#you act as their mediator just this once but then they see you cry and are just standing there like 🧍🏻

[itoshi-s]

poly nagireo thoughts again 🧘🏻‍♀️

[heizlut]

omg this is the first time i do this bc i always think i become a burden when i request sth🫠 BUT I PLUCKED MY COURAGE BC I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE A BOMB ASS IDEA BUT MY WRITING CAPABILITIES CANNOT DO IT JUSTICE. Ok so🫢 childhoofriend!/meandom!genshu lin x childhoodfriend!/sub!reader x childhoodfriend!/teasedom!jiyan after the war (lets pretend genshu didnt disappear/get unalived) and they release their pent up emotions by doing the deed and of course reader is more than happy to welcome them. Reader has enough holes for the two as you said😚😚

POOKIEEEE ILYSM🥹🫶🏼 i hope you like this!!!!!

What are Best Friends For?

〰cw: none

〰tags: sub fem!reader, mean dom!geshu lin, teasing dom!jiyan, all childhood besties with each other, creampie, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, double penetration, anal, a lil degradation, throat fucking, a dash of stinky angst in the beginning

〰nsfw under the cut

〰m!list here

You always worried for your two best friends considering they were always at each other's throats, always arguing about battle strategies, what was right and wrong, or accusing the other of spending more time with you. You still did your best to act as a mediator or to provide them with whatever type of support they needed, no questions asked.

And right now, they both needed you. More than ever.

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Standing in the middle of battleground, the retroact rain surrounds both of them and all of Geshu Lin's soldiers. If looks could kill, Jiyan would be dead on the spot with the way Geshu Lin glowers at him. Jiyan stands his ground, "This isn't right. There's something wrong with this rain. It would be wise to retreat unless you really want everyone to die here."

Geshu Lin's tongue runs across his teeth before speaking in a biting tone, "Last I checked, you were only a combat medic." He scoffs, speaking again with disdain, "If thousands of my men must die, then so be it. Now shut up and keep moving." Jiyan stands there as the general turns away, barking orders at his soldiers, rage and concern bubbling up inside of him.

They both promised you they would be safe, that they would return home to you unscathed. But with Geshu Lin's bullheaded pride, the chances of coming home to the girl they both loved in their own way seemed unlikely. Jiyan couldn't allow Geshu Lin to go through with this.

"General, listen to me", he calls out. Geshu Lin ignores him at first continuing on until Jiyan's next words make him stop dead in his tracks. "What about y/n...? We made her a promise. Do you truly intend to break it?", Jiyan's voice is sad, almost desperate. Desperate for his arrogant childhood friend to just listen to him for once.

Geshu Lin stands still for a few moments before partially turning back to face Jiyan with narrowed eyes. He can see the sincerity and concern in Jiyan's expression, making something twist inside of his chest. "Put aside your pride, Geshu... Stop this before there is no going back", he pleads with deep resolution.

Geshu Lin grits his teeth, fully turning to look at Jiyan. "I'm doing this because of y/n, not because you personally told me to retreat", he growls out. Relief washes over Jiyan's features, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

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You stand there pacing back and forth by the front window of your house, gnawing at your fingernails, worried as hell for the men you cared for so deeply. Only a few moments later do you hear their voices as they walk up the path towards your home, arguing with each other as usual.

You throw open your front door, running out to meet them with teary eyes and a smile that wobbles as you try not to cry tears of relief, "You're back! I was so worried I-" Jiyan pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing in your sweet scent.

"No need to worry anymore, I'm here...", he coos softly earning him a harsh glare from Geshu Lin. Geshu Lin pulls you from Jiyan's grasp and into his own embrace. "I'm here too", he speaks through gritted teeth, keeping his golden eyes narrowed at Jiyan who gives him an incredulous look in return.

You breathe out a laugh as Geshu Lin practically squeezes the life out of you, "I'm happy you're both here." You pull back slightly, only able to because Geshu Lin allows you. You look between the two of them with a little smile, "Let's not fight. We're all here together, so let's enjoy this moment." Geshu Lin grumbles and Jiyan gives a hint of a smile.

"Tell me what I can do to make you both happy", you speak, eyes flitting between the two pairs of intense golden eyes as you offer a solution like you always do. Geshu Lin's lips twitch up in a slight smirk which Jiyan catches, releasing a breath as he addresses him, "Be nice, Geshu..." You raise a brow and Geshu Lin's smirk widens as something glimmers in his dangerous gaze, "No promises."

With that, Geshu Lin scoops you up, making you yelp in surprise as he carries you over his shoulder, practically kicking your door down as he enters your home with Jiyan following behind.

Once inside, Geshu Lin sets you down on the bed unceremoniously which makes you laugh out of both surprise and amusement. Jiyan stands by the edge of your bed, watching Geshu Lin's every move, golden eyes flickering between the two of you.

Geshu Lin begins to peel of his clothes piece by piece with a smirk plastered on his fierce but handsome face. His toned muscles ripple in the soft light of your room, pale cock twitching against his abdomen. Jiyan follows suit, stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile on the floor.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of your two best friends bared before you. Their bodies are different yet similar, equally captivating and littered with old scars. Jiyan is the first to move, kneeling between your legs as his hands travel up your thighs, "You're going to be a good girl for us, yeah?"

You breathe out a small 'yes', to his words, making the corners of his lips curl up as he stands back up, both men looking down at you with a mix of danger and pleasure in their eyes. "Then strip", Geshu Lin chimes in with a sharp command as he slowly strokes his cock.

Your breath hitches at his command. Sure this wasn't anything new between the three of you, but only ever separately. You never thought you would be pleasing them both at the same time, but you would do absolutely anything for them. You strip off your tank top and bra, nipples hardening as the cool air of your room brushes over them.

Next comes your shorts, fingers fumbling the with button and zipper as you tug them down your legs along with your panties, exposing yourself fully to your friends' hungry grazes. You watch as they exchange a glace, their silent communication passing through them as though they've finally agreed on something for once.

Their eyes linger on your body as if committing every inch of you to memory. They both approach with predatory grace, Geshu Lin stands close to your face and Jiyan stands in front of your spread legs. Geshu Lin takes your chin in his free hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Here's how this is gonna work, doll. You're gonna lay back and put your head over the side of the bed so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours", his voice steady and commanding.

He nods his head towards Jiyan, "And Jiyan here is gonna play with that pussy." "But don't you even think about cumming until I give you permission to do so", he growls out.

All you can do is nod before you lay back, positioning yourself in the way Geshu Lin told you to. Your head hangs off the side of the bed, Geshu Lin's cock throbbing in front of you as Jiyan crouches between your legs once more, licking his lips at the sight of your twitching hole.

Jiyan's fingers trace over your folds, spreading them as he exposes your wetness. Two fingers tease your entrance, watching intently as your juices glisten in the soft light and make his digits slick.

A soft gasp has your lips parting, allowing Geshu Lin to angle his cock into your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips when he pushes past your soft lips and stretches your mouth open.

The sudden intrusion makes you clench around nothing as Geshu Lin's taste floods your senses. A garbled moan rises from your throat as you feel Jiyan's fingers press against your wet entrance, teasing you before pushing inside. The dual sensations make your body quiver with need and lust.

Each noise you make sends shockwaves of pleasure through Geshu Lin's cock, making him thrust a little deeper. He reaches down, squeezing your breasts in his hands as if using them to anchor himself to you. "Fuuuck... That's right, doll. Take my cock", he moans as he forces his length deeper down your throat, making you choke slightly.

Jiyan's fingers continue to pump into you, his own cock throbbing with need when he feels you clench around his soaked digits, desperate for something bigger to fill you up. His thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub.

When Jiyan's finger curl up against your spongy, sweet spot, your back arches up, pushing your chest further into Geshu Lin's grasp. Geshu Lin releases one of your breasts only for his palm to crack down against it, making you let out a choked cry around his cock.

"You better hold off that orgasm, doll. I haven't finished yet", he growls. Jiyan chuckles as you writhe against the sheets, fingers continuously curling up inside of you. "Aww, having a tough time, love?", he coos teasingly, relishing in the way your body aches for more.

You try to speak, to beg them to allow you to cum, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers around Geshu Lin's throbbing cock. You squirm again, helpless against Jiyan's expert fingers, feeling as though your body is on fire. With a snarling growl, Geshu Lin pulls out of your mouth as you gasp for air, "Fuck it. Get on your hands and knees. I'd rather cum in your ass instead."

Jiyan's eyes snap up to his at his sudden change of mind, but pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss. Jiyan slides onto the bed, leaning back against your headboard as he beckons you towards him, cock twitching and leaking against his stomach, "Why don't you come up here and ride my cock, love?"

Geshu Lin gives him a sharp glare as he interferes with his plans. As you sit up, you look between the two men, one with a playful smirk on his lips as he pats his lap invitingly and the other has a dangerous look in his eyes that dares you to go against him. Geshu Lin scoffs when you crawl over to Jiyan, straddling his lap instead of following his orders.

Jiyan's smirk widens at your choice as he looks up at Geshu Lin, "Uh oh, seems she might have a favorite~" Geshu Lin snarls at his teasing words, but his eyes can't tear away from watching as you sink down on Jiyan's thick cock with a shuddering moan. Jiyan lets out his own breathy groan, eyes fluttering and head lolling back as he bottoms out inside of you.

Geshu Lin's own cock aches and leaks, still desperate to finish what he started. He climbs into the bed, positioning himself behind you. He grabs your hair, twisting it in his fist as he tugs your head back, "I'm not gonna let you two have all the fun."

He presses a searing kiss to your lips before releasing you as Jiyan's hands slide up your waist, pulling you to lean forward against him. With this new angle, Geshu Lin can see the girth of Jiyan's cock stretching out your cunt and your little asshole twitching in anticipation.

Finally, a little smirk plays on his lips as he lines up his tip with your smaller hole, spitting on it and watching as his saliva drips down towards Jiyan's cock. You suck in a breath when you feel it push and tease against the small ring of muscle.

Jiyan licks up your neck, nipping at your pulse point before pressing a soft kiss in the same spot. His breath ghosts against your slick skin as he teases you, "Relax... You can take it, can't you?"

You bite your bottom lip and nod, making the corners of his lips curl up as his eyes lock with Geshu Lin's in a silent confirmation before pressing another kiss to your neck, "Good girl." You let out a sharp cry as Geshu Lin pushing his cock into your ass the same time that Jiyan thrusts up into your wet cunt.

Geshu Lin hisses as your tight muscles throttle his length, "Fucking relax... Shit...." You feel so incredibly full having both of them inside of you at once, the sensation is utterly overwhelming. You try to hard to relax despite the insane stretch in both of your holes as your body struggles to accommodate them.

Jiyan reaches down, playing with you clit to help ease the pressure. "You're our good girl, aren't you, love..." You relax a little, your breasts squished against his broad chest as you whimper.

Jiyan's eyes flit back to Geshu Lin's with a nod. With zero warning, both men begin to thrust into you holes, making you gasp and moan so beautifully for them.

Both men let out husky groans, eyes rolling back as their cocks rub against each others through the thin layer of skin that separates them. The extra pressure and stimulation sends them reeling as they begin a steady, but brutal rhythm.

Jiyan's cock hits the deepest parts of you, pressing up against your cervix with each deep thrust, while Geshu Lin's cock pushes deep into your unexplored depths.

Tears spring in your eyes from both pleasure and pain. Jiyan continues to rub your clit furiously, bringing back that familiar heat that coils up inside of you as they ravish your holes.

Geshu Lin grips your jaw, tilting your head back as he kisses you with a heated and possessive passion. His tongue pushes and moves against yours as his grip tightens and his hips buck forward erratically.

Watching his friends kiss each other sloppily sparks a possessive and jealous flame within Jiyan. Wanting to bring your attention back to him, he grips your hips and thrusts up especially hard, smirking when you gasp against his friend's lips.

Geshu Lin rolls his eyes as he pulls away from your lips, but moves his hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly. "You're pathetic, you know that?", he scoffs.

You can't tell if that comment was meant for you or for Jiyan but the degradation of his words has you clenching down on both their cocks, making them moan.

Jiyan rubs your clit faster as he spurs on your impending orgasm, "Come on, baby. Cum for us." Your eyes flutter and Geshu Lin applies more pressure to your throat as he whispers harshly in your ear, "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock again. Bet you like being fucked in the ass, huh, doll?"

You whimper, wanting to protest but that would be a fucking lie. It doesn't take long for the coil inside of you to snap as your juices gush all over Jiyan's cock. Both holes milk their cocks for all they're worth as they both shudder and groan, releases load after load of sticky, hot cum inside of you.

Their cocks throb and twitch as they begin to soften inside of you. With another shared look between them, they pull out of you at the same time, making you mewl from overstimulation. Their golden eyes lock onto your holes as their cum drips and and dribbles down your thighs and onto the sheets below.

"Goddamn...", Geshu Lin rasps at the sight. Jiyan feels his spent cock twitch again, arousal pooling in his belly once more. You collapse against Jiyan as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Geshu Lin sits down beside him and puts his fingers under your chin, making you look to him.

"Give me a kiss", Geshu Lin's voice is softer now, but still holds that commanding edge. You lean towards him, pressing your lips to his gently. He sighs into the kiss, feeling all the tension release from his body. When you pull back, Jiyan redirects your gaze to him, pointing to his own lips with a slight teasing smile, "Me too, love."

You smile a little at both of their antics, but lean forward, kissing him just as softly. Jiyan smiles against your lips before you pull back. Looking between the two of them, your closest friends since childhood, you feel your heart ache with love in your chest.

Leaning forward, you embrace both of them, catching them off guard, "I love you both. I'm glad you're here with me." The sentiment makes them swell with emotions they would rather keep under wraps, but they both love you. They truly do. Always have.

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a/n: whew it got a lil emotional at the end there🥲

[niicoli]

Into the abyss

Part two of I loved you at on point

Love,love is beautiful thing and the source of many people’s happiness until it turns it’s back on you and abandons you in the dark. Leaving you bleeding and crying for a helping soul, and just as you finally start to go numb the silence washes over you like a blanket but not one of comfort.

To the point where the gods themselves try and lend their wisdom and strength to try and bring you up from drowning in the silence of your own.

And if that is to be true then why have the gods forsaken you, as you find yourself in the same hell where it all began and with the same people who made you feel worthless and numb.

You don’t know how they got you here or how they convinced you to allow them to bring your son with you, but you’ve always been weak to their sweet words.

No their demands of you and how they could always seem to find a way to bend you and pull you In every direction they wanted you to go in but you were still stuck in the silence.

So as you look around the hell you once knew you see that it’s void of your touch and existence like you were never there in the first place, but hasn’t it always been that way?

Even when you were in their grasp, The home was void of your memories or pictures you honestly don’t know how you couldn’t see it from the start, maybe because you were so stuck in a delusion of sweet nothings and passion you didn’t have your head screwed on tight.

But this time was different from then as when you arrived they had their other victim at the door waiting to greet them.

When the poor soul saw them they smiled at them like you use to when you were of delusion what was the saying again “ love is blind “ yeah that was it but not for you , not anymore well at least you hoped.

No matter how many times you have to tell yourself and try and convince yourself that you mean it you snap back to the reality of they still got you in this hellhole anyway.

As the silence walked with us and we finally sat down they told their victim to leave so they can talk to me, she silently looked at me curiously before excusing herself. So I guess this is when the integration begins…

“ so y/n how have you been ,fine I presume “ gojo says as he looks me up and down I always hated when he looked at me that way, like he he could see all my sins and wrong doings.

“ cut the crap what do you want from me this time” I bite back with as much venom in my words as possible but then again I hear that god awful chuckle and bile starts to rise in my throat. “Now , now y/n sato was just asking a question is that any way to talk to lovers .. or in the presence of our child”.

“Lovers, we were never lovers I was simply a puppet to you. Lovers wouldn’t do what you did and act like everything is okay and leave Sochi out of this you weren’t there “ I was able to get out before being cut off again,” ha not there, you didn’t tells us and don’t act like we didn’t have so much fun together mochi” gojo said with as much venom and bite in his words as mine from earlier.

Then the silence set back in place almost like it was the mediator of the situation “so did you fuck him” gojo sneered at you as if he had any right to accuse you with how fast they moved on,” and what if I did “ I said with no emotions I could see the glare in their eyes as all they tried do was look at my face for answers.

“ Then you’re more of a slut than I imagined “ gojo let out a chuckle with a smirk “ did you let him fuck you like we use to, oh and let’s not forget that dirty little trick with your tongue we taught you tch y/n your breaking our hearts “ geto continued to degenerate you and it was starting to get to you.

All the flashbacks of when you were here were starting to come back even the ones you tried to bury , all the accusations of when you would just talk to someone and they would tell you , you were flirting with them being a teasing little whore and bitch at you only for them to turn around and do the same.

But most of all the anxiety that was getting worse and worse as you sat here, the panic was starting to take over and soon the ringing was going to appear, but then you felt movement in your lap and glanced down noticing Sochi asleep in your arms and as to not disturb him you tried to stop shaking.

Shaking when did I start to shake?, but who cares I can calm down in the car but we’re did I put the key’s again oh god please not again not now, not in-front of them.

“ I think it’s time for me to go “ I say as I go to stand but I don’t know why my brain can’t comprehend my brain signals almost like my body is locked up almost as if I’m paralyzed.

But why, I didn’t have anything to drink or eat I was careful when touching anything so why can’t I move, god please I just want to leave “ now mochi what’s the rush besides we’re just spending time together since it’s been so long “ gojo says as he bounces Sochi up and down in his arms, but wait when did he grab him, when did he touch my baby I think as full on dread washes over me.

“ Now then love even though we are angry that you hid our beautiful son from us we can give you the benefit of the doubt, you we’re just confused and upset isn’t that right sato?” Geto says and gojo nods with him

But why couldn’t I say anything and when did suguru get so close, was I really just upset no I had a good reason right?

“ Now then let’s be a family again and everything will be just fine besides every family needs a mother and father “ geto grins as he picks you up in his arms “ and don’t worry about Nanami or your things we already informed Nanami that your not coming back” gojo says as he walks behind you and geto.

But the whole time you can’t seem to process their words as they carry you off deeper into the abyss and you can’t seem to process the blood on the floor of their victim as you finally drift off in the silence.

“Welcome home y/n we’ve truly missed you “.

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[the-amazing-wonderss]

Save me ROMEO!!

Inspo from the song 'Romeo and Cinderella' but not actually going with the meaning behind it, or maybe it does?? (Nothing smut related to it obviously) But it's however you want to see it honestly, so enjoy! ⎯ ☠️

Content: Hurt/comfort, Royal AU, Female reader, rushed and not properly proofread Summary: In which the reader is running away from an arrange marriage and needs saving!

Characters: Kou, Nene, Tsukasa

When there's something you don't know, It's only natural to want to find out. ⎯ I'm scared. Afraid that this marriage will take me away from you, my loyal knight. If only we could run away from this place and start anew, no titles or riches. Just you and me in this lone world, my dear Romeo.

[A knight in love with the Princess]

KOU is very dedicated and loyal to what he believes is right. Fighting and bringing justice to those who've committed any wrongdoings, while also leaning towards being a mediator when it comes to disputes breaking out. Thus, why he's your special knight, your only knight that you've kept by your side that you truly trust and can call a friend when you're both alone.

So to hear about the engagement? An arrange marriage decided on a whim by your parents? Kou wanted nothing more than to hold you right then and there as a way to protect you from their decision, but couldn't. That is, until you both went back to your room where you cried your woes to him.

It was hard to see the person he cared so, so much for, crying in his arms and having to accept you'd be taken away from him... After all, he was just a knight to you and nothing more.

But what if the story had changed? What if there was some sort of miracle where you didn't need to be married off? What if... You could be called his instead?

It was but a faint thought that only crossed his mind for a moment, but the way you shot up and agreed voluntarily? Immediately? He didn't know what else to say to you after hearing you'd jump on board with the idea.

Needless to say that there was already a plan formed out. A plan for you both to run away and start anew... A story, where the fairytale ended with an ending you decided for yourselves instead.

I'm a Juliet who wants to run away but don't call me by that name, we have to live happily ever after otherwise where's the fun? ⎯ My friend, my soulmate, whatever shall I do? I can't stand to be apart from you nor can I see myself being with someone who isn't you. Isn't that so odd? Are friends suppose to feel this way for each other? What shall I do, oh my sweet Romeo...

[A childhood friend in love with the Princess]

You've known your dear childhood friend, NENE, to be quite the romantic when it comes to love and marriage in general. Whenever you'd meet up with her, there was always something she had brewing ⎯ perhaps it was some sort of gossip she heard amongst the noble ladies, or another story she found and loved? But for once... The one time where you had invited her over for a cup of tea, she didn't have anything to say other than⎯

"Is it true... You're getting married?" Her face was downcast as she muttered out the question. When you answered her, you swore it drooped down even more.

But that's just how it is, is it not? An arrange marriage is nothing more than common knowledge to unite families together, a clear act with no meaning behind it whatsoever, but even so... Yourself and Nene couldn't help but still feel at a loss for words, even when coming to the conclusion that that's just how it is.

Days had turned into weeks and soon, you found yourself already in your wedding gown ⎯ ready for the ceremony to commence and for your life to change completely. And right by your side stood your dear maid of honour. Nene... Who complimented how gorgeous you looked in your dress, can only hope that your husband will treat you right.

But only just after saying that, you immediately broke down into tears, shocking the poor girl who tried her best to comfort you while also tearing up as well. Being a complete and utter mess in each other's arms, not wanting this to be your fate ⎯ you both had planned last minute to ditch the wedding entirely to run away. Far away, where no one can tell you two what to do anymore.

And even though it does end up a bit rocky, with how you both ran in dresses that soon became ruined with tears and mud splattered on them, the happy ending you've both been imagining since you were kids... Is finally coming true now, now that you both had each other.

Enough for you to bite me, enough to make me hurt. I'm the one you fell in love with, right? ⎯ I made a deal with the devil. He promised he'd get me out and take me far away from this place... That i'll finally be free from all my worries and tears, but can I really trust him? Sadly enough, I do. For he is my Romeo in wolf's clothing after all.

[A devil in love with the Princess]

This sly little devil was someone you met after getting married. Coming to your aid only later when he saw how miserable you were with your S/O. Arriving in your room late at night when you stood out in your balcony, by yourself, with no one around to even protect you (from him).

And even though he did come off as creepy at first and a bit insensitive when you told him about your situation, he surprisingly didn't leave. Instead, he actually stayed and listened to you rant your heart out at how terrible it was to even live in this foreign place with no one you knew by your side. He stayed, while others didn't.

Maybe you were a fool for actually trusting him that night and the next few nights after that, but he had always came without you even needing to call for him, and when he did come ⎯ he had always tried cheering you up, even if its in the most bizarre ways.

Though on one particular night, everything had quickly changed for you. Your S/O had found out you were talking with someone in secret and confronted you about it. Yelling and screaming were all heard from your chambers ⎯ but then suddenly stopped... Outsiders would've thought you both had finally settled down, but that was not the case whatsoever.

TSUKASA had made an appearance during the midst of the fight and wasn't at all bother by your S/O's confused shouting at who or what he is, Tsukasa's sole focus was all on you, just you. Eyes looking directly at you, to silently tell you to take the leap of fate and come with him. To make a deal with the devil himself to escape what was already hell for you.

That's what you wanted, right? To leave and be free, right? So why not take the chance with him? After all, he is your Romeo.

[bluepoodle7]

#MonsterxMediator #NauseAxe_404 #Nick #IfNickWasAIllbleedLevel #MyThoughts

When I first saw Nick from Monster x Mediator in a youtube let's play video he gave me Woodcutter lumberjack vibes mixed with a yandere lover.

I really like his design and the way he said he knew a character by a blog felt like something that would happen in Zable's realm jumping travels but not have the walkie talkie just randomly appeared in the room not knowing the place.

Zable would probably write the 100 pages story about him being a boss in a Illbleed fan game then the B movie plot twist is him killing the Illbleed worker "controlling" him then chop down the exit to just leave the park not wanting the prize money.

I mean what does a immortal being need with money?

But just leaves but with the love interest crying that they want the prize money.

I also imagine the longer the player takes in the level by using the item sensor collecting items to heal up before battle, just standing around letting the time go, or just seeing the new traps in the level.

I can see Nick gets bored of waiting and just kills the Illbleed control worker and when you walk in the boss room he acts like you stood him up on a date but it was actually the boss battle with the boss room trashed up with axe marks everywhere.

Then you actually have to battle him to get him to leave with a axe yourself.

But you finally get to use your items in battle which is a first and last time this would happen would to give him a newly written story which would stop the battle with a cutscene of him just reading it sitting down.

Would be funny for the player to rescue him out of the level but you don't get the extra prize money for completing the level on time to get a different cutscene.

I imagine the gimmick of the level is the time limit your character gets before entering the boss battle stage.

The longer you take the more B movie silly the cutscene will be while if you do it on time it would be a normal cutscene with the Illbleed worker still alive.

But in the story you get more points when you get the B movie cutscene.

When the character is fighting Nick I can imagine the player also having a Axe themselves to attack and having a long robot glove hand weapons that pushes him close to the boss exit.

The goal is not to kill Nick but it's like a sumo wrestling match to which person gets pushed close to the either of the doors which would stop the battle.

If the player wins then a cutscene would him leaving the boss area while the Illbeed workers try to capture him but he pushes them out the way killing them.

If Nick wins it depends on the time limit.

If you are on time then he can kill you with his axe or choke the player which will cause a bleeding death or strength empty.

If the time limit if past then when Nick was going to kill you with his axe then a robot worker steps in to catch the blade then tells the player to run to the goal with him chasing you with the blood all over him which means he killed that worker.

Once you reach the goal of the level ends and you renter the hubworld where he's just there to chat with the player like he's a actor in a movie that was just playing how role.

Maybe see him drinking a couple of Hassy with the cans around him.

Also have Nick do that laugh he does and have the player randomly laugh back but awkwardly while saying "Why are we laughing?" then have the cutscene just end like Nick was going to say something but the game cuts him off.

If Nick had a Pokémon team.

He would have a shiny Haxorus as his main Pokémon for comfort.

Nick would have a Golurk too as a swapout for the last Pokémon.

Image not mine but link is there.

Haxorus - #612 - Serebii.net Pokédex

Pokémon Team Planner (richi3f.github.io)

Golurk - #623 - Serebii.net Pokédex

Basically the Illbleed styled fight but would have a Killerman boss stage with room to run around in and maybe try to make Nick trip due to how tall he is then just push him with the long range hand weapon to push him out of the stage.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr: #Illbleed #WoodcuttersAxeWeapon #TheAxeWeapon The Woodcutters Axe and I like it that this Axe shrinks. 6:36 (On...

Now I want art trade of Nick and a Woodcutter enemy to swap clothes.

That would be awesome.

I can also see my oc Zable Fable say when finally pushing Nick to the exit with the long robot glove hands weapons.

"It's time to catch these hands."

I wish we got more info on Nick from Monster x Mediator.

If Zable Fable would interview him and ask questions like.

"Can you let me hold your Axe and talk to you?"

"Like does his species bleed?"

"What is his favorite food?"

"Have you touched any grass lately?"

"Have any other hobbies besides my blog and me?"

"How long have you had your axe?"

"Are you single?"

"Do you have any friends or family and can I meet them?"

"Can I see your face and are you okay?"

"What's is your favorite color?"

"Do you like to travel places? "

"Want to travel with me to random places?"

"Am I cringe?"

"How you are feeling big guy?"

"Am I your first superstar or just one of many?"

"How do you get your teeth so white and nice looking?"

"I know you say you are broken but I can try to help repair you."

"What was your childhood like as a Soulless Beast if you had one?"

The games, videos, and images not mine but links are there.

MONSTER X MEDIATOR by HeadLocker (itch.io)

Ringside but the reporter never shuts up (youtube.com)

If someone can customized Nick in Soul Calibur that would be cool.

Like him having Astaroth or Berserker body type with his axe in hand.

I would give Nick the Soul Edge axe.

This is what I think Nick sounds like.

Soul Calibur II - Astaroth English Voice Clips (youtube.com)

Video Game Voice Comparison- Astaroth (Soul Calibur) (youtube.com)

I wish Soul Calibur was on the switch so I can try my best to customized John Doe and Nick so they can fight each other.

Maybe make Zable Fable too.

If John Doe was in Soul Calibur I think Voldo would be a good body type for a custom character since he attacks weird and Nick is Astaroth.

Video not mine but link is there.

Soul Calibur 2 - Voldo arcade mode (youtube.com)

I would also put Alex Blood in Soul Calibur as a custom character.

Since Alex Blood or Sanya is 8 ft tall.

So how tall is Nick or NauseAxe_404?

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - #Alex Blood

(If Zable Fable had kids with Nick.)

If Nick and Zable had kids then the species would be called a Soulless Fella if it's more Soulless Beast in appearance with pointy ears and a Funny Beast it would be more jester like.

Both offspring would both have stitching on their bodies and look humanoid with tails.

This one really feels like him.

Soulcalibur V - Astaroth Voice Set (youtube.com)

Berserker | Soulcalibur Wiki | Fandom

Soulcalibur 2 HD Online - Extra Arcade with Astaroth - YouTube

Best Astaroth designs? : r/SoulCalibur (reddit.com)

Berserker | Soulcalibur Wiki | Fandom

Soul Edge (Axe) | Soulcalibur Wiki | Fandom

Another good voice for Nick.

My favorites 0:37, 0:41-0:44, 0:48-0:49,0:58-1:00, 1:40-1:42, 3:32-3:33, 3:36-3:44, and 3:45-3:46.

Video not mine but link is there.

Soulcalibur VI - Astaroth Voice Set (youtube.com)

Zable Fable Interactions With Nick

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Zable Fable would be shocked if any version of the character blocked Nick and would said it was a accident due to the blog website this character used had too many fake sexy bot accounts that were spamming their page then accident blocked him before checking out his account.

Maybe have Zable say this while unblocking him in real time.

" I'm sorry dawg so no hard feelings."

If Fable was in control will try to eat Nick's axe this is in Zable's human vessel body to stop that attack that was harming the vessel body.

It's like storing a weapon for later but within the body.

Fable will give the weapon back if they feel like it's the right time.

Fable while in Zable's vessel body would have Nick's axe stored in the vessel body would try to trick Nick into running at the vessel trying to choke them while Fable holds onto the door knob to open it if he gets close to successfully get him out the room.

Have Fable cough back up the axe to give back to Nick then have Nick hitting the vessel like fall down bear.

Videos not mine but link is there.

Fall Down Bear! (youtube.com)

Illbleed (Dreamcast) Part 24 (youtube.com)

If I my art was really good I would draw Nick as a Wood Cutter in the outfit as last minute enemy in woodpuppets that replaces the boss of level 3 since it wasn't working.

Video not mine but link is there.

Illbleed Lumberjack (youtube.com)

Zable would probably would give Nick this weird Meanies headless duck plush this character randomly found.

I wonder how he would react to that?

Images not mine but the plush is mature and link is there.

Meanies Series 2 Donnie Didn't Duck Bean Bag Plush | eBay

Nicknames Zable Fable would give Nick.

Fanboy, Stitch, Mr. Woodcutter, Axe Master, Soul Calibur, Rhino Guy, Meme Man, Superfan, Big Man, Mystery Guy, Reala, Big Smiley Nerd, Laughing Man, Shy Guy, Monster Mash, Error Code Man, and Mr. Noms.

[tsunderedoctor]

Hey! How are you doing? I was wondering if you could do an emergency request? If it’s okay and you feel like it, can I request Ace, Sabo, Luffy, and Zoro just helping you through a tough time with your family? Like you’re getting into arguments with your parents and it’s been bringing down your mood and mental health for a while. Like how they’d notice something is wrong, how’d they feel, and how’d they help you kinda thing. I’ve been going through a hard time with my family lately and it really sucks because we were actually doing pretty okay before. You can totally ignore this if you want. I hope you have a good day and are taking care of yourself!! *sends virtual hugs*

I’m doing the best that I can be, thank you for asking! I hope these help you in some way, remember it’s okay to argue sometimes, but just sending out an important reminder that I’m proud of you and I love you, just in case if you haven’t heard it lately! 💜

Ace is the king of daddy issues, so he understands not getting along with your family sometimes. Part of him however, envies you for having the ability to argue with your parents. Sure he has Whitebeard, but something inside him is missing and he feels it grow when he sees you react with your family. 

When you come to him for advice or comfort, he does his best to listen to your words and tries to empathize with you while also helping you see your parent’s point of view. He’s a great mediator between the three of you sometimes!

When he is in the area of an argument, he tries to use humor as a way to distract the situation. He hates confrontation and doesn’t like to see you or your parents upset (he starts to see them as his own parents now too). Once the atmosphere is calm, he brings up good memories you guys had together to help bring you closer. 

When you two are alone though, he comforts you with his words, reminding you how great you are and that even if this moment feels like your parents are angry with you, they still love you and want you to live a happy life. 

Sabo was the rebel child in his biological family, so seeing your family and you argue reminds him of his own toxic family. He understands that families fight sometimes, but it leaves a bitter feeling in his chest when he sees the people he cares for unhappy.

Will do his best to be the referee for you guys, keeping things logical as emotions flare up. Also has no problem moving you or them out of the room, letting each other cool off before coming back into the room to talk things out. 

He’s not one for respecting his elders, if people respect him than he will respect them back. So if your parents aren’t respecting your choices, he will take your side in a heart beat. Consider it as his rebel side coming out, he can’t help but want anarchy.  

Despite being quite the brat, he is amazing at coming up with ideas to make up with your family! Whether it be doing the dishes for your mom, or watching a tv show with your dad, he gives you ideas to help mend the sore relationship!

Luffy is quite the riot himself, so he is similar to Sabo in how he will act. He hates when people make his loved ones cry or upset, but seeing that your family is also his loved ones now, he feels torn. He doesn’t know what side to pick and usually agrees with the one he sees fit. 

That doesn’t mean he won’t try to comfort you though! Expect lots of hugs and kisses from this man! He’s a physical affection lover and likes to show his love through that tunnel. He also might share his prized meats with you if you are really down in the dumps!

He might not be the best listener out of the four, but he tries his best to! His ADHD mind just goes haywire and he loses focus easily. He does care about you though and will use his distractions as a way to make you something to cheer you up with!

Makes dumb faces to cheer you up and make you smile! He likes seeing you smile the best, so he will do whatever it takes to get that grin back on you cheeks! Even if it means making a fool of himself in the process! 

Once tears are involved, this marimo disappears from the world! He freezes up and slowly sneaks away as you cry your heart out. He loves you to death, don’t get him wrong, but handling someone who is crying is not his strong suit! 

Prefers you to come to him for solutions or a listening ear, he can handle those moments perfectly fine. Can’t slash them? Well, just avoid them for a bit until you cool off. Will also take you out sparring to help get the frustration out of your system!

Is not a referee, once you and your parents start the fight, he peaces out. He loves you and your family, but still feels this is something he shouldn’t be involved in. It’s family matters, and he feels he isn’t that close to being family just yet.

Totally the type to go water the lawn or feed the cat, anything to get him out of the room. You can talk to him when it’s over, for now he will find some tasks that need to be done to help lighten the load off everyone’s shoulders. 

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Captain Louis Renault Prompt! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of this and I’d love to read it! 🚃💚🛤

Captain Louis Renault is walking in the train station behind a stranger. The stranger suddenly stops dead in his tracks and turns around with tears in his eyes. He says, "Tell my wife I love her and our child. Make sure she doesn’t blame herself.” Louis realizes what the man intends to do and has very quick reflexes, but even he can’t close the distance between them in time to save the man and pull him to safety. It’s too late as the man throws himself onto the train tracks, where he’s immediately hit and killed by the oncoming train.

Louis tries to mediate the chaos as the train station descends into a loud cacophony of screams with people rushing about in the confusion without even knowing exactly where they’re going or what they’re doing. The train slowly screeches to a halt and the passengers inside are escorted off as quickly as possible in an orderly fashion by the conductor and service attendants who try to keep everyone calm. Ensuring the safety of those on board is their first priority. Louis knows that, as an officer and witness to the incident, he’ll have to be the one to relay to you the tragic news.

Back at home, you find a tear-stained letter addressed to you from your husband. The top is dated with today’s date. In it, he reveals to you that he was terminally ill and estimated to not live ten more months. Months ago, he came home to tell you, his beloved wife and best friend. But before he could, you told him you were pregnant. Suddenly he lost all his courage and couldn’t bring himself to tell you. He was afraid the stress of the devastating news would only cause you stress that would harm you or put your pregnancy at risk. He didn’t want to put such a heavy burden on your conscience, afraid it’d increase your risk of miscarrying. He admits that it’s the first time in a long time he hasn’t felt hopeless. In fact, he’s full of hope. He hopes you live beyond your years and find absolute happiness. He doesn’t want you to waste your best years in mourning and hopes that you don’t grieve for too long. It’s okay to cry every once in a while, but not all the time. He hopes someday you learn to love again and even remarry. He hopes you don’t hate him for this. He hopes you find it in your heart to forgive him. He hopes you can find some peace in knowing he’s no longer in pain.

Your husband had been acting strange for the past few months and was in so much physical pain lately, but he refused to see a doctor. He called it a waste of time and money, as if he already knew what was wrong and there was nothing to be done. You knew he was sick, but he never let you know just how bad he was. You had no idea he’d commit such an act to end his suffering. You fall into a heap on the floor and cradle your bump as you wrap your arms around yourself, a wet and disheveled mess of grief. The doorbell rings, breaking the heavy silence. You stay curled up on the floor, not wishing to move from this spot. You ignore the piercing sound, already having a horrible sinking feeling that you know who’s at the door. You want to suffocate in the deafening silence. Maybe they’ll just go away and leave you in peace if you don’t answer. Maybe your husband will come home if you wait long enough. But the doorbell rings again after a couple minutes. Whoever’s at the door won’t leave. Your heart fills with dread.

You reluctantly pull yourself up and drag your feet as you trudge to the door to open it, not even bothering to smooth out your clothing or fix your hair. You’re too drained to do anything and couldn’t care less what you look like. You can feel how wet and clammy your face has become from your tears and can only imagine how red and bloodshot your eyes are. You sniffle, wiping your eyes and nose with the back of your hand as you try to clear away your stray tears and snot bubbles. When you finally muster the strength to look up and make eye contact with the two men standing on your doorstep, you notice they’re both dressed in crisp uniforms. The men have removed their hats, holding them beneath their arms and to their sides out of respect. One of the men is wearing an ivory uniform that’s emblazoned with three shiny medals, which indicates to you he’s of higher rank and has higher authority than the man accompanying him.

The man in ivory introduces himself as Captain Louis Renault and introduces you to his aide, Lieutenant Casselle. But it’s their eyes that give them away. Both men look grim and apologetic, and it’s in that moment that your worst fears are realized before anything more is even said. Your husband didn’t change his mind. He went through with it. He took his fate and his life into his own hands and did what he believed needed to be done. While you look the officers up and down, they do the same with you. When they glance down and notice your protruding stomach, you protectively wrap your arms around it. Lieutenant Casselle swallows nervously, but Captain Renault remains stoic as he dutifully relays the tragic news and your husband’s final message. Before you can thank them and close the door, Captain Renault stops you and says that’s not all. There’s more to your husband’s death, so they ask your permission to come in and discuss it. With your current condition in mind, it’d probably be in your best interest to sit down before you hear this.

While making out the report of the incident, Renault did some digging on your husband and looked into his financial records, where some of his final investments and purchases jumped out at him. He reveals that your husband transferred all the money he had into an account for you, but he also secretly had an emergency fund on the side that went towards visas for you so you could get to America. Unbeknownst to you, as your pregnancy progressed, your husband was busy getting his affairs in order, which included ensuring you and your unborn child would have everything you could possibly need to survive. He made plans for you to leave the country because it was too dangerous here in France with the encroaching German Occupation. It was his wish for you and your unborn child to get out of Paris, to get away from the war and to go somewhere safe, somewhere neutral.

He couldn’t raise enough money to afford the visas before his death, but he did arrange a passage on the refugee trail to Casablanca in French Morocco. It’s not much, but it’s something. And something is better than nothing. Renault has procured the train ticket for you and has come to deliver it personally. It won’t be easy leaving Occupied France, but he’ll help you since he’s traveling to Casablanca too. He’s been appointed by Vichy as the Prefect of Police and is to be stationed there. He has no ulterior motive for once. He’s just a romantic who’s always had a soft spot for the less fortunate, especially for beautiful young women in need, like yourself. But you don’t need to know that. He’ll keep that little secret to himself.

Before you depart, you properly bury your dearly departed husband, even if there isn’t much, if anything, of him to bury. He deserves to Rest In Peace, even if you bury an empty casket or symbolically bury a special belonging of his that held sentimental value. You regret that you can’t afford to buy a headstone that bears his name and have to use a makeshift marker. You hope you can return to your beloved France one day and rectify this by giving him a proper headstone after the war is over.

You’re sitting alone on the train, a young widow mourning her loss. To escape the war, you’ve embarked on the long, long, long journey to French Morocco in North Africa. You must endure the torturous, roundabout refugee trail, and this is only the beginning. But this is what your husband wanted. This was his dying wish, his last request. You need to fulfill it and see it through. You remind yourself that you’re doing this not just for your sake, but for your unborn child’s. No matter how bad things get, you need to keep going. You need to be strong enough to endure this. You will be strong enough to endure this. For them. For yourself. For your future.

Anyone could tell you’re traveling from a funeral and clearly grieving just by looking at you. Your black clothes. The way you clutch your handkerchief. The redness around your eyes. The misty film that clouds over your eyes as if you’re trying to hold back tears to spare yourself the humiliation of crying in public. But a man who can’t look beyond his own nose and have some respect starts bothering you and being a creep. He’s trying to flirt and hit on you, a widow in mourning, and he doesn’t care. You’re reaching for your hatpin to stab him when Captain Renault comes to your rescue, asking if there’s a problem here. The man doesn’t want any trouble but, even so, Renault orders him to sit elsewhere and to stop bothering the other passengers. The man tries to protest, arguing that he wasn’t doing anything wrong and shouldn’t have to move since it’s not a crime to try to make conversation.

Renault purposefully muses to himself aloud, wondering if he’ll have to arrest the man when the train stops in Marseilles or Oran. Not a crime, eh?He’d beg to differ. Refusing a direct order from an officer could be a very serious offense. As the only police officer on board the train, it’d be much too easy for Renault to find an excuse and make out a report, even if he’d have to make one up. What a shock it would be if it was reported that the man was found with a stolen diamond necklace in his pocket and apprehended for jewelry theft. It’s the man’s word or Renault’s, and it’s glaringly obvious who the appropriate authorities would believe. The creepy man thinks he’s getting off with a warning and doesn’t have the courage to dare test his luck or to call Renault’s bluff. He’s deemed the risk too high so, instead, he immediately stands down and stops bothering you, suddenly too intimidated and embarrassed by the Captain’s presence and threats. He finally takes the hint and gets up to leave, but not before he’s given one last warning of what’ll happen if he doesn’t desist and is caught bothering any woman again.

After that little scene, Captain Renault doesn’t want to leave you alone while you’re in such a fragile physical and emotional state. He sits across from you, volunteering to keep you company and protect you from anyone else who may try to bother you or give you trouble. You spend a considerable amount of time together, and you share with him your hope to get a fresh start when you come to the end of your journey and finally arrive in Casablanca. He asks you if you could drop the formality of calling him by his rank and simply call him Louis, since he has a feeling this may be the start of a beautiful friendship.

It’s a very, very, very long train ride, and you eventually fall asleep, both physically and emotionally drained. Louis watches over you while you sleep until he rests his eyes for a bit and accidentally dozes off too. When you awaken you realize it’s still night time and you’re cuddled up to him with your head rested on his shoulder while he has an arm wrapped protectively around you. That’s funny, you don’t remember ever moving over. You both must’ve been more exhausted than you thought because you nearly miss your stop. You cross the Mediterranean to Oran and then board another train to get across the rim of Africa to Casablanca.

You go your separate ways upon your arrival. You’re fortunate enough to find a place to live and make yourself as comfortable as you can, working a job that’s not too strenuous on you as your stomach gets bigger. It’s not very spacious and the upkeep of the building is lacking, but it’ll have to do for now until you can afford to find something better. You realize quickly that while Casablanca is considered neutral, it’s not the safest place. You’ve witnessed the customary roundup of refugees, liberals and, of course, a beautiful young girl for Captain Renault. Sex tourism is technically legal due to the corrupt officials who often turn a blind eye and even participate in underhanded and shady activities such as gambling, extortion, and dealings on the black market.

Gendarmes have shot men dead in the street for trying to flee after being found to possess expired papers. On multiple occasions, you’ve overheard a man you know to be a nefarious pickpocket talk to unsuspecting and wealthy tourists who have been attracted to Casablanca for the warm climate, beautiful women and, of course, for the chance to board the plane to Lisbon and seek passage to America. He’ll keep them distracted with chitchat, always sticking to the same script. It’s always something along the lines of, “Unfortunately, along with these unhappy refugees...the scum of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca. Some of them have been waiting years for a visa. I beg of you, Monsieur, watch yourself. Be on guard. This place is full of vultures. Vultures everywhere. Everywhere!” And they’re none the wiser while he robs them blind using sleight of hand tricks. You’ve been extra careful to keep your guard up and steer clear of him whenever he’s around.

One afternoon, you’re sitting at a table outside of your favorite café with a couple of young women you’ve befriended. They tell you all about Captain Louis Renault. They warn you that he exhibits a corrupt and apathetic nature. He works with Nazis, collects bribes and gambling winnings from fixed games at Rick’s Café Américain despite it being illegal, and he extorts sex from women in exchange for exit visas, whether they’re married or not. Most women who are his type, young and beautiful, can’t afford his monetary price for the exit visas he’s selling. They feel like they have no choice but to perform sexual favors for him in exchange for exit visas, all facts Renault is very much aware of. So many women are desperate to escape to America for the sake and happiness of their husbands, even if it means doing something they’ll be ashamed of. Renault is only interested in seeking out his own pleasure and often overindulges in tobacco, alcohol, and sex. Considering how dangerous Casablanca can be, he lives as if he could die any day at any moment.

He’s a rake and a hedonist, perfectly happy to drink or screw himself to death without a care for what goes on outside Casablanca. The silver lining is that he’s always kept his word and procured the exit visas after his price has been paid one way or another. You get to know more about this other side of him that he didn’t display while keeping you company on the train. Your friends share with you their stories and personal experiences with him as a sort of cautionary tale. Both women wish they didn’t have to do it and could’ve left the country without giving in to Louis’ demands, which he called requests because it sounded like a much more pleasant word. But their husbands’ desperate efforts to scrounge up the money through any means necessary all failed. Your friends love their husbands very much, but they saw the toll their failures were taking on them. They felt like they had no other choice. The happiness of the men they love and consider their best friends was the only thing that they wanted in the whole world, but they did a bad thing to make certain of it. And their husbands still don’t know and will never know because they’ll keep this bad thing locked in their hearts. That’ll be all right, won’t it?

Yes, you believe it will be. After all, you loved your husband just as much as they love theirs. If your husband were here and you were in their position, you probably would’ve done the same thing. They found themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place, faced with a plight you wouldn’t wish on anyone, not even your worst enemy. You can forgive them, but they needn’t ask your forgiveness. Like you and many others, your friends don’t want to die in Casablanca. It’s not hard for you to empathize with them. They give you kisses goodbye, promising to write to you. They’ll be waiting for you in America and hope to get together sometime and meet your baby in person once you come over. In the meantime, you’ll have to send them pictures of your baby once he or she is born, and they’ll look forward to hearing about how motherhood is going for you.

Meanwhile, Louis is not a man of strong conviction. He’s a friend to whoever is in power at the time. He works with Major Strasser, but never with Strasser's sense of urgency or conviction. What he does for Strasser is meant to convey a veneer of loyalty. He’s rounded up twice the usual number of suspects. He’s staged Signor Ugarte’s arrest at Rick’s and may have even been directly involved in his death. When he was making out the report, he was still deciding if Ugarte committed suicide or died trying to escape. He’s closed Rick's establishment after pretending to be shocked that gambling had been going on in there, while happily accepting his fixed roulette winnings from the croupier, Emil, in the same breath. Everything he’s done has been to simply to impress his German superior, but he seems not to care one way or the other. He blows with the wind, and the prevailing wind happens to be from Vichy.

You go into labor at an inopportune time while out in public, drawing the attention of bystanders which, in turn, draws the attention of nearby gendarmes and Louis. He immediately rushes into action and helps you to stand and walk as he escorts you to his car and buckles you in, telling his men that he has the situation under control and they can return to as they were. He drives you to the hospital and sits in the waiting room or in a chair in the hallway outside your room the entire time you’re in labor, no matter how many hours pass. Since he’s an official, visiting hours don’t apply to him. Every time a nurse or doctor exits your room or walks by, he asks how you’re faring. He may know a thing or two about women, but he’s unsure how long childbirth should typically last.

Considering it hasn’t been that long ago since your husband died, Louis believes it to still be too soon to admit or act upon his feelings for you. He probably won’t say anything for a good while yet, but he’s fallen in love with you in the time he’s known you. He feels ashamed of himself because you’re probably still grieving and only see him as a friend at most. He’s been sleeping with other women to try to distract himself but, no matter how hard he tries to push his feelings for you down, you always find your way back into his thoughts. He’s tried to get over you, but nothing has ever worked. He’s broken out of his contemplation when one of the nurses approaches him to tell him the news. It’s finally over.

When you permit him to enter your room, his heart swells and grows three sizes. He swallows nervously when he sees your exhausted but elated smile. Your messy hair is sticking to your skin that’s covered in a thin layer of sweat. Droplets still run down your head and neck, giving your skin the illusion of a light sheen. He grabs a wet cloth and wipes the sweat from your skin for you and fetches you a glass of water as he asks how you’re faring. When you ask what he’s still doing here, he lies and claims that he did, in fact, leave to conduct official police business nearby, but then the hospital was on the way when he was doing his patrol rounds. He thought he’d stop by to check in with you briefly before heading back to the Palais de Justice to finish up his incredibly boring paperwork. You know he’s lying to try to emotionally distance himself from the situation and put up a facade of unfeeling indifference. But no matter how much he claims his heart is his least vulnerable spot, it’s just not true. He truly is a romantic and a sentimentalist. He comes to visit you in the hospital periodically throughout the day, and you show him how to hold your baby despite his weak protests that he shouldn’t or doesn’t want to. When you’re discharged and able to bring your baby home a few hours or a day later, he finds the time so he can volunteer to drive you.

Time goes by. Could be months, could be years, but the fateful day has finally come, and you’ve somehow obtained two exit visas for you and your child. Louis may or may not have pulled some strings and countersigned them for you, filling in the names himself to make it look as official as possible. You’re pushing through the crowd to get to the airport. Louis is coming from the opposite direction at the same time you’re trying to board the plane to Lisbon. The bustling crowd of people surrounding you is almost claustrophobic as it squishes you and Louis together face first and you accidentally lock lips as you collide into each other. You’re so embarrassed but he just smiles charmingly, giving you a sly smirk to tease you. He came to say goodbye, but he wasn’t expecting such a sweet goodbye kiss from your lovely lips. You promise to write to each other, and Louis bids both you and your baby goodbye, wishing you safe travels as the last call for boarding is announced. You board the plane and look out the window, but Louis is lost amongst the crowd and you can’t find him. The plane takes off and the people become tiny, indistinguishable specks.

The clipper arrives to port and is docked somewhere in New York. You’ve disembarked and are sitting on a bench somewhere with your baby, just enjoying the city view as you take your time to contemplate what your next move will be now that you’re finally in America. There was a time when you never thought you’d make it this far, and now that you’re actually here, you’re not quite sure what to do next. Maybe you can contact your friends and stay with them? Just for a little while until you find your footing. You’re broken out of your thoughts when a man asks if he can sit next to you. You know that voice. You look up and it’s Louis.

When you boarded the plane to Lisbon, he knew then that if he let you get away for good, he’d regret it every day for the rest of his life. So he had a sudden change of heart and decided to follow you, the woman he loves. Louis knows he shouldn’t ask this of you and that it goes against propriety, but he doesn’t want to be apart from you. He asks if you’d like to go with him to find a place to live and move in with him. When the war is over, the world won’t be the same place as it was when it started, and he promises you that he’ll make something of himself. He doesn’t have a ring now, but would you ever consider marrying him after the war is over?

He’s got a point when he says this goes against propriety and may not be considered socially acceptable, but you believe that it’s better to try to survive together than to try to survive alone in an unfamiliar country. Together you take the bus and go apartment-hunting. You find one. Louis says it must be an abandoned dance studio or something of that nature, but it’ll do for now. You won’t stay here long and will find something bigger and better soon. Once you settle in, one of the first things you do is look up your friends and get in contact with them either through phone or by writing them letters in the mail.

Sometime after the end of the war is announced, you’re married by a Justice of the Peace who’s a bookmaker on the side. Louis has a dollar and a half and the Judge wants two, so Louis makes a bet with him, and loses. An unfortunate setback when the odds aren’t fixed in his favor like they were at Rick’s casino in Casablanca. Louis borrows five dollars from the Judge, leaving your watch as security. He says, "One day is just like another, so what difference does the exact time make?" The ring he’s given you is made from one of his watch chains, but it’s a perfect fit around your finger. It’s lovely and means more to you than any diamond ever could because he made it himself. You’ll treasure it always. You have your wedding breakfast at a coffeeshop. It’s a cheap and imperfect affair, but that makes it all the more genuine. It’s the most romantic wedding you could ever ask for because it’s yours and Louis’ wedding. It’s a perfect reflection of yourselves, rough around the edges and all. You don’t have to get married in style to be happy. All you need is him and your child.

Louis becomes the proud stepfather to your child. He loves and raises them as if they’re his own. They’re his child in every sense of the word except blood. You follow through with your promise to your friends and meet up with them for a little casual get-together, although it may be incredibly awkward at first, given their history with Louis. They watch him through narrowed eyes at first, their gazes full of contempt and uncertainty, but they relax and lighten up when they see for themselves that he’s had a change of heart. The way he interacts with both you and your child is just so loving, so doting. It’s like he’s a completely different man from the corrupt officer they left behind in Casablanca.

He’s left behind his rank as Captain and put his uniforms away, instead pursuing a more honest line of work. He’s become a much better version of himself. Who is this man and what has he done with Captain Renault? And your child is just so cute and adorable, it’s very distracting! When you let your friends hold and play with your child, It’s tough trying to get them back because your friends want to hold and play with them all day! They get such joy from bouncing them and talking to them in baby voices. Either they’ve got the itch or are already working on starting families of their own. You can recognize the signs because you’re feeling the baby itch too. You want another child, but you’ll need to discuss it with Louis first.

You leave your child in the care of a trusted friend while you and Louis go on a romantic excursion around Europe for your honeymoon, stopping at beautiful landmarks along the way. Your first stop is Switzerland. The main reason you decided to go on this romantic getaway trip is because you and Louis want to expand your family. Prior to boarding, your travel agent clues you in on a fun fact about the ride. He says, “By the way, the third tunnel is fifty minutes long. It’s tradition for honeymooners to take advantage of that time.”

You and Louis want to make the most of your honeymoon and get the full European experience with a dash of American flair by having sex on the train that’s transporting you from Switzerland to France. The train you take carries not only passengers but sleeper cars as well. Too bad all of them are full. You’re surrounded by other cabins and compartments with families in them, so you have to be extremely careful and wait for the tunnels. When the train enters the third tunnel, it’s as dark as the travel agent had described. It’s an absence of light. You can’t see your hand in front of your face. It’s so very exciting. You and Louis take advantage of the time you have, or try to. All of a sudden within a short period of time you and Louis start seeing the features of each other’s faces, and you’re both thinking that your eyes are getting acclimated to the dark. But no. Your eyes aren’t adjusting. Your train is coming to a station. Before either of you know it, the train enters broad daylight while you’re both half naked. You, his gorgeous wife, say to Louis those three words a man always wants to hear, “Get off me.”

You’re able to fix your clothing and make yourselves look decent without drawing too much attention. You think fast and make it look like Louis is sick and just resting his head on your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair to comfort him. You’re both very lucky nobody saw anything. It’s a miracle neither of you were arrested or fined for engaging in sex acts in front of other passengers. Well, you got the European thrill with a dash of American flair you were both seeking, just not in the way either of you expected. You’re so embarrassed now, but you’ll look back on this moment and laugh about it later.

You call your friend multiple times every day to check in and ask how she and your child are doing back at home, and they’re doing just fine. You laugh at the stories she tells you of what your child has been doing. When you arrive in Paris, you’re finally able to fulfill your promise to your first husband and give him a proper headstone bearing his name. You and Louis stand at his grave and tell him everything that’s happened. That you’ve learned to love again and remarried. That you’ve found happiness, just like he had hoped for. You and Louis promise your first husband and each other that you’ll tell your child all about their biological father when they’re old enough.

Time moves forward so fast that, before you know it, you’re moving out of your apartment and into a newer and bigger house that’ll be just perfect for your growing family. You and Louis were on the hunt for so long, talking about this house in hypotheticals so much that you almost weren’t sure the day would actually come. But it has, and you just know that this is your forever home. You’re so excited to finally make it yours. Louis is just as excited as you are, though he may just be eager to carry you over the threshold and christen your house.

Time keeps moving forward, and you’re standing on a crowded train with Louis and your child. A friendly passenger standing next to you gestures to you and says to someone sitting down, "Would you mind giving up your seat for this young lady here? She’s pregnant and has been suffering morning sickness.” Everyone, including you, looks at the stranger with a furrowed brow. You know you’re pregnant, Louis knows you’re pregnant, but your stomach isn’t visible yet, so how did this stranger know? They just smile at you knowingly, saying they’re so experienced in this matter that they’ve become very in tuned with body language and can easily recognize the signs. Call it intuition, if you want. When you think about it, it’s funny how much of your and Louis’ love story has taken place on a train, of all things.

[eunkimmie]

Just finished reading your UT fic on ao3 and I have to say 10/10 the way you portray them is amazing !! And reader is so cute!! I was wondering if you could do headcannons on what the bros think of reader so far? Doesn’t have to be all of them since there’s a lot but maybe just ur favs💕 happy holidays !

<33 thank you so much! fic is here—this is as of chapter 10! i ended up doing all as of right now because i luv them <3

UT! Sans

sans classic is very much so still trying to get over his fear and distrust of humans, some of which you've quelled just a little bit, but years of harassment and racism don't just go away in an instant. however, having you around has been...nice. even if he kept you at a very intentional distance by acting cold, having you around wasn't all bad...he can appreciate how well you get along with everyone, especially his brother, and he does enjoy that you're somewhat of a mediator between the otherwise conflicting personalities of the household. but him..? well, he feels relatively cautious around you, but he also feels a level of pity for you and the situation that originally sent you to this little town. sans sees you as a vulnerable and mildly naive human, and while a part of him thought you were a bit foolish for being that way, the more sensitive side of him found it to be endearing. he was a protector, a judge. his instincts told him to help you, to protect you, and perhaps that was why he was so insistent of you staying in his house. so, when he saw you break down in a sob just talking about your ex, he knew he had to do something to ease your fears. so...perhaps his feelings towards you would be best described as awkward friends, but on his side, he didn't want to see you cry like that ever again.

UT! Papyrus

papyrus is overjoyed to have you around! he feels that you two click extremely well, that the two of you are very compatible. he doesn't really see you in a romantic sense...yet. it's just not in his nature to immediately gun for a romantic relationship. however, he isn't blind, he does recognize that you are an attractive human, and he would admit that you'd make a wonderful datemate! you're kind and compassionate, and you were very quick to befriend him, even if he sensed that he perhaps upset you once or twice (throwback to when he broke into your house!). and, not to mention, you shared his affinity for cooking, and you were quite skilled in the craft! he absolutely loved having you around to hang out with, but he did wish that you'd take better care of yourself. he didn't exactly have room to talk, but he wanted you to look out for yourself more and understand that you didn't have to be so selfless all the time. as of right now, papyrus saw you as a close friend and someone who he needed to keep happy, because he thought you were deserving of that happiness.

US! Sans

blue absolutely adored you. admittedly, he could be a bit selfish in terms of his wants, and he desperately wanted to spend time with you. what could he say? he thought you were cute, and you were nice to him! and he hadn't ever really been the subtle type, so he had absolutely no issue in making his intentions mildly clear. he thought he was sneaky with his tactics—trying to hang out with you alone, holding your hand. he truth was, he was totally transparent, but he didn't mind that aspect of him too much. he was super excited to have you stay in the house, you guys had so much to do now! he wanted to spend time with you playing games and puzzles! and he wanted to cook for you, and for you to cook for him! in summary, blue had a very innocent crush on you. it was like a playground crush. he didn't think about it too deeply other than the surface level of you were cute to him and you were kind. though, it still hurt his heart to hear all you had endured in the years before you met them all. he would do his best to play the protector role, just for you.

US! Stretch

stretch was...a bit indifferent? at this point in time, the two of you hadn't spend much quality time together, but he was willing to do so! he could recognize that you were a naturally kindhearted person, and it didn't take much for him to realize that you were, all-in-all, a good person. you humored his brother instead of brushing him off which he appreciated. and, it didn't really embarrass him to admit that he thought you were quite attractive. he remembered coming over to your house for the first time and eating your good cooking and thinking to himself that you'd make a good partner. and, when you showed up to the party in that cheaply put together costume, he thought you were just precious. he felt a bit bad for you, seeing the mental toll that your past put on you, but he also understood that something that deeply ingrained was something that you would have to work through on your own time. so, he was very open to being friends and perhaps more in the future? but overall, he wasn't too worried about it right now.

UF! Sans

oh, red just adored you. he thought you were hot the second he laid eyes on you, but the more he hung around you, the more his interest rose. you were able to so easily bring out the more sensitive, sentimental side of him. red found himself craving domesticity with you, which really embarrassed him to admit. but, at the same time, he wanted it so bad that it almost overpowered his desire to keep up his intimidating image. see, red had always had a part of him that wanted some normalcy. he wished that he had raised his lil bro a little better, he wanted a real family. and he saw that in you. the way you cooked with such love, the way you'd bring a mug of coffee up to your face and inhale, a relaxed smile making its way to your face. the way your garden was so carefully tended to, and the way that you'd check up on him, asking if he was okay or if he was hungry. ugh, it made him feel all fuzzy on the inside. if red had been the one to catch your ex in your house with you, he wouldn't want to hold back. red definitely had a dreamy crush on you, and, truth to be told, he wanted you for himself.

UF! Papyrus

edge thought you were...strange. he found your demeanors strange, truth to be told. why did you care how he was doing? why did you cook for him and ask how he was liking it? why did you memorize his coffee order and make sure to have it ready for him when you knew he would be stopping in your shop? he would quite literally never admit it, but he wanted to know more about you. still, it was kind of a love-hate relationship. you tended to tease him so lightheartedly. a part of him condemned your boldness, but another part of him was screaming how dare they?! did you know who he was? how feared he was? and here you were, sassing him?! unacceptable! but even he had to admit that he didn't wish to see you in such distress over a pathetic human, your ex-datemate. he was quick to command you to live in their home—it was only logical, really. and he wouldn't mind scaring some sense into the fellow. edge found you interesting, but as of right now the two of you were almost-friends. he was more interested in getting to know you than he would ever admit to, though.

HT! Sans

axe had layers. the years of famine and living in the situation down in his timeline made him a bit more violent than his vanilla counterpart, but it also made him more desperate. oh, how he had longed for things to go back to normal. when he was still in the underground with his papyrus, all he wanted was for things to be how they used to be. he wanted papyrus to have cooking lessons every week, he wanted to hear knock knock jokes through the ruin doors, he wanted to relax and go to grillby's. really, the situation that the world put him in was a blessing in disguise. sure, the others kind of bugged the shit out of him, especially that classic and fell sans, but he would take being annoyed with them any day over his own timeline. and then...you. he hadn't met someone like you in years. maybe the closest thing would've been the old queen...but she hadn't been her old self in years. he thought you needed to be protected, and when he saw you with your ex, his hand gripping bruises into your arm and tears running down your face, all he saw was red. axe was fascinated by you and, against his better judgment, axe held a very deep fondness for you. he wouldn't call it love, but it was a bit more than a crush.

HT! Papyrus

poplar wasn't too well acquainted with you, but he trusted you! his logic was that anyone who his brother talked about with such a smile that he personally hadn't seen in years was someone that was worth trusting. he was told about what happened to you and deeply pitied you. poplar wanted to become friends with you, no doubt! his first impression of you was that you were a warm and sympathetic person, and he was very eager to get to know you more. so far, he had only spoken a few sentences to you, but he wanted to arrange a hangout with you in the near future. perhaps you'd like to cook with him? perhaps you wouldn't mind cooking a vegan meal with him? he didn't know if you knew of their...less than ideal situation in the underground and what they had to do, but...you could understand, right? he was really putting all of hope into the wish that you would understand. poplar really really wanted to be friends with you, and he was looking forward to sitting down and having a proper chat with you!

[acaiasahi]

✶ meeting your non-korean / japanese speaking folks ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. treasure's reaction to meeting their foreign s/o parent who doesn't speak korean nor japanese

info. fluff. treasure x gn!foreign reader.

warnings. probs some spelling errors n bad grammar bc i'm a menace... oh and lots of cursing,,, sorry!! :3 also not proofread lolzies

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . look up the definition of "nervous wreck" and the first thing you'd see is hyunsuk himself. he'd be so nervous bc the act of meeting a parent makes him sweat BULLETS DAWG and it's not just A parent, it's YOUR parent!!! don't get me wrong when i say that though because he'd be so prepared, reading or learning about your culture, asking you questions, literally anything to get a smidge of knowledge so he can at least know or talk about something to your parent. he'd also ask you basic words or phrases like "hello", "thank you", "how are you?", small things like that (｡•́︿•̀｡) he's so open to learning new things and getting to dive deep into you and your culture bc he loves you so much n is genuinely interested in what makes you, you... i'm heartbroken rn. when actually meeting your guardian, he's already knows that they don't speak korean but is super attentive and has convos through you, basically your his translator n vice versa for your parent (T^T)

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . goes in all confident n cocky like he got that shit in the bag, only for him to hear your parent speak a language he has no knowledge of and is deadass like ‎(·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) but but but but it takes more than that to knock this boy down!!! after his lil mental breakdown, he bounces back and uses you as a translator-mediator for him and your grown ups! is genuinely interested in the convo even though it isn't exactly one-on-one, he loves it nonetheless (T^T) your parents expose you and your hobbies as a kid or how you acted LOL, gets shown extremely embarrassing adorable photo albums of your childhood from cute lil baby, to your tweens, and your teens! when i say that they're embarrassing... boi... they're silly goofy cornball to the MAX, it's to the point where jihoon teases you and that teasing makes you want to cry while sliding down the wall with tear streaks, snot bubbles n all my boi. do not fret though! jihoon and your parent coo over how adorable you are bc they both absolutely adore seeing you grow up in pictures! for hoon especially, he feels like he's growing up with you while looking at them :')

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . super duper timid, don't get me wrong, yoshi is known for working hard when it comes to learning new languages like did y'all see how he still studies korean on that one t-map episode... HOW CUTE no but seriously, just like all the boys, he so open about learning new languages and new ways to communicate with others and what's better than having a s/o that speaks another language that he's more than willing to learn? meeting your folks was most definitely was yoshi's idea and when you told him a set date where you would go out to lunch with your guardian(s), he was ecstatic! he already knew that they didn't speak japanese, nor korean so he was cramming all sorts of knowledge about your culture and language before he met them. you help him study with little flashcards and once he gets more comfortable with the language, you start having simple convos every day. once he finally meets your parent(s), he has a pretty good amount of knowledge of your language to the point where he can keep up a conversation with them. he'll need your help here and there but other than that, it's smooth sailing! <3!!!

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . y'all know that one confused face he makes where he tilts his head, mouth slightly opened in shock with a mega confused look on his face? yeahhh, that's him as soon as he heard you speaking a different language on the phone one day. he honestly was caught by surprised and once you got off the phone, he asked you about it which eased you into the topic of your language, culture, your family, etc. he was super intrigued and very open-minded, asking questions here and there, nodding his head as you went along. you telling him all of this new information had helped him a lot once he finally got the chance to meet your folks! also used you as a translator like hyunsuk and jihoon to talk to your parents and actually had some great questions about the language and culture. was super excited to learn and compared it to korean culture to see the differences or similarities! super open and intrigued, he was literally like (๑˙꒳​˙)ฅ(ʾ˘ʿ๑) the whole time LMAOOOO

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . hits you with the "ehhhh???" like mega confused that you speak another language but is sososo intrigued. kinda just looks at you like (O.o), kinda assumes that your folks don't speak korean or japanese which is totally fine by him, he's more worried about if they'll like him or if they think he's good enough for you so sweet :'( you honestly need to shower him in reassurance but when he finally gets the courage, he'll meet them with a big ol' pretty smile on his face!! i think like most, if not all the boys, he uses you as a translator and even if things get lost in translation (literally), he'll try his darn best to keep up this convo. it's all good in the end bc your folks love him!!! who wouldn't tho???

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . ngl i think you'd be more worried than him and he'd be giving you the reassurance than the other way around. the biggest sweetheart!!! even though he doesn't exactly understand what's being said, he'll let his actions shine through like pulling out your chair if you're needed, holding the door open, fetching things, driving to and from, paying for the bill, etc. bc jaehyuk is the biggest gentleman ever...</3333 tries to keep up with the convo by asking you questions, and you relaying it to your parent and letting them answer then vice versa but tbh, he's just happy to be there LMAOOOO it's giving golden retriever bf but ur parent(s) think he's a good man n can take care of u </333!!!

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . AWKWARD but knows how to hide it. feels a little left out until you nudge him and is like "my ____ is curious about your art" and he's like "how do they know that 🤨 " n you're like "bro... i literally talk to them about you... wtf do you mean" n he's like "oh." and snaps out of it, telling you what to tell them and then he feels more comfortable after being included into the convo even if it was some generic topic like his art, he really appreciates you and your folks trying even if he can't fully comprehend what's being said. bonus: your folks LOVE him and when you tell him, he's jumping up n down inside but on the outside, just smiles and nods how cute (T^T)

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . actually met them on accident while you and him were out shopping. someone ran up to you and was like "(y/n)??!?!?!?" and you were like 0-0 "(parent name)???? what are you doing here??!!!?!?!" you hugged them and started talking which caught yedam off guard. you accidentally forgot yedam was there and when you remembered him, you were quick to introduce them. super polite boi, bowed, introduced himself, etc. only to realize that your parent(s) don't speak korean nor japanese even if his japanese is broken and not the best, it was still worth a shot in his opinion you obvi had talked to your folks about THE bang yedam so ofc they know OF him!!! had to reintroduce himself again, but uses you as the translator. super grateful that you were able to help him maintain a small convo and also extremely happy that he got to meet your parent(s)!!! tbh, he's just happy to be there 😭😭😭

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . we all know he's mega super ultra confident so y'all best believe my man boutta go in KNOWING that he has this whole fam meeting in the bag. literally not even close to being phased that your folks speak a different language 😭 just wants to meet your family, have them love him, and basically get on their good side yk??? spoiler alert: they love him duh once he does meet them, he acts the same as jaehyuk where he acts like the total gentleman, to the point where you're like "this mf is straight out of a movie... like he's gotta be fake or a figment of my imagination" PLSSSS 😭 so interested in the conversation with your folks that it almost seems like he understands what their saying which honestly wins the heart of your fam bc the shear confidence it takes to engage in a convo when you don't even know language... let me just say it takes a lot!!! the love he has for you is strong and your parent(s) can tell!!!! awwwwww

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . another boy who could care less bc all he cares about is your family accepting him and seeing his love for you which is a lot of love (T^T) y'all remember that one t-map video where ruto talks to jaehyuk's dad and he's super kind, and treats jaehyuk's dad with respect as if it were his own dad??? yeah, that's EXACTLY what he does for your folks!!! a little on the introverted side but tries his hardest to engage in the conversation, with your help of course!!! you try your best to translate and help him get a feel for what your parent(s) are talking about. even though he knew he was trying his best, by the time the whole ordeal was done, he thought it went better than he assumed it would, yeah there were some doubts but with a bit of your reassurance, he was more than confident. so much so that he wants to see them again and take them out to lunch this time awwwwww (T^T)

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . so confused, yet so intrigued. he had never heard your language before but was super interested from the get-go. he already knew your parent(s) didn't speak korean but he was still willing to try his hardest to win over their hearts!!! subtly tries to ask for help when learning your language but not making it obvious so yk that he's preparing for when he meets your parents LOLLLL you soon catch on though 😭 jeongwoo learns simple phrases like "hello", "good bye", "excuse me", "thank you", "you're welcome", etc. and he actually does a little more research to learn more so he can keep the convo going. once he does meet your folks, he's SO NERVOUS. sweaty palms-awkward smile-bouncing leg-nervous but you help him calm down with some hand-holding and cheek kisses which he appreciates GREATLY he does a great job at conversing with you and your family, has a small-ish idea of what's being said, not 100% sure but by the looks of it you both see that it's going well, much to his surprise, not to you though, you had faith in woo :')

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . little king cow baby is shaking in his abnormally big teenage boots. nervous out of all the boys ong... literally look through his search history which is full of "what to do when meeting foreign s/o parent(s)", "what to say to s/o parent(s) when you meet them for the first time", "what to wear when meeting parent(s) for the first time", "how to say 'i love your child very much' in [your language]" which is honestly so freaking cute 😭 literally goes in clueless and slightly overdressed but your folks find it sooooo endearing (⇀‸↼‶) they can sense that he's nervous just by the literal BEADS of sweat forming and him anxiously looking everywhere BUT your parent(s) eyes LMFAOOOO you're folks actually attempted to learn korean because junghwan's your first serious bf and they can see how much you care and love him. they initiate the conversations and ask junghwan about his family, the members, treasure, how it's like to be in a well-known kpop group. much to his surprise because he was learning phrases in your language to converse with them. a jumbled convo of korean and [y/l] words... awwwwww!!! honestly loved him from the get-go and see why you love him (^人<)〜☆

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[because-of-a-friend]

Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol. 

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you. 

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.  

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

[chaoticevilbean]

Another Star Wars AU, TBN*

*To-Be-Named

I love time travel. A lot. So here is a time-travel au, with the CW trio.

Somehow, perhaps by touching a Sith artifact, perhaps by the Force deciding they should, perhaps from some sort of weird ritual the locals were performing that the trio didn't know about, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Anakin, Rex, and Cody travel aback in time.

[Please keep in mind that Canon Timeline has died tragically in a fire, and I am but the weeping widow with an inheritance.]

Due to whatever happened, they all also end up (technically) deaging. They still have their memories and their knowledge and skills, just stuck in smaller bodies. They can think and act like adults, but they also have to struggle a bit more to implement Older Skills in Younger Bodies.

Ahsoka is 2. She's nubby. She's emotional. She's tired and sore from her deaging.

She wakes up in someone's office. She's in a spinny chair, a big one with leather padding. It's kind-of chilly in the room.

She's not thinking, because all her brain is putting together is that she's still tired. She grabs the jacket off the back of the chair and pulls it over herself. She goes back to sleep.

Rex and Cody wake up together.

They are their actual age, which is to say they're both about eleven.

They find themselves on Mandalore. In the more wild areas.

(let me believe that there are parts of the planet that aren't covered in city)

(also, this is the Mandalore in the cartoons)

They find a teen trying to wake them both up. Rex has absolutely no clue what's going on. Cody has a vague idea, because this girl looks very similar to a picture he once saw...

Obi-Wan does not fare as well. He is 3.

He wakes up in someone's arms. He's just as tired and sore as the other three. However, he's also got more awareness because he's in someone's arms.

He looks up to see who's carrying him.

He looks around at the people walking with them.

He starts crying. He cannot help this, as he is suddenly flooded with Emotions, and he is Smol. Smol = harder to handle Emotions.

Because Qui-Gon is walking right next to him, tapping away on a holopad as they go. Dooku is on his other side, on a comm call where both parties sound very tired.

And Obi-Wan is being held... by Obi-Wan.

So, yeah, not that great for a suddenly Smol Obi.

Now, Anakin is 8, so he's better off in that perspective.

But he wakes up on some remote planet without anyone around. He just was in the middle of a group, so he ends up kinda panicking.

Then he hears something coming towards him, and he panics more.

He's Tiny! He's Smol! He's massively at a disadvantage against attacks! He can't fight off whatever is on a planet like this!

It's Mace (and Depa).

Anakin, however, doesn't realize this. He has gone Feral.

Back to the beginning

Jango Fett has been very busy w/Important Mand'alor Paperwork all day. He finally has time to go and relax a little, and he makes it all the way down to the exit before he realizes:

It is really cold outside. He is not in armor bc he was planning to only do paperwork today (though he still has many weapons). When one plans to stay in the same room for almost the entire day, one does not wear normal garb.

That said, he has no protection from the cold. He forgot his jacket upstairs. He rushes back up to his office.

He distinctly remembers that he left the jacket on the back of his chair, not on the seat.

He also is wondering what that lump is.

He arms himself, grabs some of his "emergency" armor plating, and walks over to the chair.

He lifts his jacket up, expecting a bomb or some paperwork that fell off the desk, or something logical.

He does not expect to find a tiny Togruta child clinging onto the fabric, whining as they're woken up by his yanking of the jacket.

Jango's brain stutters for a moment, then he kicks into action.

First things first, he wraps the jacket around the Togruta. They thankfully stay asleep. Then he turns up the heat, because he knows the office has gotten colder in the twenty minutes or so he's been gone, and Togruta are from warm temperate zones.

He decides to call, in this order, a guard who can help him watch the Togruta (they did break in, after all), a medic to check the Togruta’s health, and the first person he can find in his contacts that might know an adult Togruta.

Next group

Rex and Cody manage to get the teen to stop fussing over them for long enough to ask for her name.

Her, clearly lying, but that’s understandable: My name is Ine.

Cody, who knows exactly who this is now: Oh, kriff. You’re Duchess Satine, aren’t you? Kriff.

Rex: Wait, Satine? As in the General’s Satine?

Satine, now very suspicious and reaching for her stunner: I think you need proper medical attention.

Cody, looking down at their eleven-year-old selves: Yeah, I think so, too.

They agree on one thing, at least.

Next

Obi-Wan is crying. Loudly, uncontrollably, w/too many Emotions to even care that he’s supposed to be an adult rn.

Other Obi-Wan is very uncomfortable, bc he doesn’t know how to handle children too well.

They found this kid unconscious in the middle of a ruined, abandoned town.

Obi-Wan was meant to hold this kid while Qui-Gon did research and Master Dooku tried to convince the Council that it was entirely necessary to bring the kid back to Coruscant. Granted, they can still give the child to the locals at any time before they make it back to their ship, but apparently the Force is Being Loud.

The Force was Being Loud when it told Master Dooku to come along.

The Force was Being Loud when it led them to that town.

Qui-Gon and Dooku have argued fifteen and a half times on this mission, and an additional six times on the flight here. Obi-Wan is trying to mediate but also doesn’t want to overstep. The Force is Being Loud, sure, but the kid is also Force-sensitive so it might be something off that.

He didn’t argue with holding the kid bc he thought that it was better than being caught between the Masters.

Holding a crying child and trying to get two adults to stop arguing bc they can’t decide how to comfort the kid is not better.

Obi-Wan keeps walking past them to the ship with this baby. He does what he’s seen some crechemasters do to the younglings. The kid eventually calms a little, and he belatedly realizes that both Masters are still behind him, not with him.

NEXT

Anakin is panakin.

He is currently in a state of Feralness. His instincts have kicked into overdrive, full-on Survival Mode.

Depa and Mace do not know this. All they know is that there was suddenly an extremely powerful Force presence that started fading quickly (bc Anakin started shielding).

They burst into sight of Anakin and are suddenly attacked by all four feet and some of Feral Force Child.

It’s all they can do for a good minute or so to avoid losing their fingers, eyes, or untorn clothes.

Mace puts a few things together very quickly.

This planet is uninhabited by any sapient life. Therefore, this child is utterly alone. This child also is clearly strong in the Force, and knows how to hide their presence, for whatever reasons. Mace is a Jedi, and therefore is bound by certain duties.

He decides it is his Duty to get this kid back to Coruscant safely.

Back to the beginning

Ahsoka wakes up to find a familiar face looking down at her. She’s still tired, but not as much. She’s very aware of her size, and does a few quick observations.

She does not fully know who Jango Fett is. She does know that some clones run off bc they hate war and weren’t given a choice an- no. Not going down that path yet.

Ahsoka assumes, semi-incorrectly, that she was shrunk or deaged and somehow found by a rogue clone.

She knows it’s a rogue clone bc they’ve got weird armor.

So she does the logical thing and tries to comfort this clone bc he looks really worried and kinda panicked. She stands up on the spinny chair and tries to balance and he practically lunges to help her and she can’t help but giggle, but it comes out in a bunch of chirps instead.

The clone picks her up and looks really awkward so she pats his face bc that’s the best she can do bc she doesn’t want to disprove the fact she’s two yet.

For all she knows, this rogue clone has no idea she’s actually a Commander in the GAR.

He doesn’t, but for different reasons than she thinks.

NEXT

Rex and Cody go with Satine to the city. They have introduced themselves and said that they were separated from their aliit. They don't know where said aliit is.

Satine is highly suspicious by this point, bc these two kids recognized her with only part of her name, and they were alone, and they speak Basic with Mando'a thrown in.

Basically, she thinks that they're children of people like Death Watch, but she's too young to know that Death Watch isn't really into children.

Rex and Cody get checked over by a medic, but also start trying to get access to some working comms. They are refused on account of being suspicious children (which makes them a little upset bc they're not children)(Well, they are, but not those types of children)

They have not yet figured out that they are in the past, bc Cody and Rex only know that General Kenobi talks about Duchess Satine, and they know about Padme Amidala from General Skywalker, so clearly this Duchess is really young and the General simply viewed her as someone he wants to protect.

They are very very very wrong.

NEXT

Obi-Wan manages to calm himself somewhat now that it's just him and... him.

He is three, and he knows roughly what's happening, so he knows he should probably act like a 3yo.

Unfortunately, he has very little understanding of how child ages work. 3 is smart enough to go up the stairs and communicate with adults, but def. not old enough to speak sentences that are 15 words long with at least 2 5-syllable words.

Fortunately, his older (younger?) self doesn't know children either.

So when this 3yo starts telling him that he needs to leave the two Masters on the planet and head to Tatooine really fast, Obi-Wan is more concerned about the idea than the strangeness of "this is a 3yo suggesting this".

Obi-Wan is really good at convincing people. Including himself. He manages to get Padawan Kenobi to leave supplies where the ship is supposed to be and head towards Tatooine.

He says that the Masters will be fine, they know how to survive, and they need to be alone together in order to work through all the tension. Plus, it gives them plenty of time to talk to the Council.

Toddler Kenobi also tells himself that he'll take the blow and say he used a mind-trick.

Padawan Kenobi doesn't believe him yet, but Toddler Kenobi smiles like a very smug adult and says "you'll get there eventually". What he truly means is up in the air.

NEXT

Anakin, since waking up, knows much less than everyone else. Which is saying something.

He knows he's Smol. He knows he's Alone. He knows Someone has come and they are Strangers.

One thing about Anakin's instincts is that they are very much Survival Based. He was Feral when he joined the Jedi, only he had to hold those instincts back for most of his life bc of being a slave.

A slave cannot bite someone who approaches and Vibes Wrong.

By the time he felt okay with being Feral Out Loud, he also felt safe enough that he didn't need to activate his Survival Mode.

What I'm trying to say is that Anakin does not realize how strong his Feral Instincts are. He has absolutely no control over them rn.

When Mace decides to Help this child, this child is trying to Maul them.

Mace makes a small ruckus to draw Anakin's attention to him so Depa can move back. Depa pulls out her saber now that she won't hit the kid. The kid notices Purple and Bright and Lightsaber.

Lorge Jedi Mind says this is Good. Safe. Jedi.

Smol Feral Brain says this is Dangerous. Mean.

Anakin freezes on sight and just starts tracking Depa's saber. She does one of those things where a snake or something is focused and the person waves the fire or the food slowly to make sure the wolf is watching it and usually they toss the thing away so the snake follows it.

Mace instead takes this opportunity to wrap Anakin in his cloak. And Depa's cloak. And the spare ones in their bags.

Feral Child is not happy with this. Feral Child is also unable to scratch or Maul or do things other than bite and snarl.

Depa carries Feral Child while Mace comms the Temple and they walk back to their ship.

The Temple is having a field day.

First, one of their Shadows reports that a well-known bounty hunter got an emergency message from a pal of theirs that said Jango Fett needs help learning Togruta childcare.

Then they get a call from Dooku, which is not the mission report they wanted.

Yoda: Mission report, you have?

Dooku: Of a sort. We successfully spoke with the locals, then went to investigate a rather large disturbance.

Mundi: A disturbance?

Dooku: We found the source to be a Force-sensitive child.

Mundi: So you are here to ask for more time on the planet?

Dooku:...

Yoda: Bring the child back, you wish to?

Dooku, unapologetic: He is of an acceptable age to be admitted into the Temple, and no other beings were around at the time to entertain the idea of there being guardians.

The Council is sighing and muttering bc this is a Disaster Lineage (and they haven't even met the other two yet). Their call is interrupted by the sound of crying and Dooku saying the child's woken up.

Then there's another Shadow who sends a message saying a set of twins that seem like Death Watch were found by the heir of Clan Kryze.

Finally, to top everything off, they get a call from Mace Windu and Depa Billaba. Two very dignified, not-at-all chaotic Jedi from a perfectly respectable lineage.

Yeah, most of the Council and the Order itself forgets that Yoda had a hand in raising Windu. Yoda "Feral Grandpa" who throws children at every problem. Grandson isn't doing too well? Throw a child his way. Other grandchild is struggling to cope with grief? Throw another child their way. Oh, there's a war going on and newest grandchild is angry a lot? Here's a child!

The entire lineage has a soft spot for children.

Anyways...

Mace: Our mission was a success. We found the artifact and both specimens.

Koth: How long until your return?

Mace:...

Yoda: Found a child, you did?

Gallia: Master Yoda, that's a rather illogical guess. Once is unusual, twice is-

Mace: Oh, did Qui-Gon find a child as well?

Yoda, smugly: Bringing the child back, are you?

Depa, from the background, after a rather loud snarl is heard: We do not bite things, young one.

*more snarling*

Mace: We have no reason to believe he was not alone.

Tiin: *deep sighing*

Mundi: *mild confusion noises*

Koon, eagerly: Please send photos of this youngling. For the archives, of course.

Mace, nodding sagely: Of course.

*extremely loud yowl* *sounds of Mace turning*

Mace: DEPA!

Depa: He nearly bit off my finger!

Mace: That doesn’t mean you pinch him!

Depa: What else am I supposed to do?!

*sudden exclamation filled solely of Mando’a, Huttese and Twi’leki curses*

Mace: So, I don’t know if he speaks Basic, but Master Che should be able to talk him through a check-up.

Yeah, several Council members are experiencing headaches now. Normally, they would have some empathy for Mace and his own stress-induced migraines. They currently do not.

Right after that call, Dooku calls back to say that Obi-Wan has left without them.

Mundi: He left the child with you, right?

Dooku:

Mundi: He left the child with you, right?

Obi-Wan did not leave himself with the Masters. Obi-Wan has listened to Mini-Obi and is off on some wild space adventure to a criminal-run planet.

The toddler won’t stop staring at him. He asks for a name. The kid says to call him Ben.

OW: Is that your name?

“Ben”: It is a name I am called :)

OW: That isn’t what I meant.

“Ben”: I know :)

Ben also keeps staring at OW’s lightsaber. OW decides to make sure the kid doesn’t start playing with it when he isn’t looking.

MEANWHILE

Ahsoka has figured out that she was really very oh-so wrong. She’s on Mandalore. As in, the Mandalore that is under Jango Fett. Bc she’s with Jango Fett. He’s holding her hand bc she was nervous about the strange looking medic (who was just wearing armor, but not clone armor and civies don’t wear armor.)

Ahsoka knows very little about Jango Fett. Clone Buir, Mandalorian leader, tried to kill Master Kenobi. Also dead.

He asks how she got in. She shrugs. She is too small to fight back so she can’t let him know anything. Whatever everything is right now. But also, he doesn’t seem mean or evil or anything.

Oh yeah. Skyguy said that Mandos love children. That's why the clones were so protective of her, even with Skyguy on her side of the argument.

She decides to use this to her advantage. She can probably get herself a comm, and enough time to call the Temple. If she can convince them she at least knows a Jedi, then they can come get her and she'll work from there.

ELSEWHERE

Rex and Cody are getting really upset. This Duchess is really nice, but she's acting really weird and keeps insisting she's not actually called Duchess. No one will give them a comm, they keep getting weird looks for speaking Mando'a even though they're on Mandalore, and Satine's father keeps mentioning a Fett. Maybe Boba's set a bad example again.

Rex starts to fall asleep, to his chagrin. He's too bored, sitting and getting some abnormally extensive check-up. Cody is fine, but he's used to the calm that is General Kenobi. Rex usually has a Togruta teen in the vents and a Human that is never where he's supposed to be.

Rex does, in fact, fall asleep. His "twin" starts glaring when a doctor goes to wake him up. Cody makes it clear that his brother is like Cat: once asleep, you do not wake.

Satine is giggling, but trying not to let the others hear. Cody does. Cody looks at her. They have a stare-off.

Cody goes back to glaring at the doctors. He will not admit to any emotions besides Protect™.

BACK TO

Obi-Wan and Ben have made it to Tatooine.

[chihomichannel]

i wish you all the happiness in the world

| pairing: oikawa tooru x short female! reader | summary: In which you loved each other for all this time but timing was never on your side | genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, kinda smut but not really | warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, cursing, alcohol, NOT EDITED ‘cause i’m tired | word count: 6964 words | a/n: hi hi! this is my first haikyuu ff. hope you like it! ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ i have to say though, i’m not really satisfied with this smh. it’s more like a summary of an entire fanfic i’ve thought for oikawa siiigh. this also was kinda rushed by the end ‘cause i wanna post it already jhbksdjna

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You treasure your time back in childhood. Whenever you think back to those days, you would be reminded of the times you spent with Oikawa and Iwaizumi by your side. Still young and ignorant to the world other than your own little bubble, you played around and made memories that even years later, you could still remember what you felt back then. What it felt like to pull on your sister’s hair and the terror that went with it, what it felt like to accidentally injure yourself after you tried copying that one commercial you saw on TV, what it felt like to trip over your own feet as you dived head first to receive a ball for the first time - and with all those times of stupidity and utter fun, Oikawa and Iwaizumi was always there. You don’t even remember the first time you met them. All you knew was that they were already a part of your life for as long as you could remember.

You and Oikawa are next-door neighbors and Iwaizumi lives just right around the corner by the end of the street. For everyday that passed by, you three were always joined at the hips. You can’t even remember a time in your childhood that you weren’t with either of the two. Or maybe it was because it was so long ago that you don’t remember everything now that you’re a bit older.

But a distinct memory of Oikawa forcing both you and Iwaizumi’s pinkies to his as he shouted in promise “Someday, we’ll make it all to nationals!” Nationals. What a fancy word for such young dreamers.

But hence, when you reached the age of kindergarten, your parents made it a mission and a promise to always, always enroll the three of you in the same school. They thought your friendship was cute and special. Even everyone in the neighborhood found your little group endearing. They could never imagine one without the other two or either of the bunch. You would always be three and that would never change. At least that was the ideal reality that everyone imagined for you three.

Though that ideal friendship remained true for years and years. But in your final year of middle school, that was when everything shifted its course.

It was when Oikawa and you were alone in between the two gyms that separated the boy’s volleyball team and the girl’s volleyball team. You were a setter, a genius setter. And during that time, you didn’t know the animosity Oikawa held towards genius volleyball players. So when he told you “You’re a really great setter” And with the small smile accompanied by those fluttering words, a great wave of pride swelled in your chest to hear such a comment from such a great setter, a tinge of pink painted across your cheeks.

You let out a small shy “Thank you” Your eyes stuck on the ground with your hair hiding your reddening cheeks. You didn’t notice the slight quirk in the corners of his smile. Too busy with your head in the clouds, you failed to notice the envy that flashed through his dark chocolate-brown eyes.

While you were busy pining over your new realized feelings, Oikawa was also busy over his conflicting feelings for you. You were his friend, his best friend along with Iwaizumi. So why does he harbor so much jealousy towards you? It was him who got you into volleyball in the first place. It was him who dragged you out of bed every morning for as long as he could remember just to play volleyball. But seeing you do so much better than him, even when he would never face you on the court, he couldn’t help but feel insecure in your presence.

He thinks he could do more, be better and surpass every living genius in the world of volleyball. He wants to be the best. He needs to be much much better. And with the green-eyed monster controlling his need to be the best, without knowing it, he held a resentment against you.

And you, none the wiser of your friend’s bitterness towards you, you found more reasons to be around Oikawa more. More than you already do. Which to be honest did not help calm the growing storm Oikawa harbors in his heart. You always just seem to be everywhere and seeing you always reminds him of what he’s lacking. Feelings of guilt, envy and your sudden overwhelming presence is what drove him to finally snap. To finally pull the trigger and kill whatever’s left of his fondness towards you.

Iwaizumi had told you that Oikawa has been pushing himself much more than normal. Oikawa has been losing his cool and Iwaizumi has explained the pressure, the constant need to be better and the inferiority Oikawa feels towards players like Kageyama and Ushijima. But neither you nor Iwaizumi knew you were one of those Oikawa felt inferior to.

So one late afternoon, the sun has set and the sky is minutes away from dark. Hours after classes were dismissed and the rest of the players had been sent home, you entered the boy’s volleyball gym alongside Iwaizumi to see that Oikawa is still hell-bent on practicing.

You frowned. You could see how exhausted he was but still, he stood on his two feet, determined. Before you could even call out his name, Kageyama caught your attention as he made his way to his senior “Oikawa-san, please teach me how to serve”

As if something inside him snapped in half, Oikawa’s hand flew towards Kageyama only for Iwaizumi to catch his arm in time “Get a grip you moron!” Stunned silence echoed through the gym, only heavy breaths and wide eyes spoke volumes of what just happened. “I’m sorry” Oikawa relaxed and Iwaizumi let him go. But his eyes, he was just as shocked with his actions as much as everyone was.

“Kageyma, I’m sorry but we’re done for the day” Iwaizumi’s spoke and with that, Kageyama walked away, eyeing Oikawa warily as he passed him by.

“Tooru?” Your voice caught his attention. You being there sent him in overload and before he could stop himself, before Iwaizumi had the chance to stop the words that flew out of Oikawa’s mouth, he snapped once again. But this time, there was no stopping it.

“You!” He bellowed, you flinched “I hate you! I hate you and your presence and everything that is you!”

“Huh?” “Wha-? OI!”

“-Why are you always everywhere? Why do you have to be a part of my life? You’re always in my eyes! You’re always there and I am sick of it!” Oikawa huffed, tears brimming on his eyes. You’re already crying.

“You like me don’t you?” 

He knows

“-Well I don’t like it! Stay away from me will you! You overwhelm me!”

He knows

You clenched your hand, shaking.

“-WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE A SETTER?!” With a frustrated cry, Oikawa dropped to his knees and suddenly, you realize.

‘He hates me’ You thought. You didn’t even dwell as to why when you ran out the gym. You heard Iwaizumi call out your name but you ignored him and ran. You ran and ran until your lungs forced you to stop, tumbling down to your knees as you sobbed in the empty road under the street light.

You can’t understand for the life of you. Had you been mean to him? Have you done something wrong? Or is it because he knows you like him and he doesn’t feel that way towards you. Maybe you made him uncomfortable. His mother doesn’t really help as she always gushes about how you should be her future daughter-in-law. You had overwhelmed him and now he hates you.

It was only the night before Monday did you remember what he last told you.

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE A SETTER?”

‘Ah’ you thought as you realized the roots of his new found resentment towards you.

Oikawa has always been ambitious and successful at whatever he sets his mind into. But he was no genius and his skills were practiced, it did not come naturally. You remembered those times he ranted about Ushijima and how unbelievably strong he is. And Kageyama and how he’s younger yet so much better than he is. And then there’s you.

He had never complained about you. Or at least none that you knew about. You should have realized when people started calling you a genius. You should have noticed the change of his demeanor towards you. How he doesn’t smile genuinely anymore. How you weren’t actually friends anymore. 

You didn’t love volleyball and maybe that’s one of the reasons why he hates you. Or maybe that’s the exact reason why. You don’t even love it yet you’re so good at it. No wonder he was frustrated about you. He’s not just envious about your skills, he’s also frustrated to see you obtain something he wants when you’re only half-hearted into the game. It was a reminder that no matter how hard he pushed himself, there would always be some genius that would trample over his hardened efforts.

You couldn’t believe how fast you could go from liking someone to hating them the next.

You avoided him after that incident. You avoided him like the plague. You still talk to Iwaizumi though but not as much as before. You distanced yourself from them and before you knew it, you had graduated.

Over the summer, that was when people noticed the shift in the dynamic of your friendship. The three became two and you’re now only one. You don’t leave your house, not even when Iwaizumi called out your name for an hour because you knew Oikawa would be there.

Oikawa did not make any effort to reconcile with you and it annoyed you to no end. It was always Iwaizumi acting as the mediator but eventually, even he gave up. It was tiring to force two people to reconcile when neither party wanted anything to do with the other.

It doesn’t mean Oikawa didn’t feel guilty. His guilt was one of the reasons why he exploded and it was also guilt that made him ashamed of facing you. You were a precious friend, a childhood friend, a person who’s known him for so long. A person who knows him better than his family and yet he pushed you away. 

And now you won’t come back.

At the opening ceremony in high school, he waited for you. He thought that he would make peace with you. Apologize once and for all. You were already in high school for god’s sake. You had let the whole summer wash away the broken pieces of your friendship with no way of reconciliation. You had wasted a whole summer and Oikawa’s determined to bring everything back to where it was. Even if it meant to pick up all the pieces of the broken fragments of your strained friendship. He would do so. Because you’re precious to him, more than you nor he could understand.

But you never came. And at once, all that courage and determination in him was also washed away.

You went to Karasuno for high school and swore your soul to the gods that exist that you would never ever step foot into a volleyball court ever again. You had decided to quit on volleyball. Sure, you were a genius at it but you didn’t love it. At least not as much as some people you know. But that promise was also thrown away when Sugawara, a classmate, begged you to be their manager.

He was resolute and you were annoyed. And so you rejected his offer. Though that did not stop him from pestering you, begging you down to his knees which is why you found yourself watching a practice match held in the school’s volleyball gym.

‘They’re weak’ You thought. You didn’t really care as you watched the team pathetically lost. You could not stress enough the difference in power between your school and the away team. It was truly and utterly pitiable.

You had heard about the tale of the once powerhouse that is Karasuno and you wondered what happened. You learned that your school had once managed to make it to the nationals so why is the team so weak now? No coach, no manager, just players.

You were already leaving, indifferent to your school’s volleyball team when your ears perked up on an insult, an insult that sent you to overdrive and before you knew it, you were screaming. You screamed at your school’s team. You screamed a vow, a vow to get them to nationals once again. And so beyond your belief, you were on the court once again. Though this time, you were only at the side.

It was in the Interhigh Tournament did you and Oikawa look at each other once again. His eyes were wide while yours was determined, glaring at him as if challenging him. He knew of your abilities and how well you could use that to coach others. He knew you could use that to examine opponents and use that knowledge against them. You were a genius that way. And so seeing you in the opponent’s team as their manager made him nervous. Just because you were a manager doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be able to help the team technically.

But how can you help a team that doesn’t want your help in the first place? It was only you and your other fellow first years that were bitter when you lost in the first round. Your seniors seemed to accept that your team just wasn’t good enough. And the frustration sent you to silent tears as you questioned your decision of being involved in volleyball again.

And Oikawa, being the ever jackass that he is, used the opportunity to tease you. An excuse to talk to you. And imagine the delight he felt when you gave him the attention. And so started the rivalry you never imagined you would have with him.

You thought that maybe if he hadn’t chosen to tease you that day, you would’ve quit the volleyball club. And maybe if he hadn’t teased you that day, you would have probably never talked again.

Three years passed and it was your last year at high school. With the addition of promising first years, you faced off against Aoba Johsai in the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers. Karasuno won and would face off Shiratorizawa for the finals. You should be glad, ecstatic even. So why are you sad? Why are you mourning for your childhood friends’ loss? Why won’t you look away from the opponent and celebrate with your team?

But how could you when you could see the two special people in your life fight off the tears that threatened to stream down their eyes. And the night after Karasuno beat Shiratorizawa, you thought ‘Nationals’ 

You were the only one who made it to Nationals. And you weren’t even a player.

The thought of that stupid childhood promise left a bitter taste on your mouth.

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The high of the nationals died down once it was over and you and your fellow third years now focus on studying for the finals and upcoming university entrance exams. It was dismissal time and having no volleyball club activities any more, you head straight home, parting ways with Sugawara at the intersection.

You sighed. The sky is orange with hues of pink, purple and blue painting the sky gradient. You had arrived by your house’s gate when you heard the ruckus of voices. Male voices. So you turn and lo and behold, it was Oikawa, Iwaizumi and number 2 and 3 from what you could remember.

They turn to look at you and their ruckus dies down. You turned your back at them, already opening the gate when Iwaizumi called out your name. You turn your focus back at them “Would you mind tutoring us?”

“Please, she’s bad at math” Oikawa commented. You felt a nerve pop out of your neck “You bitch, you suck at everything but volleyball!”

“Excuse me, I’m in class 6-” “Doesn’t matter”

Iwaizumi could only sigh as Matsukawa and Hanamaki watched in amusement. ‘So you’re the famous childhood friend’ they thought.

You and Oikawa stared down at each other, neither backing down. For added effect, you crossed your arms which earned a snort from the setter “Please?” Iwaizumi pleaded. With a sigh, you looked at your friend “Fine. I’ll just tell mom first”

Why did you accept? You didn’t know. But you knew you didn’t mind being around Oikawa now. Though you don’t really trust him, not anymore.

Your mom was surprised to hear you would be going to Oikawa’s house. It’s been years and she could not hide the glee on her face as she practically pushed you out of the house. With a deep breath, you made your way to his house.

The door opened to his mother who, like your mom, albeit a bit more enthusiastic, was ecstatic beyond relief at the sight of you. She asked you continuously without giving you any chance to reply “Did you finally make up? Are you friends again? You’re talking again? How splendid! Why did you stop talking in the first place? I was so sad. I missed you so dearly. It wasn't the same without you”

She kept on beaming and you only replied in awkward chuckles, not wanting to kill her joy and tell her you still very much held a grudge against her son. But fortunately, she left you to the company of the four boys who sprawled all around the couch, bags thrown at the side with the television on in a music channel. A girl group is performing.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be studying?”

“Shh, Miho-chan is singing” Oikawa held a finger on his lips. You could only grimace at their focus on the girl group. Maybe you should go now.

But before you could even turn around, Iwaizumi had turned off the TV much to the boys’ protests “Fanboy later you horny scumbags”

“You know I’m here, right?” You say and Iwaizumi sent you an apologetic smile.

“You don’t count as a girl anyway so it doesn’t really matter” You felt your heart drop at Oikawa’s comment. You frowned, dropping your books down on the coffee table with a slam. The three boys jumped, startled. They were sitting down on the floor when you did that.

With a huff, you sat down at the end of the table while Matsukawa and Hanamaki sat beside each other and across from them sat Oikawa and Iwaizumi “So-” You cleared your throat as they looked at you in synchrony “-what is it you need help in?”

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You looked up to the digital clock hanging on the wall. 8:47 pm, it read “Aren’t you guys gonna go home?”

Oikawa is fast asleep on the coffee table, head resting in his arms. Matsukawa has given up on his practice test and Hanamaki sat spaced out. It was only Iwaizumi whose focus is still on his notes. Even you gave up 15 minutes ago, feeling your head ache as the words start swirling incoherently in your mind.

You received a hum of reply, everyone focused on their own little worlds. You sighed, closing your book and tucking in the notes in your bag in a hurry. You stood up, groaning at the ache that has built up on your legs from hours of sitting. The others noticed this and copied your actions, slowly standing up and slinging their bags on their shoulders “You all should rest for the day. Just continue tomorrow”

Iwaizumi did not budge from his position and you walked out of the living room to the front door, Matsukawa and Hanamaki hot on your heels. Once you were outside, you were about to bid them goodbye when Hanamaki beat you to it “Hey, I’ve been thinking. Why didn’t you go to Seijoh?”

Matsukawa hit Hanamaki in the back of his head, earning a hiss from the latter “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that”

“Why? Did they talk about me?” Your smile was sad it could come off as a frown. The two boys looked at you sheepishly and you chuckled, turning away from them as you unlocked your gate “We’ve heard the three of you were close and that something happened. They didn’t really elaborate. You’re a really touchy subject” This made you laugh

“Damn” You turned back around to face them to see that they’re still on the same spot, waiting for your response. But you only gave them half a smile, bid goodbye and entered your house.

The next day, you slept through your alarm. Only waking up when your mother woke you up with a screech. And so you skipped on breakfast, snatching a biscuit from the top of the refrigerator and dashed out of your house. Only to be met with Oikawa getting on his bike, obviously late like you are.

“Shouldn’t you be at morning practice?” “Shouldn’t you know that 3rd years don’t go to practice anymore?” You rolled your eyes.

“Geez, how could I know? I don’t go to your school, dumbass” Oikawa pedaled to match your pace “You sound like Iwa-chan, chibi-chan~”

You held your tongue, though your frown failed to conceal your annoyance. Oikawa gazed at you, pursing his lips as you refused to look at his way “Hop on, chibi-chan. No matter how fast you go, you’ll still be late with those tiny legs of yours”

“Can you shut up?!” “What? Is that your best retort? How lame~” You kicked the wheel of his bike sending him trembling out of balance “Hey!”

You huffed. You did not sign up for so much annoyance so early in the morning. You groaned, head looking up at the sky in exasperation when Oikawa blocked your way “Please, please get hit by a truck” Oikawa looked offended

“Ouch, chibi-chan. Just hop on already, you know I’m right” He gave you a grin which only aggravated you more “No”

“Don’t be so stubborn, little girl” “I am not little” “Your height says otherwise” “I’ll kill you!”

Both of you were locked out of the gate that day.

Your review with the four boys continued everyday after school. As well as your morning walk to the school being bombarded by Oikawa. When he learned what time you go to school, Oikawa made it his mission to walk with you. Always biking at your pace as he ranted on and on much to your dismay. You had begged Iwaizumi to go to school with the two of you since Oikawa doesn’t give any signs of giving up on you. But Iwaizumi only gave you a grunt for a response, mumbling about respecting his sleep.

And came one Friday morning, 2 weeks left of school and 3 days before university entrance examinations. Oikawa is waiting by your gate as always and hopped on at the sight of you “Morning, chi-bi-chan~”

Closing your gate, he waits for you to walk but was pleasantly surprised when you sat on the back of his bike “Huh?”

“Bike” You said and so he did. He began telling a story about Iwaizumi tripping in front of his crush, elaborating on what happened that day. And you, you were uncharacteristically quiet. 

Usually, you’ll banter with him. And so when you called out his name, Oikawa could feel that you were about to say something heavy. So he continued rambling, zoning out your voice and filling the air with his words.

“Tooru” He paused, his heart thundering against his chest. It has been years since he last heard you call him by his name “Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like we’re friends” Oikawa let out a strained smile but you didn’t see

“Damn, that hurts y/n-chan” He said in jest but you could hear the genuine hurt in his voice. Oikawa felt your hand tighten as you clutch on the back of his jacket.

“Tooru-” You leaned your head against his back ‘-it’s weird how this makes me feel happy but hurt’ You thought

“Tooru-” ‘-I’m glad we’re talking again’

Oikawa could feel his heart go erratic, longing for whatever that is on your mind. Voice it out, he thought. Voice it out. But you don’t

“Tooru-” ‘-how come I still like you?’

That night, everyone is staying over at Oikawa’s house except for you. It would be weird considering you’re the only girl and your parents didn’t let you. But here you were, shivering in the cold as you knocked on the window outside Oikawa’s room. He was there because it was him who called you out at 2 in the morning, begging you to come. You shouldn’t have come but you couldn’t really resist him. Not even after all these years. Not even after convincing yourself to move on from him.

You’re whipped and you’re annoyed by it.

‘He’s a jackass’ You think as he holds your hand to support you down ‘He shouted at you. Never apologized, rejected you before you even had a chance to confess. He’s an annoying son of a bitch’

Your heart flutters when you stumble against his chest, Oikawa holding you by the shoulders to steady you “You’re cold” He says, his breath raining down on your hair. His breath was hot and your cheeks turned warm.

You fought the urge to look up at him but when he wrapped a blanket around you, your eyes unconsciously made its way to his face to see he was glowing red despite the darkness of his room.

“The others are in the living room” He says, pulling you down with him on his bed. Shuffling of sheets echoed around the room as Oikawa dived under the blanket. He had his arm under you while his other pulled you to his chest. He kept his arms around you, his chin on your head as you flushed yourself to his chest.

You could feel his heart, beating its way out of his chest. His heart slowly lulling you to sleep. He called out your name. You reluctantly pulled your head away from his chest and looked up at him “Hm?”

Oikawa bite his tongue, mulling over the words in his head. Should he tell you right now? What would your reaction be? He doesn’t want to hurt you again. He doesn’t want to repeat the same mistakes. He doesn’t want this moment to stop. For the world to pause and let him hold you close to him.

He thinks it over - deciding he should tell you soon. But not know. Not when your cheeks are red, your half-lidded eyes glossy as you gazed at him longingly. Oikawa leans in, planting a soft kiss to your forehead that tells you exactly what he feels. You could feel yourself shrink under the affection.

You didn’t notice that you fell asleep. Did not know that his eyes scanned every nook and crevices of your face. How beautiful you looked to him. How you would always be the prettiest in his eyes. How he looked at you so utterly and deeply in love it hurts to know that the time is ticking.

Oikawa brushes the strand of hair on your face, pushing it behind your ears in an agonizingly slow pace. He takes his time feeling your skin, placing his lips on your forehead and falls asleep with your warmth wrapped against his.

After that night, you and Oikawa grew more affectionate with each other. Sure, you still banter. That would never change. But there was a shift in the air and you knew there was something in there. But neither of you admitted anything. Still friends but much more than just that. Nothing was official and no one acknowledged the elephant in the room.

And you were glad it was never official. Because after graduation, Oikawa’s mom threw a party for him. A graduation party. A farewell party.

It seems like night brings out the intimacy that the morning shies away. Oikawa had led you to the playground behind your house. You remembered playing here with Oikawa and Iwaizumi, practicing volleyball as always.

You climbed up the slide and sat down at the top, letting your feet dangle on the edge. Oikawa sat beside you, his long legs dangling down beside yours. You studied the difference and smiled to yourself.

“I’m going to Argentina” He says, refusing to look at you. His hands are pulled into a fist, trembling. You placed your hand on top of his, his shaking stops as he finally looks your way “That’s great” You said, and you mean it.

He smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes. So you held his cheeks, head tilting to the side “It has always been your dream, Tooru. I can’t believe it’s finally happening”

“It’ll be hard” You snort “Of course. It’s Argentina dude. Japan is still miles away from their skills” Your eyes glint at that, giving Oikawa a determined smile “But we’ll beat you, just you wait”

“I’ll win first” And he means it. You laugh, hand dropping from his cheeks “I’ll look forward to it”

Oikawa gazes at you with so much adoration in his eyes. You were the only person who didn’t tell him his plans were stupid. And he loves you for that.

“I love you” he was the first to crack. Your cheeks turn red, expression shy at his intense gaze “I-I love you too” You stutter, a bit overwhelmed.

Oikawa chuckles “You’re cute” His words don't really help to die down the red in your cheeks. In fact, it only worsens it “Shut up” You grumble indignantly and he laughs.

“Hey, will you be my girlfriend?” At this, you looked at him with a sad smile.

“We can’t” Oikawa knew your answer before he even asked. But he didn’t expect the pain would hurt that much.

“Can’t we try?” His voice is painful and it broke your heart to see him so broken “Tooru” He looks at you pleadingly and he speaks

“I think I've been in love with you all this time. But to be honest-” He bitterly chuckles “-I was envious of you more than I liked you"

"And that's why it's a no" you smiled sadly.

"You love volleyball, Tooru. More than anything else. More than you. More than me" The atmosphere was somber. Until a thought passed by your mind and you tittered.

"More than milk bread" The both of you giggled.

"Yeah...more than milk bread"

Neither of you moved. Not even when the sun rose from its sleep and in a few hours, he'll leave.

He'll leave.

And you have to let him go. Even though he's right there beside you. So close yet so far away. He's there and he loves you. But for his dreams. For him.

You let him go.

And then he's gone. On the other side of the world, thousands and millions of miles away from you. And you regret the three years that could've been so much more if the two of you hadn't been so stupid and so prideful.

And just like that, years and years passed. Both Oikawa and Iwaizumi left abroad and only you stayed. Though you did move to Tokyo and worked at a hospital for a few months until the opportunity to work as an assistant manager and physical therapist for MSBY Black Jackals came up. You could only thank the stars for connections. In this field, you only get a chance if someone in it knows you. And luckily for you, you know a ton of them from your years as a manager back in high school. 

It’s 2021 and 8 years have passed and you remained in contact with Oikawa. Though you don’t talk as much as you two now have your own separate lives. He has volleyball and you have your athletes. And of course, during the course of those 8 years, the both of you had dated several people. Some long term, some not so long. And inside those 8 years, you’ve finally convinced yourself you’ve moved on from Oikawa Tooru.

The olympics is this year and along with Iwaizumi, you were pulled in to be a manager and their physical therapist. You had made quite the reputation in the industry. What with your genius mind for volleyball, opponent teams that know you fear your analytical skills and your ability to use that knowledge for the benefit of your team. Really, all professional volleyball teams want you. It just so happens that it was MSBY Black Jackals that called you first.

Oikawa doesn’t know that you and Iwaizumi are part of the Japan team. And so when his team emerged, ready to face old rivals, Oikawa swore his eyes jumped at the sight of you and Iwaizumi.

Your heart swelled with pride, lips outstretched to a big smile. You’re proud of him, so so much.

You could only yelp when Oikawa sprinted towards you and pulled you and Iwaizumi in a tight hug. It’s been such a long time since you saw each other. And a thought passed by your head.

The three of you didn’t make it all in the nationals, but you sure did all go to the olympics.

When Japan lost and Argentina won, you didn’t find it in yourself to be sad. Instead, you were happy. Ecstatic. Euphoric. You’re so proud of everyone, of your teammates and rivals. To have made it this far, they were truly beyond just amazing.

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“You could stay with me” Oikawa says nonchalantly as he takes your bag from your hand, the hubbub of the crowd ringing in your ears as you exit the airport “My car’s right here” He tells you as you near a red sports sedan. Unlocking the car, he placed your bag at the backseat as you sat at the passenger's seat.

You’re in Argentina for the weekend for a seminar for sports physical therapists. Just two days, sure nothing could happen for such a short time.

“Nah, just drive me to a hotel” Oikawa gazed at you mischievously

“What? Afraid I’ll do something?” You threw a box of tissue at him “Shut up bitch” He laughed, taking a seat before starting the car “So you are” 

“Please” You scoff.

You ended up staying at his guest room.

His house is in an apartment - a kitchen, a couch, a TV, a fucking gym, and pictures on the wall. His apartment is surprisingly cozy, you noted. 

You dropped your phone on the bed, collapsing in fatigue. Your eyes were about to flutter shut when Oikawa’s voice boomed in the room “You should shower. Ya stinky from the flight” You rolled your eyes.

You reluctantly pushed yourself out of bed, passing by him and snatching the towel from his hands. You noticed he already changed into a shirt and shorts. You could see the outline of his muscles, lining down his chest. His thighs in view, you tried hard not to stare.

But of course, Oikawa being the ever asshole that he is, comments “Take a picture! It’ll last!”

Once shower was over, you fell down beside him on the couch, the television on in the sports channel. It’s Schweiden Adlers against Azuma Pharmacy Green Rockets. You smiled thoughtfully at the sight of Ushijima and Goshiki on TV.

“What time tomorrow is your seminar again?” Oikawa asks, passing you the milk break from the coffee table. You took it “8 in the morning until 5” He hums, bread down his throat.

“Wanna go out after? My practice ends at the same time” You yawn “Sure”

True to his words, he picked you up from the university 30 minutes after five. Oikawa took you everywhere, to the beach, to a restaurant, to a park, even to a club. Which is probably why he’s dragging your drunk ass to his apartment at 1 am.

You slipped from his arms and landed on the floor with a thud “Shit” You heard him curse under his breath as he hurriedly closed the door behind him. You felt arms curl around yours causing you to giggle “That tingles”

“How can you get drunk from 2 glasses of vodka?” He mused but you only giggled at him. Oikawa glanced at the clock, 1:42 am. Sighing, Oikawa put a hand under your knees and back, carrying you bridal style to your room.

“Tooru” You exhaled, your hot breath sticking to his face as he laid you down gently on the bed. Gulping, Oikawa turned away, grabbing the blanket to put it over you. He felt your hand enclose his cheek, forcing his gaze to you.

Your cheeks are red, illuminated by the moon that is the only light source in the room. Your hair is a mess and your breath stinks of vodka. Your eyes are closing, hands collapsing on your side as you exhale, dropping your head on the pillow. Oikawa notes the way your eyelashes squint and the mole in your left eyelid. And suddenly, Oikawa felt like he was eighteen again.

You could feel his breath, hear his heavy breathing and you flutter your eyes open. You shrink under his gaze, lips parting unconsciously and Oikawa fought with all his might not to kiss you right there and then. His eyes are half-lidded, filled with desire, longing, and love.

Love. Suddenly, you’re not so drunk anymore.

“Tooru” You breathed out in a soft voice. As if something in him snapped, his lips zoomed into yours in a passionate heated kiss. You moan, slinging your arms on his nape, pulling him closer to you until he was in between your thighs.

“Tooru” You slipped out when he removed his lips on yours only to kiss you again. You could feel the heat of his skin on yours as you pulled and pulled him closer as humanly possible. 8 years flashed through your eyes and all you could think about was how good it feels to have his lips nipping on your neck.

He moans your name, fingers combing through your hair in a desperate attempt to feel all of you. He’s wanted you for so long he couldn’t think straight when he felt your hands dig under his shirt, the cold of your hands digging into his back. He groans, kissing you again in the lips before letting you slip his shirt off his shoulders.

You hum, pulling away to kiss his collarbone, hands feeling his chest down to his abdomen. You felt him tug your shirt and you giggled into his chest, taking your shirt off only for Oikawa to roam his hands on your back, to your front then to your chest. He pressed a soft peck on the flesh of your breasts that wasn’t covered by your bra and he looked up at you and asked “Are you sure?”

“Yes” You exhaled and that was all it took for Oikawa to push you gently deeper to the bed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers working its way down to your legs. He took off your pants, Oikawa took a deep breath at the sight of your cunt. He goes back up to you, nuzzling his head into your neck and whispers “God, the things you make me feel” He airly chuckles.

You took a hold of his cheeks, kissing his eyes, his nose then his lips “I love you”

“I love you too”

-

“God, I’m nervous” Oikawa starts, jumping lightly as he holds your hand. You rolled your eyes but a smile plastered on your face. You grin at him and he continues “I’ve been an idiot for a very long time-” He pauses and smiles

“-still am” You snort “-but a tad bit better now that I’m with you” A soft, endeared smile crept onto your lips

“I won’t say that I don’t regret all those years that I could’ve been with you. But we both know that was crucial and all that matters is that now I’m with you” His eyes shone and his lips creased into a smile that reached his ears

“I promise to never leave you,” he pushes the ring into your left ring finger “-not even death can do us apart” You hear your family and friends laugh in the background

“I will bother you every step of the way-” you could not help the roll of your eyes “-and love you for the rest of my life”

“Actually, scratch that. I’ll love you even when I die. I’ll love you in my next life. And the one after that, and the one after that. No matter how many times I reborn-” Oikawa takes your hands to his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his soft lips on your knuckles

“-I vow to find you and love you. Like I’ve always had and always will”

For all of your life, Oikawa Tooru has been a constant even at times you wish he wasn’t. There was a time you loathed him, a time you missed him, a time you forgot him, and a time you realized you will never stop loving him.

And as you stand before your creator, in front of your friends and family, promising to love each other till the end of time. The sound of “I do”s and cheers reverberating around the hall, as he kissed you with a tilt of his head. 

You fell in love all over again.

i suck at ending lines ajhbsnckl. i’ma edit this later when i ain’t tired AND hungry

[thedragonnerd]

Rayaari headcanon - travel through the emotions with tears

(inspired by this lovely anon)

Tears of sorrow and pain

Raya is so young when she loses her mother, that the concept of death is difficult for her to understand. The reality doesn't strike her until bedtime, when she slowly begins to realize that Ma will never again be there to sing her a lullaby, or hug her fear of the monsters away. Benja is unable to stop the tears for hours, as Raya screams and cries and hits her small fists on the bed. Finally, she upsets herself so much she throws up, and her crying trails off to quiet whimpers instead. For months afterwards, Benja and Raya both dread bedtime, for this is when sorrow hits the hardest for her.

Namaari is nine when her Ba dies. Death is not an unknown concept for her, unfortunately. She has already begun to see its cold grasp ensnaring Fang citizens as famine begins to sweep the lands. But nothing can prepare her for the news the young soldier delivers of her Ba's accident, nor the expression on Ma's face when they both realize he won't be coming home. She doesn't cry for the first week after his death, and people whisper about how stoic and brave she's being. In reality, she is too shocked and numb to demonstrate any further emotions, until one night she awakens to find Ma has crawled into bed next to her, hugging her close in her sleep. Hot tears fall down her cheek, and she burrows into her mother's embrace as she cries silently.

After the Druun return, after she loses her Ba, Raya finds herself scared and all alone in the world, besides faithful Tuk Tuk. During the day, she wraps herself in false bravado, learning how to be a confident young woman instead of an easy mark for people with questionable motives. She employs a 'fake it until she makes it' approach to life, and it carries her through well enough...except at night. At night, she can't help but remember both her parents, and in the darkness she softly sings her mother's lullaby to soothe herself as the tears fall.

When the magnitude of what she has done by trying to take the Dragon Gem hits Namaari, she is horrified with herself. She cries quietly at night for weeks on end, reluctant to talk to anyone about her guilt. And then one day, she wakes up and decides she has no right to cry over it – she should step up and be responsible for her own actions instead, and be the best leader she can be. For several years after that moment, she refuses to let herself cry. Then one scouting mission, she loses her first soldier to the Druun, watching him turn to stone over her shoulder as they flee. She manages to hold it together as she tells his family how brave he had been; then, she goes to the kitchen, stealing as much rice wine as she can carry. She hides with her serlots, drunkenly crying into their soft fur until she can barely breathe. After that, she allows herself to cry sometimes, but only ever when alone.

The first time Raya visits Talon, she is fourteen and half-starving. The market place is loud and confusing, but it’s also full of food and wonderful scents. Unfortunately, she has no jade pieces and the soldiers patrolling the stalls do not seem like people with whom she should risk get into trouble. She almost walks away instead of trying to buy anything, but her stomach cramps just at that moment, and she almost gasps in pain. It breaks her heart, but she slowly hands over a ring of gold in order to buy some food – the only thing she has with her that belonged to her mother. ‘You know, that vendor scammed you,’ a young boy tells her with a snort, as she walks away. ‘You should have gotten far more product for the worth of the ring.’ The food tastes like ashes in her mouth after that, and hot tears slip down her cheeks as she tries to choke down the rest of her dinner.

Namaari’s scouting party is ambushed, not by the Druun, but by angry citizens from Spine. She loses good people that day, watching in horror as they are overwhelmed by Spine’s army, still acting as good soldiers trying to protect their Princess until the end. The last warrior screams at her to run, and even though it is against her instincts, she turns and flees into the forest, not even stopping when a sharp pain pierces her side - an arrow hitting its mark. She collapses some distance later, crying in pain and fear. For the first time, she fears she will die alone, bleeding out amongst the trees. Then she remembers her mother, remembers her duties and the promises she made to herself, and staggers upright. Her serlot finds her as she slowly makes her way forwards, and when she finally manges to crawl onto her back, they take off towards Fang.

‘You’re a traitor to your people,’ someone snaps at Raya, as she tries to mediate between two disagreeing Heart citizens. ‘You try to tell us what to do, but you’re a Princess who doesn’t even know half of her own culture. Too busy cavorting with binturis from Fang and other lands to bother with your own.’ She can feel the tears coming on as the words cut deep into all the fears she has about herself – how she isn’t a good leader, how she lost so many years where she should have learnt about Heart and her role as Princess. A hand lands on her shoulder squeezing gently, yet the voice behind its owner is cutting. ‘Gentlemen, I suggest you leave now before you make me do something I regret,’ Namaari says, and when the men depart angrily, silence falls. Namaari doesn’t say anything at first, drawing Raya into an embrace instead. ‘You’re a better leader than they could hope to be,’ she whispers into Raya’s hair, kissing her head gently. Raya clings to her tightly, arms wrapped around her waist.

‘You’re not welcome here, binturi,’ comes the accusation thrown into her face, and Namaari flinches, much to her own disgust. The celebratory gathering is supposed to be for all the lands to come together, but she can understand Fang not being so warmly welcomed. She is trying though, trying to atone for her mistakes, and after a long day of talking herself into having the confidence to attend, she is now just feeling overwhelmed with their cutting remarks. She simply nods and tries to walk away while hiding her face, but Raya is already pushing past her, getting into the personal space of the other women with a snarl. ‘She’s more welcome here than you currently,’ she growls. Then she spins around, holds out an arm gallantly to Namaari with a smile, and says ‘shall we?’ with a wink. Namaari links their arms, and they walk away with their heads held high.

Tears of laughter and joy

There is something charming and fun in watching Sisu learn more about people and their odd behaviours. Namaari is still slightly in awe of dragons in general, but she finds it easier the more she spends time with Sisu and watches her do ridiculous things. Sisu often brings Tong, Boun and even Noi along to visit Raya, and Namaari loves this time especially, because Raya will go and join in on the fun, laughing at her friends’ antics until tears stream down her face. Namaari sits and watches them with a smile, until Raya runs over and grabs her by the hand, dragging her over to the group.

Raya likes to think she is excellently athletic and nimble on her feet, and to a certain extent this is true. Unfortunately, she has a rather clumsy side to her also, and she spectacularly demonstrates this in front of Namaari by mistake. She is trying to demonstrate how smooth her mounts and dismounts from Tuk Tuk’s saddle are, and even goes so far as to try and show off by standing up on his back. And yet, she slips sideways instead, arms windmilling in the air before she drops onto the floor. ‘Are you alright?’ Namaari calls, and as soon as Raya answers in the affirmative, she can hear a cackle of laughter. Namaari is laughing so hard that there are tears shining in her eyes, and Raya can’t feel too embarrassed by her tumble when it brings Namaari such joy.

At the end of a very long day of Council meetings, Raya wants nothing more than to escape the political grandstanding and disappear into the night instead of staying for dinner. She manages to grab some food from the kitchen before it is even brought out for the guests, and then steals Namaari herself as company. They sit under the stars, enjoying their picnic and complaining about the day. Namaari does a wonderful impersonation of the most annoying Councilor in the meeting, and Raya startles into loud laughter at how realistic it is. Soon they are lying next to each other, giggling loudly until they are both crying from laughter.

Namaari kisses Raya for the first time during a sparring session. They are fighting in a casual manner for once, not trying to be highly competitive as usual, but preferring to shoot as many teasing remarks towards the other as punches, enjoying the moment. Raya manages to pin Namaari down on the ground, leaning forwards slightly to highlight her triumphant and teasing expression, and instead sees Namaari staring up at her with a soft smile. Namaari brings both hands up to slide her fingers through Raya’s hair, drawing her down until their lips are touching softly. Raya feels tears welling up behind her eyes at she feels the love emanating from Namaari.

Raya proposes after two years of dating and several days of angsting over whether she has the correct words to say or the correct proposal gifts. But when it comes to the moment, she forgets everything, and just blurts out ‘I love you. Marry me?’ Namaari stares at her in shock for a moment, before stepping forward to kiss Raya. ‘Yes, yes of course,’ she says, her voice shaking from her emotions. Raya cups her cheeks in both hands, gently wiping away her tears before they kiss again.

When they marry, neither of them can get through their vows without some tears of happiness. No-one judges them for it though – most of their family and friends are crying also.

[brittledame]

Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori, Yamagata Hayato, Reon Oohira, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjirou, Kawanishi Taichi, Goshiki Tsutomu

Word Count: 5.7K

Tags: SFW, gender neutral reader, first date nerves, fluff, ages not specified

Notes: I did this instead of working on the other projects bc I wanted some fluff and here it is!

Ushijima:

On a visit with his grandmother is when he’s told about a local pottery masterclass happening the following weekend, piquing his interest

After some research, he comes to learnt that pottery is the perfect relaxing hobby with the added benefit of fine tuning his dexterity

It didn’t take much else to convince him to go

It was only after talking to a friend that he realises he should probably invite someone to tag along

After his grandmother politely declines, he follows her coy suggestion of inviting someone he likes

He invites you seemingly out of the blue

You’ve known him for a great deal of time and done some activities with him that could be construed as “romantic” and only started dating when Ushijima stated your relationship status to his team nearly a month ago

The look on your face when you found out at the exact moment as his team was priceless

After that, Ushijima left your relationship status on no uncertain terms and practically broadcasted it in his own unique way

This pottery class serves as another way to spend more time with you

After a few minutes of the pottery teacher painstakingly going through the motions to make a basic pot, a whirring noise followed by wet splattering steals your attention away from the clump of clay that is slowly taking form.

You glance over to find Ushijima looking at you, nonplussed at the mess of what was his pot now decorating his mock and forearms, his face is not left unmarked with the few splotches painting his cheek

You gape at him as he blinks as if coming out of a daze and looks down at the poor clump of clay and murmurs a small, “Oh.”

You didn’t mean to laugh, not really, but the utter surprise in his tone topped you over

After a mild scolding from the teacher and a new clump of clay, the two of you were good to go once again

The both of you took longer than most of the class, you with fussing about the tiny bumps you just couldn’t seem to smooth out and Ushijima with his second try

The class seemed to have unlocked his innate mastery of the ancient craft, as the pot looked near store-quality, you note with an ounce of envy

The group takes a break over some snacks and drinks as the pots are loaded into the kiln

Ushijima meticulously picks through the various glazes they had to offer, seeking your assistance after you picked your own out

You suggest the purple as homage to Shiratorizawa, where you two met, and the dark-rich brown, claiming it reminded you of his eyes

He considers you for a moment, a long enough pause for you to think over your words and begin to regret them before he nods decidedly and proudly presents the glazes he picked to the lady

With the class wrapping up, the lady running the class pops up as you two inspect your creations.

“Do you mind if I take a picture to post on our social media?”

Ushijima shakes his head as you answer, “We don’t mind.”

She flashes a wide smile and aims her phone in your direction. “Great! Say ‘pottery’.”

On cue you plaster on smile and brandish the clay creation as the camera clicks.

The lady, who is somehow even more dirtied than Ushijima, inspects the picture.

“You two are so cute together!” She fawns over the two of you. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your date together.”

She disappears before either of you can correct her.

You blurt out, "Is this a date?"

A pause. Then a hum, "I suppose it is."

A shared smile, you leave the studio with linked hands.

When you get home, you prowl through the studio’s page and find the picture and break out into gut-clutching laughter at the almost-pained looking smile Ushijima makes, tiny pot perched in his large hands adding a comedic effect.

After you recover, you end up saving it and making it your screen saver.

Tendou:

For all his casual confidence, you’re the one to ask him out and he’s the one to officially declare it the “big” first date

The plan was to go manga/book shopping and eat at the in-store cafe

It sounded like a pretty cut-and-dry standard date but with Tendou anything can turn into an adventure

Ecstatic is an understatement on how excited Tendou was for the weekend

He was nearly berated a dozen times for not paying enough attention to what he was doing and almost caused a small fire at one stage

You didn’t fare much better, either

The pair of you got a great deal of laughter from relaying it to one another in the late night hours before meeting up

Although underneath it all lurked the residual anxiety he tried to fight away, so he reminds you during the call, just to check that you didn’t regret inviting him out

As much as he despised the thought, the dark voice whispering at him that you would stand him up were quickly silenced when you show up with a bright smile and his name on your lips

Tendou reckons it’s the sweetest noise he’s ever heard, right after your laughter that he coaxes out with the little melodies he sings to himself as the two of you make way to the popular bookstore

After arriving, you wonder apart to check out separate sections and end up meeting at again the in-store café with books in hand

Over the chocolate cake slice Tendou brought to share, you take turns to gush over the selected choices spread across the tabletop

“I mean it isn’t that over done.” You argue, popping another forkful of the overly-sweet cake into your mouth.

Tendou throws his hands into the air. “Are you serious? Hero meets bad guy, then they fight a whole bunch, bad guy kills a bunch of people and the hero never kills the guy because he ‘doesn’t want to stoop to their level’,” You don’t mask your laughter at the overexaggerated deep voice Tendou imitates. “It’s not fair to the people that the bad guy goes to hurt later on.”

“Oh, I entirely agree with you there.” You take a moment to wonder how Tendou has eaten nearly half the thing to himself already, you’ve barely been seated for longer than a few minutes. “When done wrong, the whole ‘taking the high ground’ troupe is really tacky.”

Tendou blinks at you like he didn’t expect you to respond. You raise a brow at him as a toothy grin spreads over his face, a slight pink painted across his pale cheeks.

“What?”

“Nothing. I like talking to someone that knows their stuff, is all. Don’t get me wrong, miracle boy is great company, but I can only try to convince him to read more than the ads they run for so long before I go insane.” He chuckles under his breath, words heartfelt enough that a matching heat spreads across your cheeks.

“I enjoy this too.”

A wide grin overtakes his face at your admittance.

“Well then, let’s not stop!” He offers, stretching his hand towards yours. You clasp it, feeling delicate against his larger one. “I still have to tell you about the whole ‘boy is given power he doesn’t know how to control and needs to find a grumpy mentor’ troupe next!”

You squeeze his hand. “I’d love to hear your thoughts on that one.”

Tendou clicks his tongue and wags his finger at you. “It’s not necessarily about my thoughts, it’s the conspiracy I think the troupe ties into.”

The seriousness in his tone made you pause, looks like you were in for a long one.

Amongst him linking the heroes journey and the innate desire for power over others, you marvel at the way his whole body comes alive when talking about something he loves.

It’s much later on, when he’s introducing you to his friends at a reunion, that you notice the bubbly and animated way he presents you to his friends, love evident in each and every word.

Semi:

Now you would think he’d be the calm and collected one after knowing each other for half a decade and dating for a month

Nope.

He's the type to plan to ask you at the perfect time, and will be in a pissy mood if he misses the "perfect" opportunity to ask

When he does finally pose the question, you’ll say yes and he’s ecstatic

Though, he will play it cool and be like, "Ok I'll text you the details later." And flash you the biggest smile that has you melting inside just a little

When he's trying to sleep that night it finally hits him

Oh shit he has to plan a date with the girl he’s been hopelessly pining for

After one text from you confirming you don’t mind where he picks, he’s both relieved and more stressed because now he has to analyse every little thing he knows about you and eventually starts doubting himself

In the end, he decides to play it safe and go with the popular, family owned cafe that plays live music Saturday afternoons

It was perfect, the music act would be quiet enough to still talk if you two wanted or serve as a mediator to break any awkward silence should it pop up

It is honestly the perfect date, in his mind

Comes the day and he swings around your place after agreeing to walk to the café together

The walk is characterised with the brisk autumn wind and catching each other up on what’s been going on during the week

The conversation doesn’t stop from there – something Semi could cry happily over

After ordering and grabbing a seat close to a stage set-up to the side, you note how bright and talkative Semi is and vow to yourself to see this more often

As he takes a sip in the middle of explaining the difference pick positions affects plucking sounds, you comment on his excitement

Even with the flush on his cheeks, he holds a suave facade and merely says that it’s hard to unwind when his friends can be so chaotic when they get together

From there he starts opening up and imparting little facts about himself that you commit to memory

You come to learn that his favourite colour was corn-silk yellow before he went to Shiratorizawa, now it’s royal purple. He loves tekka maki and boasts his mum’s hand-made ones to be the best in the world and offers to share it with you next time she makes them

All of these things slot into what you know about Semi, filed alongside the nuance’s you’ve noticed yourself.

When he’s unsure or embarrassed, he tousles his hair. And when he talks about something he’s passionate with, his hands start gesturing all about the place

You could’ve spent the whole afternoon like that, in the intimately-lit café, hidden amongst the dull chatter of the surrounding patrons, just listening to Semi’s soothing timbre

But life had other plans

The lights on the stage brighten as someone wearing comfortable clothes strolls on and perches up on the stool set-up in front of a lone microphone. She didn’t give off any signs of discomfort at being stared at as she sets up her guitar, giving a few testing strums before introducing herself and launching into her music.

It was only then that conversation broke and ushered in a lilting voice floating on gentle notes.

“They’re amazing.” You breath, eyes not leaving the stage until the musician dismounts from the stage.

“That’s what I want to do one day.”

You turn to him. “Really?”

“Yeah.” The corner of Semi’s lips quirk up a bit, a secret shared unto himself.

“Why?”

Genuine curiosity spurs you to ask, to know. While you could picture Semi perched on the same stool with a guitar all too easy, you never really thought Semi would pursue a career in the industry.

Semi finally turns to you, a fire in his eyes that was normally caused by volleyball and a good challenge. “I want to make people happy and sad - all the emotions really. I want someone to look at me like you did to that girl.”

Tilting your head you say, “Looking at her like what?”

Semi audible swallows. “Like someone that loves the music I make.”

Reaching over the table, you run your thumb over the backs of his knuckles, a comforting gesture. “Semi, I already love talking to you and hanging out, so why wouldn’t I like the music you write?”

The resultant blush on Semi’s face was answer enough to that, even though he tries to hide it behind his cup.

After that, meeting up at the café ends up becoming a weekly occurrence, an oasis that you both look forward to in the midst of life’s chaos.

Yamagata:

Yamagata actually is the smoothest out of them all

After a two weeks of dating, he bounces up to you after a particularly hard day and offers to take you somewhere fun the next day

Your definition of ‘fun’ varies from his, as you soon find out

Where Yamagata believes the best way to get to know someone and have fun simultaneously is putting them through challenges, whereas you believe sitting down and chatting to be the most optimal method

Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, the paint ball range is closed

Amusement park it is

He leaves it as a surprise and doesn’t tell you until you question the sign of the park he visited frequently as a kid

Overall, you have an absolute ball with him, never a dull moment

Especially after the ferris wheel when Hayato goes to reach for his phone to check the time and finds it missing

The only reason he had it out in the plastic swinging booth was to take a sneaky picture of you looking carefree and relaxed as you gazed down at the park – not that he admitted to that when you asked just how it escaped his pocket

Obviously, it was a very slippery phone since this was the third time this week alone he lost it

After tracking it down with the help of the kind but tired ride operator, the two of you were on your merry way to the next ride, but not without a few light-hearted digs at Yamagata’s forgetfulness

You get to learn a lot about each other personally while waiting in line and over lunch after recovering

At the end of the day, your cheeks ache from much smiled

“I don’t remember it being that crazy as a kid.” Yamagata says, looking pale and breathing shallowly, as if to keep himself from being sick.

You couldn’t blame him, the rollercoaster he convinced you to go on under the guise of “This was my favourite one as a kid! You wouldn’t deny a man from reliving his childhood, would you?”

And like a fool you caved under the pout like a badly cooked soufflé. Now you wished you put up a bit of a fight against going on it. The screams of the riders before you were not exaggerated in the slightest.

“I don’t know how they allow kids on that.” Is all you supply, feeling a little green as well.

Yamagata directs you to the nearest bench and you follow his lead and slump into the seat.

“I don’t know how I forgot how much that thing threw me around. I must’ve just about fell off as a tiny kid. Remind me to thank my dad for coming on with me.”

You try not to laugh at the image of a tiny Yamagata ecstatically cheering as the ride swings around corners at full speed as his dad frantically tries to keep his clueless son from getting tossed out of the cart.

“Your dad is a brave man to go on that thing wilfully.”

Yamagata grimaces. “Brave is a nice way of putting it. I’d call it being insane to put up with me wanting to ride it eight times over.”

This time you do laugh.

“It must be hard saying no to your own kid, though, so cut him some slack.” You joke, knocking your elbow against his side.

He playfully pushes you away, widely grinning once again. The heat from the sun blaring ahead suddenly floods into your cheeks. The sensation of your heart feeling too large for your ribcage seizes you.

And the feeling doesn’t leave, it sticks with you as he laughs, as he drops his ice cream and pouts like a child. It intensifies as a dreamy look enters his eyes as he recalls a fond memory associated with a ride.

You hope that one day that he makes the same expression when he recalls this day spent with you.

Reon:

For some reason, Reon seems like the kind of guy to be inherently talented with gardening

He’s the resident green thumb alongside Ushijima, people pass their dying plants into Reon’s hands for magical resurrection

So it was a no-brainer for him to take you to the local botanical gardens

Rife with both native and exotic flora, there were many scenic walks available, thus was the perfect place for a first date to Reon

Reon meets you at the gates with a soft greeting and an outstretched hand – you two walk through the park with your hand intertwined like that for the rest of the day

Throughout the walk, he points out flowers and gives you their common name and their meanings, along with the meanings he gave them as a kid

It was entirely too cute for your poor heart

“And those are yellow carnation.” He points to a patch of bright yellow flowers with soft-looking ruffled petals. “They represent dislike and disappointment towards the person you give them to, but as a kid I thought they meant that she was my sunshine because of the colour. My mum got quite the kick out of it when I gave them to her for her birthday.”

You burst into laughter, unable to smother it even with Reon’s apparent embarrassment at the event

If your allergies start to play up too badly, Reon will take you to his favourite part, a densely packed section of the gardens filled with trees, concealing a secluded tiny red bridge stretched across a large koi pond with the largest and most colourful koi you’ve seen

Everything within you wanted to stretch this moment out, you could easily live in this moment forever. The buzzing of cicadas in the distance, the grass blades tickling the palms of your hands from where you sat, the soothing rumble of Reon’s voice – this is your personal slice Elysian peace

You did not want to give this up

It’s there that he finally unlinks your hands and brings out the packed lunch he made.

“You made all this?” You gape, taking in the diverse range of food he brought out of his bag.

From seared fish placed neatly atop seasoned rice, to perfectly rounded onigiri. In the next box he opens sat seasoned chicken and beef slices that made your mouth water. Not to mention the salad of rich greens, reds, and yellows that called your name.

Reon chuckles at your awe. “Yeah, I did. I thought it would be nice to eat something home-made while out here, but if you wan to grab something else-“

You cut him off immediately. “Definitely not! This looks and smells amazing. It would be a crime not to eat it.”

The corners of Reon’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I did try not to burn it, so I hope it tastes nice.”

“If it tastes even half as good as it smells, you’ll have to fight me to stop eating.” You reply, accepting the plate he holds out and give thanks as he starts loading your plate.

“I’d never stop you from eating,” he clicks his tongue in false sternness, to which you grin at. “If you’re hungry, I’ll feed you until your happy.”

“I’m happy right now, but I definitely still want the food.” You cheekily fire back.

Reon shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Well then, eat to your heart’s content.”

Taking a bite, you startle Reon with your enthusiastic reaction.

“This tastes better than I imagined.” You gush after swallowing, immediately scooping up another forkful and eating it.

Reon brushes off your compliment in favour for leaning forward and brushing some crumbs off your face. The proximity as your breath stalling in your throat as he lingers for a heartbeat longer, then withdraws.

“I hope we can do this more often. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.” He quietly admits, the mood taking an intimate turn even with the shouts of kids playing in the distance.

“Me too. I don’t want this date to end.”

Shirabu:

This man prides himself on being observant and not oblivious like how his friends are

And yet, contrary to this, it takes him several trips to realise that he’s been on what would count as a date with you

You'll talk about needing a new jumper for winter and Shirabu will ask to tag along. You wanted to watch a movie? Shirabu is coming too. Like having someone besides you while studying? Shirabu was your go-to study buddy, whether in silence or as a conversation partner when your brain was overloaded

Out of the blue, he asks with no certain amount of panic, "Were those trips I went on with you dates?"

"I never really gave it much thought…” You match Shirabu’s expression as you consider his question. "I didn’t want to be presumptuous and assume that they were, and you never brought it up, so I left it be."

"Let me have a re-do." Determination flares in his usually guarded eyes and you couldn't refute.

“Gladly.”

Shirabu glances away from your face, unable to bear looking at the fond expression you wore for too long without his heart suffering. “I want to take you somewhere nice.”

“Everywhere I go with you is nice, Shirabu. It’s less about the place and more about the person.” You rebuke.

Shirabu looks away before you catch the full extent of his blush at your words. “No, I mean I want to take you somewhere that can become special for the both of us.”

You catch his hand in yours, tugging it for him to turn back towards you. Gone was the characteristic impassive façade, now replaced with a tenderness that makes you near melt.

Your first official date with him is a picnic in a park on top a hill to watch the sunset

Something he thinks is extremely cheesy and overdone but the look of excitement on your face immediately silenced his rebuttals

There was no way in hell that he was going to be the reason for your disappointment if he can help it

As such, he went all out

Hiring the gazebo and ordering food to be delivered from a restaurant he knows that you’ve wanted to try out for the longest time

Not that he actually tells you, but it wasn’t hard to deduce his excitement when he waits for you at the gazebo with a small smile, dressed nicely in pressed slacks and a dress shirt with a bundle of flowers

Upon the wide-eyed stare he receives from you, he spends the first minutes of the date describing what the florist thought best for him

A bunch of camellias ranging from a deep and vivid red to the first blush of love pink to the innocence of white gathered in a golden ribbon. He doesn’t exactly tell you their meanings other than a short, “Flowers are flowers, all I want them to show is that I love you.”

What he didn’t know was that the florist had the foresight to hide a card detailing the meaning of each flower amongst the paper holding them

White camellias meaning “You’re adorable” to red camellias meaning “You’re a flame in my heart” (something you blush at in the security of your own home) and the pink one representing longing

As the meal arrives and the two of you eat, the conversation drifts from current events to bits and pieces of everything and anything

The highlight of conversation was Kenjirou’s answer to the question “What do you think you’ll see first: a ghost or an alien?”

Apparently Kenjirou was secretly a space-lover

From the lecture he launched into about the statistics of it all and you come away from that conversation with more knowledge of possibility of E.T's versus spectres than you would’ve thought

The afternoon starts fading into dusk quicker than you realised, too wrapped up trading short anecdotes of your respective families

Shirabu only realises the fading light once the fairy lights decorating the space become brighter, and it is only then that Shirabu like a gentleman, brings out a blanket and escorts you to the grassy knoll besides the gazebo

Laying out the blanket, you notice it’s the perfect position to watch the sun set and you can’t help but give him a quick hug in gratitude before you sit down and make yourself comfortable

It floored you how much effort and consideration he put into this one afternoon amongst all his classes and assignments – it made you feel incredibly warm against the cool night air creeping in

As you shift to get comfortable, your hand lands on top of his. You’re just about to whisk it away, but he shoots you a soft smile and twists his hand in your grasp and gives it a squeeze

Your hands stayed intertwined as the blues faded into pinks and oranges, then into purples and the deep satiny blue of the night sky

The sunny photos with matching smiles from that afternoon soon decorate your wall

Kawanishi:

Unlike the others, Taichi really doesn’t care about being seen as “basic” for taking you out to watch a movie and grab dinner afterwards

He asked you out so casually, you agreed without it even hitting you that it was a date until he grinned at you and cheekily replied, “Great, it’s a date then.”

The movie in question was one you’ve been waiting forward for its release and Taichi was interested in it as well, so really it was an excuse for the both of you to watch the movie together instead of alone.

It went great, asides from the old couple staring the two of you in line, not so quietly reminiscing their first date

Embarrassment aside, Taichi was sweet throughout the entirety of it

Arguing to pay until reluctantly splitting the bill when you argued that it wasn’t fair

Waiting outside for it to start, Taichi and yourself bide the time by guessing what the other movies were about by their posters and making each other laugh

Once the movie starts, the chatter between you two dies down, yet the casual intimacy doesn’t fade in the slightest

Sharing an arm rest, the both of you exchange glances at one another throughout the movie, and bump elbows when something interesting or funny happens

It was a far-cry from the intimacy of the other’s dates, but it was perfect for the two of you

By now, the two of you have been friends much longer than you have been dating

Neither of you wanted to rush things, happy to take it as it comes and retain that familiarity from years of friendship stay untainted from the innate awkwardness of new love

Coming out of the theatre, Taichi is the most talkative you’ve seen him yet as he offers his opinion on the film

You avidly listen without a word of complaint

It was nice to hear what went through Taichi’s mind when he always kept his emotions close to his heart, you felt damn-near jubilant over him coming out of his shell – even after all the years of friendship

He offers to grab dinner and after a mild debate over which place is better, you end up flipping a coin and grabbing some fast food and eating it at a near-by park

Eating the meal in relative silence, it was only broken to point out the ducks and giving them names. It was laid-back and you were enjoying yourself, yet Taichi remained stiff by your side.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly the most romantic date.” Taichi rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes.

You quirk a brow at him. “How isn’t this a romantic date?”

Taichi finally looks at you, although in confusion. “Because I should’ve taken you to a nice, fancy restaurant for our first date.”

“I work on the belief that anywhere is romantic if you make it so. It depends on the company.” You shrug.

Taichi’s mouth curves into a smirk. “Oh? So you wouldn’t mind having our next one at a cemetery?”

You dig an elbow into his side and roll your eyes at the performance he puts on.

“That’s not what I meant, smartass.”

Taichi stops the pouting and slumps into the seat. Hating the sombre mood he’s in, you curl your arm through his and tuck into his side.

“Besides, you can always make it up to me in the future. I want the place to be so expensive that the proportions are baby-sized.”

Taichi’s rich laugh rumbles through you. It was a losing battle against the rapid thrum of your heart and the thoughts of warmth that consume you with his proximity.

You also didn’t try to fight the urge to cuddle further into his side, something he gladly accepted as he wraps his arm even tighter around you.

“I promise.” He sighs, a happy noise as he rests his head against yours, two bodies becoming one whole on that one spring afternoon.

Goshiki:

Not everything in life is a competition, yet Goshiki couldn’t thrive without it

Besides, if he thought too long and hard about it (which he did) an arcade date was the best option

It presented the perfect chance to show off his skills and impress you

When he finally works up the courage to ask you, it had been a while since you’ve been, so you were more than happy to accept

Goshiki deflated with relief because a back-up option didn’t exist

Even after dating for over a month by this point, this would be the first official date he’s taken you out on

After worrying that it was too childish or not at all romantic for a first date, you spent the better half of the afternoon before it convincing him otherwise

At the arcade, Goshiki takes your hand and guides you around the place, pointing out games he bested as a teenager before finally settling on war-cross-zombie two player shooting game

With the growing win streak, the two of you continue playing the game until Goshiki accidentally gets his player killed

Pouting, he suggests a different game to soothe his bruised ego

The pout disappears as he finds a different game he’s decent at, tickets flying out as the points rack up

He glows as you praise his skill

It was too easy to bait him into playing hoop games, which he surprisingly sucked at

You discovered him to be especially gifted at reflex games, where the both of you won the most tickets

With each claw game he stubbornly refuses to “eat his hard-earned money”, he proudly passes off each plushie to you

Goshiki wins whatever prize your eyes linger over, no matter how frustrated it makes him

With each one, you promise to keep and inwardly muse that you’ll have to install a new shelf for them

A few hours deep, you had managed to win him an eagle. It’s the only prize you had won big enough to portray the amount of affection you held towards the bowl-cut male.

It was a bit mishappen and looked more fit to be the mascot for a horror game than a children’s show, however you still offered it to him.

His eyes grow wide. “Really?”

“I mean, I can get you something better if you give me a few minutes…” You frown at the plushie as Goshiki holds it up. It’s even uglier in the light. Why the hell would they have this as a prize?

You reach out to grab it from him and Goshiki snatches it away from your grasp, pressing it into his chest and curling around it protectively. “No!”

You stand there, stunned, as Goshiki flushes at the looks he got from the shout and starts stumbling over his words.

“I mean, it’s fine and not creepy at all – No, I mean it’s cute,” he unconvincingly amends at your wince. “It’s something that you worked hard to get. I’ll treasure it forever, I swear.”

The conviction in his voice was enough to ease your concern.

“I could get you a better one, though. One that’s less creepy.” You offer, gesturing towards the wide array of claw machines boasting figurines and cuter plushies.

“No thank you. I like this one.” Goshiki is stubborn and you should’ve expected that.

You sigh, lips unsurely pulling upwards. “If you’re sure?”

Goshiki gives a sharp nod, and you know that that’s the end of that. He would not budge.

Yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to be exasperated at the awe-filled look he gives the plushie as you two leave the arcade, holding it like it was made of expensive finery instead of cheap thread and fabric.

Months later you got to see the monstrosity again, tucked up on the shelf above his bed, proudly sitting between medals he’s won through the years.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Tamaki x Female reader where she has an older brother that is 18 and one day comes to the school to check on her but Tamaki is scared of him? Like he is scared of her brother because he is really overprotective so yeah lol

"Oops..it's getting late. I must've overstayed my welcome.." You awkwardly chuckled as you checked the time, realizing you had to go home very soon.

"No worries, princess. You're always welcomed here."

A rose came into view, and you blinked, looking up to see Tamaki present it to you with a gentle smile. "I do hope you've enjoyed your time with me. Thank you for stopping by our wonderful Host Club. I'll see you in my dreams~"

He winked, a sparkle appearing in his soft violet eye. You could see why he was the most-visited host; he was such a sweetheart and a charmer.

You've definitely made a good choice today and were glad you made the appointment when you could.

Right as you were about to thank him, there was a knock at the twin doors. "Oh! That must be my brother. He doesn't attend the school but he's my ride to and from here." You started heading there, but Tamaki suddenly dashed ahead of you.

"Allow me to open the door for you, my dear." He practically flew to the doors and opened them. "What kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn't.....?"

But when he opened his eyes, his whole body suddenly tensing up.

Your brother stood there, confused as he brushed a random rose petal off his shoulder. Then he took in the scene:

You, in a room all alone with men he's never seen before in his life.

In an instant he scowled at the blond-haired male standing before him. "What the hell is this? Where's my sister?!!" He grabbed the lapels of Tamaki's suit jacket, staring at him furiously. "Did you do something to her you sick little--?!!"

The club president could only scream in terror...only to be silenced when you spoke up.

"[B/n], relax..he didn't do anything. I'm okay. Don't get the wrong idea."

Seeing you, [b/n] let go of Tamaki, who scurried back to the safety of a bewildered Haruhi. And he smiled and hugged you tightly as you approached.

"Sorry...I was just worried since you were running late. I thought something bad happened."

"No don't worry, it's my fault for not texting you before." You chuckled, letting go before you gestured to the other hosts. "I did tell you about this club, didn't I? I'm just their last client."

"Ah..I kinda forgot." [B/n] huffed. "I thought you were alone with a bunch of perverted men..especially blondie over there."

Tamaki gawked in horror, about to cry over the insult, but you swiftly defended his honor.

"No, no..they're far from that. Tamaki, who you just scared away...he was just showing me the door. That's all." You reassured. "He's a sweet gentleman who'd never do anything awful to me...or any girl here."

Fortunately, your brother seemed fully convinced, as he sighed with relief and ruffled your hair. "Alright. Just wanna make sure my little sis is safe."

Now that he was a lot calmer, you decided to introduce him to the club members, wanting to "restart" his first impressions of the group. Most of them greeted him and explained their services, but Tamaki remained traumatized from nearly being attacked, still huddled along the wall.

"Senpai, c'mon.." Haruhi groaned, trying to pull him away from the wall, but to no avail. "You're the club president. Can you at least act like it?"

"B-But..he...he's scary!!!!"

"Oh grow up."

"I got this." Mori eventually went over to help, simply grabbing Tamaki's arm and dragging him towards you. He was kicking and flailing about in protest, but soon stopped once he was let go and forced to confront you two.

"Jeez..didn't think I was that scary.." [B/n] chuckled, a sweatdrop forming on his head. "Sorry about that. Protective instincts just kick into overdrive sometimes, y'know?"

"Y-Yes..I'm..sure they do.." Tamaki stammered, nervously fixing his tie before he took a deep breath. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

For a few minutes or so, the three of you talked and Tamaki seemed to have a calmed down a bit. He was just grateful you were there to mediate things or else...he would've dropped dead from talking to your brother one-on-one.

Soon enough you two had to go home, so you bid the hosts farewell. As you departed from the music room and headed back to the main gate, [b/n] noticed the rose in your hands, smiling.

"Wow, you even get a rose? You must be a lucky lady." He chuckled.

"Nah, all girls who visit the club get a rose. I'm nothing special."

"Well..if that Tamaki-guy tries breaking your heart...you'll let me know, right?"

"Of course, but I think your stare from earlier got the message across."

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One of the first few girls I'll ever write in here wobdoswsn- I'm going on my base knowledge of Jean here and it's not gonna be a pretty start, mind you. I don't ship characters really but I see the dynamic in this one, honestly one of the fics that are easiest to write for me. Also I just realized how many poly asks are there aodhsosnxons—

Chivalry Isn't Dead

Poly Relationship Scenarios with You, Jean and Diluc!

Background (How It Started)

You are a knight in Ordo Favonius, the place where you met Jean and Diluc for the first time. You were there when they both started and you were also there when they ascended to be the Dandelion Knight and the Cavalry Captain.

You became close first with the captain, the first one you've met between them, because of the fact that you were under his unit. Back then he was very open and close with you, teaching you and making sure you were intact.

When Jean ascended, that's when she found out about you due to the nature of her work as one of the higher-ups. She found you so endearing with your whole-hearted desire to secure Mondstadt.

Jean knew about Diluc for a while now due to his status as one of the youngest to ascend in Captain hood and how their work was closely aligned, and they both collaborate with their silent oaths to protect you. The trio of you are VERY confused over your own feelings, wondering what exactly this entails or which one would you have to choose.

In the span of that mulling, you three had become very close due to your intervention, the glue that keeps you all together literally. You're very physical when you're dealing with people you consider very close, and the both of them always melt upon your embrace.

Between the both of them was light-hearted competition on who can make you feel safer, protect you better. And you are ever so dense over their friendly banter, and the sexual tension between them.

When Diluc left the knights, you had been under the comfort and command of Jean instead, taking your place away from the Cavalry unit to be those of the stationary knights to assist her after she became the Acting Grandmaster. You were devastated over his disappearance the most due to your closeness and Jean was the only person who could keep you sane.

The relationship starts in that period with you and Jean as the first set of couples.

When Diluc came back, his relationship with Jean became estranged and yet there was still a hint of comfort when he was under your presence. Jean was a bit devastated at their new status quo as she had come into terms of her feelings about him during his leave.

You spent most of your time then trying to get close to Diluc again and his feelings came back tenfold, making him finally confess. In front of you and Jean. the tension was thick when Jean finally caught her breath to inform Diluc of your relationship with her.

Horrified yet still adamant, Diluc stood his ground and looked at you both, millions of emotions flashing through his red irises. Jean looked at him longingly and of the old memories they shared protecting you. And you... were trying to understand why you desire them both in the same level.

Your honesty over the situation suddenly opened up the idea of polyamory and it seems that despite the tension between the two ex/knights, with you as their mediator and lover, they were willing to try or wait until you choose only one of them.

Spoilers: You chose both in the end.

How The Relationship Goes

While things go nicely between you and the other two, when it comes to them alone it was... weird. You pretty much carry the triangle here as they were both wary of displaying affection with each other, and most of it has to do with the reputation they have to uphold.

Jean protects you at day, Diluc makes sure you're safe at night. The nature of their work had you evenly split between the both of them and you three chance a fully present meet up by evening when Diluc is still on his shift and Jean has finished her work early.

Speaking of, you and Diluc fret over Jean's overworking albeit different in approach. Diluc would be brash about his opinion, calling her out while still offering materials that may help ever so subtly. While you are more adamant, sometimes dragging her off her seat and you taking over her work while she rests on the couch.

Since her work correlates with yours, you always put double the effort to help her with commissions to make sure it gets cut faster. This sometimes backfires with the both of you overworked, a disappointed Diluc pulling you both to the Winery to relax by the fireplace without the scandalous rumors sparking.

When you show physical affection Jean, she always reciprocates it the best she can, happily granting you attention and letting you cling to her during work. Your presence grounds her, relaxing her at the same time with your bouts of comfort.

When you indulge Diluc with affection, he's stoic and cross armed usually. Because of the nature of his work at the tavern, giving him some loving would need to be done while he works or not at all. The customers would find you behind the counter, clinging to his waist as Diluc serves the drinks nonchalantly, sometimes he wears glare if people were about to comment on it and that usually shuts them up.

Behind closed doors however the Ragnvindr indulges you too with his affection, still stoic but reciprocal, the rarity of it making it the more precious.

Dates RARELY happen between you three because of the fully loaded schedule all three of you have. It only ever happens when you all suddenly have free time or you cry about it.

The both of them spoil you a lot more than you'd realize. Diluc gifts you and Jean materialistically, while yours were small trinkets, Jean's are more for functionality or items that had slipped past her lips once of which Diluc remembers.

Sugar daddy Diluc for the both of you, motherly Jean in retaliation, and you're just their precious darling that will never be hurt under their supervision.

In time, Diluc and Jean would end up getting closer but still behind closed doors for safety. It was only ever you that's so shameless to pour out affection in full display and these two are too intoxicated by your love to pull you away.

During daytime on a weirdly usual occassions the people of Mond frequently spots your trio strolling hand-in-hand around the city, lively chatter about anything and everything before going back to your stuffy workspaces. Diluc would part a few feet away from the headquarters with a kiss on the head for you two. And when he turns back, you and Jean would giggle to yourselves before going to work.

Bonus: Diluc has asked for a professional painter to paint you and Jean, said canvas hanging at his office in the Winery. Jean has a Kamera photo of you three by her office too. And you have them both in a locket.

As Leverage

Your highly advantageous position to garner the heart of not only the Acting Grandmaster's but also the holder of the wine tycoon (and Darknight Hero) had made you a target for many lecherous beings.

While those with mind do not outright take you away, opting to trying to get to your good side as leverage, there are rascals like the Abyss Order who just does what they want and can.

The moment you disappear, both of them are immediately alerted due to their schedules coinciding with yours. And with your kidnapping, they too slip into the shadows, never to return for days.

It was one of the scarce moments that Diluc and Jean are in perfect sync, knowing each other's plans and next move, falling into each other's pace as they carefully concoct their plan for your retrieval.

Jean would definitely cry. As she was the one who mostly basks in your presence, there are many parts of her breakdown that comes to play: the heavy work left behind, your comforting presence that keeps her alive, and the fact that she lost you when she's supposed to keep an eye on you as per silent agreement with Diluc.

She'd cry at him, telling him she's sorry for being careless, and Diluc would comfort her in his arms without ending up as broken as her. This moment had established a bond between them that would be a solid foundation to your triangle, but also a better understanding of how important you are to them.

You disappear three days maximum with how quick and smart they are about the kidnapping.

Abyss Mages were almost forgotten with how quiet they suddenly got after that incident. That massacre.

While traumatized, you are also more than happy to see the newfound closeness between your lovers, as you melt into their tight cuddles after rescuing you.

There may or may not be talks of plans about you and Jean moving in the Winery officially.

Ugh, so cute!!! my bi ass was on full blast here-

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