press on.

“It was like it was on-screen,” he murmured. “On the bridge. Watching you. Watching you get hurt, and… and fall to the ground. And I was on the ship, and Jim down there with you, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t do a damn thing. I was stuck in fuckin’ space, while you –“ His voice couldn’t go on anymore, and you were glad for that mercy, letting your embrace around him tighten into a hug, your lips pressing firm kisses into his hair.

There was silence. There had to be. Your grip didn’t lessen, and his breaths came out ragged, and the two of you held there, for that moment, fearful. Pained. Mourning, almost.

But slowly, steadily, you moved back to sit, cross-legged on the bed, and ever so gently your fingers moved to his hair, combing through it, smoothing it back. The movement made his eyelids droop, and your hands slowly brought him to your lap, letting his head rest there, on your thigh.

“Leonard,” you whispered, when the quiet was too much, or rather, just enough. “I love you, you know that? And you… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His silence was deafening, but you forced yourself to push on, fingers continually pushing through his hair, eyes turning down to watch as a hand of his rested on your knee.

“I love you. I love everything about you. I love your highs and your lows, I love your gentle hands and your incredible hair and your little smirk you get when I do something that makes you want to kiss me. I love your voice and your head massages and… and everything. I love you. And… and god, no matter what happens to me? To us. It’ll always be worth it. Knowing I met you, and get to love you.”

A short gasp left him, and you felt something wet trickle down your thigh, but you didn’t think, just tilted his head until he could look at you, and your eyes could meet. A hand lifted, a thumb reaching down to wipe his cheek, push the tears away.

“I’m alive, Leonard,” you reminded him. Urged him, as you leaned down to kiss his temple. “I’m here. And I’m gonna be here, all right? Unless they drag me off of this damn ship.”

His eyes widened a bit, but before he could stop himself, he nodded. Quick dip of his chin. And you leaned down to kiss him, both hands on his cheeks, before he could think anything more of you being gone.

“Sleep, darlin’,” you whispered, adding a bit of a tinge of a drawl to pull a hint of a smile from him. “And I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The next morning, when Leonard woke up to his alarm, you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom. You knew he was awake when you heard his groan, signature to his favorite pastime – opening his eyes before 7:00 AM.

You poked your head out of the bathroom to look at him, quickly finishing up and spitting out the suds, rinsing your mouth. Your mind briefly turned to the night before, your eyes closing as you thought about what you said, how much you meant it. But Leonard didn’t deserve doubts now. You meant every word, and… well. You’d let it stand.

You poked your head out of the bathroom to check on him, before wiping your face and moving to the bed. His face was still down in the pillow, and you smiled gently before reaching to turn off the alarm.

“Hey, Leonard,” you whispered. “I know it’s shitty, but. It’s time to go to work.”

His response was another groan, but it was more questioning than pure complaint. You smiled, before leaning down to kiss his neck, down his back, on some of your favorite freckles.

“You know it’s time to get up,” you told him, a hand reaching to ruffle his hair before you stood up again. One of your uniforms was hanging in his closet, and you moved to get it, reaching to pull your sleepshirt over your head.

As you tossed your shirt side you couldn’t help but shiver, and you heard Leonard shifting in the bed. “And a view like that is supposed to help me get out of bed?” His voice was low, roughened, and you smiled, but didn’t turn around, instead reaching for your uniform and walking towards the bed.

“Don’t tease me, doctor,” you said, one hand on your hips, the other holding the hanger. You watched his eyes scan you, watched them linger over your breasts and trace your form downwards before flicking back up to meet your eyes. “Big day today, no time for it.”

“Who says I need to tease?” he asked, voice nonchalant. He sat up, reaching for you, and with a sigh you moved towards him, trying to repress a smile and failing miserably as he pulled you into his lap.

“It’s half the fun, my favorite chief medical officer,” you pointed out, and his groan this time was pressed into your skin, lips trailing over your collarbone down between your breasts, but you let out a small ‘tsk,’ gently untangling yourself even as your skin erupted into goosebumps. “And we don’t have time for fun. We have work to do today.”

And he knew that. He did. But you watched as he instead leaned down to kiss your skin again, right over your heart.

His eyes glanced back up at you, and this time you didn’t let him press against you, brow furrowing as a hand reached for his chin, tilted his gaze upward.

“Hey,” you whispered. “You all right?”

For a moment, you saw a flicker of what you saw last night – the fear settling like a shadow across his features, his tight swallow more signature than anything you’d seen before. With a small smile, you leaned down to peck his lips, before pulling him into a hug.

Just a hug, nothing more, but nothing less. For a moment he didn’t reciprocate it, but then you felt his arms move to wrap around you, fingers digging into your back as he took a moment to breathe.

“I’m here,” you told him again, urged him to hear. “I told you I would be.”

“I know, Y/N, I know,” he whispered. “I just. I’m glad to see it. See you.”

Your throat closed up, but you just nodded, and even though the minutes were ticking down, you both soaked up the touch. Needing it. Craving it.

Of course, the day had to continue. The two of you dressed without any fun to be had, even though when the emotion settled, he was sure to give you a few more once-overs anytime you glanced over to him.

“It’s my uniform,” you scoffed, sliding your shoes on with an eye roll.

“And you wear it incredibly well,” he argued, raising a brow. “Don’t tell me you don’t know it, either.”

“Oh, I do,” you laughed, standing up and smoothing down the white skirt, moving over to kiss him on the cheek before moving to the bathroom to do your hair.

In the end, the med bay of the starship Enterprise passed with flying colors. Leonard (and Christine, the recently promoted Head Nurse of the vessel) wouldn’t have settled for anything less, and the admiral who conducted the look shook his hand with such vigor that you knew a couple of people would be getting firm commendations. As soon as the admiral left, of course, everyone let out a deep sigh of relief, and Christine and Leonard both agreed that the whole team deserved a day off.

“We’re docked right now, aren’t we?” he pointed out. “If anyone has a problem, they can go to the med bay on the station. Dismissed… and good work.”

It was the highest compliment, to be sure, and eventually, everyone had filed out, with only you and Leonard lingering behind. And as soon as Christine left, with a handshake and a hug between the two of you, you rushed forward to wrap the doctor in a tight hug. He reciprocated firmly, almost collapsing into you, but you held him up, fingers curling into his blue shirt.

“I’m proud of you, okay?” you whispered when you pulled back, both hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. “I’m so, so proud.”

Leonard’s eyes closed, tightly, and he leaned into your fingers, turning his face to kiss your palm. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Without the whole team, you know that.”

“I know,” you agreed, before pulling your hand away to gently stroke his forehead, pushing his hair back. “And don’t you forget it. But you deserve a little bit of a credit, too.”

“A little bit.” Leonard’s smirk showed up, turned into a smile as he reached up to grab your hand, holding it in both of his, squeezing it. “And now, I think I deserve a bit of a nap. You mind if Dr. M’Benga takes over the rest of my shift?”

“You’re asking me if I mind?” you laughed, shaking your head. “I think you deserve sleep just as much as you deserve credit. A lot more.” With a smile, you let go of his hand, a final squeeze as you turned to the desk. “Go sleep. I’ll handle the cleanup, Christine can work with M’Benga to finish out the day.”

“Y/N.”

You turned back to face him, blindsided by the way he grabbed you. Firm around the waist, spinning you towards him so he could kiss you. It was dramatic, romantic – whatever it was, it made your eyes widen in shock before closing in bliss.

He almost dipped you, too, one hand on the back of your head to hold you, the other wrapped around your waist. Both of your arms lifted to cross behind his neck, and when he pulled back, it was to breathe, his forehead pressing against yours.

“What was that for?” you asked, blinking a few times, grinning from ear to ear.

Leonard just chuckled, biting his lower lip before his eyes met yours, eyes brighter and deeper than you’d ever seen them. “You really think I was gonna let you sneak away without telling you I love you, too?”

Well. If that didn’t deserve another kiss… what did?

#reader-insert #leonard mccoy x reader #bones x reader #female!reader #leonard mccoy #bones #christine chapel #my fic #fanfic #star trek: aos

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obviouslyelementary · 4 years

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Please please please write a hurt/comfort or sickfic with sick/hurt Kirk, worried Bones??? (McKirk, AOS) 😍😍😍

Apparently I don’t know how to write kirk and mccoy anymore so im sorry, also I don’t know how to write hurt/comfort, but they are still cute.

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"Beam us to sickbay immediately! Damn it!"

It was a rushing mess the moment they rematerialized at the Enterprise's sickbay. Nurses and doctors were rushing everywhere, pulling Jim over the bed and covering him up with equipment, someone trying to push McCoy down to the ground to treat his own injuries. But they meant nothing, barely superficial, while James Kirk was laying on a bed dying right in front of him.

"Get off me! Now!" he yelled, pushing the nurses and standing up, reaching for his instruments and checking on Jim. "Hold on now... you can do this Jim... come on."

He signalized for one of his nurses to give him a hypo, and with a single shot, the signs began to stabilize and Leonard pulled away, worried but at least not fearing for his captain's death.

Not yet, at least.

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After an hour of resting and being constantly checked by the nurses and doctors of the ship, Leonard was finally able to make his report and deliver it to Spock, no questions asked. As first officer, he was now taking the Enterprise to a space station where they could heal all wounded and make a few repairs, but he had work to do, and thus Bones had to keep an eye on Jim as he recovered.

The thing about 'boldly going where no one has gone before' was that most of the time they had no idea what they were dealing with. This time, it resulted in some serious aggression. While Spock chatted with the planet's security fronts, Leonard and James were invited to beam down and have a talk face to face with this new species, in their mission to first contact. They received them well at first, but apparently something James did was terribly wrong to their culture, and without a second warning they shot the captain and the ships began firing on the enterprise.

It was a mess. A mess Leonard warmed Jim about, and yet, he couldn't stop feeling blame as he watched his best friend and captain laying on a bed, asleep, slowly recovering. Jim tried too hard to kill himself during their missions.

Even if he was advised to go to his quarters and rest, no one could really say anything to the ship's chief medical officer. So, he remained at sickbay, watching over his patients and specially keeping at eye on Jim, to see when he would wake up. At his free time, he sat next to him and read the reports, one eye always checking for any movement.

Eventually, he would fall asleep, leaning over the bed and holding Jim's hand.

After three days of no activity, Leonard returned from the usual check on his other patients, and saw James with his eyes slightly opened. A relieved feeling washed over him and he walked to his friend, sitting next to him and holding his hand. James blinked, slowly, and his lips parted, they looked dry and cracking, but at least they were moving.

"Bones...?" he whispered, voice barely there, and Leonard let out a sigh, brushing the man's hair back and watching fondly as he closed his eyes and leaned on the touch. "Bones... what..."

"They shot you Jim. Apparently they didn't like something you did" he explained, checking his vitals and relaxing further. "You will be alright. I brought you to the enterprise just in time."

"Bones... saves me again..." he smiled, opening his eyes to look at him, and Leonard shook his head with a frown.

"I wish I didn't have to, but you're so god damn wild I can't keep you away from sickbay for even two missions. I guess you just like to see me all that much" he complained, shaking his head and smiling when Jim chuckled. "You should rest. Your body is still recovering, no thanks to me."

"I'm sure you had something to do with it" he said, sighing and closing his eyes. "Would you stay? With me?" he asked, quieter now, his hand weakly squeezing Leonard's, and the doctor pressed his lips together before nodding to himself.

"Yeah, I will. You're the captain after all" he whispered, and leaned over, giving James a small kiss and watching as his lips curled up slightly. "You are the worst ever, you know that?"

"Only to you" he whispered, and yawned, before making himself comfortable. Leonard smiled to him and leaned in, laying his head next to James' and closing his eyes.

He was screwed, but he knew that. Honestly, he had chosen his own fate with that one.

#mckirk #leonard mccoy #james kirk #jim kirk #aos #my fanfic #ooc i think i havent written them in a while #tumblr prompt

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labyrinthof-fan-fiction · 4 years

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Two Ships Passing in the Night {3}

Part 3

Series Masterlist

Spock x fem!Reader then Bones x fem!Reader

Second Person POV reader named. I’m trying to leave the name out as much as possible so it’s more immersive.

AOS

Summary: Saying goodbye proves harder than you had thought it would.

A/N: I’m getting far too invested in this story that served as my before sleep dreamscape for three months.

Warnings: Mild Language, pining, unrequited love, goodbyes, mentions of pregnancy, goodbyes, some angst, mild nudity.

Word Count: 2,092

Leonard helped you to pack the belongings you had in the hospital. Which consisted of one shredded Starfleet Uniform. A new one sat on the bed, your arm still in a sling you glanced at him, “Len, can you help me?”

You missed the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed nervously, “Yeah, no problem.” You stepped out of the hospital gown, in only standard issue boxers and a sports bra, that a nurse had helped you into. He took his eyes away from you, you pulled the uniform pants on, trying in vain to button them with one hand. His fingers ghosted over yours as he fastened the button and reached for the command gold shirt on the bed. He threw the shirt over his shoulder and started to remove your sling. His fingers moving deftly at the fasteners. Each time his fingers touched your flesh you felt a dull heat. You forced yourself to ignore it as he slowly lowered your arm and pulled the shirt over your head. You easily pushed your right arm through as he gently maneuvered your left arm into the sleeve. A hiss escaped your lips as a sharp pain erupted in your shoulder. “Sorry.” He said, barely a whisper as he began to fasten the sling on your arm over your uniform.

Once he was finished his eyes met yours, something unreadable in his eyes, before he glanced away. “So, you ship out tomorrow?” You asked.

He nodded. “We just got the crew discharged and they want to throw us into space” He grumbled.

You chuckled at that. “I ship out three days later.” You stated, “What do you say, one last hurrah dinner?” You asked.

He paused for a moment, conflict churning in his stomach. He knew that this would hurt, the last dinner with you. “Sure, darlin’.”

You didn’t say anything about the name, but nodded. He took your shredded uniform in his hand and nodded. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m walking you to your apartment, then we’re going for dinner.” He answered, an eyebrow raised in your direction. “You really think I’m going to let you walk by yourself? A pregnant woman who is still in a sling, who happens to be my best friend? Do you know nothing of my Southern hospitality?”

It was turn to raise your eyebrow at him. “Best friend? Better not let Jim hear that. It will be a complete challenge to his existence.”

Leonard started grumbling under his breath, you couldn’t make out much more than Jim’s name. He finished his tirade and pushed the door open, gesturing for you to leave the room. He took one last glance around the room before following you out. He reached for your good elbow to guide you out of the way of a doctor moving forward at a quick pace. Your hip bumped against his, you glanced up as a few nurses stared in your direction. You could almost feel daggers being sent in your direction as his hand rested on your opposite hip, steadying your balance. As you exited the hospital you raised your face towards the sun, taking in a deep breath. You heard Leonard chuckle as he removed his hand from your hip.

“Just because you can’t enjoy the simple things, Dr. McCoy, doesn’t mean that I can’t.” You snarked in his direction.

He raised an eyebrow, not commenting. Which surprised you. His mind was reeling, the only simple things I need in life are from you. But he would not say that aloud as he watched you take another deep breath. Just when did he become a sap?

He continued walking with you in silence. Watching the way the sun hit your hair, the ways your eyes would shine when you looked at him. Five years were a long time, you were going to be somewhere across the universe. He was pulled out of his mind when you reached your apartment building. You easily scanned in, Leonard following you to the elevator. You both entered your apartment, Leonard making his way to your garbage to dispose of the old uniform. You made your way into your room stopping in the doorway. You knew that getting changed was going to be an issue. You sighed. You hated going to dinner in uniform. Especially in command gold, but you weren’t about to make Leonard help you agin. You heard a voice from behind you.

“I can help. I’ve seen my fair share of naked bodies this week.” You could hear the joking tone in his voice. “You know you hate going out in gold.”

You sighed, he had won. “Fine.” You turned towards him, his hands began unbuckling the sling. He tossed it aside and helped you to pull off the shirt and pants, leaving you in your underwear. “Grab a flannel from the closet, I’ll get pants.” He walked over to your closet, you pulled a pair of leggings out of your dresser. You sat on your bed and pulled them on slowly, one leg at a time. It wasn’t the most graceful thing you had done, but it worked well enough. Leonard turned with a blue flannel in his hands and helped to put your arms through it, then began to fasten the buttons.

Your gaze fell on the man kneeling in front of you, helping you become dressed. He finished and his eyes made their way up to yours. You both sat in silence for a moment, “So, blue?” You asked.

“Well, you bitch so much about gold, thought you might like a walk in my shoes.” He answered, a smile on his face. Your stomach let out a low rumble after his statement. “And it sounds like you two are hungry. Let’s go. We’ll get a half decent meal at that diner, and so help me if you try to get your burger medium well…” He paused when he realized that you were still on the bed. “Darlin’?”

Your eyes met his. “Leonard, I’m scared.” You whispered. He made his way back to you, sitting next to you. His hand reached for your good hand, finders threading through yours. “I never thought I’d leave the Enterprise. I didn’t think I’d be a mom. So much has changed.”

His thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. “Some things will change. And that’s life. Look at me. I thought I would be a country doctor with my wife, living on Earth. Here I am now, CMO on a spaceship, about to ship off on a 5 year mission into the unknown. Without that, I never would have met Jim. I never would have met you. So much changed, but there was so much good.” You lean your head on his shoulder, your stomach growling again. “I may not be an expert in prenatal care, but I think we need to feed you two, now.” He said, standing, giving a tug to your joined hands, causing you to reluctantly stand. Your grip on his hand tightened as you followed him out of the apartment building to the diner down the street. Both of you not noticing the command gold clad captain stopping in the road and staring in your direction, with a twinkle in his eye.

Leonard directed you to a booth and a waitress bounced up to your table. “What will it be?”

“Two burgers, everything, well done. Fries on the side. Vanilla milkshake for me, she’ll take a ginger ale.” Leonard listed off. The waitresses eyes jumped between the two of you.

“That’ll be right out.” She winked as she sauntered away to get your drinks.

Your eyes traced over Leonard, leaning back against the booth. His left arm thrown across the back, his right fingers tapping on the tabletop. The waitress set your drinks in front of you before turning back to the counter. “What’s on your mind, Bones?” You asked, taking a sip of the drink.

“Five years is a long time.” He murmured. “A really long damn time.”

You nodded, eyes meeting his. “It is.”

“Five years, in space, with Jim as captain. It’s going to be a miracle if we make it home in one piece.” He grumbled.

“You made it back here in one piece.” You answered, taking another sip.

His eyes fell back on you, you almost didn’t. He sighed. “Five years with Jim as your only friend onboard a spaceship.” He countered.

“Hmmm, might be time for you to share your sparkling personality with the crew. Make some new friends.” You answered.

He snorted, “I have far surpassed my friend quota for the next twenty years.”

Before you could respond the waitress placed your burgers in front of both of you. “Enjoy.” She said, then making her way back to the counter.

Leonard started to eat, cutting off the conversation, you started in on your plate. The two of you sitting in silence, enjoying the last meal you had together. You started aimlessly moving the last of your fries around your plate as Leonard pushed his plate away. His eyes watching you, “So are you going to eat that, or do I have to watch you draw shapes in your catsup?”

Your eyes squinted at him, you gave one more flick of your wrist to the fry before popping it into your mouth. “Snarky old bastard.” You grumbled.

“But I’m your snarky old bastard.” He responded, a smirk spreading across his face, setting his blue eyes alight.

A small smile graced your lips. “Thank the gods I only have to deal with you a few more hours.”

“Yes, lucky you.” He said, taking the last drink of his shake. He placed some money on the table, you started to object, but he cut you off. “My treat, call it our celebration dinner.”

“I was going to say send off dinner.” You said.

“Beat you to it.” He teased, standing from his seat. He waited for you to rise from the booth then made his way to the door and opened it to allow you out.

“Such a gentleman.” You said, giving him a nudge in the ribs with your good elbow.

“Southern hospitality, darlin’. It’s like you don’t know me.” He said, pretending to be hurt, then reaching out to grab your hand in his.

Warmth radiated from his hand into yours, warming your whole body. You glanced at the man next to you. His eyes on the path before you as he was rattling off manners and chivalry, like he was a knight of old or something. His shoulders were relaxed for the first time in days. You could see the lack of sleep under his eyes, but he was calm, comfortable even. Something stirred in your heart, but you weren’t sure what it was as you saw your apartment building looming in the distance.

You both stopped abruptly on the sidewalk, staring at the building. The place you called home losing the charm you were used to. You quickly turned to Leonard, shocking him for a moment. “Promise me, that if you can, you’ll call. If we’re in range. We’ll stay in touch.”

His eyes widened a bit. “I promise, as long as you promise not to get mad when I look over your records from Ambrose. To see how you and your little one are doing.” His hand that you weren’t holding settling on your abdomen.

You looked into his blue eyes. “I promise. But you don’t get to be rude and Sergeant Doctor when something isn’t to your liking. Ambrose isn’t under your orders.”

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “Fine, but you won’t do anything reckless, you’re not Jim and you’re not on Jim’s ship.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m on a diplomatic ship, hardly anything dangerous or reckless happens on those.”

He sighed and rested his forehead against yours. “I promise that no matter what, I’ll be there for you.”

“And I you.” You answered. His hand moved from your abdomen to your cheek.

“Goodbye, Captain.” He whispered.

“Goodbye, Doctor.” You answered, then he pulled away, releasing your hand. He gave a sad smile and turned to walk back the way you had came. Watching him leave you felt that flutter again, but you ignored it. Your heart was heavy as you watched your best friend make his way into the night. You didn’t know when next you would see him, but you knew for sure, you would miss him every day.

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Hitori-Escape Tour 2019 concerts 10-13

The previous 1-9 concerts of the tour: https://manjuhitorie.tumblr.com/post/188358977881/ Shinoda on vocals and guitar, Yumao on drums, and ygarshy on bass. performing Hitorie’s songs as the trio.

The standard setlist was:

01 Senseless Wonder 02 Shutter Doll 03 Nichijou to Chikyuu no Gakubuchi

MC, usually consisting of Shinoda sharing greetings with the crowd, and breaking the ice a little bit.

04 Namid[A]me 05 Garandou Mae Zero Banchi 06 Inperfection

07 SLEEPWALK 08 Loveless

09 (W)HERE 10 Gekijougai 11 Talkie Dance 12 Unknown Mother Goose

13 Karanowaremono 14 Little Cry Baby 15 Ao 16 Polaris

Encore intermission + MC

17 Odoru Mannequin, Utau Aho 18 Rolling Girl

10 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 10/17/2019 at CLUB RIVERST in Niigata prefecture! Report!

SND “Everybody, everybody everybody. It’s all about love. Do you have enough love? Do you have enough love in you, do you?”

During the intro of Loveless before the bass comes in, ygarshy had his instrument muted as he tuned it. Within that time frame, Shinoda, with his handheld microphone in one hand, went over to ygarshy and slapped his cheek twice (inducing laughter from the crowd). ygarshy’s face was hidden behind his hair, but what kind of expression did he make I wonder...

●SND was performing with a handheld mic, up until the guitar solo when the staff brought him a guitar to play.

●Which was, Leader’s own jaguar guitar. SND used it throughout (W)HERE and Gekijougai after. The emotional screaming numbers.

●For a while ygarshy had his head hung, performing with his back turned away from the crown or looking to his side, but during Talkie Dance his inner switch seemed to suddenly turn on, and from then onward he was aggressively approaching front stage. ●Then the encore intermission MC chat. SND stands in his usual position, but for this Yumao comes up front and uses ygarshy’s microphone so he can be closer to the crowd. ygarshy tucked away behind him.

●Yuma at SND “So, you were nervous about singing at the start of the tour, vyr are you feeling better now?” SND “I’m used to it. We’ve made it halfway through the tour and all.”

SND “But ahh, one day I dream of walking on top of the crowd’s heads and bridging all the way to the other side of the floor." Crowd “Get on us! Ride us!” SND “Naw, I don’t want to do something that’ll make the internet angry.” Yu “You're chill enough to want to walk on top of people. That’s a good sign.” SND “Yeah?” Yu “We’re halfway through the tour right, and you’ve already gotten halfway on top of the crowd. you were sitting on and climbing over on the stage railings earlier after all! You’re halfway there, next up is the other side-” SND “Uhm-”

●SND and Yumao jested about a role swap between them and the crowd, how crazy it would be, with hundreds of people on stage and three down in the crowd…. Crowd “Let’s do it!” SND “We’d get banned from the venue!”

SND continued to ask the crowd how they were feeling, as to which the majority responded “Hot.” While Rie were feeling comfy on stage, thanks to the air circulation system they set up. SND “For once! For once the tables have turned! We’ve always been hot up here and not vice versa. Is this a sign, is the crowd⇆stage role-swap going to become a reality next!?"

●Continuing, Yumao had a story to tell. At the commercial area near Niigata station, he and yga went out for food at a seemingly normal onigiri izakaya bar. (Here’s the store they probably went to: http://onigirisenka.com)

Yu “We walked in, we sat down, nothing out of the ordinary. But after a while we were like ‘? Why is the waitress still here at our table? What’s going on?’ We look around to see 5 girls who were blatantly hired based on looks alone, and one girl assigned to each table.” SND “You found your way into a god damn hostess club!”

Yuma “I'd be fine with it but this guy, ygarshy… Well, he's ygarshy. He can’t handle this kinda thing. We came to chat with each other but now there’s a girl barging into our conversations! And then she even asked us ‘Did you just come here on work~? You kinda look like you’re in a band~!’” SND “Hahaa you don’t wanna be caught up in that!”

Yumao loves to talk about this stuff, so on normal terms he would’ve just burst into conversation. But here he didn’t want to put yga in a traumatizing situation. So he bit his tongue and said “Band!? We can’t even play instruments!!”…. SND “Hahahaa.” Yu “Then she responded with ‘I love bands, I play the drums!’. Way to make it even more suffocating for me! She was talking to us so much that, ygarsh’s rice was gettin’ crusty.” ? “..Pot....” yg, for the first time in ages, opened his mouth. He didn’t go up to the microphone or anything for this callout either, he just vocalized loud enough to be heard.

Yu “Pot!? Pot? I remember now... We had beautiful white rice inside of a pot, drying up!” The price was of your average izakaya, despite the hostess part too. SND “~~~” Yumao “.….Let’s go again”

●Yumao “Alrighty then let’s play...”

SND “Ah did you hear... It’s, an emergency it’s an emergency ygarshy! Apparently like 50 fire ants were found in Tokyo Harbor.”

yg *>>>BWOOOON<<<<* 　*It was in the news that yesterday. 50 poisonous specimens which could’ve easily been queens fertilized, + their offspring could’ve easily spread further into the country, was a fright. Especially for those with entomophobia-. SND’s tweet Niigata concert: complete, thank you. Take care not to catch any colds y’all,,, We’ll be back. Next up is the city where Leader was born and raised, Kagoshima. Hope to see you there.

11 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 10/22/2019 at SR Hall in Kagoshima prefecture

SND “Y’all are from Leader’s city, and this all you’ve got?!? Dance more! Yeah! I’d expect nothing less from the city that made him!”

During Loveless this time, SND tried to kick ygarshy. And while SND was floundering on stage, being crazy as he bounced to the music, he hit ygarshy again. And he bumped into ygarshy on the way onto the stage after the encore break. ●Yuma came out wearing the new Hitorie sweatshirt to promo it today. SND questioned his capability perform through the heat, Yuma responded with guts to continue! SND “Well, you’re locked in now!” Crowd “You’re so cute~!!! Yumao~!! ” Yumao “Thanks~~” SND “How many times will we do this!? “So cute~~!!” “Thankies~~!” “Awww~~!” “Thanks. “ ●SND moaned and groaned with good means to back it up: the heat in the venue was crazy again. SND still holds the near-death Takutaku as the ultimate trauma but- It seems that wherever Rie journey to, the temperature outside rises up into the high 20’s. SND “Everywhere I go it suddenly gets hot, so people have started to call me Matsuo Kashuuzou. Yet the other members and the staff all come along too, so why am I the only one being framed? He’s not in me!” 　*Matsuo Kashuuzou, dubbed the fire fairy, is a former pro tennis player who has an optimistic flaming soul, abd never stops shouting things like “light it up!!” He was such fire that once upon a time on the internet he was memed to be the origin of urban heat island and global warming etc. ●Crowd “Did you eat Shirokuma ice cream?” (*A treat which is sold nationwide, but originated in Kagoshima). SND “No, but our cameraman Nishimaki did.” 　‘Nishimaki doesn’t tag along for the whole tour, typically he’s only around for the first and last shows. So Leader’s hometown really was a special one... ●Yumao took SND’s water bottle, gazed at the label and got the crowd to cheer the name of it: “Zaihou!” with him. “It’s a local but, famous mineral water provider. Cool.” Yu “Whoop” *Proceeds to throw the water bottle back at SND* ((What’s up with Yumao showing his wild side these days)) ●SND conveyed a sweet spot for the sashimi there, but since it’s something of taboo to eat such raw food up mid-country in Tokyo... “Don’t post what I just said on Twitter okay, the twitter police are out there, don’t expose that I eat food raw.” ●Yumao went up to the mic in the front but fairly quickly shifted back to his in the back; apparently because he wanted to be in range of the electric fan set up there. ●SND resisted drinking yesterday to preserve sober sanity before the concert, while next to him Yuma and yg were whole hog on “Beer! highball! beer!” “I now understand what it’s like to be on the other side, to be the one surrounded by drunks instead of being the loggerhead.” Yumao then begins combs his hair back with his fingers* “Ahh~~ so gwood~ delish~” SND “Is.. Is that supposed to be me?” Yumao “I’m topped off~” “Ahh I drank like a dream~~ *still holding his hair up*.” SND “Oi! If you’re gonna mimic me then at least raise the production value!!”

●SND “Alright Let’s perform” Crowd “Yumao you’re so cute~” Yu “Alrighty!” SND “You’re getting a life’s worth of cutes. In response to being showered in cuteness, all you have to say is ‘alrighty’ now?!?” Yu “..Alrighty!!” (Disclaimer: he was announcing that he was alright and ready to start). ●SND “ygarshy, you know what sandbags are, right? yga *Nods* SND “Apparently those are stuffed with a bunch of cloth, not sand?” yg ..... >>*BWWOOON*<<

SND’s tweet “Kagoshima concert: complete, that was crazy! How did you fare? I was fucking hot, thank you all so much. We will be back.” Also SND’s drawing was on display at the merchandise booth: https://en.deli-a.jp/products/item_Info.php?itemID=846

Nishimaki, the photographer, tweeted "It's been 6 or 7 years since I was last in Kagoshima, time well spent. Next is Fukuoka!!" Megane Hirai, Rie's trusty trusty sound engineer, went to the concert and posted this too:

“Many emotions were felt during the 2 days I spent Kagoshima As I watched each song, The way he strummed his guitar right adjacent to me The way I would jot critiques as he sung his lyrics from the other side of the glass The way I would hear him say “Then how about this!” as we practiced trial and error with each mix The sights from those days would come flooding back. There’s different feelings and means of acceptance For me, going forward, I’m going to keep supporting these four”.

12 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 10/25/2019 at SR Hall in Kagoshima prefecture

The concert was a musical marvel, Rie never cease to amaze... But I'm hopping right into the intermission chat. Because, after they left Kagoshima they stayed at a vacation lodge in Aso Kumamoto....!! Antics ensue! Shinoda “The sheer amount of flying ants the size of peanuts out there left me squealing, I’m really bad with bugs, but they didn’t faze Yumao at all” Yu “In the end it's only ants? No matter the size, right? And then I was bored, and also the air in the room was suffocating so...” SND “This fucker started opening the windows!” Yu: “Yeah I opened them all up.” SND: “One guy who hates bugs and another who hated the indoor air, the worst combo.“ Yu “Ultimately we BOTH started sneezing like crazy and closed them though.” Yu “I'm exhausted though. The goal was to go there for a vacation, but, cause I drank too much the day before or whatever, I played around so much..! Do you know how attics in the log lodges are like? A bunch of pillars? Of wood? coming together? What are they called? *Makes hand gestures to try to shape it out*" Crowd “Beams!” Yu “Yeah, beams! I dangled and swung from the beams up in the lodge roof. When yga walked through the door, he was in for it! “What a surprise~”, he laughed after he got a spook!” SND “Yumao was like a monkey.” Yu “It sounds like I was the only one playing around but, this guy! He doesn’t talk about it much in front of you, hey he doesn’t talk about it much in front of us either but. ygarshy was jumping all over the beds! From asocial to bouncy. He was playing around more than us!” SND “As soon as we came back to our 3 bed lounge after a drink with the crew, I see these two bouncing on them. yga looked like a fish the way he was twisting his body.“ Yu “He still had his usual emotionless expression, even when he was beautifully bending." SND “He played a lot eh? He had the damndest smile when he took fireworks in his hands…” Yu “He’s so mean sometimes, he smirkingly creeped up behind Shinoda and stuck fireworks right against his ankles! It took SND a bit to notice, but when he did... Boy did he scream! And yg doubled up with laughter!” Yu “It had been raining outside then too, so we were doing them under the small awning outside. When SND realized what ygarshy was scheming, he had ran away shouting “It’s hot it’s hot!!”, but then found himself shouting ‘It’s cold!!!’ out in the rain.” SND “I was hit with hot and cold element attacks both at once.” Yu “Don’t do try this at home now!” SND “Ahh yg don’t look so gloomy! Seriously we have no idea how you’re feeling over there....” Yu “He laughed the most back when he saw me dangling though~!!” SND “That’s why we're saying yg, stop looking down, put your chin up!” ●SND “So uhhh, ygarsh, please share with us a few words about the Fukuoka Soft Bank Hawks victory!” yg *>>BWOOON<<* 　*The Hawks are the pro baseball team of the prefecture, and they just won the entire Japan Series that week. They’ve won for the past 5 years straight now too. ●Cameraman posted the “Early winter fireworks”.

●Rie’s manager too posted: The Kagoshima live, Kumamoto Aso, the Fukuoka live. Fireworks to bring the summer to a close. So many things to make our venture to Kyuushuu a heart-wrenching one. Good night😴💤 ●SND’s tweet: Fukuoka concert: complete, thank you. Baritone felt great to do today. I think it's been a long time since I last played on a high stage,,, Or has it been? Has it? Nonetheless I performed with my feelings at full power. Thank you so much.

13 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/6/2019 at LIQUIDROOM in Tokyo prefecture. The first one.

From 7 years ago till now, our dreams are still relentlessly crying out their first words evermore!!

●Yuma’s mom, Yurika was spotted at the venue! The family of two does live in Chofu of Tokyo after all.. Tabuchi of Unison Square Garden too. They sat in VIP seats. ●There were flower bouquets on display inside the lobby, one from fans and another from the Hitori-Atelier staff. ●Among some of SND's snazzy mid-show quotes were him screaming “A banger? An epic masterpiece? That's what you're about to hear... Karanowaremono, a present from Leader.”

●“I think I might be getting too old for this.” *Proceeds to do heartfelt vibratos, physical tricks, and giggle tons during the encore break! They didn't talk about the DVD which had released two days prior, but they did delve into some Hitorie history.... yga had recruited SND, who within 0.5 seconds of being contacted said “I'm in!” He didn’t know wowa’s face back then so he was nervous, but when the crew got on a skype chat and wo shared the first mp3 files, SND thought “This is the start of a revolution”... He was excited then, and that excitement lives on. ●SND “It’s been like, so long since I’ve last performed in Tokyo. Yumao you’re out doin’ truckloads of stuff, ygarsh you're doing the Wasure-whatever stuff.. But all I do is draw manga! I’m either stuck at home or in another part of the country! The last show we did here in Liquidroom was the nexUs with Passpied, and our last solo one was, 5 years ago?" Yu “Yeah, the one with a video up on Youtube, back when I was still performing in T-shirts instead of dress shirts.” ●Yu "At our first tour date you were so nervous about singing weren't cha SND. You were like 'Don't put me on the same level as you guys, work harder...’ But now you're fine haha! ...I've started to tease SND. SND "Though backstage I tease you." Yu "When? :O " SND "....Thinking about it, I don't really, do I-." ●They talked a little more in detail about their "relaxing" retreat to the Aso resort, which they had first mentioned in the Kagoshima MC up there ↑ . yg came out of the bathroom, to see the back of strange black-haired drunk swinging from the wooden beams of their remote cottage. He was so scared! Until he realized the perpetrator was a restless Yumao. ●The story of when the trio were lighting firework sparklers and yga stuck them against SND’s ankles. SND “I didn’t even notice the flames until brown hair came into my line of sight.” Yu “And yg even had his phone ready! He recorded the entirety of SND's panic: from him running away from the heat right into the rain, to him shouting out there in cold.” SND “Ain’t he a freak psycho killer.... What are you even thinking about as you listen to us right now.” …Awkward silence. yg remains.

●Yu “In the cottage we were watching Mito Kōmon, the historical drama, ‘cause it was coincidentally playing on TV. Komon is supposed to be this hero of justice yet, he was taking down enemies with real underhanded tactics, it got SND and I cackling so hard. We kept calling out 'Ahh so underhanded! So underhanded!’ yga had been silent so I we assumed he wasn’t watching... But when the end credits hit, he spoke up to tell us “That was entertaining”. SND “So he actually was watching! I thought.” Yu “He does tell us things like ‘Today’s MC chat was long’ after shows too.” SND “Then you do it nice and concise yourself, I say!” ygarsh then turns his face to look right at SND* SND “What are you looking at... Wait, don’t look at me with those sparkly eyes...! Don't, don't...!!” ●Yu “Ahh. We haven't changed a bit huh…. I’m always like ‘wooAHHH! *💪 poses*’ levels of excited, SND is like ‘OY VEY SHUT UP!!’, and yg silently watches over us." ●Before they went back into the show Yumao promoted the merch. He uses the pouch to store his drum supplies, he likes it a lot, and he modeled too. To show us how the logo gets covered by the hood on the sweatshirt, he pulled it over and off~ over and off~ his head.

●Then the usual... SND “As soon as we get home and already, Masashi Tashiro got arrested again, did you hear?“ yg *>>BWOON<<* 　*SND is using the news for this one. The celeb has gotten arrested countless times now for drug possession. He'd gone to rehab, and recently he’d been publishing books/posting videos/doing lectures to teach people about the horrors of meth but.. He's truly proving how fearful it is.. SND tweet: Tokyo concert: complete, thank you so much. Being up on the Liquidroom stage after so long moved my heart. We’ll be at Liquidroom again next week, hope to see you there. Though Takamatsu comes first!!

#super long post #hitorie

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clarenecessities · 5 years

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spooky review

Word Count: 1379 Summary: now i know felix seems like a bitch, [First] [Previous] [Next (coming soon)]

“I wish Marinette was here,” he said aloud, gently ushering Nino to their desk, well away from an apologetic Gavroche.

“Why, do you need her powers? See if you can like, channel them,” said Alya, walking between Nino and the rest of the room as an impromptu shield. “Maybe you guys can share.”

“Mom said it’s my turn on the emotion-sensing?” said Nino, with a wheezing laugh that sounded much closer to normal. “I’m okay guys, really—I just wasn’t expecting it, I’m fine now.”

“Your hands are shaking,” said Adrien frankly, sitting down beside him.

“Leftover adrenaline,” said Nino, waving the offending hands in a vague, dismissive gesture. “I just need a minute to get it out of my system, it’s fine.”

“It’s okay if it isn’t fine,” said Alya, frowning at them from the row behind. “If you need a minute, take one. You know Mlle. Bustier will understand.”

“I know,” said Nino. “But really, I’m okay. Watching that catfight made me realize I was being silly.”

“Hmph!” said Chloé from across the aisle. Her cheeks were still stained pink, but she didn’t appear to be going after Kagami—at least, not yet.

“It’s never silly to react like that,” Adrien told him, ignoring Chloé entirely. “You went through a traumatic experience, there’s gonna be stuff that seems totally unrelated, of course seeing another wolf would be a problem.”

“I’m kind of surprised Mlle. Bustier didn’t warn you,” said Alya. “Like, I know, privacy and everything, but—she didn’t have to tell you which one was the wolf, right?”

“She may just not have thought of it,” said Adrien. “It’s impossible to know everything that’d trigger a reaction, you know?”

“Sure, but this one seems sort of obvious,” said Alya, frowning.

“She’s a person, not a god,” said Nino, shrugging it off. “Where is she, anyway? Class is starting in like two minutes.”

“Dad said they had a meeting,” said Alya. She didn’t look quite ready to shrug it off. “Accommodations or deciding if a student should take this class or something.”

“What?” asked Adrien, brow furrowing. “Isn’t that sort of thing obvious? Either you’re a magical beast, or you aren’t. If Théo counts, it’s a pretty wide net.”

“I dunno,” said Nino, “what if it’s temporary? Like if Piséog turned somebody into a, uh, a panther or something—would that count as a magical beast?”

“That had better be temporary,” said Alya. “We don’t actually know what happens if we don’t beat the people he’s possessing.”

“Probably the end of the world or something,” said Adrien, turning back to the front as the door to the classroom opened.

“Alright, class,” said Mlle. Bustier, Alya’s father hot on her heels. Félix, the boy from Adrien’s last class, walked in behind her. “We have some new faces with us today. Kagami Hatano, Gavroche Courtaud, and Félix Ainsel from Aesc will be with us from now on. Please treat them hospitably, and remember that the purpose of this school, and this class in particular, is dispelling prejudices.”

Félix had a very sour expression, scanning the room for a free seat and eventually settling beside Alya, directly behind Adrien.

“Now, this Friday we’re having a test on werewolves,” said Mlle. Bustier, oblivious to the fact that Adrien had just broken out in a cold sweat. “Where would you three say you are in terms of knowledge?”

“I’m not familiar with your classification system, but I have a good handle on the mechanisms and what to expect,” said Kagami from the back of the room.

“My father has trained me extensively,” said Félix. “I am well-prepared for any test you might pose.”

Gavroche was leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped under his chin save for his index fingers, which were pointing at Mlle. Bustier. “What is a werewolf?” he asked after a moment of expectant silence.

Mlle. Bustier sighed and turned to write on the board, while a few students muffled laughter and Gavroche’s seat partner, a girl Adrien’s name didn’t know, punched him approvingly on the shoulder. Gavroche grinned at her, turning back to the front with a bright expression that only faded a little when he met eyes with Adrien.

Adrien smiled at him, and was relieved to earn a nod back, even if it took a great deal of effort to turn back around without looking at the ferocious glare Félix was sending him. The press of hostile aos sídhe magic on his shoulders was… distracting, but he could do it. This had been his easiest class so far, and he did know a lot about werewolves.

It ended up being almost entirely review, making sure everyone was on the same page heading into the test, but he was still relieved when it was over.

“So, uh, Félix,” he said, when class ended and it became apparent that he wouldn’t get out of this without a few words exchanged. “Magical beast, are you?”

“I’m a human,” said Félix, with more venom than Adrien thought was strictly necessary. “I told you, I’m cursed.”

“Oh shit,” said Alya, who was gathering her things up next to him. “To turn into an animal, or…?”

“Among other things,” said Félix, still glaring at Adrien.

“Well hey, he didn’t do it,” said Nino, waving a hand in front of his eyes as if he could physically break their gaze. “Adrien’s cool, man.”

“He’s a cat sídhe,” said Félix, as if this was self-explanatory. “They steal souls. They steal mothers and children and—”

“And curse you?” guessed Alya. “Is that it? You got cursed and now you’re like, cat-racist?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” he snapped. “So I happen to know firsthand how nefarious they truly are. You’d both do well to keep your distance, because one day, when you’re at your most vulnerable, he’ll show his true colors. I only hope you can be saved.”

Nino locked eyes with him and very pointedly pulled Adrien into a side hug. “His true colors are pastel and they’re adorable, thank you very much. Adrien’s my bro and I’m not gonna dip out on him because some random jerkhole got cursed.”

Adrien smiled, leaning into the embrace, a purr welling up in his chest. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“On your own heads, then,” said Félix, getting to his feet and all but stalking to the door.

“So you made a new friend, huh?” asked Alya, as he and Nino all but sagged in relief.

“He just really hates cait sídhthe,” Adrien sighed. “And also his dad. Don’t mention his dad.”

“Hey, if I have it my way I’m never talking to him again,” said Nino, snorting. “That kid sucks.”

“He’s… something,” said Adrien. “I think he’s really trying to protect you guys. I know you can’t feel magic, but he’s—really, really cursed. Whatever the cat sídhe that took him did, it’s not pretty. I can’t blame him for hating me by association, especially if his dad is as bad as everybody says. There’s no way he could’ve learned anything different, you know?”

“That’s virtuous, but too self-sacrificing by half,” said Alya, gently shoving at his head. “It’s not your responsibility to cure him of his prejudice, you know. You should say something to Mlle. Bustier—she’d at least have him move seats.”

“I guess on the bright side, Adrien’s right,” said Nino, holding the door for them. “There’s no way he could’ve learned anything different—but now he’s here.”

They walked together for a ways, until Nino peeled off to head to his class on identifying scents and Alya and Adrien wound up in Potions.

Adrien settled in his seat with a contented sigh; Marinette wasn’t there yet, but the bench still held a trace of her scent, and it soothed him more than he’d anticipated. It had been a weird day, but this was nice—routine, for all that it was still his first week and school had twice been cancelled due to monster attacks.

And—it was nice, having friends. Having them stick up for him, even if they didn’t need to. It made his whole chest feel warm and fuzzy and full to bursting.

In spite of Félix, and Chloé, and even Piséog, today was a good day.

#clare's writing #spooky ml au #miraculous ladybug

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haveyouseenmymind · 6 years

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Together in Love

So like I promise you’re getting the morning after Absolutely in Love today. :) I hope you like the resolution, cause I really had fun with this little series and in the end I’m glad that Jim got his happy end.

And omg, I just realized that I finally finished a series! Seems like wonders will never cease.

Also, chances are high, that this is going to be the last thing I’m going to post in the next two weeks.

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: McKirk

Rating: Gen

Warnings: hangover

Words: 2073

It’s the morning after Jim’s love confession, and they have to talk about things now.

Not in Love

Absolutely in Love

The next morning Jim is woken up by someone insistently shaking his shoulder. He’s not quite willed to give into being fully awake, cause he feels too comfortable, as he’s pressed into a warm body.

But the shaking won’t stop, and so Jim reluctantly opens his eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of Bones scowling at him. Jim finally becomes aware of himself, and the next thing he realizes is that apparently he had moved closer to the other man during the night. That’s at least what their tangled legs, and him clinging to Bones like an octopus tell him.

After that it takes only a moment for him to remember last night. He’d like to be more smug about it, but as soon as he has made more than two connected thoughts, the headache trying to split his head open reminds him, why exactly drinking your feelings away is a bad decision.

He’s never going to drink another drop of alcohol again. Ever.

So yeah, he’s happy to be snuggled up against Bones, but he’s also suffering.

It seems like the brunet isn’t as happy as Jim about their sleeping arrangement. He may have stopped with the shaking, for which Jim’s queasy stomach is really thankful, but now he’s trying to shove Jim away from him.

“God dammit, kid let me get up. Jesus, you’re like a living furnace.”

Jim is more than unhappy about this development, and so he shuffles back closer to Bones, whining as he nuzzles his face into the other man’s neck.

But Bones is having none of it and shoves Jim away again, this time more vehemently. Unfortunately, he doesn’t consider his own strength and shoves Jim too far, so that he poor blond lands on the edge of the bed.

He desperately tries to keep his balance, to stay in the bed, but it’s a fight lost before it has even begun. And so Jim falls over the edge, takes the blanket with him and lands gracelessly on his ass. His stomach revolts, and he has to try really hard not to empty its content all over the floor. Did he mention that he’s never going to drink again?

While Jim is busy trying to get his stomach under control and his cool back, Bones sits up abruptly, and looks down at him in shock.

“Shit, Jim! Are you ok?”

Jim just groans and gives up finding his dignity. He has probably lost it last night in his last beer.

“Boones! Whyyy?”

And yes, Jim is whining again. In his mind he has every right to do so, cause that was really rude and plainly unnecessary. He puts on his best pout and stares at his friend in utter betrayal.

“Really Bones, is this how you treat someone who declared their undying love for you? Rude.”

It seems to work, at least for a moment, cause Jim can see a flash of guilt in Bones face, right before he surpresses his emotions again and becomes cautious.

“So you remember last night?”

“Of course I do? Why shouldn’t I?”

Bones sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Dunno, with all the alcohol you drank yesterday…”

When he looks back at Jim, the blond suddenly realizes how tired Bones looks. And the amazing bedhead he’s sporting. He’s a sight for the gods, with the chaotic nest of brown and the few strands that are trying to escape from being swallowed back into it.

Jim really wants to run his fingers through it, to feel if it’s as soft as it looks. But Bones moves his own hand towards his revolting hair before Jim can do anything. He strokes through it, tries to untangle the strands that cling together, and Jim starts pouting again. Not only is Bones doing what he wants, he’s also absent with his mind, which means he’s not paying attention to Jim.

The blond absolutely can’t have that. So he untangles the blanket from his legs and leans up to crawl back on the bed next to Bones.

Finally, the brunet looks at him again. Jim’s eyes fall on his lips, and he suddenly realizes how much he’d like to kiss him again. His head’s still pounding, but he ignores it, concentrating on leaning into Bones to claim another kiss.

But his friend stops him right in the middle, puts his fingers on Jim’s mouth and looks at him with a serious expression. Jim panics immediately, cause this can’t mean anything good.

“Bones! You said you’d believe me!”

Jim nearly chokes on his words, his heart beating frantically. This morning isn’t going as he expected it to, and now he’s fearing for the worst. This is exactly why he hadn’t wanted to tell Bones about his feelings. Why he hadn’t wanted to fall in love at all. But the brunet sees him panicking, and rolls his eyes at him.

“Calm down you infant. You smell like a brewery, so get a damn shower.”

Jim feels slightly reassured, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy now, as he’s grumbling about how this wasn’t part of the deal. Of course Bones hears him, and taps him on the nose when he snorts.

“Nothing of this is a deal, you idiot.”

He reaches down under the bed, and Jim can see him grab his medkit. Before Jim even has the chance to protest, Bones gets a hypo out and stabs it into his neck. To his embarrassment, the blond yelps and whines again.

“Bones! Why can’t I get any love here?”

But the other man just puts his hand where he just had stabbed Jim, to slightly massage the abused skin.

“That was for your hangover, you idiot. You should feel better in a while.”

Jim’s not listening any longer at what he says. He’s to busy trying not to melt under Bones’ nimble fingers, to distracted by the heavenly touch. So it’s no wonder that he protests when it stops, as Bones takes his hand away. He’s not proud of the amount of whining that has come out of his mouth already, and it’s not even lunch time.

Fuck, to what mess have love and Bones reduced him?

But Bones just laughs, so Jim can’t be too mad about it.

“Come on, Jim. Get in the shower, I’ll make some coffee in the meantime. After I had a cup, we can talk about what happened last night.”

So Jim gets out of the bed reluctantly, and shuffles into the bathroom. He hurries to get himself clean, since he doesn’t want to give Bones too much time to change his mind, so he uses the sonic shower, even though he would prefer some hot water.

At least he feels better now, his headache is nearly gone and the nausea has stopped, thanks to Bones’ magic hangover hypo.

All in all he doesn’t take more than ten minutes, hurries out to his cupboard to grab some new clothes. When he’s finally dressed, he doesn’t know how to go on from there. He’s unsure about what happens next, or about what should happen.

To be honest, he’s terrified, cause this has never happened to him before. He has never been in love before.

What is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to talk about? What if he’s doing this completely wrong? Or going to fuck up?

Maybe Bones will come to the conclusion that he doesn’t want Jim. That the blond’s just too much work to be worth it, and that in the end it’ll be the best for them to part ways.

Jim wouldn’t be able to live with that. If that’s the outcome, maybe pining forever would have been better. Sure, there’d always be a what if, but he wouldn’t also have been let down. And he could still cling to the dream of Bones loving him back, but that would be shattered the moment he ends their friendship.

Bones returns a while later to Jim still standing in the room, caught like a deer in headlights, lost in his thoughts.

“Jim? You with me, kid?”

The blond startles at the sudden noise, and can’t erase the fear from his face in time. Bones smiles at him softly and reaches him one of the two cups in his hands.

“Come on, let's sit down and get done with that talk.”

And with that he sits down on his bed, sips on his coffee, looking expectantly at Jim. Who still has no idea what to do. He feels so lost, but in the end he sits down on his own bed towards Bones. He’d prefer sitting next to the other man, to feel him close and lean into him, but he has a feeling that it wouldn’t be welcome.

For some minutes they just keep staring at each other, Bones repeatedly sipping on his coffee, while Jim’s rests forgotten in his own hands. He tries to figure out what Bones could be thinking, as the other man seems to be so collected and cautious. Maybe he regrets what had happened last night?

The silence becomes awkward, and Jim has no idea what to do about it. He’s out of his depth, needs Bones to lead him through whatever this is. Finally, when the brunet finishes his coffee and puts his mug down on the floor, the silence ends.

“Ok kid, you stay with what you said last night?”

Jim just nods, and so Bones goes on with a sigh.

“Fine. But seriously, don’t expect too much from me. I’ve got enough baggage from here to Georgia to last me through a lifetime. Love isn’t as easy as you expect it to be. It’s hard, exhausting and can become ugly really fast.”

Jim gets antsy, cause he still hasn’t got an answer to the one question that matters the most to him. If the answer is no, then there’s no more need to talk. He puts his mug down on the floor, he’s too nervous to stomach coffee now.

“But do you love me?”

Bones stops with his rambling, and stares at Jim disbelievingly, his eyebrow arching up nearly into his hairline.

“Of course I do, why else would we need to talk?”

Jim feels immediately relieved, lets out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in.

“Fuck Bones, it’s not as if I can read minds.”

He starts to feel uncomfortable, as he’s not used to talk about his feelings, even hates it to a degree, but if he won’t do it now, he’ll probably loses any chance he has with Bones. So he keeps talking.

“And to be honest, I don’t know what to expect. It’s not as if have any idea what to do from here on. I’ve never been in love before, or did allow myself to come so far with someone. And do you think I don’t have any baggage? Seriously, I’m a Kirk, it comes all with the name.”

“You’ve never been in love?”

“Is that all you you took from what I said?”

Jim’s back to pouting, he knows it, but how can he not when Bones stares at him with that teasing grin? He turns his head down, doesn’t want Bones to catch him vulnerable. But it’s too late anyway, since Bones gets up from his bed, walks over to the blond and crouches down in front of him. He reaches up, takes Jim’s face in his hands and makes him look down at him.

“So I’m the first person you ever told that you loved them?”

Jim suddenly realizes that his friend isn’t playing with him, if anything he seems to be touched.

“You know, this makes me feel very special, darlin’.”

And Jim just can’t wait any longer, so he leans down and finally kisses Bones. It’s perfectly sweet, even better than the night before, and Jim never wants it to stop. But unfortunately they have to part at some point, since breathing still is an annoying necessity. Jim leans back, to look at Bones who’s smiling at him softly.

“What are we going to do now, Bones?”

“I’d say we keep going, looking where it’ll take us. It won’t be all sunshine the whole time, but if you’re still willing to try, we can work through it together.”

For Jim, this sounds like the best plan and more than he’d ever dreamed of.

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Bad matchmaking

Pairing Scotty x reader

Fandom Star Trek Aos

Summary You confess your feelings to the captain and he tries to help you with setting you up with the wrong person

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: mention of a crash

A/N: I tried to mention as many characters as I could Hope you all like it

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‘’Three more moves and I will finally beat you for once.’’ You calculated how to take Christine’s king after losing four times straight. You were both skilled at chess but you played more for fun. You got tired and asked Carol to advise you about your moves beforehand. Now she was watching you play being proud of how well you followed her advice.

‘’See (Y/N), you can be an extremely difficult opponent when you focus on the game. Queen to C4.’’ Christine studied the board anticipating your next move.

‘’I am playing to enjoy my free time. I am not competitive like the rest of you. Yesterday Leonard was staring me down to distract me while we were playing. And that’s part of what I'm doing now. Rook to B6. Check.’’

After you won the game you thank Carol for her help.

‘’Wait, was she helping you the whole time? And you left to play by myself?’’ Christine pretending to be annoyed by her friend’s betrayal.

‘’No, she was just my mentor. I wanted to win at least once this week. To gain some confidence before the mission on Friday. I haven’t been on such an important mission before and I am a little worried.’’

‘’Don’t worry about it, Ensign. You will have the best people there with you. Jim said taking a seat next to you with Jaylah. You hadn’t noticed them earlier and he scared you a little.

‘’I know that Jaylah will protect both you and Scotty while away. And Lieutenant Collins knows what to do in the event of hostiles, he has been attacked once and beat them. There is nothing to worry about.’’ His reassuring words thought fell on deaf ears because right at that moment the people he was talking about entered the room. And all you did was to stare at the man you had fallen in love with since you started working at the enterprise, Montgomery Scott. You met in your first week when he came by your room to check on Jaylah, your roommate, who had broken her arm. She was asleep at the time so you made sure Scotty knew you were taking care of his friend. His charm and his caring personality are what drew you to him and in a few months, you ended up daydreaming about dating him.

‘’Are you listening to me?’’ Jim interrupted your thoughts.

‘’No sorry. What were you saying?’’ You turned to face the captain and give him your undivided attention.

‘’Nothing important. Now, I’m pretty sure I know why you weren’t paying attention to me.’’ He smiled knowingly at you.

‘’You know?’’ You thought you had kept your crush a secret from everyone.

‘’It’s obvious (Y/N). You are staring that I would try to believe you are trying to read his mind.’’

‘’Please don’t tell him anything. I will try to find the perfect opportunity to confess my feelings myself.’’

‘’Of course, don’t worry about it. I promise to say nothing. Now, you should go get everything ready for your mission.’’ He watched you leave and took another look at the men across the room. Scotty was still talking to Lieutenant Collins about something, the chief engineer was obviously passionate about while the other man seemed a little bored. At that moment Jim felt happy he only promised not to talk but you didn’t say anything about meddling. So, he came up with a plan to help you find your opportunity.

For the next few months, it was like someone was trying to sabotage your changes with Scotty. You barely saw him and when you spotted him somewhere he was always busy. At first, you didn’t think anything of it, still, you began getting worried. What if Jim had told him about your feeling and he was afraid to reject you?

On top of that, you weren’t sent with him on missions anymore. It was like Jim thought you and Collins made a good team you were sent everywhere together. When a linguist and an engineer were needed someone, it was always the two of you. You started getting sick of seeing his face. Not that he wasn’t attractive still you missed the time you get to spend with Scotty. You would talk about the ship, your families or your home back to Earth. You knew it would be a stupid decision to question the captain but you thought that asking him about it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe after the next mission.

So, when a spaceship crashed, you found yourself on the rescue team. You were sent to communicate with any survivors so they will aboard the ship and then allow the doctors to treat them.

The mission was hard but you and the rest of the team managed to bring all the survivors on board. The engineers that were on the team were able to salvage some of the spaceship’s part in order to be included in making the new one for the crew. You were proud of yourself since it was a major success and you finally used some of the languages that your supervisor had taught you.

However, the bliss you felt from completing the mission didn’t distract you from the conversation you wanted to have with the captain. You just had to make sure to voice everything like you wanted to gain experience working with some other members too and not as a complaint against lieutenant Collins.

‘’Hey (Y/N) congratulations on the mission today. All our patients seem to feel at ease with you and were thankful they could communicate with someone. Great job.’’ Christine complimented you.

‘’Thanks Chris, I appreciate it. Listen, I can’t talk right now and I bet you still have a lot of work. Do you mind if we talk about this over breakfast tomorrow?’’ Your eyes were once on her and once scanning the corridor for Jim.

‘’Of course (Y/N), are you looking for something?’’

‘’Yes, Jim, have you seen him?’’

‘’He was just here to be briefed by doctor McCoy about the patients. He said he was going to his quarters to work on something.’’

‘’Thank you, Chris. I will see if I can find him there.’’

Just as your friend mentioned Jim was in his quarters making sure all the parts of the crashed ship had been properly cataloged to be sent back so they can be part of the new ship. He was done when you showed up and asked to talk to him.

‘’(Y/N) just the person I wanted to see. One of them to be exact. I will plan a little celebration for our mission when the crew of the USS Gladiator is all healed. And I would love to honor all the team who achieved it. What do you day?’’ He motioned you to sit with him on the couch.

‘’That would lovely both of us and for them. To left their spirit a little. However, there is something I would like to discuss with you. I don’t want you to take this personally or as a complaint. Just as a question.’’ You paused trying to find the right words even if you had practiced this in your head all the way. Jim didn’t interrupt you, he was curious and let you speak when you were ready.

‘’Is there a reason I’m always on away missions with the same people? I mean, I could learn some more things if you change the structure of the teams.’’ You looked hopefully at him hoping he would agree with you.

‘’I see your point and I do believe it’s a good strategy. But I would hate to break you and Collins apart. You seem to work fine together and honestly, I am expecting a thank you for pairing the two of you together for so long.’’

‘’Why would I thank you, Jim? It’s not like he is the best engineer to work with. I would thank you if you paired me up with Scotty because he is the best, or with any of my friends.’’

‘’What do you mean? I pair you with him so you can talk about how you are feeling. You told me you liked him.’’ You both looked confused by his conversation.

‘’I never said that. What are you talking about?’’

‘’Back before your first difficult away mission. Don’t you remember? I was trying to ease your concerns and you totally blew me off to stare at him.’’

That day came to your mind and you realized what had happened.

‘’Oh, my God Jim, I can’t believe this. I wasn't talking about him. If you remember that scene clearly, he didn’t enter the room alone.’’

‘’Yes, he was with... He tried to picture the scene. ‘’Scotty. He is the one you were talking about?’’

‘’Yes. I have been in love with him since my first week here. Please tell me you are the only person on the enterprise who knows about my apparent crush on Collins. You haven’t told him anything, have you?’’ You started panicking at the prospect of him believing you like him.

‘’No don’t worry. I haven’t told Collins anything about it. You should probably talk to Scotty though. With how much time you have spent with someone else he might have gotten the same idea I had.’’

‘’Jim you are absolutely right. I will go to talk to Scotty right now. Also, I'm not going to be able to have dinner with you tonight. I might end up making other plans.’’

‘’Of course, Ensign, just make sure you thank me later for my help.’’ You gave him an annoyed look. ‘’For making you admit your feelings by matchmaking you with another.’’ He giggled as you blew him a kiss and left to find your future boyfriend. However, what he failed to mention was that Scotty knew about his matchmaking plans from the beginning. He even helped execute some of them.

When you made it to engineering, Scotty was filing the reports from a previous away mission.

‘’Ensign (Y/LN), can I help you with something? I see here that your mission was successful. Congratulations on communicating so well with the survivors of the crash. I am sure Lieutenant Uhura must be proud of you.’’

‘’She is, all the survivors seem to trust me enough to allow me to translate the doctors that are treating them.’’ You were excited about helping those poor people. However, your nerves were overwhelming.

‘’And I'm sure you worked perfectly with lieutenant Collins.’’ You were too focused on what you wanted to tell him to notice the tone of his voice.

‘’We worked well together. But I’m sure you mentioned it because you were aware of Jim’s plans, right?’’ His eyes fell worrying you have figured out he was hoping to be in Collins’ position. However, you thought he was just sorry for helping Jim. He nodded without saying anything out of fear that his voice would crack.

‘’Well… that shows us that even though he is a certified genius our captain can sometimes be a little dense.’’ You approached Scotty and stood in front of him.

‘’He was right about me having feelings for someone. Just got the person wrong.’’ You hoped that you had given him enough clues to realize what you were implying.

‘’What do you mean? Who is the right person?’’ He dared to feel hope even after telling himself for months that you wouldn’t look at him.

‘’A beautiful guy who can always make me feel safe around him. Who makes sure I’m comfortable after any jump and who once had to carry me to the med bay. Who has an amazing sense of humor and the most adorable accent I have ever heard. Do you believe he will ever let me be more than just friends?’’ You looked into his eyes to determine the answer yet he beat you to it.

‘’Absolutely, he would a fool not to. Only an idiot would deny the opportunity to date such a beautiful creature. One that can brighten up the room with their presence and who can be reasonable even when angry. And I would like to know if that person would like to have dinner with me.’’ He shyly reached for your hand.

‘’Of course, I would. Let me change clothes and I will meet you in the dining hall.’’ You gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. You walked fast to your room and he stayed touching the area your lips were just on, both of you with wide smiles on your faces.

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daehwifi · 6 years

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KAICHOU WA MAID-SAMA . | KANG DANIEL

SUBTITLE: MAID SAMA!

- admin xion’s a hoe for daniel

genre: fluff member: kang daniel word count: 1, 500 requested: no side notes: wOWIE THIS ANIME SERIES IS GOING WELL !! TYSM GUYS

prompt: where daniel, the school president along side you (also the boy you hate) finds out you work at a maid cafe

SHOUJO SERIES

where admin xion rewrites plots of shoujo animes and replaces the characters with wanna one members [won’t be exactly similar to the anime]

PART 2 : kaichou wa maid-sama (pt2)

seongwoo : ao haru ride jihoon : isshakun friends guanlin : kimi no na wa woojin : tonari no seki jinyoung : hotarubi no mori e minhyun : orange

“and that wraps up our meeting,” daniel announces as you cringe your forehead a bit

“wait- what no, we still have to go over the principals idea of adding new security cameras,” you blurt as daniel rolls his eyes

“no one wants to listen to that, you guys can go now,” daniel finalizes as you gritted your teeth

the student council members leaves as daniel looks at you with a sheepish smile that turned into a smirk, raising an eyebrow

“someone’s pissed,” he mumbles as he lightly hits the two pages of the review you both had to go over this meeting on the head

“daniel we were supposed to take these up- this is why i hate having you as the president of the student council as well,” you scoffed

daniel smiled warmly and messed up your hair, treating you like a child as his smile went from ear to ear

“love ya too princess,” he whispers in your ear as he walks off

you rolled your eyes and checked the time on your phone

there were a few more minutes until your shift begun

and not a ‘few more minutes’ type of panic but more like you were safe and knew you were able to make it on time

leaving the school, you shoved papers of printings into your backpack and took the bus, leading to your work place

you worked at a maid cafe

simply because it was convenient

it was far enough that no one from school would go there

and it wasn’t too far from your home

it paid well and despite having to wear a maid costume (that you were slowly getting used to not gonna lie), serving people wasn’t that hard

unless they were harassing you- then that’s a different story

entering work, the same co-workers greeted you

the environment was warm and welcoming

your boss was pretty chill as your co-workers were extremely kind and sweet to you

you headed in the back to get change

it was your typical maid cafe outfit

the poofy skirt with the white lace

you even had the headband on as your swept your hair to the side, exposing the right side of your neck

heading out, you swiped your employee card signing in and beginning your shift

doing the usual, you swerved cups and plates of food

you weren’t the ‘entertainers’

some of your co-workers would be the ones doing all the cute stuff that people find it as an act

but in reality, their naturally like that so it’s nothing really

when you heard the bell rung, signalling someone was entering, you looked at the new customer as the familiar face made you burn your hand with hot water a bit

“Y/N! YOUR HAND!” your boss yelled as you quickly noticed

your hand began to sting as your boss threw a cold towel over it

“are you okay?” she asks

you nod as your mood suddenly becomes bitter

but of course, despite your small injury, you forced yourself to continue working despite your boss allowed you to take it easy on your hand

the bills don’t pay themselves

gritting your teeth, you gave the menu to the familiar face that had a huge smirk across from it

“for fuck sakes, why are you at a maid cafe?” you blurt

“because i wanted to drink coffee and there’s not other coffee stores around here so i came here,” daniel replied as he rose an eyebrow

you rolled your eyes as he eyed you up and down

“cute,” he mumbles

“disgusting,” you blurt, wanting to throw a cup of hot tea into his face

“okay but- who’s that girl over there? she’s cute as heck,” daniel instantly averts his attention towards hyeein, a co-worker with strawberry blonde hair and pig tails

“none of your business, god- can you just go?”

“i mean- why are you working here? the student council president and one of the most bossiest girls i know works at a maid cafe,” daniel teased as you scoffed, slowly loosing patience

“shut up about this topic,” you mumbled

“and what if i don’t?”

“daniel- i swear to god,”

“serve me a cup of coffee in a plastic cup with a straw and i’ll consider,” he orders as you aggressively (and forcefully) smile

walking away, you could still feel his glare upon you

your co-workers seemed to notice your bitter mood besides hyeein, who seemed to have caught daniel’s attention

they were talking and laughing as your actions became a bit more forcefull

you wanted to hide and possibly die in a grave please and thank you

going back to his table, you lightly slammed the plastic cup against his table as hyeein jumped a bit, noticing how your mood was a bit flop sided

“are you okay?” she asks worriedly

“yeah y/n, are you okay?” daniel teases as you force a smile

“do you two know each other?” hyeein proceeds to ask

“oh yes- we know each other, very well,” daniel provokes as you were on the urge of throwing this cup of coffee into his face

luckily, your boss called hyeein over as she ran off

“can you fuck off?” you cursed under your breath

“nah, i’m good,” he replies as he goes through the menu carefully

“and don’t worry. i won’t tell anyone about your secret job,” he mumbles softly, not making eye contact

those words made you feel the tiniest bit at ease as you nodded

“can you stop bothering me now?”

“no- never. but since i did come to this cafe without even knowing you existed, then sure. for now, i’ll fuck off,” he spoke as he winked at the end

you rolled your eyes and walked away

throughout the rest of your shift, daniel still remained at his seat either playing games on his phone or staring around

he did as he promised and stopped calling you or bothering you

a group of men soon entered as they looked a bit drunk

sighing, you forced yourself to do your job

giving them the menu’s they were already trying to hit on you as you rolled your eyes and forced a small smile

“well look at you pretty little thing,” one said as you winced a bit, hiding it

“are you single?” another asked as you didn’t know how to respond

“yes- she’s very single and probably wouldn’t date anyone like you because firstly, you’re probably twice her ages and secondly, you’re drunk!” daniel announces

turning around, you saw daniel with one of his hands shoved inside his pocket while he had his cup of coffee in the other, straw still in his mouth

“what’s that?” the man with the loose tie blurts as he stands up and hovers over daniel

“you heard me the first time buddy,” daniel scoffs, chuckling in between

“daniel-”

“please get out before you make a fool of yourself. i’ve already embarrassed this fine young lady enough so no need for you to attempt,” daniel interrupts as you notice his fist was clenched a bit

the group scoffs as they roll their eyes and leave easily, cursing

“daniel what was that-”

“see you at school,” he mumbles bluntly as he leaves

the next day soon rolled around as you groaned to yourself

daniel now knows the fact that you work at a maid cafe

as an incident happened that same day as well

going to school, of course the devil himself as in class

he had a smirk across his face as you passed by him

the class was a bit empty, with one or two students also in there

“daniel i swear to god,” you mumbled

“you looked cute,” he compliments as he holds out his phone

your eyes gawked at his home screen, in which was a picture of you he took the other day

“i mean, look at that smile,” he adds with a cheeky wink

you punched him roughly in the chest as he retreated a bit

“daniel! change your wallpaper!” you whispered harshly since there are still some students in the class

daniel chuckled as he shook his head

“nope, i promised to keep it a secret and so i’m fulfilling it,” he spoke

“by making me in a maid costume as your wallpaper?” you blurt a bit more loudly, attempting to take his phone

daniel quickly grabbed it before you did as you tried to take it out of his hand

“gIVE ME IT” you ended up yelling

“why yOU LOOK GOOD IN IT!” daniel blurts as he extends his arm a bit as you still followed

daniel suddenly swung his arm behind him and like a cat with a red light you followed and ended up bumping into his chest

you could hear his faint chuckle as you instantly tried to retort

daniel used his hand and pushed your back so you’d stay against his chest

“i’ll see you at the cafe later,” he whispers into your ear

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