#GOD and it’s so warm outside for what. in my hometown it’s been like 3 celsius everyday and here it’s 14 celsius and there’s no breeze

[homesickwhispers]

memories.

(showtime universe.)

Van joins Ella in an emotional trip to her past when they sit down to see her childhood pictures.

hope you guys like this<3 this one is for all my girlies who had to leave their hometown to pursue their dreams !! you’re all stronger than you believe 🫶

Van walked into the room, a playful grin already tugging at his lips when he saw me sitting on my bed, staring at my phone with an unmistakable smile on my face.

“Why are you smiling so much for?” he asked, curiosity evident in his tone as he leaned over my shoulder.

I looked up at him, still grinning. “Oh, my dad just sent me some childhood pictures of myself.”

Van’s face lit up with interest. “Oh yeah? Let me see!” He sat down beside me, nudging me gently with his elbow.

I hesitated for a second, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I don’t know, some of them are pretty awkward…”

He laughed, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. “Come on, let me see mini Ella. I bet you were adorable.”

Reluctantly, I turned the phone toward him, showing the first picture. It was me, probably around five years old, in a frilly dress, my hair in pigtails, and a gap-toothed grin plastered across my face.

Van’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “Oh my God. Look at you! Adorable doesn’t even cover it!”

I laughed, feeling my cheeks warm. “I look ridiculous.”

“No way,” he said, shaking his head. “You look like trouble. I can already tell.”

I swiped to the next photo. It was me, a little older this time, covered head to toe in mud, clearly having just come from playing outside.

Van snorted. “There it is. Proof you’ve always been a wild one.” He pointed to the screen. “And that face—pure mischief.”

I smiled, lost in the memories. “Yeah, I used to drive my parents crazy. Always getting into something.”

I laughed nervously, pulling up the photo on my phone before showing it to Van. “Look at this one,” I said, feeling a wave of embarrassment. “My mom used to cut my hair so short, I looked like a boy. I think she gave me lifelong trauma with this.”

Van took the phone, his eyes widening before a grin spread across his face. “No way,” he chuckled, clearly amused but not in a mean way. “You look like a little rebel.”

I groaned, shaking my head. “A rebel? I looked like I was ready to join a boy band.”

He laughed louder this time, his hand finding mine. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’ve come a long way. And honestly, you’re still cute as hell, even with the short hair.”

I scrunched my nose. “Cute? It’s tragic. I begged her to stop, but nope—every summer like clockwork, I got that awful cut.”

Van tilted his head, still smiling. “Hey, it might’ve felt like trauma back then, but I kind of love it.”

“Of course you do.” I laughed while caressing his chin with one hand and moving to the next picture with another.

“Oh my God!” I said excitedly, showing him the next photo. It was a picture of me as a child, holding a guitar that was definitely bigger than me.

Van burst into laughter, his eyes lighting up with delight. “What is that? You look like you’re about to get swallowed by that thing!”

I giggled, a warm rush of nostalgia washing over me. “I thought I was so cool, though! I used to pretend I was giving concerts to the entire neighborhood.”

He shook his head, still chuckling. “I wish I could have seen that. You must have been quite the performer.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure the neighborhood was just being kind,” I replied, smiling at the memory. “But I remember feeling so alive when I played.”

“You’re always quite the artist.” He says smiling softly while I search for another photo.

“Who is this?” he asks, pointing to a picture of me and one of my closest friends.

“That’s Luisa,” I reply, smiling at the memories. “She was my best friend—we were inseparable.”

“Do you guys still talk?”

“Not much,” I admit, a soft sadness creeping into my voice, “but I still have so much love for her, and I know she feels the same.”

“You are such an amazing person, Ella. Anyone is lucky to be friends with you,” he says, kissing my forehead.

“Thank you, Van.” I chuckled, trying to focus.

My eyes suddenly widen as I shift my attention to the next picture of my and my dog. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “Look at Doki! He was so tiny!”

“Your dog’s name was Doki?” he says, chuckling.

“Okay, stop that. I was 11, okay?” I laugh. “Look at my boy, he couldn’t even stand properly on those tiny paws.”

“You two are adorable,” he grins, his laughter softening into something warm.

Van leaned in closer, his shoulder pressing against mine as we continued to scroll through the pictures. Each one brought back stories, and I found myself sharing more than I expected—little snippets of my childhood, the adventures, the scraped knees, the laughter.

“You were such a happy kid, Els” Van said softly after a while, his tone more reflective. “You still have that same spark, you know? I love your smile.”

I glanced at him, surprised by the warmth in his voice. “You think so?”

He nodded, meeting my gaze. “Definitely. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words sunk in. “God..I miss it so much, Van,” I said, my voice trembling. “I knew I had to leave, but still… it doesn’t make things any less hard.”

Van’s expression softened immediately, and without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms. “I know,” he whispered, his voice gentle against my ear as he held me close. “It’s hard to leave the things that made you who you are. But you’re still that same girl, Ella. No matter where you are.”

I buried my face in his chest, letting the tears fall freely now, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions—the nostalgia, the loss, the ache of having left behind pieces of my past. “I thought I’d be over it by now,” I murmured. “But sometimes it hits me out of nowhere.”

Van rubbed soothing circles on my back, his touch warm and steady. “That’s because it meant so much to you. It’s okay to miss it.”

I pulled back slightly, wiping at my eyes, embarrassed. “I feel silly. I mean, I chose to leave. I made that decision.”

“You’re allowed to feel both things,” he said, looking at me with that same understanding I always found in his eyes. “You can miss it and still know you did the right thing.”

Van looked at me, his expression softening as he listened to the weight behind my words. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me into him. I could feel the steady beat of his heart, so calm compared to the whirlwind in my chest.

“I just feel like I’m constantly losing,” I said, letting out a deep sigh, my voice wavering slightly. “When I was there, all I wanted was to see the world, to get out and experience something bigger than what I knew. But now that I’m here, with you—my favorite person ever—all I can think about is how much I want to go back. It’s like… it’s like I’m torn between two lives. And I want you to know everything that I once loved, Van. All the things that made me, me. But you probably never will. Because when I left, I made a decision. And… things will never be the same.”

Van’s grip tightened around me, his voice soft but steady when he finally spoke. “Ella, you’re not losing. You’re growing. You made a choice to chase something bigger, something for yourself, and that takes strength. I know it feels like you left things behind, but you didn’t lose them. They’re still part of you.” He paused, his fingers gently tilting my chin so I would meet his gaze. “And I want to know everything, all of it. We’ll figure it out together. You haven’t lost me, and I’m not going anywhere.”

I looked at him, his words sinking in, but the ache still lingered. “It’s just… hard to explain. It’s like I’m homesick for a place that doesn’t exist anymore. I’m different now, and so is everything else.”

“I get that,” Van murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “But you don’t have to go back. You can bring the parts of that world you loved here, with us. It’s not about where you are, it’s about what you carry with you.”

His words stirred something deep inside me, a mixture of comfort and longing. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to let myself believe him. Maybe I wasn’t as lost as I thought.

I nodded, sniffling a little, feeling lighter but still caught in the bittersweetness of it all. “Thanks for always getting me, Van,” I whispered.

He brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb, his touch tender. “Always,” he said softly.

“Can you sleep here tonight?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt a bit shy, unsure of how he’d react. “It’s okay if you don’t… I just want to be next to you.”

Van’s eyes softened, his usual teasing grin replaced with something warmer, more gentle. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer. “Of course,” he said quietly, his voice laced with understanding. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Relief flooded through me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He gave me a small smile before kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable beside me on the bed.

Van turned on his side to face me, his hand resting lightly on my arm, tracing gentle patterns that sent a wave of calm through me. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, just for me.

I nodded, feeling the tension in my body slowly ease. “Yeah… I am now. Thank you.” I say giving him a quick peck and making my way to the bathroom.

We both got ready for bed, slipping into a quiet routine. I brushed my hair, smoothed on some lotion, while Van, already comfortable, took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. The sight of him sprawled out, shirtless, in my tiny bed was enough to make me chuckle.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

I shook my head, still smiling. “You just look a little… out of place. My bed isn’t exactly built for two, especially with you taking up all the space.”

He grinned wider, feigning innocence. “Oh, so it’s my fault, is it? I can always take the floor.”

I shot him a mock glare. “Don’t even think about it. You’re staying right here.”

Van laughed softly, then patted the spot next to him. “Then come here, before I take up even more room.”

I climbed into the bed, snuggling next to him as he pulled the covers over us. The space was tight, but his arm wrapped around me made it feel like the coziest place in the world.

“Better?” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

I nodded against his chest, my body sinking into the warmth of his. “Yeah, much better.”

“I don’t want to sleep apart anymore,” I whispered, burying my face deeper into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek.

Van’s arm tightened around me, his hand gently stroking my back. “You won’t have to,” he murmured into my hair, his voice soft and full of reassurance. “I’ll be right here whenever you need me.”

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his words and his body envelop me. It felt like a promise, something solid amidst all the uncertainty I’d been feeling. With him, the world outside faded, and for the first time in a long while, I felt safe—like I could truly let go.

“Okay, well it’s getting a bit hot now,” I said with a laugh, pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside.

Van chuckled softly, his hand still resting on my back. “You know, you’re the one who wanted to cuddle up so close,” he teased, his voice light.

“Yeah, well,” I smirked, settling back against him, “I didn’t realize how much of a human furnace you are.”

He grinned, trailing his fingers up and down my spine. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I settled back into his arms, feeling his warmth envelop me and the steady beat of his heart. There was no pressure, no expectations, no stress about how we were going to sleep in this tiny bed. We were just two people who were exactly where we wanted to be.

“Ella?” Van murmured a few minutes later, his voice filled with sleep. “Mind if I ask you something?”

“What is it?” I replied drowsily, snuggling closer to him.

“Do you always sleep with your bra on?”

I let out a soft laugh. “Um, no. But I was worried about… um, squishing you.”

“Squishing me?” he said, his voice amused. “How would that even work?”

I blushed. “You know what I mean. I didn’t want to feel smothered, and I thought—”

Van laughed softly, and without warning, he tugged down my bra strap. “Take it off,” he murmured against my skin, “I want you to feel comfortable when we sleep together.”

My breath hitched, and all my thoughts of sleep immediately vanished. “Okay,” I breathed.

Van slid his arm behind my back, lifting me toward him, and I didn’t hesitate before unhooking my bra and slipping it off. As his hands skimmed the bare skin of my back, I shivered, the sensation sending sparks through my entire body.

“Like that,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me once more and holding me tightly against him. “I love the way you feel.”

His hand began to stroke my side, his touch light and warm. And as we settled in closer together, I felt my body melt into his, all tension easing as I let him hold me, bare skin to bare skin.

“I meant to ask you… what are these scars from?” Van’s fingers lightly traced the marks on my skin, his voice soft but curious.

My body tensed, heat rushing to my face. This wasn’t something I liked talking about. “Oh, um… it’s from a surgery I had when I was younger,” I said quickly, hoping to brush it off.

But Van wasn’t the type to just let things slide. “What kind of surgery?” His voice was gentle, but persistent.

I swallowed, my embarrassment deepening. There was no avoiding it now. “I had a… a breast reduction,” I confessed, my words coming out awkwardly. “It was a long time ago.” My face burned as the words left my lips. I hated how exposed I felt in that moment, like I was revealing something too personal, too raw.

Van blinked, then tilted his head, studying me. “A breast reduction?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, fidgeting with my hands, feeling like I was under a microscope. “Does that… bother you?”

His expression shifted, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Why would that bother me?”

I shrugged, my voice barely audible. “I don’t know… Some guys get weird about stuff like that. They think… it takes something away.”

Van frowned slightly, as if the idea hadn’t even occurred to him. “Takes something away?” He repeated, almost incredulously. Then he shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ella, that’s ridiculous.”

I looked down, still feeling unsure. “It’s just..I’ve always heard that men prefer…”

He cut me off, his hand gently tilting my chin up so I’d meet his gaze. “Ella,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. “I don’t care about that. Not even a little.” His thumb brushed softly against my cheek. “Your scars, your body, all of it—it’s you. And I love you.”

My heart stuttered at his words. I could feel the tension in my shoulders starting to loosen as his sincerity sank in.

“Do they hurt?” he asked, his tone softer now, filled with concern.

“No,” I whispered. “Not anymore. Sometimes they itch, but that’s it.”

Van nodded, his hand never leaving my skin. “Good,” he murmured, leaning closer. “I don’t want you in pain.” Then, with a gentleness that made my chest ache, he pressed a kiss to one of the scars, his lips soft and tender against my skin.

I blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “Van…”

He pulled back, his eyes full of warmth. “I meant it. I love all of you.”

A soft laugh escaped me, and I felt some of the weight in my chest lift. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Van kissed me again, this time on the lips, slow and lingering. When he pulled away, he gave me that easy smile that made my heart flutter. “You don’t need to thank me. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done”

His words sent warmth flooding through me, and for a moment, I felt like everything I’d been worried about, all my insecurities, faded away. I leaned into his touch, my heart swelling as he kissed me gently on the lips, grounding me in the certainty of his love.

And for the first time in a long while, I believed him.

[bummie]

00 | 進撃の巨人 | ATTACK ON TITAN !

18+ | suitable for work.

( g.neutral. reader )

levi’s december: day three — a warm cup of tea.

content warnings: minor cursing, fluff.

synopsis: cold mornings call for warm tea, and gentle conversation.

love note: god this took so long. let me know if ya want a part two!! also lmk if there’re any typos! tyty <3

the first day of december in paradis was always such a crisp one. still, the cold air was — somehow — gentle as it stole the warmth from pedestrians walking the streets of their hometowns. yet, it was peaceful. comforting.

a chill breeze washed over the cracked brick roads, guiding scattered leaves, and the fresh scent of pine between buildings. nobody knew why the winter carried such an aroma, but my god, was it alleviating. so alleviating.

humanity needed this break. after fighting for so long, we deserved this kind feeling of contentment. we deserved to smell the fresh sweetness of pastries wafting through the streets, to watch as steam danced atop a savory cup of tea. this is what peace is.

this newfound peace, today, was something that you wanted to experience for yourself. no. something that you wanted to share with someone more special than anyone, or anything else in these godforsaken walls.

“what can i get for ya?” the distant chatter of the café was humming in your ears as your finger rubbed the tip of your nose, trying to bring it back to life. you sniffled, slipping your hand into your pocket as you stood tall, gazing at the menu.

it was warm in there, and it smelled so so sweet. almost like you were being embraced by a blanket made of fluffy bread.

you knew what you were gonna get, but you still wanted to see if there was anything new.

“can i get a black tea, no sugar, no milk, and a green tea with sugar? both to-go, please.” you finished, leaning on the counter as the burly man gave a kind smile, nodding.

oh-. what’s this? “i see you’ve got somethin new on your menu. what is it?”

“ah, it’s a lemon muffin. not too popular lately, but we got some regulars. might be because’a the price, but lemons ain’t cheap, so i ain’t goin cheaper.” as per usual, his voice was warm as he spoke. though, you were surprised to find it was laced with disappointment.

“mm, i see. i want one of those as well, then.”

“you sure, little one?” you nodded. “n i’m not little anymore, gerry.” he chuckled, chest rumbling the air as he did so. “i know, honey. just been a while since i seen ya. not sure i’m ready ta see ya all grown up, yet.” you looked down, tapping the toe of your boot on the floor, a small smile spreading across your lips.

“here you are, darlin.” gerry handed you your brown paper bag of goodies.

it smells good.

“well, i’m glad to see you’re doin okay.” your voice fell off into a sigh at the end of your sentence. you waved him off as you turned on your heel, “thank you!”. he nodded, “come back soon, alright?” humming as a response, you set off, the sound of your boots tapping on the wooden floor cutting into the indistinct chatter.

as soon as you stepped outside of that toasty café, the temperature difference shocked your nerves. chills ran all over your skin, even underneath your jacket, let alone the other layers of clothing. no wonder so many people were hanging about in there.

the wind was quick to slam the door shut, and it startled you a bit, but you were on your way.

as you looked down, you could see waves of steam sneaking out of your bag of warm breakfast, and not wanting it to get cold before you reached your destination, you held it close to your middle, hoping you’d be able to trap in the heat. though, it could have been doing the complete opposite.

the chilly air nipped at your nose, just as it did before you entered the café. at this rate, it could damn well just fall off.

it hadn’t even snowed yet, but man was it cold. you knew it was going to soon, it was just a matter of time now. somehow, weird enough, you could smell it. could just be your instincts, or maybe the frostbite, but nevertheless, you were quite excited to relax with your family and friends in the snow within the coming days.

your thoughts continued to wander, thinking about all the things you could do once it finally snowed.. the first year ever that you’d get to experience this peace, and you get to do it with the people you adore the most, as well. it felt unreal. you could actually feel excitement bubbling up in your chest as you danced around all sorts of possibilities in your head.

the smile plastered on your face continued to grow, probably looking pretty odd to the people brushing past you as you walked. that is, until you arrived at that same old dark-wooden building with the mis-matched grey bricks.

taking a deep breath, you exhaled what was left of your excitement, and took a step toward the large wooden door. though you knocked a couple times out of “courtesy”, you just let yourself anyway, the heavy door creaking loud as ever on its journey shut.

dropping the bag off on the table, you walked toward the stairs.

it wasn’t quite as warm in the house as you’d expected it to be, and it was even more concerning that as you made your way up the stairs, you found that it was colder up there.

“what’s the point of knocking if you’re just gonna come in anyway?” levi asked, standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

a smile cracked into your lips, eyes bright as ever as you lay your eyes on him, “good morning to you, too.” heading toward his shorter stature, you leaned to the side to press a quick kiss to levi’s temple. “you look cute in that.” the words slid off of your tongue with no shame, eliciting a flame to burn in levi’s pale cheeks.

“but you’re freezing.” sliding the fabric of your coat off of your shoulders, you wrapped it around him. albeit with a little bit of resistance, but you did.

levi shot you a dirty look and crossed his arms over his chest, but it didn’t phase you. how could it when he was wearing such a cute outift?

his shirt was white, baggy, long-sleeved, and most definitely not his size. the collar was nearly wide enough to hang off of his shoulder. he also had long, blue, plaid pajama pants on, and honestly, it was quite a sight to see. he never wore pajama’s.

is it christmas already?

“i brought you some breakfast.” it’s not like it was a surprise, but he sure did perk up like it was.

“what is it?” he asked, dropping his attitude and following after you. you ignored him, choosing to keep him curious. the house was spotless. especially the kitchen.

so this is what he does when he’s off-duty? also, the fuck does he need such a huge table for?

pulling the paper cups out, you set them next to eachother, only for levi to pick one up immediately after you set them down. he brought it to his nose to smell. “tea?” you nodded as a response, handing him the bag. “n this,” your voice soft as you pulled out a chair, ushering him to sit — taking your seat beside him as well. he peered at you for a second, then looked into the bag.

“what is it?” “it’s a lemon muffin. i know you like lemon, so i thought you’d wanna try it.” he was silent as he tried to hide his smile, but the swing of his legs gave away his excitement.

it’s contagious.

you tuck his hair behind his ear, wanting to see his pretty face. watching for a second as he set the bag back on the table, you swiftly rose to your feet, “ah, let me get a plate for you.”

“and a fork?” he asked as he adjusted himself on the seat, pulling your coat further into him. you didn’t miss it, your heart skipping a beat as he did so. “mhm.”

“and my cup?”

“and your cup.”

[yourmcu]

Mesmerized

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax​ said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 1,388

A/n: sorry it took a while! I really hope this turned out ok I’m so nervous lmfaosdkdk

Warnings: none

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Natasha’s outside the compound by the landing zone, taking light sips on her beer occasionally. The Avengers are having some sort of gathering or low-key party inside to celebrate their victory against Thanos a while back.

They never really had time to gather everybody just after the battle, but Tony contacted everybody for this special night. Natasha just wants to take a break from the games and conversations for a minute.

Speaking of conversations, she rolls her eyes at the thought about something Steve said. Because the tables have turned; if she was the one bugging Steve to date a few years back, he's now bombarding her with names of single people they knew, one of them being Bucky.

“He wouldn’t mind going out to dinner with you sometime.” Steve suggested. But Natasha knows the Winter Soldier and herself are better off as friends.

Natasha gets up when after the guardian’s ship lands smoothly against the grass meters away from her. She moves a few strands of her hair from her face to get a clear view of Thor striding out of the ship as soon as the door opens, along with the other guardians.

“Ah, Romanoff!” The god of thunder grins, patting her on the back. She’s never seen him this happy. Probably because it's all thanks to him the whole universe was free from mad titans – at least for now. “How’s life? Oh, yes, I’d like to introduce you to my friends here… of course you already know rabbit, and tree…”

Greetings and hand shaking fills the friendly atmosphere for a moment. Then you finally catch up with them, nudging Thor’s side and thrusting the large barrel of Asgardian ale into his arms.

“You must be the Black Widow,” you breathe out and offer a warm smile to the redhead, your hand outstretches. “Thor’s told me awesome stories about you guys. Y/N, by the way.”

Natasha nods, slightly breathless like you are but because of... well, you. She returns a smile and introduces herself as well.

“Everything’s pretty tech-y now, s’mazing.” You muse, entering the compound side by side with Natasha. The rest are walking in front of you, chatting among themselves. “I missed this planet.”

She glances sideways at you, “when’s your last visit?”

You chuckle. “I honestly don’t remember when but, it was a brief visit to my hometown and everything looked old fashioned, I think these huge compact disks were all the rage that time, vines- no, not vines-“

“Vinyl records?” Natasha raises an eyebrow, smiling. You laugh, which she finds adorable, and nod. “You and Quill are related, then?” She proceeds to ask since you look like a normal human, no antennas or any odd space stuff you could’ve inherited.

“Oh, no, we’re both half human though,” you shrug. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

She hesitates to tell a bit of her story at first but you seem nice and - accepting, like you’d never judge her. But she does leave out a few parts for another conversation.

Natasha retreats over to Steve who is behind the bar counter when you receive a big hug from Peter and Tony greets you with a “How’s it going, fireball?” and a pat on the back. She figures you want to meet the others, so she sits down across the super soldier to steal glances at you from afar. 

“Finally, I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna show - hey!” Steve raises his champagne at Thor and he does the same gesture before hurrying after Bruce. “Is it just me or did Groot get taller?”

You're still joking around with Tony, pretending to hit the still-bandaged wound on his chest, Rhodey laughs along, then Wanda offers you a cocktail and you accept it, thanking her.

Steve’s now going on about Wakanda, also sharing the stories from T’Challa. Natasha’s barely listening but occasionally hum and nod.

“Nat, if you don’t close your mouth you’re going to drool.” He laughs lightheartedly, averting his gaze from her to you. “I guess we have a winner, then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha gets up to grab another beer from the cooler. Steve continues to laugh, having a stupid grin on his face. “Oh c’mon, what’s her name?”

Even saying your name she feels out of breath. There's no point in pretending she isn’t into you now. “This isn’t normal. I just met her tonight and I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

“You’re infatuated, it’s-”

“Hi,” you sit on a stool across from the two avengers, holding an open pack of marshmallows. Natasha lamely excuses herself to fetch a bottle opener. Steve straightens up and extends a hand which you take. “Nice to finally meet you, I’m-”

“Y/N.” Steve says. “Natasha’s been telling me about you.”

“I just thought you seemed nice,” she quickly recovers but her heart is still pounding.

You raise an eyebrow at her and giggle. “I’m flattered. You’re not so bad yourself, Natasha.” It’s true, you think she ‘seemed nice’ too. Sure she sounded so badass when Thor tells you stories but tonight she looks so cozy with her sweater and her hair braided to one side.

“Being surrounded with people like you guys is great but now I just feel like a party trick.” You take out a marshmallow while scanning the room (Steve is now playing pool with Sam, you notice, and you're alone with the redhead).

“What do you mean?”

You hold the marshmallow between your fingertips, igniting it out of nowhere for a second so it roasts just right, then pop it in your mouth. “Pretty useless, right?”

“Maybe if you only used it for something like that, but no,” Natasha smiles softly. “Fire conjuring, bit scary if you ask me. What if you randomly lit something up?”

“I was born with it. I remember having to wear gloves all the time as a child when I first set a houseplant to flames,” you both laugh. “I’m in full control of it now though.”

“S’that why Tony calls you ‘fireball’?”

You let out a laugh again. “Yeah. Or he might’ve forgot my actual name.”

“Y/N! I took the liberty of putting your stuff in the room you’ll be sleeping at.” Thor butts in, grinning from ear to ear, patting you on the head.

“Oh, right. Thanks buddy.”

“You’re welcome!”

Natasha turns to you, “you’re staying?” In her head she's coming up with ways on how to talk to you again once the party’s over and you return to space with the guardians. This just makes it a whole lot easier to get to know you even better.

“Yup, Thor is too. We both agreed on staying for a few weeks to catch up on stuff.” You reply. “I might actually turn in now, ‘think those cocktails are kicking in...”

“I’ll walk with you.” She says without giving it much thought but you nod and smile appreciatively.

“Perfect. It’s the guestroom beside your room.” Thor claps his hands together and walks away.

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“Can I ask you a question?”

You zip your bag and hum before looking up at her.

Natasha's leaning on your doorframe, hesitating. Is she going to fast? Is it too soon to ask? She fiddles with her hands, “do you have any plans tomorrow?”

This is fine. If you say yes or say no then decline her next question, she’ll just forget any of this happened.

“I don’t - well, I think Thor wanted to go out for breakfast but that’s it. Why?”

“Do you... maybe wanna go out?” Natasha asks silently, looking at anywhere but you. “To, you know, catch you up on some of the things you missed. Only if you want to, no pressure.”

But your eyes light up at her words. You kind of expected it, she was showing signs that she likes you all night. And you actually made the Black Widow nervous. “Natasha, I’d love to.”

“Oh,” she sighs in relief, feeling the beat of her heart return to a normal pace. “Well I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk over to her and place a hand on her arm, then lean over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Good night.”

[evenmoregreener]

Questionnaire of Laruku from B-PASS magazine (March. 1995)

Another translation of a translation from Russian. This "interview" was translated for Russian l'arc fan-club in 2018. I haven't found any other English translations on the net, so I decided that it will be interesting for you to read something like this. All credits are down below, big thank you to the original translator, what a great woman! 

The original Russian text has some typos plus English isn't my first language, that's why text might seem a bit of strange. About special signs: (translator's note) - notes of an original translator; "*" - my own notes; (?) - neither me nor the original translator understood the context. Please, enjoy!

1. Date of birth Hyde: 13th of Friday Tetsu: 3 of October Ken: 28th of November, Sagittarius Sakura: Secret 2. Blood type Н: Color of the blood - red Т: А or 0 К: АВ S: The hot blood of a man runs in my veins 3. Place of birth Н: Jelsarem's Rod Т: Kansai К: Alaska’s native S: Kingdom of Nerima (Nerima is a ward in Tokyo, where Sakura was born - translator's note) 4. Height, weight, shoe size, visual acuity Н: “?” Т: Small, light, 24,5 – 25 cm К: 178 cm, 56 kg, shoe – 25,5 cm S: 5 feet 8 inches, 120 feet, 10 inches, about 1,0 and 1,0 5. Body size Н: As in the previous Т: I don’t know К: I prefer В 85, W 58 H 88 S: “Nice body” 6. Which musical instruments and how many years do you play? Н: I've been playing guitar for 9 years Т: 11 years on bass К: From about high school S: Secret 7. Where did you work? Н: Mister Donats Т: At the record store К: Jewelry store, tutor S: Secret 8. Skills Н: Shaolin martial arts, second dan Т: Calligraphy К: Youth baseball S: Secret 9. Hobby and special abilities (besides music) Н: Bite Т: Radio controlled models К: Tetris S: To make people do something

10. Philosophy of life Н: Do not stick sticks into the rice Т: I sleep today for tomorrow, tomorrow I sleep for today. (a phrase from manga - translator's note) К: Hurry slowly S: Live today 11. Real name Н: Jiji Т: Teppi К: Jakenosuke S: Sakurajima Samuel Tarot

12. Favorite musicians Н: Depeche mode Т: Me К: The The (an English new wave band — translator's note) S: Ishihara Yūjirō (Japanese actor, singer, film producer - translator's note) 13. Favorite celebrity Н: Takeda Tetsuya (Japanese singer and actor - translator's note) Т: Me К: Isshiki Sae (Japanese actress — translator's note) S: Saburo Ishikura (Japanese actor - translator's note) 14. Respected people Н: Yoshitada Hirai * Т: Me К: Professor Ichinose S: Takakura Ken (Japanese actor - translator's note) 15. Favorite films and films that you’ve recently watched Н: The Omen. Recently watched Jurassic Park. Т: Favorite film – The Outsider, recently watched “Cría cuervos” (Spanish film of 1976 - translator's note) К: Perfect World, cried when watched, although usually I don't cry during films S: Jingi Naki Tatakai (Battles Without Honor and Humanity) 16. Favorite books (including manga) and books that you’ve recently read Н: Stephen King. Recently read compilation that’s called Night Souls (?). Pretty interesting. Т: «Harper’s Bazaar», Vogue Italia, recently read Matsumoto Hitoshi’s “Isho”. К: «Kirin», about motorcycles, novels for men. It’s a bit of awkward, but I buy Young Rose which I love to read for a long time. S: I can't list everything. 17. Alcohol and tobacco Н: Both, about 10 years already. Alcohol – a little, tobacco – one piece. ** Т: I don’t smoke. Alcohol – yes, except sake, I drink rarely though. К: I love Kassis, always have it at home, drink 2-3 times a week. I don’t smoke right now. S: Any alcohol, I can drink a lot. Per day I smoke more than two packs (Seven Star) 18. Do you love animals? Do you have any pets? Н: I do, but I have allergy. Т: I do. I had 5 dogs and one cat, now I don’t. К: I love obedient and loving. S: More than pets I love girls. 19. The concert that left the strongest impression Н: GASTUNK in EGG PLANT (legendary club in Osaka of 80’s - translator's note) Т: Shiki-Yakou (the name of tour Dead End of 1985) К: In Aichi Kinrou Kaikan (concert hall in Nagoya — translator's note) S: Radio concert Anikies (Dankon Anikies – fictional band that was made up by ken, sakura and kyo (Die in Cries), when ken and sakura were guests at kyo’s radio program «kyo MIDNIGHT　ROCK　CITY» on 9th of December, 1994 - translator's note) 20. Three most beloved albums Н: Some Great Reward of Depeche Mode, God’s Own Medicine of The Mission, La Vie En Rose of D'erlanger*** Т: Laruku’s new album, Tierra, Dune К: Black Sabath – Heaven & Hell; Cure - Disintegration; Kisugi Takao (Japanese singer and composer - translator's note) - Best collection S: Secret 21. Recently bought CDs and your impressions of them Н: No Т: Second Coming/The Stone Roses К: Suede (Britpop band - translator's note) S: Secret 22. Concert that you visited recently Н: Haven't been on the concerts for about a year, but sometimes before Shibuya live watched Modern Choki Chokies (a Japanese pop band from the early 1990s - translator's note) Т: Echobelly (a British rock band — translator's note) К: kyo-chan’s solo S: Secret 23. TV shows that you often watch and radio shows that you often listen to Н: Doramas and MIDNIGHT ROCK CITY Т: TV – BEAT UK, I don't listen to radio К: Yoru-ni dakarete (dorama of 1994 - translator's note), though it has already ended. I don’t listen to radio, since I don’t have one S: I’m interested neither in TV nor radio 24. Favorite dish, favorite color and flower Н: Japanese cuisine. Monochrome color. Flowers that grow well in an apartment, even if they are not watered Т: Sushi, tillandsia, cacti, I like all of the colors К: Favorite dish – ice cream, caviar, sushi. Favorite flower – orchid. Favorite color – silver S: Anton rib (dish that was mentioned in Kinnikuman - translator's note), sakura, black 25. Musical instruments that you can play and ones that you want to learn to play Н: Guitar, bass, acoustic guitar, would like to learn to play flute. Т: Several guitars and basses К: Guitar, bass, synthesizer. Would like to learn how to play saxophone S: Variety which you can find in stores 26. Thing that you want the most right now Н: Hot blood of some girl. Т: Sharp Zaurus P1-5000 К: Onsen, pool S: “?” 27. How do you spend your weekend? Н: Sleep Т: Vacantly К: Go back and forth S: Stay under the waterfall 28. What do you do when you are all alone at home? Н: Sleep and writing lyrics Т: Play the guitar, listen to music К: Watch TV… S: Drumming Japanese drums 29. A dream that you have seen lately. Н: Back at night souls of dead sheep were hurrying through the window, I was worried where they are going. I told Sakura: when the sheep will come back, let’s go after them, but they didn’t come back. Т: A dream where I somehow ended up eating sushi in America. К: Relocation S: In loincloth and a bandage on the head I wandered in a stormy sea. And that was awesome! 30. Most attractive feature Н: Compact, compact and compact Т: “?” К: Ankles. Strong side: strong legs. Weak side: often catch cold. S: 31. Role in the band. Н: Probably, bringing everybody together Т: President К: Am-group (?) S: Educator of the head of singing monkeys 32. Describe in one word what Laruku is Н: Cloudy sky after heavy rain Т: Rock band К: Rainbow S: Soul of a man 33. What do you expect from the other band members? Н: I’d like everybody to stay as healthy as they are now Т: Perfection К: Rainbow! S: Soul of a man 34. Where do you want to go abroad? Н: Paris Т: To America К: Any countries where I could live. To drive back and forth S: Country on the shore of the Japanese Sea 35. Where have you been? Where have you recently traveled? Н: During the vacation in September traveled to Nagano to visit Osamu's house four years later, I would like to live calmly in the district of Karuizawa station. Т: To Okinawa. It was beautiful. К: Morocco. It was hot. S: In Morocco I saw the waves of the Atlantic Ocean 36. What do you recommend to see in your hometown? Н: On the roof of Nisshou haitsu Т: A lot of yankees. К: The view on the fast stream S: Secret 37. Enjoyable things that you like during tours (except for concerts) Н: Food Т: Except for concerts, nothing (laughs) К: You can overeat S: Meet different locals with the soul of a man 38. What do you definitely do before the concert, what do you pay special attention to? Н: I am in a deep thought Т: I listen to Metallica at full volume К: Going to a toilet S: Warm up and stretch of the muscles 39. What do you pay special attention to before the interview? Н: I find out the topic Т: So as not to be late К: I try to be serious S: Worried about whether I can express and tell about my masculine soul 40. What do you carry with you all the time? Н: Watch and two bracelets because I like them Т: Nothing К: Bracelet, necklace - I feel uncomfortable without them S: Pants 41. Memorable thing Н: The bracelet that I bought when I first came abroad. I really wanted it, but pretended that I am not interested, and bargained. But since there is no set price, I don’t know if it’s cheap or not. Т: No К: Various guitars, they are associated with different memories. S: Secret 42. Three biggest news in the last six months Н: 1. Motoka’s wedding. 2. The house in front of my window was demolished. 3. Because of the house, which has now been built, the lighting has become worse. Т: Promotion trip; creation of an official fan club; award from the director! К: Couldn't go to the sea. Swam in a pool in Morocco. Was in onsen. S: Secret 43. Plans for the end of the previous year and the beginning of the new Н: Composing music and lyrics Т: Car driving and karaoke К: Continue visiting onsen. S: Polish my masculine soul 44. Your personal plans for 1995 Н: Enjoy work Т: Become an artist № 1 К: Necessarily swim in the sea. Master the butterfly S: Gain a soul of a man 45. Music that you listened to this morning or last night Н: Laruku’s new song T: Morning call from the manager K: Maribeth S: Pink Floyd 46. Dish that turns out well when you are cooking Н: Chinese cuisine Т: I can't cook К: Ikuradon S: Sashimi 47. The image of the ideal woman Н: An optimistic and domestic woman Т: No К: Fujiko-chan S: That looks like Shiraishi Hitomi (Japanese actress - translator's note) 48. Favorite sport Н: No Т: No К: No S: Judo 49. If I were born again... Н: I would like to become an astronaut and fly into space Т: I would like to be genius К: I would like to be a dolphin S: I would like to be a woman, in order to live and not talk nevermore about the "soul of a man" 50. Goals in life Н: Enjoy the rest of the years Т: It’s a secret К: Live a long life S: Soul of a man 51. One word for readers of our magazine Н: If you're not careful, I'll bite you! Т: Nice to meet you К: Hello, this is Ken. I'll continue in answer 52 S: Life in a loincloth and headband 52. Free theme Н: Woof Т: Nowadays Laruku are fully different! К: In 1996 I want to perform a lot at concerts. That is why we definitely will meet, so look forward! S: And this year there will be Anikies!

* Marked in credits to HYDE’s “Roentgen” album as an art director and designer. ** Probably he meant one pack. *** Was covered by HYDE in D’ERLANGER TRIBUTE ALBUM ~Stairway to Heaven~.

Translation from Japanese: Liubov Chachanidze aka Diana_ Translation into English by me (The Green Explosion inc.)  

Original: https://diary.ru/~l20arc-en-ciel/p216393417_anketa-iz-zhurnala-b-pass-za-mart-1995-goda.htm

[fleetingpieces]

My One in a Million CH 6

Here we go! Thanks for the patience and support everyone❤️

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CW: dog getting sick

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Chapter 6 - Water tides

Remus let the water wrap around him lazily as he swam down the middle of Gryffindor Tower’s indoor pool at a serene pace. He was glad to have the place all to himself that late afternoon, as he was exhausted after a pretty intense workout.

His day had been fully booked; he’d been out since morning, only stopping home long enough to grab his gym bag and head to the building’s top floor. He was trying to clear his head and organize his thoughts, but just like in the past three days, his mind drifted to the gift that was still sitting face-down in his guestroom, waiting for him to figure out what the hell to do with it.

As he reached the other end of the pool, he stood there with his hands caressing the surface of the water, feeling the slight resistance it made against his palms.

Sirius had seemed so genuinely sorry and like he was really putting in the effort, and Remus didn’t know what to make of it. It was still hard to believe how fast things had changed; this was the man that had been driving him crazy for weeks... but he was also the one that was making Remus open up about his past, even if it was just a little bit. Even Cocoa liked him. It’d been really hard for Remus not to turn into a fucking pile of goo when he saw them together, and fuck if Sirius’ starstruck face didn’t do things to him. People were usually afraid of Cocoa, but Sirius had opened his arms to him straight away.

What an adorable bastard.

Remus groaned and dived underwater. He stayed in place, floating with his eyes closed. Doing this always gave him a sense of peace that very few other things could. With the exception of yoga, maybe.

It was terribly ironic how sometimes he felt like he couldn’t bring air into his lungs when he remembered that time, but being underwater felt so soothing, even if he was obviously not breathing. There was something about the stillness of it and how weightless it made him feel, as if nothing could bring him down; and having his eyes closed, he could imagine having infinite space all around him, like maybe he’d blink and he’d be floating with the stars.

A splash of bubbles that could only mean another person had jumped into the pool reached his ears.

Remus held on for a few seconds more before he stood up, breaking the surface as he passed a hand through his face and hair to get the water out of his eyes.

“Merde.”

The whispered word echoed in the big room, though Remus was probably not supposed to hear it. He froze with a hand still in his curls and turned towards the voice.

“Sorry, I thought it was empty,” Sirius said from a few feet away. He lifted a muscular arm to rub at the back of his head and frowned with a small smile. “Just how long can you hold your breath?”

Remus just stared at him. At the way the droplets of water dripped from his dark locks and ran down his chest and the planes of his stomach. He swallowed, lifting his gaze before it could travel down further and focused on the piercing grey eyes that were already staring back at him. It felt as though Sirius could see into his soul, and it shocked Remus to realise that the thought wasn’t as scary as it should be.

Remus wasn’t sure how long they stood there, it could have been a second or maybe hours, but the smile slowly faded from Sirius’ face.

“I can go?” he asked unsurely.

“No!” Remus said hastily, before clearing his throat. “No, it’s fine.”

“Ok...” Sirius seemed surprised. They stared at each other a few moments more, Remus wracking his brain for something to say but coming up short. Sirius shifted on his feet. “Well, I don’t want to get in your way, so…”

He started turning around to go to the other side of the pool. Remus took a deep breath.

“Wait.”

Stopping mid-movement, Sirius turned around, arching a perfect eyebrow.

“I…” Remus started, but closed his mouth. Sirius’ eyes softened, and Remus started again, more firmly. “I never thanked you.”

That made Sirius frown. “Why would you need to thank me?”

“For the painting,” Remus said simply, though he figured it should be obvious. He couldn’t help but add with a small crooked smile, “and for the cookies too. Even though they were awful.”

Sirius barked a laugh, covering his face with a hand, and Remus found himself wishing he didn’t. He wanted to see the way his eyes crinkled. “Yeah, well. I should have asked first before I did anything, sorry I assumed-”

“No,” Remus interrupted, shaking his head. “No, you had no way of knowing.” He stopped to take another deep breath. “I'm sorry, I overreacted.”

Sirius raised both eyebrows at that, he clearly hadn't expected an apology. He regarded Remus steadily before he shrugged. “It's important to you. I think it's perfectly reasonable to react the way you did.”

Such a simple phrase, and yet something tugged fiercely in Remus’ chest. He tried to ignore it and sank until the water covered up to his shoulders. There was something about this man that made raw emotions come to the surface, and he tried his best to control them.

“Still, you were only trying to do something nice. So thank you.”

Sirius nodded as he stared at him, a small smile on his face again.

“Maybe we can start over?” He swam closer and Remus resisted the urge to sink lower. Instead, he got up when the other man extended a hand towards him. "Hi. I'm Sirius Black, and I live in apartment 12. Nice to meet you," he grinned.

The resolution on Sirius' face made Remus smile too, before he glanced down at the outstretched hand and reached to shake it. Despite the coldness of the water, Sirius’ palm was so warm that Remus felt it in his core, and he looked back up quickly to find Sirius giving him an odd look.

“Remus Lupin. I’m in apartment 10, right next to yours. Funny that we didn’t bump into each other sooner,” he said playfully, earning himself another wholehearted laugh from the other man, his chest rising and falling with it.

“Ouais, funny that,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He let go of Remus’ hand and promptly plunged underwater, emerging only one second later while shaking his hair like a dog and sending a wall of droplets in Remus’ face. 

“You mutt,” said Remus as he raised an arm to cover himself, making Sirius smile widely. 

God, does he ever stop grinning? 

“So, what brought you to Gryffindor?”

The casual way he asked it made Remus relax some more. He sagged back down and moved from the shallow part of the pool, treading water as he thought of everything that had led him here.

“It’s kind of a long story, but the main reason is that I wanted to expand my brand, and I thought living in a bigger city would be better for that purpose.”

Sirius nodded as though he knew exactly what Remus was talking about. “Yeah, that makes sense. Where did you live before?”

A wistful smile tugged at Remus’ mouth, and he noticed Sirius tilting his head in curiosity. “In the countryside, just outside of Gryffindor. I was born there and lived in that town my whole life until I decided to move here.”

“Do you miss it?” Sirius asked softly.

The water lapping around them was the only sound in the air as Remus looked down at his hands, weaving them just beneath the surface.

“Yeah...I miss my mum and Leo mostly. I know it’s not too far, but it’s not easy to see them either. I guess it’s hard for me not seeing them everyday.” Remus didn’t add that it made him feel lonely, or like he was back in room 308, but Sirius seemed to sense that it was making him feel sad, cause he didn’t ask more about that and moved to another question.

“What’s your hometown like?”

Remus smiled thankfully at him. “It’s really small, nothing compared to this,” he made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “But it’s beautiful. There’s this beach that Leo and I used to go to all the time when we were kids, and later on we would always find the time to go there on small camping trips, just the two of us in bedrolls, sleeping under the stars. It became a tradition. And then, there’s a forest on the other side, with these huge trees that go on for miles, and there’s a-” Remus stopped himself when he realised he’d been going on and on without a pause, blushing a bit. He looked at Sirius sheepishly. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away.”

But Sirius was just looking at him with a dopey smile. “That’s ok. I like listening to you speak.”

Remus didn’t know what to do with that, so he cleared his throat. “What about you?”

“Hm?” Sirius asked distractedly.

“Did you always live here?”

That seemed to snap him out of whatever he’d been lost in. He ran a hand through his hair, which stayed pushed back, sleeked by the water. Remus liked it. He could see more of his face like this.

“Uh, no. I grew up in Slytherin, actually. But I went to boarding school when I got older, so I spent a lot of my teenage years there. It’s where I met James and most of the guys.”

There it was again, that fond smile, and Remus found himself asking, wanting to know more, “what was it like, going to a boarding school?”

Sirius laughed at that, and walked to lean his back against the side of the pool, his forearms resting over the edge. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling with a faraway look. “Oh, it was great. Not so much at the beginning though. I lived a pretty sheltered life up to that point, so you can imagine I was a bit of a snobbish dick.”

“A bit?” Remus raised a teasing eyebrow, making Sirius laugh again and focus his gaze on him.

“Trust me, whatever you think of me now, I was ten times worse.”

“I don’t really think you’re like that,” Remus replied, and was surprised to realise he meant it. Sirius’ smile faltered, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Remus beat him to it quickly, “so what made you change?”

There were a few seconds in which Sirius just stared at him with an unreadable expression. “James,” he said plainly in the end.

“James?”

“James,” Sirius agreed. “Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if we hadn’t met. He made me see I was behaving like an idiot, and everything I was missing out on.” He turned his head and gave Remus a sad smile before he continued, “I didn’t have any real friends before James.”

There was a deep pain rooted there that Remus couldn’t completely grasp, but he felt that it wasn’t his place to ask. “So you guys were friends from the start?”

“Pretty much,” he said, and then a laugh escaped him. “I tried to shove him aside at first, but he clung to me like a koala. I don’t even know why he wanted to be friends with me then.”

Remus thought about the way Sirius’ face lit up when he was close to James or when he talked about him. It was obvious to anyone that they were close, and how much it meant to Sirius.

“Well, I’m glad you found him.”

“Yeah,” Sirius said softly, “me too.”

“So how did you end up in Gryffindor?”

Sirius chuckled, “that would be James’ fault again. He grew up here, and I used to spend months at his house during the summer hols. It’s where I went when I finally ran from home; his parents took me in.”

He’d spoken casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world, but still Remus felt his heart stutter. “You...you ran away?”

Sirius’ eyes widened a bit, clearly he hadn’t realised how much he’d said. He glanced at Remus a bit wearily, who hastened to add, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it.”

Some of the tightness seemed to leave Sirius’ shoulders as he exhaled sharply. “No, it’s ok. I...fuck. My family and I had different views about...things. They own this big company and run in some upper circles of society that I never had any interest in.”

It was Remus’ turn to have his eyes widen like ping pong balls as the realisation hit him like a bag of wet sand. “Wait...you’re that Black? From Black Enterprises?”

The tension in Sirius’ jaw was so sudden and intense, Remus regretted his words instantly.

“No. I mean, yes. I should be. But I left that behind years ago.”

There was a crease between his brows, and Remus’ hand started stretching towards it to smooth it, but he caught himself in time and pretended to scratch at his cheek instead.

“Ah, sorry, my bad. I thought for a second that you were. But you must be the Sirius Black from Gryffindor, huh? I’ve heard great things about him,” Remus said in a light tone. At first, Sirius frowned at him as if he’d gone crazy and Remus shifted awkwardly. But slowly, it started melting away until he started laughing at Remus’ antics, one hand clutching his stomach.

“God, you’re so weird.” There was that sweet smile again, directed fully at him, and Remus’ heart stuttered for an entirely different reason.

After that, Remus lost track of time as they talked and splashed about. He felt surprisingly light. Laughter was not in short amounts, an easy banter settling between them, and sometimes he’d catch Black staring at him with an indecipherable smile on his face. It felt like they’d been friends for years and not just a few hours, which was something Remus’ brain couldn’t completely wrap around.

Their topics went from the most trivial things to some that bordered in way-too-intimate for how long they’d known each other, but it didn’t feel weird or forced.

Remus mentioned how much he enjoyed a cup of tea in the afternoon. Sirius told him that he’d started smoking at 16, and had quit three times so far but started again when he felt overwhelmed. Remus talked a bit about his mum and how hard she worked to bring money in, and how Remus had to practically beg her to let him help once his business had taken off. Sirius confessed to being afraid of spiders to which Remus couldn’t keep in a laugh.

“Really? Spiders?”

“Oh, shut up, you,” Sirius had said with no real venom as he splashed him with water, making Remus laugh harder. Remus didn’t miss how Sirius' eyes hadn’t left his face when he’d looked back up at him.

They had started drifting closer to each other, and right then Sirius was swimming backwards around Remus as he told a story about a school prank. Remus was turning around slowly on his feet to keep him in sight, entirely too conscious of the way that the movement with each backstroke made Sirius’ back look even bigger. And how the waves Sirius was making kept lapping at Remus’ lower belly.

What the fuck am I thinking?

He shook his head just in time to catch Sirius’ next question.

“Did you always know you wanted to teach yoga?”

“Oh. Well, not really. I always thought I wanted to be a writer,” Remus chuckled. “But then after...Um, a couple years ago I decided to start a healthier lifestyle, and discovered I really liked it.” He gave a small shrug. “I decided to focus on that, and I don’t regret my decision.”

Sirius hummed as he kept swimming with his eyes closed. Feeling a bit weird just staring at him, Remus pushed his legs up and started floating on his back, focusing on the ceiling instead.

“So, what do you do for a living?” he asked.

He heard more than saw Sirius stop and stand up at once.

“I um...I work as a freelancer from home.”

“That’s nice. What kind of jobs do you do?”

“Oh, all sorts of things. Y’know, I never learned to float like that,” he said in a rush, which struck Remus as a bit weird. He let his feet angle down and touch the floor, and he pulled himself upright to eye Sirius curiously. He was fidgeting, but smiled at Remus hopefully, so Remus smiled too.

“Would you like me to teach you?”

Sirius’ face lit up. “Would you?”

“If you want,” Remus shrugged.

Sirius nodded enthusiastically and took a couple steps closer.

“Ok, try to align yourself with the water, and I’ll help by holding you until you can adjust your body on your own. It’s easier to float if you take a deep breath and hold it, so let’s start with that.”

“Ok, I can do that.”

“You need to be perfectly relaxed, ok? Save that puppy energy for something else.”

“D’accord, d’accord,” Sirius rolled his eyes. Remus tried to ignore how nicely the words rolled out of his tongue.

He watched as Sirius breathed in and pulled himself into a horizontal position. He held it for barely one second before he started sinking, so Remus took a deep breath too and moved over to place one hand in the middle of his back, and the other under his head.

Soft.

It was all Remus could think as the dark strands of hair fell between his fingers.

“Tip your head back and lift your chin. There should be no tension on your neck.” Remus’ voice was mellow, automatically slipping into the tone he used for his classes. “Put your arms just like this.” He removed his hand from Sirius’ head and used it to bring the arm closest to him slightly up, Sirius’ fingers brushing against Remus’ thigh, and then placed it back in the inky hair.

“My hips keep going down,” Sirius chuckled, making the water ripple in small waves. His eyes were closed, his chin tilted up just like Remus had told him to, exposing the long lines of his neck. Remus looked away, trying to keep a blush at bay.

“Ok, I’m going to move my hand to support you better, is that ok?”

A breathy “oui” was all he got for an answer.

Remus’ hand trailed down, his fingers brushing against Sirius’ spine until he could place it more firmly against the small of his back. He could’ve sworn he felt Sirius shiver, but that could be because of the water.

Looking down at Sirius’ toes, he told him to try and relax more. His eyes went up his legs as he gave small advices on how he should place his body, passing by the blue swim trunks that clung to his thighs, then kept going up his hip bones, toned stomach and chest, telling him to try and push up. He glanced up at that long, elegant neck, until he finally stopped when he found silver eyes staring intently at him.

In that moment, with those eyes locked with his and feeling overly conscious of the skin he was touching, Remus felt a bolt go through his fingers and removed his hands instantly as if he’d been burned, and Sirius flailed his arms and sank.

He stood up spluttering, water dripping everywhere.

“Remus what the fuck-” he started complaining, but stopped short when he realised just how close they were standing.

Remus felt his breath hitch in his throat as he was engulfed in the grey once more. Wet hair fell over his eyes, and this close, he could make out all the shades, every spot in those irises. He felt like he was staring at a tempest sea, the calmness around them making him feel like he was in the eye of the hurricane, and he was about to be swept up in the storm.

Sirius’ breath fanned against Remus’ face, slipping between his parted lips. His eyes darted down to stare at Sirius’ mouth, those pink lips that looked so incredibly soft that Remus wanted to reach up and touch them with his fingers. The tip of his tongue moved to wet his lips, and when he glanced up again he caught Sirius following the movement. The other man inched his face closer, torturously slow, until Remus tilted his head up slightly.

Everything around them seemed to be suspended in time, waiting, waiting… And then that same memory was flashing through his mind and Remus pulled away.

“Remus?” Sirius asked, confused, and Remus’ heart gave another painful tug.

“I...I...” Remus backed against the wall so much he wished he could just become one with it. Sirius took a step back and watched him with worried eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...Are you ok?”

“I just- I...I gotta go.”

Not waiting for any answer, Remus turned around and lifted himself out of the water, and basically bolted back to the changing rooms.

He didn’t even stop to take a shower, just changed his clothes as fast as he could, grateful that Sirius didn’t come looking for him.

Once inside his flat, he unceremoniously dropped his bag and keys on the floor, and let his head fall back against the door.

What the fuck was that?

It was so not like him to do something like this. He knew better than to get tangled in... in whatever happened at the pool was. Focus on your career, that was the goal. No time to meet anyone just to get into a relationship, get attached, and then be left broken.

But Sirius just...it felt so natural to be around him. Remus was still surprised at how comfortable he felt around the other man, given the way they’d started things off. If the image he’d had of Sirius was so far off the mark, then maybe Sirius was not like-

No.

He was done with relationships and that was that.

“Ugh, fuck,” Remus groaned, then finally glanced around his flat. “Cocoa?” he called, surprised that he hadn’t been tackled in a bear hug yet. “Cocoa, c’mon boy. Let’s go for a walk. Fuck knows I certainly need some fresh air.”

It was dark outside already, but Remus’ heart was still beating wildly, and he didn’t think he could stand to just stay inside. He needed to calm down and get his mind off dark hair, stormy eyes and wet lips.

When he still got no response, Remus frowned. It was very unlike Cocoa not to rush to greet him or come to him when called. Even if he’d been sleeping, he’d always wake up to the sound of Remus coming back home.

Remus stepped into the living room, walking around the couch to where Cocoa usually laid in his dog bed. And there he was, with his head between his paws, looking up at Remus with big, yellow eyes. He whined when Remus got close.

“Hey boy, there you ar-” Remus stopped himself with the immediate knowledge that something was wrong. Cocoa was trying to get up, but his legs were trembling and he fell over. Remus rushed forward and knelt at his side, noting how fast Cocoa’s heart was beating, and the spasms still going through his body. “What’s going on? Cocoa, what’s wrong?”

Remus was frantically trying to figure out what was happening when his eyes landed on a crumpled piece of paper. He snatched it up and his heart stopped. It was the wrapper for one of his favourite dark chocolates, and there were only a couple of bitten pieces left in it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did you get this? When did you-? Oh my God, when did you eat it?” Remus wracked his brain, trying to remember if the wrapper was there when he’d stop by his flat a few hours earlier, but he had no idea. He remembered thinking Cocoa seemed a bit more energetic than usual, but he hadn’t thought too much of it.

Shaking out of the whirlpool that were his thoughts, Remus carefully picked Cocoa up and rushed to the door.

“Please hang on, boy. Please, please, please hang on.”

[uchukiyoo]

“I have something to tell you”

-Prompt : You have a secret to tell to Seungcheol, your boyfriend, that would change your lives.

- Pregnancy au ?  idk lmao

-Pairing : Reader X Seungcheol (S.Coups) - Seventeen

-Genre : Fluff ? 

-Word cound : 850-ish

“Have you told him yet?” Joshua asked  as he looked at your belly

“No…” you replied, letting out a big sigh

“What?? Are you kidding? Girl…you have to tell him!”

“I know! I wanted to but…”

You pulled your phone out of your pocket

“Look…Yesterday, I was about to call him to tell him but look at what he sent me. This video is just him having fun with his friends, it’s been so long since he visited his hometown, Josh. I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

“How could you ruin his holiday by telling him he is going to be a father Y/N?” your friends asked, gently patting your hand

“Because…he doesn’t want to.”

Joshua could now understand why you were so scared of telling Seungcheol you were pregnant. You two had been dating for about 3 years now but you never really talked about having kids even though, Seungcheol had mentioned before that he didn’t feel ready at all to be a father.

All of this happened by accident. You had discovered your pregnancy a few days before he left for Daegu, to meet with his family and childhood friends.

“He doesn’t want to have kids or at least for now. And neither do I…I don’t know how it happened but-” You continued

“-It did happen and now you have to tell him Y/N. Even if you don’t want to keep it, he deserves to know and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.”

“I don’t know…but I’ll call him tonight, I swear…”

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

“It’s okay…I’ll call you if I need a shoulder to cry.” You joked

“Alright, I’ll get going then, bye girl, and call me if you need anything okay? Take care”

“Yes…bye Josh, see you tomorrow.”

He grabbed his jacket and placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving your apartment.

You unlocked your phone, took a deep breath and tapped on your boyfriend’s name on yourcontact list.

Unexpectedly enough, he didn’t respond so you left a voicemail.

“Hey cheol-ah…I hope everything is fine and that you have a great time with the boys, I called you because I wanted to tell you something but…I’ll call you back a little later…bye, love you”

Not even five minutes after you hung up, you felt her phone buzz against your thigh. It was Seungcheol

“Hey babe, I was taking a shower sorry…you wanted to talk?” He said with a cheerful tone.

“Yeah…I need to tell you something…” You started

“What is it? You miss me too much that’s it huh?”

“Seungcheol I’m serious…but I can’t tell you on the phone…I’m coming to Daegu.”

“What? Right now? Are you sure?”

He sounded genuinely concerned

“Yeah…It’s too important. I’ll be here in a few hours.”

 And without thinking twice, you took your purse and jumped in her car, on your way to the train station.

About 2 hours and a half later, you arrived in Daegu and typed Seungcheol’s address in the navigation app of your phone but as you tapped the blue icon, you noticed that you had received a text from Seungcheol.

“Y/N-ah, be careful ! I could feel that you were stressed out so please be safe, text me when you arrive”.

You decided to call him.

“Hey…I’m in Daegu, I just arrived, I’ll come to your place.”

“Where are you exactly right now?”

“I’m outside Dongdaegu station-“

“Okay I’m on my way, wait inside the station it’s getting cold outside, I’ll be quick! See you in a bit”

As you felt a little tired, you sat down on a bench.

Gosh my back hurts…you though as you put your bag next to you.

Seungcheol arrived a few minutes later and put his jacket on your shoulders before kissing you.

“I missed you babe…but right now, I’m quite worried about you, what’s up?”

“I know…I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t tell that on the phone. I needed to see you.” You started

“What is it? You’re scaring me!” He replied, grabbing your hand

“I... I’m pregnant Seungcheol…” You announced, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

“What? You mean “pregnant” as in… “pregnant”? Like baby pregnant?” He looked so chocked

You nodded, unable to speak

“Wow…I- I wasn’t expecting that…”

You cried even louder, as you felt like you were ruining his life

“Hey… babe…why are you crying? Do you not want it?” He softly asked, lifting your chin up.

“D-Do you?”

“Of course! You know…I always say that I don’t want kids but you know, it was because I thought you would be against it. And…to be honest, I’m getting old so…and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you…”

“So we’re having this baby?” You asked, looking him in the eyes

“I mean only if you’re ready…”

“Then I guess we’re going to be parents” you simply said, laughing through the tears

“Oh my fucking god I’m gonna be a dad! Wait…I am going to have a kid! God I love you so fucking much Y/N” He exclaimed suddenly, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“I love you too Choi Seungcheol

Today i give you some cute stuff XD This is a lil something i wrote a few months ago, it’s clearly not the best but i’m currently working on something bigger and better ! Hope you’ll like this lil OS tho ! Have a nice day !

(english isn’t my first language, sorry if there are mistakes :/ )

-Sun  ☼

[xtoothless]

One Match

This is my first TommyInnit / Reader one-shot. Second POV and you play Cake-Wars with Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur. 

Pairing: You/Tommy

Word Count: 3,707

Summary: You play some Cake-Wars with a couple of your comfort streamers :)

Ao3 Link

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[TommyInnit is Live]

You clicked on the notification from Twitch so fast you thought you broke your mouse. It was 4 pm in your hometown of Elkhart (1), Wisconsin. School had ended a few weeks before for the kids, including for you; your Junior year. You were to be a Senior next year, your last year of high school. Most everyone was outside enjoying the weather of mid-June, the warm sun lighting the fields where kids played and adults watched or played along. It seemed like everyone was outside enjoying the sun. Except you.

You were in your room, watching a live video from one of your comfort streamers; TommyInnit. The 17-year-old British blonde from the UK. Like most, you never had any bad days when you watched his streams. Whenever you did have a bad day, it seemed like one of your comfort streamers knew and hit that "Go live" button. 

Tommy was playing Minecraft with a couple of his friends - a couple of your comfort streamers - WilburSoot and Tubbo. They had just started a new survival world, to see who could speed run the quickest. 

The chat on the side of the screen exploded with their answers. A lot said Tommy, others said Tubbo, and a fair amount said, Wilbur. You thought they were all very good at the game but considered it was down to either Wilbur or Tommy. Wilbur was the calmest about it, being quick but also taking his time. Tommy was a ball of chaotic fury; trying to be quick but stressing about beating the game.

"Wha- How the fok does Will already have diamonds?" Tommy screamed, trying to get his character to mine the iron in front of him. You smiled at the screen as he joined Wilbur's voice channel to yell at him.

"Well, Tommy. You just- you just gotta get good at the game." Wilbur's voice said through Discord. 

Tommy leaned back, his mic quieting the sound of him groaning in annoyance, "Ughh, fok off, you little- you know what?". He left Wilbur's voice channel and went to Tubbo's. 

"Tommy?" Tubbo's small voice echoed through the channel.

"I say we team up against Will." Tommy started, making his character jump out of the cave and mine more spruce wood from the mountain he was on, "Look- he's already got diamonds m'kay, let's work together." 

It took a second to hear Tubbo's reply. "...okay?"

"Great. Do you have any iron?"

As they all continued to play, you left to use the bathroom and grab snacks. On your way down the stairs, you rubbed the warm back of your black and white kitten (2) that was sitting on the windowsill. Once out of the bathroom, you check the kitchen cupboards for any snacks.

You found a bag full of fruit candies, caramel suckers, and some off-brand chocolate bars. They were technically your fathers, but he wouldn't notice if some were gone. You grabbed a handful of each and a can of Coca-Cola that was in the fridge. You then ran back, your kitten following up the stairs. 

Once you were seated, you continued to watch the stream with your kitten purring in your lap. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo were all trying to fight blazes in the Nether. Tommy already had 4 blaze rods, while Tubbo had 1. 

"Tubbo, kill that blaze-" he then screamed in fright as his character caught on fire, "Foook! There's one behind. Dammit Tubbo." he then laughed as Tubbo also screamed in fright.

You laughed as you turned to your second monitor and loaded up Minecraft. Your computer loaded it up fairly quickly, given that you were also watching the stream that took a ton of internet to watch. Given that, you decide to play CakeWars. As you joined the round, you looked at the stream as all three made it to the end. 

They all teamed up and were trying to fight the endermen and the ender dragon. Your attention was on your own game that you didn’t realize they had killed the ender dragon and were now declaring victory. Tommy took all the credit as Wilbur laughed. Tubbo giggled and then hit Tommy’s in-game character with his own. 

With that, they decided to play servers. More specifically, the same server you were going to play CakeWars in next. You failed to notice when your screen flashed with the red lettering, “Your cake has been eaten.” 

"Dammit!"

Your teammates tried their hardest to stay alive, but unfortunately, the Yellow team was stronger with their armor and weapons. As you tried to run away, one threw an ender pearl and teleported in front of you.

Using your iron sword, you tried to defend yourself, but their diamond enchanted sword dealt more damage to your leather and iron armor; you died after a couple of hits. You groaned in frustration as you quickly hit "new game". Your kitten got up and sat by your monitor, staring at the loading screen before you pushed him toward his bed.

"Hopefully my teammates are better next round." 

You joined a new game, too focused on that to see that you were on the same server as Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo. The game started saying that you were part of the blue team. You looked over at your teammates and read their names. It took you a second until you recognized Tommy's skin and the name "TommyInnit" over his head. "Oh, my god." You looked at your other monitor and saw that Tommy was looking at your character (3). 

"Hello, [Your Username]." His character punched toward you and crouched a couple of times. 

"Hi!" Tubbo's character punched toward you too. 

You crouched back, punching at all three. Wilbur nodded up and down, crouching all the same. You typed into the in-game chat and typed only to your team. "I'm honestly kinda freaking out right now, ngl."

Tommy read it out loud before laughing, "Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of. I see you're a woman- you all know how much I love women." 

You heard Wilbur sigh and Tubbo laughed from the stream as you replied with, "Yes, Tommy, we know how much you love women XD."

He read it out loud and laughed, "I like this one. Hey, [Your Username], do you have a discord?"

Your hands began to shake and get clammy as you read it over a couple of times. As you collected your bricks to upgrade, you typed, "We win and I'll give it to you."

Tommy ran over to the villager selling things for bricks as he read it, "Okay, guys, we need to win. If we do, I'll talk to a girl!" 

That made you laugh, as you covered your cake with endstone and blue wool. The chat on the side of the screen exploded with "Women POG", "TommyInnit talks to a woman???", and - your personal favorite - "Tommy simps over a probably 6-year-old". You laugh out loud as a dono pops up, talking in a robotic voice. 

"Tommy, that could possibly be a young girl. Maybe you shouldn't hit on her?" 

Tommy stumbled over his words as Wilbur and Tubbo laughed and agreed. To save him, you type, "Don't worry chat, I'm 17, thanks for looking out for me though X'D". 

As the game progressed, your team had two emerald points, endstone, obsidian, and blue wool covering your cake, and all members decked in diamond armor and a diamond sword. The other three teams were fighting each other as your team collected and planned your attack. Tommy and Wilbur were going to attack the middle point while you and Tubbo guarded your cake. 

They set off as you and Tubbo collected the bricks and emeralds beside your cake. The two of you just crouched and punched at one another until they came back. Tubbo continued to laugh on stream and Tommy questioned what was going on.

"Me and [Your Username] are just crouching at one another," Tubbo responded, laughing as you jumped and punched at him. 

As you leaned back and closed your eyes laughing, you heard footsteps in your headset and quickly grabbed your mouse. A red member in full leather and an iron sword was running toward your cake. You appeared in front of him as Tubbo finally realized and screamed quietly. In a couple of hits, he died, barely taking away three of your hearts.  

"Tubbo? Tubbo, what happened?" Tommy asked, panic in his voice. 

"There was a red team member attacking our cake. But [Your Username] attacked 'em." Tubbo explained as they got back to their island.

Wilbur came up and jumped in your face, punching at you, "Good job, [Your Username]"

"Thanks." You typed, then another message, "I have a feeling we're gonna win this, but I don't wanna jinx."

You heard Wilbur laugh, "Don't worry. Let's just let the other teams fight and then join later." 

"Yeah, we can sweep up what's left of them!" Tubbo agreed. 

You nodded in-game, collecting the nether stars below you. As soon as you reached 10, you upgraded your resources. You also wanted to get protection but then the green team had taken the middle point. 

"Here you go [Your Username]" You heard Tubbo say through the stream. You crouch in response as a cluster of nether stars were thrown at you. 

Soon after, Wilbur and Tommy did as well. "Let's be honest, [Your Username] is more responsible - other than me, of course," Tommy said.

"Then why don't you take them?" You typed into game chat, challenging the blonde.

The other two laughed as Tommy stood in front of you crouching, "Okay, fine. Given 'em back bitch." 

"Because you called me a b****, I'mma keep them." You said, walking over to your ender chest and putting them inside. You looked at Tommy and crouched once before covering your cake with more wool. 

"Way to go, Tommy, you made her mad," Wilbur said, crouching, having his back to you. 

You laughed once more, falling back into your seat before typing, "I'm not mad, just playing." You retrieved all 12 of the nether stars and upgraded your protection twice. 

As you turned around, you saw a green member - decked in diamond armor - bridging toward your island. You race to the edge and crouch, punching in their direction. They looked up and punched at you, as three more green members also in diamond armor appeared behind him. 

Tubbo alerted the other two and they all crouched at the edge, sword in hand. You clicked on your bow and shot an arrow at the first player. The ringing of a hit echoed through your headset as one got hit back. 

The one you hit looked back up before his teammates switched to ender pearls. You back up, guarding your cake as you watch the green eye fly through the air. 

You ignored the screams of the others on stream as you focused on one green member. They turned as you hit them a couple of times in the back. As they took off around your island, you ate a golden apple and chased after them, cutting them off and landing another blow. 

They turned and tried to hit you, but didn't realize how close they were to the edge and fell. You turned your head to see your teammates fighting off the rest of them. Tubbo was losing a fight by a player who was continuously eating apples. You ran over to him and hit him. Distracted, he tried to fight you but Tubbo's blade had killed him. 

"Thanks [Your Username]!" You heard Tubbo say as Tommy stopped screaming. The rest of green had fled or died. Wilbur had said nothing during that all while Tommy's mouth never seemed to shut. But you've been watching Tommy for so long, it didn't bother you; if anything, it made you laugh as you fought. 

Wilbur's voice echoed through the stream, "Everyone good?" 

Tubbo and Tommy said "Yes", while you nodded in-game. Your cake was never harmed, so you didn't need to rebuild. All your teammates were fine, other than Tubbo was missing more than half of his hearts. 

You all collected emeralds that were still popping out from the ground. Everyone was stocking up on ender pearls and golden apples, roughly a stack of blue wool and arrows. As you closed out of the menu, you heard the sound of breaking blocks as the game said, "Everyone's cake has been eaten." 

Tommy gathered you all around and said some "inspiring" words, "It's just 3 Red, 2 Green, 2 Yellow, and us left. We are the largest, therefore, we should be able to win this. Besides, we are probably the best PVP-ers in the whole match." 

"Don't get too cocky, Tommy." You typed to them, crouching and uncrouching once. 

Tommy laughed and then shrugged on camera, "Well, he's always cocky." Wilbur’s response came through. 

"Hey, you fooking- never mind. Let's attack yellow, they're closest." Tommy said, before turning back to you and Tubbo.

You nod as he led the three of you down the one-block road and to the middle point. One yellow member in iron armor was trying to capture the point from red but panicked when they saw you coming. You ender pearled in front of them and started your attack. They got distracted with you that they couldn't fight off Wilbur from behind. 

"Let's goooo!" Wilbur yelled, running down the three-block path to Yellow's island. The last person panicked when they saw the charging diamond armor and tried to ender pearl away. But the ender pearl hit the side of an island and they fell to their death. 

"Now I feel bad." You quickly typed into game chat. 

"Nah, there's nothing to feel bad about, it happens," Tommy responded to your message. "Now, let's attack Green." 

The four of you charged forward as Red and Green were fighting. Tubbo yelled out and you all stopped. "Let's wait to see how this plays out." He said as you agreed. 

For the next few minutes, you watched as the red team shot at Green as they tried to bridge across. You kept looking around, always cautious if another player tried to scare you. 

A green player got knocked off their bridge and the other was attacked by a red who threw an ender pearl. "Okay, [Your Username], shoot at them to get their attention. You guys ready?" 

Once everyone said they were, you looked down and started building up while crouching. As soon as you got about 8 blocks high, you selected your bow and aimed at the nearest red. You heard the ringing of the bell as the arrow hit them. They all turned to look at you as you started to dig down. An arrow whizzed past your ear as another hit you, making your character fall 6 blocks. 

Your teammates all stood in front of you as the red team came charging. Eating one of your many golden apples, you started to regain health. 

Wilbur fought one Red member with an enchanted diamond sword and enchanted diamond armor. Tommy attacked one member in full enchanted diamond armor and sword, who was building up, which reminded you of Fortnite building. Tubbo and you attacked the last one you was full enchanted diamond armor and sword. Your team had protection 2, but no sharpness on your swords. 

All the sounds around you were swords swinging, characters jumping back from being hit, and Tommy's screaming coming from the stream. You hit the Red member repeatedly, while Tubbo stood back to heal. 

You were down to about 6 hearts, your armor protecting most of your body. Trying to get away quickly, you started to build up; you were dangerously close to the edge. Making sure your character was okay, you started to shoot arrows from above. 

However, you didn't see the Red member who was fighting Tommy ender pearl up and shoot an arrow at you. "[Your Username]! Look out!" Tommy yelled as you were hit. 

Your character fell off the pillar and down toward the abyss. Having only a second to react, you quickly hit your ender pearls and threw one at the pillar. It connected and you teleported. You quickly placed a block underneath you, surviving with 3 hearts. 

"Ohhh! Oh my god!" You screamed as you ate two golden apples. "Holy shit!" 

As you hit 8 hearts, you joined the battle. Tommy was on 2 hearts and was being chased. You ender pearled behind him and attacked the Red member. Tommy must have had gotten him low because you hit him with two swings and he was dead. Tommy stopped running and saw you. "You're alive??" He seemed shocked. 

You crouched a couple of times, nodding. "You gotta tell me how later."

You nod once and turn to help your friends. As you returned with Tommy behind you, you saw that Wilbur was fighting one off and the other had just knocked Tubbo off the edge. You heard him scream as he fell. 

The red member saw you and quickly ate a golden apple as you charged him. You managed to hit him a couple of times in a row and his character got punched off the edge. At the same time, Wilbur had just killed the last Red member. 

You heard the "Let's goooo!" from the stream and jumped up and down. 

You quickly pulled up discord and got your information before pulling up Instagram on your phone. You found Tommy and opened a chat, sending him your discord. All you had to do was wait for him to open it. 

You also added next to the link, "Wait till after stream." 

As a new game was 20 seconds from starting, you realized that Tommy was talking to you. He wanted you to join another game with them. Of course, you agreed and you all selected the green team.

A couple of hours went past and it was getting later and later. The sky outside darkened and you heard your parents coming home from work. You were an only child, so no siblings were trashing the house with their stuff. 

Your kitten kept sitting in front of your screen, watching the particles in-game. You accidentally let the yellow team eat your cake and then died trying to defend it. Wilbur has just died as Tommy and Tubbo ran for their lives. 

But unfortunately, they had to succumb to defeat and Tommy had to end the stream. As he said his goodbyes to chat, you closed out of the stream and stared at your phone. You waited for it to go off, but it didn't. Not until then minutes after. 

When it eventually did, you were on your PC playing Overwatch. The match had just ended, so you checked. It was a discord text from TommyInnit.

You calmed your inner panic before opening your phone. You accepted his buddy request with no hesitation. Another message went off and it had one single word. "Call?" 

At that very moment, you heard your mother shout out to you. You turned back to your phone before responding with, "Yeah, sure, just give me a minute."

Your mother wanted you to eat dinner; which was macaroni and cheese with chicken nuggets (4). You took a plate to your room and set it down on your desk, watching your cat. He seemed to ignore you but you knew he was waiting for a moment when you're not looking. 

You opened your phone and typed in your chat that you were back. Almost a second after you sent it, you were getting a call from Tommy. You accepted the call and said, "Hello?"

"Okay, well, hi- sorry, I really want to ask. How the fuck did you pull off that bow and arrow kill earlier?" You heard his voice on the other end. He seemed nervous but also knew exactly what he wanted to say.

You laughed, "Well, I've always been good at archery. On video games, of course, not so much in real life." 

"Hm, archery. That should be my next vlog- but anyway! How did you survive that first round? I saw you fall. Was it lag?" 

"Nope, I had ender pearls. I just used one quickly. To be honest, I was as surprised as you were. I was not expecting it to work." You responded as you picked up your cat who was trying to sneak over to your food. 

As the two of you talked, a smile never left your face. You two laughed like you were old friends greeting each other for the first time in years. You kept battling your kitten, which entertained Tommy. You talked until it was 9 pm in America. You previously found out from school that it was a 5-hour difference between the US and Great Britain.

"Wait, wait, wait, Tommy? Isn't it like 2 in the morning for you right now?" You asked after he hummed. 

"Uhh, no- wait, yeah, yep, yep, it is. That explains why I'm so tired-" he started laughing which in turn, made you laugh. 

"Ugghh, I should probably go to bed." He yawned midway through his sentence. 

You nodded, although he couldn't see you, "Yeah, you yawning is making me tired." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, well, it was nice meeting you [Your Name], and um, maybe we can play sometime soon." You heard him say.

"Yeah, it would be fun.” You said, “I would love to play some more sometime. I’m sure you can find time in that “Busy schedule” of yours.” 

You heard Tommy laugh from the other end, “Well, I mean, I’m not that busy. But we’ll see. Don’t tell anyone, but more vlogs are coming soon, so, I’m pretty busy this week.” 

“Alright, I won’t keep you up too late. Goodbye Tommy, it was nice meeting you.” You said. 

“Yep, you too. Goodnight!-” he ended the call as he dragged out the last of his sentence. You leaned back in your chair and looked at the ceiling, a smile on your face. That day was one of your best days.

You were definitely looking forward to the next match you would play with TommyInnit.

[rataltouille]

BONFIRE, BONFIRE!: A COLLECTION OF FLASH FICTION + POETRY

so i’ve decided to compile all twenty [these will be split into two so that the post isn’t super long] of the writing pieces i’ve done for my random celebration into one post so that it’s easier to read / access share!! you can also find it here, all put into one work, on wattpad, because i feel nostalgic about that website and decided to just post it!!

NOTE: i know that this shouldn't need to be said, but these 20 pieces belong to me so please don’t copy/repurpose it for your writing!! i plan on using these somewhere in my own writing and either way they’re stuff i’ve written so don’t use them!!

1. cooking + destructive + purple from @andiwriteunderthemoon [also i kind of cheated with this prompt and asked my sis @dreamscanbenightmarestoo for ideas and so the base idea’s from her!!]

I didn’t mean to set my house on fire, alright?

Let me set the scene: I’m sitting in my room, watching the infomercials that blur together, and suddenly there’s a bright purple flash on the glitching screen: /grapes/. They’re shiny, plump, and oh? A recipe for fine wine? Don’t mind if I do. So I pop into my kitchen and cut the grapes, dice them up, finally using the knife after years of not cooking— /mother, are you proud of me now?/— and stick the soft, luminescent fluid into a glass bottle. Following each step of the recipe.

The recipe didn’t mention an explosion.

Destruction rained around my house like a meteor shower. The bubbles from the fluid, frisking up at contact with metal, swam across my shoes and into the living room. It touched the TV, which still flashed the recipe, which I was still cursing at. And then, you know, it burnt up. The couch scorched first, I think. So that was fun. I later realised that I’d used my reserve of petroleum, which I’d put in my kitchen cabinet, instead of vinegar. I think I’ve got to move back in with my mother again.

2. running + quiet + sky blue from @kryskakikomi [i have no idea what this is i drafted this in a fever dream state]

Summer crawled up his skin like a worm. He was seated at his dining table, crosswording his way through the sticky morning, when it struck him that the humidity was new. He’d been caught in summer before, of course, but this year was different. His parents had whisked away to their hometown, and he still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to go. He loved their home— he could have been running on beach sand and waves could have cruised over his feet, and his face would reflect sky blue under palm trees. Instead he sat doodling and scratching at cement walls in a quiet that nagged at his ears, grappling his flesh like a fishing hook, reeling him in. Boredom, him sister told him, before she also left for someone’s home. What would you know? he whispered once the door latched from the outside. Maybe /she’d/ like to sit on the same wooden chair, all the pink paint worn out, and scratch out squares of empty text until the pen poked through the other hand. He scoffed. At least he knew the number of scars on the wood; he could hold that over her when his parents returned.

3. hallucinate + hazy + violet from @chloeswords [i wanted to write something dreamy and ethereal but everytime i look at your url i’m reminded of church mud and indirectly my religious trauma so here we are 🤡]

We hold the book in our arms and chant for God. We don’t know what he looks like. They say that he’s sharp, never pixelating or blurring or showing through, like a hazy image would. No, children, our family says, he will come clothed in gold and velvet— the colour a deep and rich crimson, or chartreuse. And of course, he weaves a violet into his hair. Because he is just that humble. Just that gentle. Loving.

We’ve almost understood now. Pray, clasp our palms together into a transient equinox, and pray. Maybe he will shine down on us. Maybe we will speak so loud and chant so long that our lips will chap. Maybe we’ll simply hallucinate him to salve our bones. Our family says, he will bless you. And so he will.

4. halcyon + pluviophile + beige from anon [i was yearning for cats i am a cat person i love cats]

I remember my life before I moved to London,

Those halcyon days that I spent scooping up cat litter and brushing warm fur,

Being a mother to beige and white and black little felines.

They keep better company than humans.

Now I’m a self-proclaimed businesswoman, artist, influencer, pluviophile,

Even when I’ve barely stepped foot outside during the rain,

[But it needs to be said that when it rains in London, it pours].

I think I’d like to open a cat cafe;

I’m rich enough to pull it off.

5. sing + vulnerable + olive green from @occiidens [this was actually super fun to write because it’s a break from the typically unhinged stories i gravitate towards]

You watch from the highest hill of your town, hand wrapped around the serrated wood of a red oak tree. The bark pokes into your flesh, drawing blood that shouldn’t have been taken from you. You scowl. Just another thing that lives to cause you pain.

Three storeys down is a young man, short and smiling and lovely. He has dark skin and darker hair, walking with the stride of a deer, and he’s smiling; the joy reflects onto your face, even though you can’t hear him. He wears a cotton shirt, the olive green stark against the fire-blue sky. You call out, sing his name, three times in a row.

When he finally looks up, squinting as you silhouette under the sun, the smile widens. A wave. You’re suddenly overcome with embarrassment. Your palm digs into the bark until the wound is freshly dug again, the skin supple and vulnerable. You want to wave, but your hands would look so awkward, and the blood wouldn't help. So you turn on your heel and run— why are you so awkward?— and the grass around you is brighter. This is now a tomorrow issue, you conclude. You’re still smiling.

6. dislocate + ostentatious + blood red from @oasis-of-you [this got really unhinged really fast. TW: body horror]

If you take a turn at Finn Avenue,

Rogue your way down a blood red river,

[It’s not actual blood, do not worry. The colour’s a pigment and it’s saturated enough to give you the texture, the touch, the taste of blood, but I repeat, it isn’t true blood. You might think that it’s ostentatious of us to make you cross a river like that, but you’ll understand why.]

And if can stick your fingers inside the fluid,

You’ll find a bone.

Don’t pull it out fully! Only observe.

[This is a real bone, most likely animal. We may be ominous, but we don’t hurt humans. Not yet.]

So what do you do now? You want passage into a better world.

You came here because you saw the brochure, the flyer,

Radiant Idyll, home for love, but you also saw the jutting anatomy that leads to the city. The pictures were rather clear.

Why do you look so surprised? We’ve put this on the brochure— don’t you ever read the fine print?— to avoid this exact situation. That you would cross a body, a skeleton, pooled over in a fluid that we don’t name, but it’s probably alive.

It’s watching you right now.

So what do you do now?

Hurry up, unhinge your arm, dislocate the elbow, drop it into the blood, forgive me, false blood, and pay for your passage.

Oh! Excellent; that’s record time. We do hope you enjoy your stay!

1. @noteaboy [i’ve interpreted your url as ”note, a boy”]

There’s an orange tree. It’s spring, and there’s an orange tree, and it brims with fruit and citrus perfume. Point your lens flare downwards, and note, a boy. A young man, perhaps, because he combs his hair, uptight and firm, and he wears a tie. A long suit. He doesn’t look up, because his hand holds a book. /He/ holds the book, not the hands— tenderness doesn’t translate through anatomy, I’ve taught you this before. He’s waiting for someone. There’s only the rustle of leaves. He drops the book onto the lap of the tree, crushing the apple that had fallen down. Orange, not apple. Take note better. You only have one chance to get this right.

2. @eatingjupiter [your url is so beautiful omg]

The goddess had said this before she died: you need to watch over him. He needs your sentry to survive. The goddess’ words weren’t heeded. Little baby Jupiter tottered on lava as him parents small-talked with their kingdom. Well, it must have been small talk, because nothing seemed to happen afterwards other than his mother’s face collapsing in agony, anger, annoyance. He knew not to touch them then. He’d fly off into the sun one day, but if his hands were but and charred, he wouldn’t survive even a third of the journey.

The prophecy was simple: the firstborn to the kingdom will metamorph into a celestial, purify themselves so that only stardust remains. Live in the sky forever. The astrologers were baffled; you don’t just become a star. They should have heeded the goddess.

Jupiter was sixteen when he expanded and collapsed all at once. He still lives, they say, and the astrologers /were/ right, in a way: people just don’t become stars. They become almost empty space. Nobody knows if his hands were burnt when they left earth’s orbit forever.

3. @laughtracksonata [your name gave me slight horror vibes idk why!!]

Hahaha. The Horror Movie (don’t ask me for a name, I’m not good with those), with its cymbal crashing and plastic sounds, it’s so loud and scary that it hurts, father. Please turn it off.

Father doesn't listen. I shiver on the couch. The screen flickers like radio static and reflects off our wide eyes. What kind of a home is this anyway? I don’t want to fucking listen to a laugh track or a horror VHS tape or watch the bass crescendo as the serial killer jumpscares the watcher. I don’t think that having hour pupils glued to the same blood-splattered movie, with the same recording looping in his eardrums will help him. He laughs along, sometimes. It’s scary. Father needs a new hobby.

PART TWO COMING SOON!!

anyway this got REALLY long so i’m posting the third prompt group, the one based on songs, as a second part in some time. i hope you enjoy this, and PLEASE do boost!! i spent a lot of time writing these pieces and am pretty proud of them :’)

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[holylulusworld]

Stronghold (3)

Summary: Two years after the people returned from the blip you find yourself searching for your purpose in life.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader, former Sean x Reader

Characters: Ofc’s

Warnings: angst, isolation, comforting, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cuddling & snuggling, lumberjack vibes, language, jealousy, mentions of blowjob/protected sex, breeding kink, wish for child

Words: 2,9 k+

<< Part 2

Solitude masterlist

“Steve,” you fist the sheets, try to grab anything to hold tight onto whilst the man behind you has a grand time taking you apart. “Oh-god, Captain!” you cry out, falling exhausted onto the bed.

“Look at you,” Steve purrs, watching his seed run down your thighs, a smirk on his lips. “You know, we could have used a condom. I got one left.”

“Damn, we used like thirty condoms in not three weeks. I bet that’s a record,” you exclaim, giggling into the cushions. “I never thought I would say so, but I need a break or you’ll break me with your dick.”

“Break,” he is covering your body with his larger frame, to press his face into the crook of your neck. “I’ll grant you a break, doll.”

“The snow, it melts slowly, and I thought we could talk about me staying here. I mean, are you sure you want me to stay? We barely know each other,” Steve chuckles, nibbling along your shoulder.

“We know each other very well, Y/N,” you groan, pressing your ass against his crotch. “I didn’t mean our bodies, Steve. Do not distract me, Rogers.”

“I just need to know if you are mad that I lied about the snow to keep you here,” Steve murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “I want you to stay, but not pressure you.”

“I could’ve left anytime, Steve. I just need to know if you would’ve let me go,” gasping Steve rolls you onto your back, nodding eagerly. “Of course, doll. I would never keep you here if you want to go.”

“I don’t want to leave, Steve but free will is important to me. I didn’t believe you wanted to keep me hostage, even though, you’re a damn sexy kidnapper,” you wiggle your eyebrows, licking your lips. “How about we talk after a hot shower, breakfast and you telling me how the heck you are hard again.”

“Perks of the serum, Y/N,” grinning cheekily Steve looks at your glistening sex, groaning silently. “If not for the break, I’d devour you again…”

“Fuck the break, Stevie,” you grasp for Steve’s shoulders, looking down your body to watch his rigid cock take you apart all over again. “I love how you fuck me.”

“Jesus, doll. We are going to be sore the whole day if we don’t stop doing it,” laughing at Steve’s words you wrap your arms around his neck, pecking his lips with every thrust. “But I’ll risk it with pleasure.

“God, I’ll never leave your bed, shower, or this cabin again. Not with the way you claim my body,” Steve groans at your words, digging his fingers deeper into your ass to speed up. “Holy fuck!” Another high spread through your body enlights all nerves until you go limp in Steve’s arms.

You fall against his chest, whimpering when his warmth fills you. “I don’t even care if you knocked me up, Steve. I don’t know why, but I feel like I belong.”

“Same, Y/N. I mean, no other girl made me sore down there,” Steve grins, pecking your forehead. “I suggest we have a break until tonight or we will not be able to sit properly.”

“Worth it, Steve. Totally worth it,” exhausted you just rest your body against Steve’s chest, sighing dreamily. “Love you, my sexy lumberjack.”

Steve's heart jumps in his chest, almost bursts open when you sleepily mumble the words he hoped to hear. “Love you too, Y/N. I know this is sudden, but I feel a connection to you I never felt before.”

“My sexy lumberjack is mine,” you smirk, lifting your head to meet Steve’s eyes. “I am like a plague or foot fungus, hard to get rid of.”

Steve laughs, even shakes his head at your words, not wanting to ever get rid of you. “How about we get dressed, have breakfast, and check if it’s safe to drive today.”

“Sounds like a plan, Captain. Do you have any safety instructions?” giggling you hide your face in Steve’s neck, kissing the mark you left softly. “I mean, I never traveled with a hero and the savior of the world before.”

“Just stay close to me, look pretty, and don’t make me devour you again for a few hours, even I feel sore,” you snort at Steve’s words, letting him carefully pull out. “I am afraid we have to shower again to get my dirty girl clean.”

“Naughty, lumberjack Rogers,” you tease, biting his neck again. “Now clean the mess you made down there. I can’t travel with Captain America while his cum dries on my thighs.

“Doll, stop talking like that. I can’t guarantee I will not break you,” Steve presses you against the cool tile wall, holding you there. “I can still take you apart.”

“Later, Captain…”

“Did I ever tell you that you look like a domestic dream while making breakfast for me,” you peck Steve’s cheek, glancing at the eggs he made. “Such a great catch. Good looking, smart, strong, a good cook and we do not want to talk about your qualities in the bedroom. I guess you’re mine, no discussion,” you swoon, preparing the plates. “I…I feel good with you Steve.”

“I feel good with you too, and I do not mean the physical part,” smirking Steve watches you steal a slice of bacon. “We match in the bedroom too, but I love how you accept me, my decision to give up being Captain America and that you let me read you a book every night.”

“I love curling in your lap and listen to your deep voice lulling me into sleep. No one gave me the feeling of being save before,” you round the kitchen counter to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. “I don’t want to leave our stronghold.”

“Doll, we have to leave one day or another. I want to buy more supplies, especially condoms,” hiding your face into his flannel you giggle. “I mean, I could just get you pregnant but I don’t know if we are ready for tiny lumberjacks running around the cabin.”

“I can get a new shot, Steve. I kinda like to feel you fill me up,” Steve groans, smirking when you let your hands wander over his chest, down to his abs. “I like it when you mark me.”

“I like it too, doll. Now eat, and we can get dressed to drive to your storage room. We will have to make a list. Spring is close, but sometimes even during spring the snow comes back, and we are snowed in again.”

“Ready?” Steve can see the hesitation in your eyes. Somehow you believe you will not return to the cabin if you leave it now. “We will drive to your storage room, your doctors’ practice and later, we’ll get everything we need.”

“I don’t want to go,” whining you wrap your arms around Steve, pressing your face into his wide chest. “Promise me to bring me back here, Steve.”

“Promised, Y/N. I’ll bring you back here and no one can stop me,” Steve pecks your lips, running his hands up and down your arms to calm you. “Now take a deep breath and we go to my car. Maybe we see your friend the wolf.”

“No! That asshole can stay away!” You grunt, following Steve outside of the cabin. He locks the cabin with remote control, giving you a wink.

“Stark technology. No one gets inside when I am away so,” he smirks, cupping your face, “your friend the wolf can’t wait for you on my bed.”

“Awe, what a pity, Steve. I wanted to have a party with Wolvie later,” taking Steve’s offered hand you walk toward his SUV. “You know, I never thought I’d return to my hometown with Captain America.”

“All done,” you sigh, rubbing your upper arm. “I got a shot and my doctor will send my file to the doctor I found. She has her practice not far away from the cabin in town.”

“What’s next,” looking at the list he made Steve crosses your doctors’ practice out. “We got your shot; I bought more books at this nice shop. Anything else you want to do except for getting your things from the storage room?”

“We could have a break. Over there is a nice café,” your stomach rumbles, and Steve snickers, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Let’s have a snack and we can take care of the storage room later.”

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” Steve smiles at your words, not giving away he loves when you call him your boyfriend. “Always taking care of your girl.”

“Always, doll.”

“I’ll have a slice of your cherry pie and one of the cupcakes with strawberry flavor. My boyfriend wants a slice of apple pie, whipped cream, and the blueberry muffin,” you order and Steve smirks.

“What if I do not like apple pie, Y/N?”

You slide your fingers over the hand he placed onto the table, meeting his gaze. “I know you like it, Stevie. I could bake you one too.”

“Hmm, doll. I guess this means I can never let you out of my clutches. You belong with me,” Steve leans toward you to kiss your lips softly. “Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Steve,” you run your fingers through his hair, smiling as he closes his eyes to enjoy your touch.

“Y/N?” A voice you thought you would never hear again let your body go stiff. “I knew it’s you when you walked into the café. You never could resist Milly’s pie,” Sean coos.

“Who’s that?” Steve ask already knowing who ruined your romantic moment, you showed him one of the few pictures on your phone.

“I am Sean Morton, Y/N’s husband,” Steve gets up to intimidate tower over your ex-husband. Sean’s eyes widen, and his hand hurts when Steve takes it to squeeze it a bit too hard.

“Ex-husband,” you pipe. “We signed the papers, Sean.”

“Right,” panting Sean presses his hand to his chest, whining as the pain will not subside. “How have you been, Y/N? The last thing I heard was that you wanted to go on a trip. Seems like you found yourself a lumberjack to keep you warm.”

Now Steve takes off his sunglasses and the base cap. He can see the change in Sean’s posture. Your ex-husband’s shoulders slump, his jaw goes slack, and he gasps audibly.

“How impolite of me, Sean. I am Steve, Steve Rogers, Y/N’s boyfriend, and the man taking her on the trip. It was a great adventure,” Steve lies, and you smile up at him, nodding eagerly.

“There was a wolf, Sean. Can you believe that wild beast ran off only as he got a glimpse of my tall boyfriend? He didn’t even need his strength,” you smirk when Sean’s girlfriend, the woman you found in your bed steps toward your table.

“Steve, baby,” you get up from your chair, moving your arm around Steve’s waist. “This is the woman I told you about. The one I found in my bed,” you smile sweetly, loving the way her face falls.

“Well, I have to thank you, Sean,” your ex-husband tries to swallow the lump in his throat watching Steve, wrap one strong arm around you, “without your infidelity there was no chance for me to find the love of my life,” Steve narrows his eyes, silently warning Sean to retreat and leave you alone.

“Yeah-uh, erm,” stammering Sean nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “I just came over to say ‘hi’, that’s all. Have a great day and enjoy the pie.” Steve smirks hearing the woman ask if you are with Captain America.

“Well, that was unpleasant,” you lean your head against Steve’s shoulder whilst he drives toward the storage room. “But it was freeing too. I am glad he saw that I moved on with a better man.”

“I wish you never experienced such betrayal,” Steve parks the car, smiling when you look up at him. “Steve, I am not sorry as I met you this way.”

“Let’s get your things and drive back home,” home, the word makes you feel warm.While you watch Steve get out of his SUV you smile again, when he opens the door to the passenger seat, holding out his hand.

“Always the gentleman, Mr. Rogers,” you smirk, placing your hand into Steve.

“A nice collection of books”, Steve hums, carrying the last box toward the car.

“Such a pleasure watching you carry heavy things,” you giggle when Steve slaps your ass playfully.

“Captain Rogers,” biting your lower lip you watch Steve bend down to cup your face. He’s pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “You naughty man.”

“Only for you, doll.”

“We've got everything inside,” you fall onto the couch, groaning. “That guy looked at us as if we want to rob the store.” Steve strips his plaid of, and you whimper watching his muscles flex.

“We bought their whole stock of condoms, doll. What did you expect to happen?” Steve grins, it’s a dirty grin and you feel your core ache for him once again. “Not now, kitten,” he purrs, and you crawl toward Steve, watching him with doe eyes and parted lips.

“You know, we could test those condoms,” you snicker, pointing toward the bag filled with condoms, lube, and other things to pass the time the best way possible. “Cherry taste, Stevie. I could enjoy the taste and your cock on my tongue.”

“Holy,” Steve groans, not wanting to give in again. “We need to sort the supplies, find a place to store your clothes, memorabilia, and everything else.”

“Later,” you try, batting your eyelashes. “I want to taste your dick with those condoms, Steve.” You can see the struggle on your boyfriend’s face but this time he stays adamant.

“I’ll give you all you want later, doll. Now let’s unload the boxes, let me drive the car into the garage,” disappointed you get up from the couch, standing on tiptoes to peck Steve’s lips.

“Look, the first snowdrops grow behind the cabin,” carefully placing the vulnerable flowers into a glass Steve hands you the snowdrops. Your heart flutters watching this strong, tall, and deadly man carefully carrying the tiny flowers.

“I bet you would make a great dad,” blurring out what was on your mind for days you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. “I mean-erm,” embarrassed you glance at the flowers in Steve’s hands.

“Y/N, do you have baby or cabin fever?” Steve smirks, stepping closer to lift your chin with his index finger. “I’d like to make you a mother, doll. Just say the word,” you grasp for his shirt, fisting it tightly.

“I didn’t get the shot, no birth control,” whining you look up at Steve. “I turned thirty last year and wanted a baby for so long. With Sean gone for five years, all I could do was yearning and now I want it so bad.”

You find yourself on the table, clothes in shreds only moments later. Steve ignores he’s still sore, just like you when he slides into you.

“Stevie,” you arch your back, watching him spread your legs wide to watch his cock disappear inside your body. Braced on your elbows you nod eagerly, following Steve’s eyes to watch his cock push in and pull out, push in and pull out.

“I am going to put a baby inside of this belly right now,” he purrs, cupping the back of your neck to force you to look into his eyes at the very moment he starts to rock his hips slowly. “There’s no way you will not be full of my child.”

“Steve, I love your way to do dirty talk,” you laugh, looking up at Steve. You get lost in his ocean blue eyes whilst you grip the hand on your hip. “Give me a baby.”

“All you want, doll. Shit,” you wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your body, meeting every thrust. “I want you to stay here, be mine and never look back.” You can see the adoration in Steve’s eyes and a hint of possessiveness. “Love you, Y/N.”

“I, oh-fuck, love you too,” the coil tightens, unwinds faster than ever before.

You’ve got no clue if it was the encounter with your ex-husband, the way Steve looks at you, or that you are doing it for the first to have a baby but the high rippling through your body makes you cry.

“Did I hurt you?” Concerned Steve watches you sniffle. “Darling? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I just feel so happy, Steve,” you know it’s stupid to cry during sex, but you can’t stop your tears. “Shit, I never cried during sex.”

“Phew, I thought I broke you,” Steve wraps his arms around you, jerking his hips a few more times before you feel his warmth fill you.

Snuggled into Steve’s chest in the old armchair he loves so much, a warm blanket wrapped around your bodies you watch the snowfall. The whole world is a with wonderland again but you only care about the man holding you in his arms.

For the first time, you feel like you belong, you feel like you found your home, your stronghold…

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[holidaywishes]

Turning Page

  Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: Please, please, please do 13. “your love is my turning page / where only the sweetest words remain” (turning page, sleeping at last) from the music prompt list with Freddie Andersen! I love everything that you write about him ! 💕

  Warning: angst, fluff, soft Freddie

  Author’s Note: I wanted to find a GIF of Freddie looking *wistfully* at the reader because that’s the vibe I got from this song upon first listen and this GIF really hit hard. I did a tiny bit of research on this song, as I often do for my fics, to see if it meant something to the songwriter and that’s when I found it was written for Twilight. It’s been like a decade since I’ve watched any of those movies so I had completely forgotten that any song other than Christina Perri’s a thousand years was used for Breaking Down... That being said, I still think this is a beautiful song that led itself quite wonderfully to some fluff. I didn’t want it to be a wedding though and I had to really stop myself for writing it that way and honestly, the angst kind of got away from me in this one, whoops! If you’d like to request a song prompt, for hockey players or characters from your favourite movies/TV shows, send ‘em my way and I will work on them! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Freddie’s P.O.V

  You met (Y/N) when you were 10 years old on her fifth birthday party. She had ribbons in her ponytails that intertwined with her soft hair easily and you laughed at the way she took a bow from one of her gifts to add it to the top of her head with a smile. A smile that permanently etched itself in your brain for years. She was the one who kept the friendship going after that day, saying she was curious about ‘Denmark’s Hockey Family’

  “I don’t know anything about Hockey” she said in her soft, almost squeaky, voice. You chuckled at her insistence but agreed to let her come to a few practices and teach her some things. After ten years, the two of you had become closer than you ever thought you would

  “Would you ever move to the States? Or Canada?” you asked and she scoffed at your question

  “Why?” she asked, adjusting the blanket on her lap while the two of you watched a movie

  “You know I want to go into the NHL...” you stammered, wondering if she’d say you were too old, at 20 years old, to get drafted

  “I know” was all she responded

  “Yeah...” you continued, rolling your eyes when she didn’t say anything more, “well, would you?”

  “Would I what?”

  “(Y/N)...” you laughed, “would you ever move there? like if I got drafted, would yo--”

  “Would I go with you?” she interrupted, finally understanding your point, “would you want me to?”

  “Well... yeah. I mean, if you wanted to. It would just be nice to have someone there... Who knew me, who knows me..” you stammered, keeping your head turned away from hers so you couldn’t see her reaction

  “Of course I’d go with you,” you could hear the smile on her voice, “I love... watching you play” after that, the two of you worked tirelessly to find out when a scout would be in the area but you worried that your time had passed.

  “FREDDIE!” your mom yelled for you as you sat outside

  “Ma?” you called back, rushing into the house to see what was wrong

  “THE DRAFT...” she screamed

  “Mom, calm down,” you smiled, “what about the draft?”

  “YOU GOT DRAFTED!!!!!!!!!!” (Y/N) screamed as she jumped on you, “OH MY GOD FREDDIE!!!” she peeled back to look at you, her arms wrapping around your neck, “YOU DID IT!”

  “Wh-aat?” you laughed, swinging your body around to watch the TV, “where?”

  “Anaheim!” your mom exclaimed and you took a deep breath, still not having set (Y/N) down

  “Well, shi--” you started, before catching your mom’s glare, “I mean... I guess I’m going to California!”

  “We’re so proud of you!” your parents smiled before walking over to you, enveloping you and (Y/N) together in a hug where you caught the scent of vanilla and coconut

  “So...” (Y/N) whispered in your ear, “does the offer still stand?” you leaned back to see her smiling before you nodded in return. Before you knew it, you were packing up your life to get on a plane and head overseas. She lived with you for a while until she couldn’t handle the girls who kept circling in and out of your apartment; the two of you fought, she cried, you tried to fix it but both of you agreed it was better if you had some space between the two of you. You’d hope she would see that you only wanted her and that the other girls were just there to... keep you warm because the timing was never right with (Y/N). When she was single, you were with someone. When you were single, she was with someone. Seeing her happy with someone else made your heart ache so you found people that would help you waste your time and everything was going fine until (Y/N) met someone

  “He’s from Canada,” she said, “Toronto. He’s an architect!”

  “An architect? Wow” you said, a bit in shock

  “Yeah,” she continued, “we’ve actually been seeing each other for a while now but he’s just been flying back and forth and I don’t think that’s fair. He says he doesn’t mind because he likes to see me, he says it’s the best part of his day actually,” her smile lightened her rambling but you still weren’t sure where she was going with this. “Anyway,” she sighed, “he’s asked me to... move there. With him”

  “Oh” you chuckled, thinking she’d said no. She moved to Anaheim with you, for you. She wouldn’t just leave you, would she?

  “And I said I would...” your eyes went wide as the words left her lips before you dropped your head. “It’s not like I’m forgetting about you,” she giggled, “or like I’m leaving you behind. I’ll still talk to you everyday and we’ll call and FaceTime and text and nothing will change”

  “Except you won’t be here” you scoffed, smiling pathetically to yourself before slumping onto the couch

  “I know, Freddie,” she sighed, sitting next to you and rubbing your back soothingly, “but let’s face it, our schedules are so different as it is. We barely see each other, I mean you didn’t even realize I was dating someone”

  “I’ve been busy!” you challenged

  “I know,” she chuckled, “I know, but that’s the point. I came here for you and I’m so happy that you asked me to come with you and I’m so happy that I’ve been here for you”

  “So why leave?” you argued

  “Because I love this guy!” she exclaimed, “and I don’t know how much longer I can wait around for you to come home so we can finally hang out”

  “FINE!” you said out of pure anger, standing up suddenly

  “Freddie, please,” she said quietly, remaining seated as you paced around the room, “I know this isn’t what either of us expected to happen but it did. I’d be stupid not to see this through.”

  “No, you’re right,” you agreed, bitterness on your tone, “but what if we never see each other again?”

  “Of course we’ll see each other again! Freddie our parents are best friends!”

  “I guess, I just mean...”

  “I promise we’ll see each other” she smiled, finally standing up to place her hand on your cheek. You knew she meant it but, as so often happens, time got away from the two of you and space got in the way. That is, until you got traded to the Maple Leafs

  “Looks like I’ll be coming out your way” you texted her as soon as you got the news

  “What do you mean?” she sent back and you assumed she hadn’t seen the announcement

  “I got traded... I’m coming to Toronto!”

  Incoming call from (Y/N)

  “Hey” you greeted

  “YOU’RE COMING HERE!” she exclaimed, screaming through the phone

  “It looks that way!” you smiled to yourself

  “OH MY GOD!!”

  “Alright, alright,” you laughed, “calm down before you break my eardrums!”

  “I’m sorry,” she giggled and you could imagine her bright smile on the other end of the phone, “I’m just so excited to see you”

  “Me too” you confessed

  “I miss you.”

xx

  It seemed like as soon as you moved to Toronto, things with Seth changed. Like the magic somehow disappeared and you two were just ships passing in the night. You two were only together there for about two months before he said he couldn’t do it anymore and you were left to find somewhere to live on your own; staying in hostels until an affordable apartment was available. You were miserable and you hated yourself for leaving the only safe place you had, with Freddie. A year passed and you were getting a little bit more comfortable in your new hometown, finding your own favourite spots and everything, when you got a random text from Freddie

  “Looks like I’ll be coming out your way” he sent and you furrowed your brow

  “What do you mean?”

  “I got traded... I’m coming to Toronto!” he replied and you couldn’t believe it. You had been in such a slump that you hadn’t been focusing on the Hockey world even though you made sure to follow Fred’s games, so you completely missed hearing about this trade. You weren’t sure about how he felt about it because he had made connections in Anaheim and moving to another city, again, was a lot to handle but that didn’t mean you weren’t happy that you would be able to see him again; to be around him and feel him near you.

  “YOU’RE COMING HERE?!” you yelled as soon as he picked up the phone

  “It looks that way!” he replied and you could hear the smirk on his face coming through. Oh how you missed that smirk

  “OH MY GOD!” you yelled once more, bouncing around at the idea of seeing your best friend again

  “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, “calm down before you break my eardrums!”

  “I’m sorry,” you laughed before inhaling calmly, “I’m just so excited to see you”

  “Me too” he said and your heart just about broke. You had always wished he’d say that he felt about you the way that you’d felt about him, that the love you had for him was reciprocated but you’d learned that holding your breath and waiting for him was as worthless a pursuit as ever

  “I miss you” you confessed, hoping he’d say it back but hung your head when he only mumbled something under his breath. You waited patiently for him at the airport, clutching the sign you’d made for him; his name in bold letters covered in glitter that you’d knew would embarrass him. “FREDDIE!!!!” you shouted when you saw him, running to him to jump on him like you did that day in Denmark, dropping your sign in the process

  “HEY!” he exclaimed, dropping his bags to wrap his arms around you, “it’s so good to see you. I’m so happy you’re here!”

  “I can’t believe you’re really here,” you smiled, keeping your legs tightly wrapped around his hips, “I thought I’d never get to hug you again”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he laughed, “and if I do, I’m takin’ you with me”

  “Good”

  “So...” he sighed, putting you down gently and grabbing his bags, “where’s Seth?” His question made you realize you hadn’t told him about the breakup

  “Oh... right. We didn’t last,” you admitted, opening the car door as Freddie chucked his bags in the trunk, “lasted about two weeks.”

  “What?!” he returned as he slammed the trunk

  “Yeah.. he couldn’t deal so we ended things. But it was for the best...” you admitted

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as he got into the passenger seat of your small car

  “I didn’t wanna bother you” you sighed

  “You can always bother me” he confessed and you squeezed his hand with yours before smiling softly at him

  “Thank you” you almost whispered and, just like that, the two of you picked up where you left off. Time went on, he had some bad games, the media tore him apart and you tried to be there for him but he yelled at you or whined that everything was falling apart; you told him to stop being so grumpy but he only growled in return. Everyday, it got a little harder to be with him without actually being with him. You were torturing yourself but you couldn’t stop yourself.

xx

Freddie’s P.O.V

  When Auston suggested you go to Arizona with him while everything was locked down, you asked if (Y/N) wanted to go with you

  “I can’t go with you, Freddie” she laughed

  “Why not?”

  “I wouldn’t want to interrupt... guy time” she joked

  “So you’re just gonna stay here? Alone?” you scoffed

  “Yes,” she admitted, “I have to work anyway. You’ll be back soon enough, I’m sure”

  “Yeah, maybe...” you sighed. Lockdown ended, the qualifiers started, the team didn’t make it through, rumours began to circulate and your relationship with (Y/N) was starting to fray again. You knew you would wait until she was ready, you’d wait a hundred years if you had to, but you needed to at least keep her close -- for fear that she might find another Seth. “Just move in here,” you insisted after finding out her lease was up just before Christmas, “I don’t think you’re gonna find a place during this pandemic”

  “I can’t move in here”

  “And why not?” you chuckled

  “I’ve lived with you before. I can’t really deal with the carousal of girls...”

  “There’s not a carousal of girls” you argued

  “There was in Anaheim” she scoffed

  “It’s different here. I’m different”

  “What if it doesn’t work?”

  “Then... you move out. No big deal...”

  “Why do you want me to move in?” she asked and you took a minute to think about your answer. Why did you want her to move in? So you could muster up enough courage to tell her you loved her. So she would finally realize her own feelings for you. So the two of you could finally be together the way you should’ve been a long time ago.

  “You’re my best friend” you finally said and it seemed to be enough. New Year’s passed and training camp started and neither of you had admitted any kind of feelings but her smile still made you weak.

  “Carla’s getting married in secret” she laughed, explaining how her friend from work hated the restrictions so much she was gathering a bunch of friends and family in the park for a ‘spur of the moment’ wedding

  “Is it really spur of the moment if she’s planning it?” you teased

  “Yes” she giggled

  “Okay” you laughed in response, watching as her eyes lit up as she talked about the details

  “So are you in?” you heard her ask

  “Hmm?” was all you could say since you had completely lost yourself in her

  “You’re gonna be my date, aren’t you? For the wedding?”

  “Uhh.. I don’t know,” you stammered, “when is it?”

  “I don’t know...” she huffed, “this weekend probably?” You could tell she was upset that you didn’t just agree to go, especially after she was so excited about it. Why couldn’t you just say, of course I’ll be your date!

  “I--”

  “I don’t wanna make you go if you don’t wanna go. Don’t feel like you have to, Freddie, just because I asked. You don’t owe me anything”

  “(Y/N), I want to. Of course I’ll go with you. I’m in!”

  “You are?” she questioned, clearly unsure of your answer

  “Always.”

xx

  April was a beautiful time to get married. In the park, as the grass was getting greener, as the birds sang in the trees high above and the sound of wind rustling through the trees was the only sound you could hear.

  “You look beautiful by the way” Freddie whispered to you while you sat, waiting for your friend to walk down the make-shift aisle she’d set up. You blushed at Freddie’s compliment before nudging his shoulder with yours and thanking him

  “You don’t look so bad yourself” you smiled

  “Why thank you!” he teased

  “Oh! Here we go” you exclaimed when the music began and Carla made her way to her soon-to-be husband. “She looks beautiful”

  “Are you crying already?” Freddie laughed

  “No... shut up” you scoffed as you admitted that you were, indeed, crying; you couldn’t help it, it was all so beautiful. Once the ceremony was done and they were officially married, Carla and her now husband, Clinton, invited everyone to their house for drinks and appetizers — their reception.

  “She’s trying to get us arrested” Freddie joked, referring to the quarantine rules that had to be reinforced the week prior

  “She wants to see how many of us will fit in a cell for sure” you added

  “As long as we manage to get drunk before they arrest us,” he smiled, “otherwise, it’s all for nothing.” The were no calls, no complaints, and the small group was allowed to celebrate as long and as loud as you wanted. You all did the obligatory chicken dance and cha-cha slide to really hone in on the ‘wedding vibes’ before eventually moving to slow dances. “Dance with me?” Freddie smiled at you with his hand palm up in front of you

  “I thought you’d never ask” you giggled, taking his hand and following him onto the open space that was being used as a dance floor

  “What I’ve been living for...” the song played in the background as you swayed with Freddie, pulling back to look at him once before he smiled at you.

  “What?” He chuckled

  “You’re just... I missed this” you hesitated

  “Have we danced at a wedding together before?” He joked, earning a playful scoff from you

  “I meant I miss us” you admitted, dropping your head onto his chest

  “I never went anywhere,” he said with a bite to his words, “you did.”

  “Freddie...” you furrowed your brow as you lifted your head off his chest, shaking your head as his hands moved away from you, “I didn’t... it’s not like that. I gave you—”

  “You gave me space. I didn’t need space, I didn’t want space” he sneered and you awkwardly smiled at the faces around you before pulling his arm

  “This is not the place for this”

  “You left, not me. You’re the one who stopped us from... having time together”

  “What?” you huffed, shaking your head in confusion, “I didn’t want to give you space, Fred, but you never did anything! You were so focused on Hockey and the life that you made in Anaheim that it didn’t matter how much I was there, you didn’t have time for me. I got the message. I found someone and, yes, I left to try to make it work with him. It didn’t. And now you’re here, and you’re arguing with me because of... what?”

  “What do you mean I never did anything??” it was all he focused on and you could only laugh in response

  “I gave you every chance to do something. I moved across the world for you and you never did anything”

  “NEITHER DID YOU!” he yelled, veins beginning to pop out of his neck

  “I WANTED YOU TO DO SOMETHING FIRST!”

  “WHY?!?!”

  “BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW HOW YOU FELT AND I DIDN’T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF OR RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP!”

  “YEAH WELL... I DIDN’T KNOW THAT” he yelled before clearing his throat and calming himself down. “How ‘bout I tell you now?” he said softly as you trained your eyes on his face, “your smile is the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. The smell of your shampoo and your body lotion mix together and I can smell coconut and vanilla for weeks on end without it being anywhere close to me. I hated seeing you with... anyone else because you weren’t with me but I wanted you to be happy. I don’t know how long I’ve loved you but I know that I’m not the same without you. Without you around. Without you with me, near me, beside me, sharing everything with me, dancing with me, laughing with me. You have no idea how many times I wish I would’ve done something sooner, taken charge of my feelings and just told you how I felt — because I should’ve — but I was scared. I just hoped that you’d say it first so that I could hug you and kiss you and finally call you mine” he finally finished his proclamation and you were left completely speechless. “So...” he smirked, having just laid his heart out in front of you, “what do you have to say?”

  “I’m not a possession...” you mumbled

  “What?”

  “I didn’t know you could be so sweet,” you smiled, feeling a warmness in your chest, “I mean I knew you were a big teddy bear but I didn’t know you could be... this sweet” you repeated. “I love you, too, Freddie. I don’t know for how long either but I know that hearing what you said just now, after all this time, was exactly what I needed to tell you how much I love you. How whenever I hear your voice, my heart melts and my body buzzes or how whenever I see your smile I mentally take as many pictures as I can because I don’t know when you’ll let me see it again willingly. I tried to replace you with other people because I never thought you’d ever want me but now here you are, in front of me, saying the sweetest words I’ve ever heard and I’ve never loved you more” you took a breath and waited for him to say something else when you noticed the corners of his lips turn up into a smile before he walked toward you

  “I love you” he placed his hands on the sides of your neck, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks before he leaned down and connected his lips to yours; finally, was all you could think.

  “I love you, too” you smiled when he finally broke the kiss, trailing your hands up his arms to rest them on his shoulders. “I can’t believe it took you two continents, three countries and 22 years to do something”

  “Guess I just needed a push” he whispered against your lips as he moved to pick you up, wrapping his arms under your butt and bringing your chest as close to him as possible

  “I guess so” you whispered back, your hands lingering on his neck until your fingers found his hair, “better late than never.”

[dark-ronpa]

SKIN AND BONES + K. ISHIMARU: CHAPTER 1 — HOME SWEET HOME

author’s note: my first author’s note! i wanted to do something special for my milestones so here it is - this is a multi-part series where you decide the fate of our characters so every 50 new followers, a new chapter will be updated! i hope you enjoy <3

word count: 808

content warning: none

the crispy december air sent shivers down your spine, as you treaded through the snow piles. work today had been hell with customer complaints and angry managers. all you wanted to do was collapse on the couch and play some animal crossing. 

life wasn’t so simple, though. you wish it could be, you wish you could go back to be a moody teenager instead of an overworked young adult with one too many bills to pay. life sucked so fucking much.

“hey, welcome home,” your roommate milo greeted you when you arrived inside your shared two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. you let out a grunt of acknowledge before nosediving into the rickety couch. milo crossed his arms at the sight, “bad day at work?”

“if five complaints about my conduct and my manager threatening to fire me counts as a bad day.. then yes,” you responded with a huff of annoyance. 

milo took a seat next to you on the couch and patted you on the back, “that place sucks anyway. you still have a spot at my start-up if you’re ever interested.”

milo was an app developer in the making, working for top apps like instagram and facebook as a modder. he wanted to start a social media platform of his own, one that would surpass the social media giants. you admired his ambition but he had downfalls when it came to developing such an app and was easily discouraged. 

“maybe one day,” you hummed against the pillows. you would kill for a better job, anything would be waiting tables at ginny’s diner.

“i’m gonna head out to the grocery store,” you propped yourself back up and got off of the couch, “can i borrow the car?”

“sure thing!” milo tossed you the keys to his ford focus, “be sure to buy poptarts, okay? we ran out this morning.”

“okay, okay!” you laughed. milo sure loved his cinnamon flavored poptarts. you grabbed your bag and exited the apartment, heading down the stairs and through the front lobby. you waved at the bored looking attendant reading a magazine and headed outside to the parking lot. 

“huh.. what the..” you noticed a strange flyer stuck to milo’s window wipers. you grabbed it off the wiper and unfolded it, reading it over carefully.

HELP WANTED! $100 AN HOUR, PERSONAL ASSISTANT NEEDED FOR A MR. KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU - CALL XXX XXX XXX FOR MORE DETAILS

“that’s so weird..” you grumbled before crumpling the paper up and tossing it into the nearby trash can. you then hopped into the car and fired it off, driving out of the lot and onto the main road. 

the local grocery store was a little rundown but it was home to the friendliest people in the town of narahoma. mrs. yamakawa who ran the grocery store was the person who gave you your first job. the kindest woman you ever met, mrs. yamakawa brightened the town with her grandmotherly ways. 

“welcome to yamakawa groceries!” the young greeter welcomed you to the grocery store. you smiled and gave her a nod before grabbing a cart and beginning to peruse the store. pasta, vegetables, fruits, and- of course, poptarts- were on the list. 

as you browsed the aisles for your items, you couldn’t help but think about narahoma. it was your hometown, the place you had all your fondest memories. safe and friendly, known for its tourism, narahoma was a place that had it all.. but was it truly the place for you?

“oh, excuse me,” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“oh, sorry-” you looked up and your eyes widened at the man before you. dark hair, sharp features, extremely handsome - those were only a few words that could describe the man who was staring at you. you felt your cheeks grow warm the longer you stared at the man. 

“i’m sorry!” you managed to find your voice, “am i in your way?”

“oh, not at all” the man paused, “well, yes, but i don’t mind!”

“oh god!” you stepped out of his way. the man smiled and grabbed what he needed, which was a jar of tomato sauce. 

“you making pasta?” you decided to shoot your shot with the man. 

“i am!” he answered, “i’m making my mother’s famous spaghetti and meatballs.”

“that sounds delicious right about now?” you could feel your mouth water at the thought of spaghetti and meatballs. 

“well, why don’t you come over my place for dinner?” the man offered.

your eyes widened and you exclaimed with a furious blush, “wh- what! i don’t even kn- know your name!”

“well my friends call me taka,” he replied, “can i have your name?”

“well my friends call me (y/n),” you answered. 

“well, (y/n).. would you like to have dinner with me?”

CHOICE ONE:

> HAVE DINNER WITH TAKA? 

> SELECT YES OR NO

[sugar-petals]

Can u introduce yuzuru to us the caro way?👀

so you want to know about the one and only. ♡😌

yuzuru hanyū (25) of sendai, japan: the most beautiful ice prince with a heart of gold.

….an artist clearly not of this world, he’s been sent to us from another realm. 19 world records, two olympics won, dubbed the greatest figure skater of all time. and the most precious bean on top of that.

but let’s start from the beginning, shall we ♥︎

so, want to spot yuzu on the ice? use this checklist. slender silhouette, an even slimmer waist, feather-like outfits (he sketches those himself; the fandom lovingly calls him swanyu), soft blushy face. he has great androgyny.

outside of performances, you see him either with a deer’s gaze or the brightest, biggest eye smile. also, he’s usually found sitting with his wife: 

which is the ice 😄 these two are together forever. you can discern yuzu from a mile away by how he treats his working ground. 

there is a purity to him. you’d not guess that this is one of the most ardent athletes if you didn’t see what’s around his neck after competitions. the guy’s cuteness is as compelling as his skating technique.

look for it: yuzu’s face is super suave and rosy up close, even after his most energetic performances. some men are handsome, others pretty, he is both. 

even acoustically, he’s hard to miss. applause is all around, and he’s highly expressive. if you see a crying young man getting the high score, that’s yuzuru hanyu. you’ve not seen more beautiful happy tears.

and score reactions, anyway:

so, aye loves, the rumors are true. a cutie-pie off the ice, animated, a real unabashed meme — yuzu is easy-going, talkative. cheery, cheeky, one of a kind. his facial expressions are a league of their own.

if you thought this is the sort of guy who watches cat videos, you are correct 😄

yuz-uwu hanyu, everybody:

his undoubtedly feline behaviour is often unexpected, it stands out with its adorableness, too. a sweetheart par excellence. 

and, how else could it be: vice versa, the big beast on the rink. he’s cutesy, dorky, very well-spoken in daily life, but when it comes to skating, his seriousness escalates. you blink once and suddenly hanyu is a bedazzling, strutting lion :’D his performances stun with confident elegance.

he becomes full of ardor, drama, and focus. you’d never suspect so much fire burns in him. a showman and ambition icon, hands down. 

his skating is dynamic, perfected, and emotional. if you want to see art and the extra mile, tune in when hanyu competes.

the downside is; more light, more shadow. it leaves him crawling on the ice afterwards. yuzu performs so hard, it’s worrying.

he delivers it all. you won’t believe it:

this guy is an asthmatic.

the symptoms aren’t as bad as they used to be, but there are still regular attacks. he said that he’ll never take it as an excuse and often recalls how he started skating because of it. he’s a badass, extremely inspiring. yuzuru defies all limits, including gravity. his jumps have legendary status. 

off the rink, you guessed it: he turns into a wholly different person. 

it all dissolves completely when he’s dorking around again. 

don’t let it deceive you, he’s the no other option than first place type. he could not be any more decorated with titles, he achieved the grand slam in all competitions as of 2020. and still, king of sportsmanship hanyu is respectful and smiley towards all colleagues and never lets anyone feel left out. especially when it comes to his juniors (e.g. yuma kagiyama, 16, below) which says a lot about him.

he bows in every direction before an audience, too. lower than a 90° angle, even. this is more polite than any existing formality in japan.

talk about audience: i introduced fellow japanese skater shoma uno last week, who’s more uncomfortable with social contact and aggression. yuzu, extrovert he is: the exact opposite. he withers away with no people and competition. he’s befriended rivals, had crises over not having someone who could challenge him. when a competitor retires, he’s the one crying in their arms (e.g. with team mate and bff javier fernandez from spain below).

beside his competitive spirit and princely wow factor, hanyu is popular for his winnie pooh tissue box that he caresses, squeezes, and carries everywhere. he loves good luck charms & rituals, pooh is the most important one.

fans throw pooh plushies on the ice after his performances because of it. since it’s gotten so intense, yuzu recently started cleaning them up himself on top of the flower girls for the upcoming skater who could get delayed otherwise. (more about what happens with the piles of plushies later.)

so, the burning question is. 

what made yuzuru hanyu emerge so outstanding an entertainer? how does someone causing so much uproar become like that? it’s not just what kind of appearance he was given, although he really looks his part to a T. you don’t have to be an insider to see it right away.

like literally to a fault. and you can tell the way his blades sound on the ice is different. it’s soft even if he does the most hardcore quadruple jumps. i think it’s because his drive to do this is a higher one, hanyu has an altered relationship with the ice. where his devotion comes from has a more severe reason so, massive trigger warning. 

this is no exaggeration: yuzuru is considered a hero to the japanese. a survivor of the earthquake 2011, he narrowly escaped the collapsing rink in his hometown on that very day. he’s often talked about how the ice shattered underneath his feet and it was the moment that defined his life forever. he could have been dead by the age of 16. his motivation has been set ever since. this man is compelled by something bigger, that’s why you hear it and you feel it. he wants to skate not just for himself but others and seize every day. 

much of his copious charity work — that’s where all the pooh plushies go — went to mend the consequences of the tsunami ever since, he’s looked upon as a great hope in japan. the minister gave him the people’s honor award in 2018. 

now you know why yuzuru has such a fanbase and treats the ice as sacred, you see it in every gesture. his manners are without a single flaw, he helps staff repair the ice after performances. 

you might think it’s odd, but he honors the ground. he’s invested in the integrity of it. that’s why he’s the best skater. it’s gratitude and the will to live fully.

he hates to fall on the ice, he hates to damage it. alongside his feathery weight, that’s why the sound he makes while gliding along is so tender. 

i think that’s also why hanyu’s signature element is the ina bauer. it doesn’t rely on brutal force, instead this element slides across the rink like a swan. yeah, oh my god.

it’s his most well-known dramatic move. the way he surrenders into it. 

hanyu’s back arch and perfect split allow him to do elements no other male skaters can. his biellmann spin, for instance. i know, it’s ridiculous.

and those are just two elements of dozens and dozens. hanyu is a kinetic wizard. i highly rec this record-breaking delivery of his olympic program. in front of his home crowd! he’s just… mind-boggling. i live for his smiles here.

exceptional skater, exceptional mentor: it’s time we look at another puzzle piece that made yuzu the way he is. the masterful brian orser is hanyu’s beloved coach. missing gold by just one mistake at the olympics 1988, brian is now committed to give others what he couldn’t have— successfully so.

orser took the ice prince to gold twice, this hasn’t happened in 66 years. brian is the nicest and most supportive pooh carrier and yuzu’s utmost rock. hanyu’s talent rests safely in these hands.

he gets strict about punctuality lmao! but other than that, his guidance is gentle. canadian he is, brian’s courteousness mixes well with yuzu’s politeness. their bond is strong. as. hell. 

brian picked up yuzu from rock bottom several times. most fateful being hanyu’s accident with a fellow skater during competition warm-ups nov 2014. they collided at a high speed, it was unspeakably nasty. yuzu got knocked out for half a minute and had grave breathing problems but still decided to skate on with what later turned out as an almost-concussion. brian was the most worried ice dad in the world that day.

yuzu cried and crouched and bled like mad and my heart has been broken ever since. i hope he never suffers like that again. promise me you don’t search up the video, it’s a harrowing watch like a stab to the chest. sadly enough, hanyu’s body has still been a notorious wreck, esp. ankle issues regularly give him a hard time 😔

it hurts like a bitch with every jump landing but he takes meds and still manages to win, god knows how. sometimes even with crutches on the podium. at his worst, he’s still the best, it’s a tragedy.

he’s been recovering, or always is, but he pushes himself through injuries. his ambition and perfectionism are boundless. the cause is more important to him than his well-being. this is not an easy guy to stan once you see how he sacrifices and self-destructs. so, it’s good someone protects him. 

mostly from himself because nobody has profoundly surpassed hanyu. he has let himself no choice than to contest himself. not even health, only age can stop yuzu. i think that brian understands this ‘curse of a genius’ effect. his mere presence can make hanyu say these rare words:

his two other coaches contribute to that. tracy wilson (left) has proven to understand his playful side the best while ghislain briand (right) helps yuzuru deal with his fears. so you got 3 people taking care of the golden boy. brian once said: “he is very sheltered” and you can see it’s true.

yuzu eased into learning english and communicates well with his coaches. like with everything, he studies hard and often forces himself to speak during interviews to practice. his skills are astounding. his speaking voice is also very soothing, very amicably low and high alike. yuzu is highly intelligent. he always says something eloquent and interesting.

now, privately, hanyu is very much like you’d expect someone so devoted to skating would be like. he doesn’t go out, has no social media, can’t eat nor sleep very well. no cameras allowed during practice. it figures he is attached to winnie pooh, think about it. in the cartoon, pooh is someone who sleeps, eats, and engages with friends plenty. 

these are the things hanyu can’t do, doesn’t have time/energy/incentive for. he is barred from balance in life but can at least admire this little carefree plushie for it. especially because pooh represents eating lots while yuzuru doesn’t have a good relationship with food (he says it doesn’t go well with jumps etc.), hanyu lives vicariously through him. 

what’s more, you have to see how he throws himself onto others and never wants to let go, yuzuru is extremely cuddly. 

to the degree that mere social customs can’t meet how much he really needs. so, what else can he resort to, he loves mascots and plushies. it’s how the tale goes in japan generally, tough work ethic, high responsibility, high pressure, so people turn to cute fluffy things.

he always fondles pooh’s head, even pretends he’s come to life so he has someone to snuggle with. i think that his isolated lifestyle doesn’t help. so, he gets his affection at least there, you can see how happy it makes him. and again: he does this all for charity.

that’s why fellow skaters are so important to hanyu. it really brings out his social spirit and comforts him best, it’s so wholesome. i’ve not seen someone react so relieved to being embraced, like he’s not been touched for months. skating this, skating that. at the end of the day, hanyu wants love.

as he once said, what motivates him is to express himself in the first place. hanyu is a romantic. it’s written all over him. it reflects in his music choices, his elegant motion, how he designs his outfits:

… and how thoughtfully he talks about marriage. he has big plans for starting a family and coaching after he retires. i won’t be the only one squeezing lucky charm pooh in my imagination so it turns out well for him. please make this heart of gold heal and see all his wishes come true ♡🐻

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! pt.2 | read pt. 1 here! ⇢ feat. : tsukki (karasuno), bokuto (fukurodani) & kuroo (nekoma) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings:  3.3k, slightly suggestive for kuroo

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ not @ me having the phattest crush on kuroo as you can probably tell here... dear god that man is something edit: omo for some reason the paragraphs got messed up n i just checked it after hours of posting... i fixed it now so hopefully it makes more sense ahh my apologies!! ><

tsukishima kei

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  idk about you but i think tsukki secretly enjoys the holidays? like he’d think the music is overbearing, the movies are disgustingly cliche, and the amount of people gathering in places is one of his worst nightmares— those aren’t the things that he looks forward to. i think tsukki loves winter, maybe because i see him as a softie who collects sweaters, hoodies, and sweatpants that keep him comfy and cozy during cold nights and chilly mornings! WITH THAT BEING SAID, tsukki dies inside when he sees you wearing any of those following outfits of his. he might get annoyed at first that you don’t ask because he was planning on wearing them that day, but when you show up at his dorm clad in his night blue sweater with a little moon stitched on the side, there are no words coming out of his mouth. he will try to look menacing, eyes in a deadpan expression but you know he’s lying, and just stare at him with a doe-like face and put his hands in yours, swinging it back and forth as you drag him out of his room and into the snowy field. you don’t even think twice about getting matching sweaters because the boy will hate you for the rest of his life, but at least you got him to wear a reindeer headband for 2 seconds in the photobooth!! most of the time, you basically just bring him to anywhere you want to go. you guys look at the humongous christmas tree they placed in the center of the plaza, and you ask someone walking by if you can get a picture of the two of you in front of him. this way, tsukki can’t complain and will be semi-forced to pose with you hehe. you thought he’d just be standing there, arms to his side with a nonchalant expression but you actually feel him put his arm around your waist and lean his head down on top of yours. 

you can’t help the cheeky smile show on your face as you tiptoe just enough to reach his cheek, and once the guy said, “ok one more!” you steal a kiss on the side of tsukki’s small smile. “hey, what was—” “thanks, mister!! happy holidays!!” you avoid his stare, and get your phone back from the guy as you scroll through the pics he took (thank god only a few were blurry). tsukki keeps glaring at you, and you understand he’s not big into pda but uh, he started it with holding you close to him like that >:( “what?? you look so cute here, though!!” you whine to him, hoping he doesn’t ask that you delete it :( tsukki gives it a once over, a warm feeling creeping on his cheeks as he studies the picture: damn, is he whipped for you. he dismisses the overreaction on his part (for once), and takes your hand in his once more, asking where it is you wanted to go next. you’re surprised he left it like that, but you’re taking advantage of this situation and drag him to more festive stuff around the plaza <3

with your parents spending the holidays abroad and working overtime, tsukki’s mom invited you to their place instead and you’re!! more than happy and oh so grateful!! tsukki doesn’t show it but he’s actually extremely nervous,, what if you don’t like his family?? what if his brother is too annoying for you, what if this isn’t the kind of in-laws you were expecting— wait, he’s thinking too far ahead and you’re looking at him with raised eyebrows. quick! he turns away from your gaze, biting his lip at getting caught with his overthinking. “tsukki, you okay?” you ask gently, looping your arm around his as you guys near his house. “yeah…” he responds lamely, and you’re not sure if he wanted you at his house for the holidays or what… but you shake the negativity away and tell yourself that this is an opportunity to show your own personality to his family!! you’re greeted by a boisterous even taller guy at the door, and his also really tall mom waving at you from the kitchen, finishing up the grand dinner. “mom and i thought you were just pretending about your relationship, tsukki~” akiteru nudges him, and you chuckle at your boyfriend’s helpless look on his face, as if telling you this is what i dealt with during my childhood. but the holiday celebration with his family went super smooth!! his mom cooked amazing homemade dishes, and tsukki was actually smiling and laughing along the poor jokes akiteru made, it was so endearing to watch. you asked to help with the clean up as tsukki and his brother play volleyball outside in the cold. 

“i’m so glad he has you,” his mom comforts you, and you nod your head in thanks while you wipe the plates clean. “i’ve never seen him so… cheerful like this, you know?” what a heartwarming thing to say :(( and yet you thought he was just finally letting loose because he’s at home!! his mom turns in early that eve of christmas, and his brother goes out to have a nightly beer sesh with his hometown friends before christmas morning tomorrow. you and tsukki are left alone in his room as you marvel at the many dinosaur related merch, posters, and even stuffies he has in his childhood room!! “don’t say it,” he threatens you lightly, even though you’ve been well-aware of his fascination for the species. a little tired from the trip earlier and ngl you’re both full from the food, you lay down on the floor, pillows supporting your sleepy heads as tsukki shares the other side of his earphones. you listen to calming, lofi music for the night and at some point, he finds your fingers in his again. “thank you for having me, tsukki,” you whisper with a yawn, remembering the night days ago where you cried into his shoulder about missing your own family during this season. tsukki doesn’t respond as he hears your light snoring, and instead turns his body towards you as he caresses the side of your face, smiling at the beauty before him. “you’re always welcome here, dummy. you’ll always have me.”

bokuto koutarou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  oof!! so many holiday parties!! gift giving exchanges!! dancing and singing, drinking and having the time of your lives! of course, bokuto asks first and foremost if you’re okay going to all of these celebrations with him as he has gathered a lot of friends from different majors, clubs, and such. you didn’t expect to come with him to all of them, tbh, but since he seems so excited to bring you along you found yourself nodding along! OOPS, what a wild ride it was to meet friends you didn’t even know he had. first, bokuto asked you to help him find some gifts for the exchange parties and you comply— you love thinking up presents for diff kinds of people! “would akaashi want this?” he points at a set of compression socks for sports “you’d want that more, bo” “oh oh!! how about this for kuroo?!” he leads you to the beauty section, hairspray littering the aisle “i think that’s more of an insult than a gift…” he’ll pout at his failure to think of the best gifts for his friends, but you cling to him with your linked arms and tell him not to worry— you kinda figured the kind of people his best friends are, so you suggest things off the bat: film roll for akaashi the photography minor, a mug with a pun-ny chem joke for kuroo, and a new case for kenma’s switch lite!! “wah! you know them better than i do,” he exclaims, eyes shining in excitement as you bring the gifts and other extra stuff to his apartment to help him wrap them. with this, bokuto came up with an idea to wrap the presents in the most creative way possible, and you just stare at him in awe as he tries to disguise the mug as.. a gingerbread man?? you don’t even know how he did it! as you tape up the finishing touches with the others, you eye a small gift wrapped box on the island counter along with a card next to it, all glittery and a name scribbled on top that you can’t make out where you were seated. 

“hey, bo, who’s that for?” you point at the suspecting box, and almost immediately bokuto body slams you on the ground, obstructing your view of the gift. “bokuto i can’t breathe—” you wheeze, laughing at the way he scrambles to get up from the position but his feet slips against the unused wrapping paper on the floor. “sorry, sorry i just— STOP LOOKING” he pleads, caging you with his arms either side your figure. the both of you pause, realizing the predicament you’re in until bokuto unleashes a sly smirk, eyes pointed at you with a mischievous glint. you know that look, so you start wiggling out of his way until he plops down on you again (mind you, he’s MANY inches taller than you and his built...whew, but that’s part of the problem right now!!) and blows raspberries on your neck, the audacity!! “tell me,” he whispers against your ear after a while, voice suddenly low in tone and your senses perk up. “have you been naughty or nice recently?” he continues hoarsely, and it doesn’t take long until you burst out laughing at his attempt of being flirty right now. he finally releases you, feigns hurt from your reaction but he knows what a goofball he is.

anyway, you put all the gifts in the car and head to the many parties he was invited to!! and honestly, you enjoyed yourself albeit it got really tiring to show up with much enthusiasm compared to the last. but bokuto on the other hand never runs out of energy for some reason!! he’s still winning the games, singing his heart out with his friends, and trying all the foods in the potluck, even shamelessly!! feeding you too! it’s embarrassing >< but in a way your heart swells with the thought of bokuto being very openly proud of his relationship with you, and how his friends seem to like you as well! pictures were taken, holiday spirits and gifts were exchanged and finally, he’s free for the night <3 you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give him your personal gift to your boyf (it’s an edited picture of the two of you at one of his winning games!! you can’t draw for sht but you are the best at adding lil stickers and cute petnames all around the photo hehe) you had it inserted in a picture frame too so the gift was relatively medium sized and rectangular. when you crash at his place, you ready yourself to give it to him, having second thoughts with how corny it must seem like… as you psych yourself up on the couch, you feel his arms suddenly wrap themselves around you as he starts peppering your neck with lazy kisses. your chest tightens, eyes closed at the warmth of his lips on your skin but— you can’t get distracted!! “bo, i have something for you—” “i saved the best gift for last—” o, you say it at the same time and so you look at each other with blank stares, and then laugh at your awkwardness!! 

he lets you go first, your nerves slowly dissipating at the excited gleam in his irises, he’s so cute!! as he unwraps it, he hitches a breath, looks at you then the picture and you again and— let’s say your face was just full on bokuto territory only ;-) as much as you were enjoying his attention all on you, his gift wasn’t opened yet!! bokuto went from confident to shy mode again, hiding his face with only one eye peeking out to watch you…. for some reason, since it was a tiny box you blurted out, “don’t tell me it’s a ring, bo.” as a joke but bokuto suddenly freezes at your words. and you had to stop unboxing to make sure he doesn’t go all pale on you, but also??? was he really???? GOING TO???-- “DID YOU WANT ME TO GET YOU A RING?? I CAN RETURN THE EARRINGS TODAY, I THINK I STILL HAVE THE RECEIPT—” “bo, it’s okay!!! omg no T_T” you take his hands off his face to look at him lovingly, a kiss on his pouty lips as you reassure him his presence is all that you can ever want, but whatever it was he gave you, you’ll cherish just the same!! so finally, once you take the lid off the box you see an adorable pair of owl earrings!! it’s so cute and it reminds you of him and thats probably why he got that for you :’)))) “i also wrote you a letter but please read it when i’m asleep or something…” aww shy bokuto!! >< you never thought you’d see the day :’)

kuroo tetsurou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  man.. i just know this guy wouldn’t want to let leave… the bed… with him… on christmas day. imagine something like having to stay until he can for his duties at work which ended up til late christmas eve :( you were looking forward to spending time with him back at his hometown since you don’t necessarily celebrate the specific holiday, but being with tetsurou for almost a year now and knowing he does— you wanted it to be special and memorable for him! he felt really bad making you stay at his apartment until he finishes up work, really zooming through all the documents and stuff he needed to complete just so he can spend at least a few hours of christmas eve with you. when he got home, his heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you falling asleep on the couch, right next to the lit up christmas tree you two decorated a week ago (thats how busy he has been! you opted to fix the tree yourself, but tetsu insisted on doing it together since it’s your first holiday with him!). your favorite blanket was wrapped around you but your feet were dangling midway with no socks on and he just >:( had to carry you to bed and tuck you in— all of you!! 

he changes to a sweater and pjs before readying himself to carry you against his chest. his own body is exhausted from working non-stop, but he doesn’t let it get to him as he passes by the hallway and plops you gently on your side of the bed. you stir groggily, eyes refusing to open but you notice your surroundings are different. the room is dimly lit but the figure walking around the place isn’t amiss; with his hair sticking up and his wide shoulders, you know it’s your tired boyfriend finally home for the holidays. you smile, still sleep-induced but you try to reach over for him. “tetsu… come to bed, please,” you mumble but he hears you, and his back is against you but he smiles at your half-awake tone. “i’ll be right there,” he lets you know softly, and true to his word you feel the dip in the mattress with his warmth slowly exuding onto your own body, his hands easily finding themselves over you. you wiggle into his grasp, head against his chest and hands holding onto his waist. he feels warm, he feels like home, and you press a kiss where his neck meets his collarbones. “mm, merry christm…” you mutter, losing consciousness but he doesn’t mind. he lets you snore your way into dreamland, watching your eyelashes tickle the surface of your skin, lips partly open as you breathe in and out. suddenly, his tense muscles relax with your presence oh so close to you, and he sleeps soundly after a few minutes of admiring your face.

as the sunlight filters thru the windows, kuroo wakes up first but knowing it’s his day off (finally), he relaxes into the bed and just observes the tiny details of your face, same as the night before but with some of the brightly shining rays of the sun hitting the right spots— you’re breathtaking to him. he feels you stir in his embrace so he pretends to snore because he knows you like to get up as soon as you feel awake. “tetsu…” you mumble, popping out your head from his grasp to peer your eyes at him pretending to not hear you. “you’re a lousy liar, i know you’re up,” you tell him, rubbing your nose against him as a form of an eskimo kiss. it takes so much out of his restraint to bite his lip in pure love for you, so he gives in and kisses you on the lips. 

you are taken aback for a split second until you comply to his request, and you spend your first christmas morning with him in bed just like that <3 he still asks if you guys can spend the whole day just tangled into each other’s embrace but you lecture him playfully, knowing that he had a christmas party to attend to in the afternoon with his closest friends (bokuto, akaashi, kenma, and others) and you have a lovely dinner planned in the evening. he wiggles his eyebrows, fingertips tracing the exposed skin on your chest, “what if we skip all of that and i just have you for dinner instead?” “KUROO TETSUROU IT IS TOO EARLY FOR YOU TO SAY THAT RIGHT NOW—” you swear to god, it is his teasing and malicious intent that will kill you one day. but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed, and yet kuroo complies with your light nagging, getting up and getting ready for the day. you’re happy that he finally has the day off, and being with his friends during the party truly lightened up his mood. afterwards, he then asks where you got a reservation during the busiest time of the year, and you just winked at him and zipped your mouth. 

since you ate a bit at the party, you knew you had some time to finish prepping the food you had prepared the night before, it all just needed to bake or be cooked on the pan. and bec of his exhaustion last night, he didn’t even open the fridge at all so there were zero suspicious at your surprise dinner. urging him to take a long, hot bath, he drags you with him. “you seriously want me to take a bath by myself?” he says in shock horror, and normally you would join him hah but you tell him that your parents are calling, just wanting to say hello. a little sad, kuroo nods in understanding and so he goes about his way while you cook the food with haste. he likes to take his time in there but you know you won’t finish beforehand, so once he’s out of the bathroom, you immediately go right in front of him to hide the view of the kitchen. you played yourself, seeing kuroo only in his bathrobe with his chest exposed, you slap him right at the center to ignore the sensation in the pit of your stomach. “what?? what’d i do???” “existing right in front of me like that!!” kuroo laughs at your embarrassment, but kisses you on the forehead nonetheless. he ignores the obvious smell of pasta and chicken in the apartment, ignores the messy apron you forgot to take off because he thinks you really wanted to surprise him. so he goes to the room to change, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. the rest of the night ends up with the both of you having a romantic dinner in the dining room, talking about everything you already know about each other—but it never feels repetitive. he always feels so renewed with you, falling in love every day. 

[beanie-beebo-writes]

Call for Action

Series Summary: You finally get your dream job, but it comes with a cost.

Warnings: Description of panic attack

Masterlist

Note: Y/HT means your hometown.

Chapter 3

You met Jensen at a modestly, upbeat restaurant around 10pm, the time you had both agreed on based on the day's schedule. The place was somewhere you probably would have found yourself, if you ever went out to eat. The hues of green, purple, and blue splashed on the walls (mostly from the lighting) were playfully welcoming.

You had dressed yourself up in one of your favorite dress tops and a nice pair of pants, and it seemed Jensen had thought the same on what to wear. He wore a white dress shirt and black pants.

"You look nice." He said, meeting you at the table you situated yourself at.

"So do you." You said, smiling.

There was what most would consider an awkward silence between you. Only, you felt it was electric, lively. He ushered for you to sit down before he himself took a seat in the booth seat across from you.

"So," He began.

"So.." You echoed, hoping he wouldn't see you blush.

"What do you think of the place?" He asked, clearly trying to make a conversation.

"I really like it! The colors really pop out at you. It isn't too much like a fancy restaurant or like a club." You said.

"I came here all the time once I found out it existed. The one place in Vancouver where you can feel like you blend in, even if you're someone like me." He said.

"You get recognized a lot?" You asked.

"Enough; but it doesn't bother me much." He said.

A tall blond waitress walked over to where you two sat, holding a small notepad.

"Ah, Jensen. Nice to see you again." She said.

"Hey Darla, lovely to see you too." He said with a smile.

"What can I start you guys off with?" She asked.

Jensen ushered a hand over to you to order. What a gentleman.

"Oh. Uh, I'll have a cherry seltzer if you have one." You said.

"Mhm, no problem hun. And how about you Jen?" Darla asked.

"Eh, why not? I guess I'll take a glass of red wine. Live a little." He said.

"What's life without a party?" Darla asked. "I'll be back with your drinks momentarily."

"Wow, guess you are a regular then, huh?" You said.

"Yep. Darla's a real sweetheart, hard not to want to come back here." Jensen said.

Moments later, you both received your drinks and ordered dinner. Jensen ordered a chicken quesadilla while you ordered a plate of nachos with a side of fries. You giggled despite only taking a sip of your seltzer.

"It's almost like we're opposites." You said. "Me and my junk food, while you eat a full meal."

Jensen smiled. "Hey nothing wrong with that, gotta enjoy yourself when you eat sometimes."

You laughed again. "Not when it's a lifestyle."

"Well, whatever works. Right?" He said.

"Yeah." You said, smile never leaving your face.

Suddenly, you felt your chest begin to ache. The way it always happened right before a bad panic attack. Oh come on! Not now. Seriously?! You wanted to curl up and die right there. Hell, you hoped.

"Hey, you in there?" Jensen asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, zoned out there for a minute. What were you saying?" You asked.

"I was asking if you were from around here." Jensen asked.

Quick, make it quick. "Uh, no. I'm actually from (y/ht). Can you excuse me for a few minutes? I have to go to the bathroom." You said.

"Yeah, no problem." Jensen said.

You tried not to make it too obvious you were beginning to freak out as you beelined for the bathroom. Your breathing by then had become erratic, and your thoughts were so loud. Everything was so loud.

You pulled at your hair and refrained from letting out a loud scream as you felt your feelings completely overtake you. The hyperventilating turned into messy sobs, which you tried to quiet in the sweater you brought along.

"I can't do this anymore, I just can't." You thought quietly as you hugged yourself in the larger stall.

It was all too much. All you could think about was that same line over and over again, almost completely forgetting about Jensen until you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"(Y/N)? Hey, everything okay in there? It's been a while." Jensen said, muffled by the thick door.

Oh god, you had left Jensen all alone out there the whole time. Yeah, what a date. You heard another knock on the door.

"Not trying to scare you or anything, but I'm gonna have to go get someone if you don't come out in a few." He said.

Just what you needed, more attention. You feared that more than anything right now. Without much thought, you went to the door and opened it, still a complete mess from however long you had been hiding in the bathroom. Jensen's face instantly dropped and he cautiously placed his hands on your shoulders.

"You were starting to- oh my god are you okay?" He asked quietly.

You shook your head knowing your voice would betray you.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Panic attack." You squeaked.

"Okay, breathe with me. In.."

"I can't. Everyone will see me."

"Yes you can. Here, we'll move outside."

"The food-"

"I'll grab some doggy bags for later after you're calmer. Darla will hold everything for us."

If it weren't for your anxiety, you would have professed your growing love right then and there. Jensen truly was a fine gem, one you knew you were falling hard for. You could practically see the hearts circling your head.

You nodded your head in agreement as words were still beyond your grasp. Jensen guided you out through the patio and sat you down at the curb. You were glad it was dark outside, so any passerbys couldn't really make out the situation if they tried.

"Alright, now is it okay if I hug you? I know it's hard to see out here, and I want you to be in sync with my breathing." Jensen said.

You nodded but registered the rest of his sentence before whispering a "yes".

Jensen gently wrapped his arms around you; he smelled faintly of a husky cologne which was thankfully not overpowering.

"Try to match your breathing to mine. I know it's hard, but you can do it. I know you can." He said.

If you could laugh at that remark, you would. Usually you were the only one giving yourself these sort of pep talks, but as far as you reached, you couldn't find it in you this time.

You used Jensen's presence to ground you as you shakily began to try and match his breathing. At first, taking a deep breath felt like breathing through a straw. But as time went on, you slowly began to feel your muscles relax.

"There you go, keep going." Jensen said.

It was almost as if his touch was magic. Just as he was starting to rub your back, you felt your anxiety ease away. If anything, it was probably the most relaxed you had felt in quite a long time. If it weren't for the awkwardness creeping in, you would have lingered into the hug for as long as you could.

"You good?" Jensen asked, looking into your eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you nodded and instantly regretted it, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Do these panic attacks happen often?" He asked.

You looked down, ashamed to have lied to him in the first place.

"Yeah, actually. I get them almost all the time." You admitted.

"Was that what that was earlier today?" He asked.

"Yeah, sadly." You said. "It was just a bit more under control than this one."

"It didn't seem like it." Jensen said. "I'll tell you what, how about we finish this date at my place?"

"Are you sure? We could always just plan another one." You said.

“You need the privacy; it’s okay, really. You want to come grab the food with me? Or are you okay out here?” He asked.

“I have to grab some of my things at the table anyway, I’ll come in.” You replied.

You swore you would never find a man as good as Jensen was to you. And if you could, you were going to keep him.

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“So this is my apartment,” Jensen said, allowing you to walk in before him. “I know it isn’t much, but make yourself at home.”

You snorted. “Better than my place right now. I swear there’s a load of food containers lying around my living room from last night.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Looks like someone likes to party.”

“If you consider a Netflix binge a party, I’m down.” You said.

It was Jensen’s turn to laugh. “Come on, let’s eat this food before we need to use the microwave.” He said.

Thankfully the food, or what was left of it, was still warm when you opened the styrofoam containers. You took a long whiff as your stomach growled on cue.

“You’re still hungry?” Jensen asked.

“What can I say? I’m a bottomless pit. Plus I only got nachos, remember?” You said.

“True. I just hope you’re not as bad as Jared.” Jensen said lightheartedly. “Do you want some of my quesadilla? Or I could make you something?”

“I couldn’t eat your food, I’m a guest.” You said.

“Yeah well, guests are welcome to eat around me in my rule book. What do you want? I could make you a sandwich, or heat up a frozen meal, or even cook if you really want.”

“Jensen, we’re supposed to be on a date.” You said.

“Right. Frozen meal it is then.” He said, beelining to the freezer.

You shook your head with a smile. You weren’t mad at him for “abandoning” you in order to make you something more sufficient to eat. Hell, you don’t know how anyone could be mad at someone like him. With his charming looks and personality, all carefully wrapped in some neat little box. It was quite refreshing, actually. You never really got close to many as a kid, and you were the epitome of a mess. He had it all together; you wished you had it in you to envy it.

After a few minutes, Jensen came from his kitchenette with a steaming heap of roast beef and vegetables straight from the microwave.

“Wow, thanks Chef Ackles.” You teased.

“Bon appetit!” He replied in an half-impressive french accent.

You had finished what was left of your nachos and fries, digging straight into the savory beef. Store bought or not, you were hungry. You practically wolfed half of it down within a few minutes, so into the taste of the food that you hadn’t noticed Jensen staring. You blushed but continued to eat at the same pace as he chuckled.

“Man, you weren’t kidding when you said you were hungry.” He said.

You made sure to swallow what was left of your food before speaking. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be! I would hate to see you go home hungry. Just… Don’t eat my whole fridge or anything.” Jensen said.

You smiled. “I won’t. I’ll be full after this, I promise.”

“You promise..? Okay.” Jensen said with a smile.

The two of you sat for a couple moments in silence, both enjoying the meal in front of you. For once, the silence didn’t feel awkward. You could feel your anxiety beginning to rise again at first with the thought of an awkward silence, but when you looked into Jensen’s eyes it all melted away. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you feel so calm, but you never questioned it too much, as it would only lead to more knots. You remembered what he told you earlier on matching breaths, so you focused as best as you could without worrying him. That and your current breathing techniques helped return you to calm.

“Do you want to talk about what happened earlier tonight? Or do you just want to let it go?” Jensen asked after a few moments.

“I’m not really sure.” You admitted.

Another beat of silence went by comfortably.

“When did your panic attacks stop?” You asked.

“When did they stop?” He repeated.

“Yeah.” You said.

“I hate to break it to you, but they never really stopped.” He said. “They definitely are less often and more manageable though.”

“What helped? Well, besides I assume therapy.” You said.

“Well I tend to take breaks more often, for one. Loads of stress tend to bring them on, at least for me.” He said.

“That explains it then, it’s my job. But I can’t just “take a load off”, this is my dream.” You said.

“No, but you can take breaks once in a while and get someone else to help you with that load.” He said.

“Someone like who?” You asked.

“Someone like.. Me.” He said, smiling smugly.

“Wait.. huh?” You said, somehow containing your rosy cheeks.

“I’m joking. No really though, someone like a therapist, I mean.” He said.

“In a perfect world, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Although.. Jensen, I don’t really have time for therapy. I work 12+ hour days, and not to mention overtime.” You said.

“I made time, why can’t you? I never said you had to go weekly, unless if you wanted to of course. I meant more along the lines of once a month for an hour. That I know you could probably squeeze in, right?” He said.

You paused; he did have a point. If it really was likely going to help you, what wouldn’t you be doing in your free time anyway? An hour a month or even every couple weeks was sure to help make your life at least a little easier.

“Alright, say I take your idea. Where would I even start?” You asked.

“Well it’s just anxiety that you’re dealing with, right? I’m not trying to get too personal; you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said.

“For the most part, yeah.” You admitted.

“Well, if you want, you could always start with the therapist I see. He’s really good with that sort of thing.” Jensen said.

You smiled. “ I like the sound of that, actually. Thank you, Jensen.”

He smiled back and cupped the side of your face gingerly. “It’s not a problem.”

You instinctively stared down at his lips, slightly leaning forward for a kiss before stopping. Jensen didn’t seem like a fast moving guy, and he probably wasn't ready for what you had wanted to do. So you just backed away and averted your eyes, hoping your actions were unnoticed. Little did you know, Jensen had been thinking of the same thing.

[twinkluffy]

fanfics for quarantine with α!katsuki x Ω!izuku.

Hiya, my fellows shippers. I know quarantine is being hard to everyone for different reasons but i hope you can stay safe at home. If you have to be outside for work or to work with/for people, thank you so much for your hard work and it is deeply appreciated. 

In this occasion it’s my pleasure to bring you all a fanfic recommendation list of Alpha/Omega KatsuDeku that i loved on AO3. So buckle up, gather everything you need for this wild ride because this gonna be a long post and this just the first part, sisters. Friendly reminder that every person writes their own rules for their omegaverse. It goes without saying that most of this post is+18 rated filth (and i did let out some nasty things that would make most of you don’t hold a face to face conversation with me without kinkshaming me) but even with that the sexual content is gonna have a bolded +18 beside the tittle; and as the old saying goes: read the damn tags on the fic, they are there for a reason.  

The links, rating, state and summary under the cut. Please, feel free to reblog and like or to come to my dms just to talk or ask for a type of fic in specific. I’ll post part 2 of this soon. 

drag me to the deeps of your heart (+18)  by halcyonwhispers [one shot, 5945 words // 1/2 from “The (im)proper way to an Alpha-Omega courtship” series ] 

Everyone presents on their 17th birthday, and while Katsuki has already (alpha, big fuckin’ shocker), he awaits his boyfriend’s presentation to finally get over the nonexistent (slight) curiosity over Izuku’s new rank. He can’t be an alpha, not crybaby, overthinking Deku. Anyways, both his parents are betas, and all that genetic and biology shit says Deku’s bound for that road. (he thinks)

Gravity (+18) by warschach [complete, 71477 words, 10 chapters]

Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round. Not that he cares, pfft.

Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff. (Fine, he cares.)

what’s mine is mine (+18) by xenodickery [one shot, 5504 words // 1/3 from the “what’s mine is mine” series. Implied r*pe not related to the pair]

Bakugou watched, fists shaking in his lap, as someone pried open Midoriya's mouth and placed the pink tab on his tongue. An aphrodisiac. At least that's what they'd called it. A heat compellant.

Marshmallow by choimarie  [one shot, 3359 words // part of the 2k18 bakudeku week]

“Yo! Look at what we have here!” A voice said loudly and Izuku's heart stopped.

He turned around, his eyes widening. A group of six alphas was walking his way towards him.

What’s is this? The beginning of a porn0? (+18) by JijiHadidnt [2 chapters, 4625 words]

“Did somebody order a pizza?”

“What is this? The beginning of a porno?”

“Shut up Nerd just let me in.”

Izuku and Bakugou handle their argument over celebrity crushes in an interesting way.

A nest for the best by Camellia_Sinensis [one shot, 1007 words // Part of the “dorks in love” series] 

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

where i feel you the most (+18) by shousanki [one shot,3899 words]

In which Katsuki comes 1) to terms with Izuku's screwy biology almost as unpredictable as the person himself, and 2) down Izuku's warm and willing throat.

the last dragon-blood king (+18) by claimedbydaryl [complete, 13 chapters, 107.009 words]

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

Project: heat (+18) by ellslane  [one shot, 2914 words]

Katsuki can do this. He can control himself around Deku, who’s scent has spiked in sweetness and is dripping in pheromones. He can maintain his composure as they work together on a school project. He can keep himself in check as his stupid smell wafts through the air, and directly into his nose.

He can’t do this.

Dessert before dinner (+18) by Morpheel [one shot, 3473 words] 

Ground Zero has his work cut out for him as of late.

Between his increased Hero workload, and a pregnant mate at home, there's very little time to slow down and "smell the roses", as they say. He's too busy fighting the rampant crime rate going wild throughout the city without their Pillar of Justice on duty for 9 months. Yet leave it up to Izuku to find his own way in squirming some quality time in before Katsuki's shift.

Emergency contact (+18) by SurelyHeavenWaits [one shot, 3753 words]

There are some things in life that a person would like to know in advance:

weather forecasts, patrol schedules, patrol routes, being listed as an ERC for the person they've secretly loved for most of their life. Pro Hero Deku knew three of these things at the start of his shift.

Blonde haired bunnies (+18) by morpheel [one shot, 5194 words]

In an attempt to create a new genetic pattern in the Rabbit-Hybrid Gene, Izuku Midorya is paired with a very strange (and almost unorthodox) stud. The end goal is blonde haired, red eyed rabbits- though only one Alpha truly fits that bill.

Surely a wolf and a rabbit can't breed?

Late mornings (+18) by Oilux [one shot, words]

When Deku arrives, late for class, panting, red stained cheeks, every alpha in the class staring at him with open want, Bakugo only has one thought crossing his mind.

He’s mine.

Vitality in postpartum (+18) by ellslane [one shot,2989 words]

Katsuki can tell his husband has been dealing with his image after giving birth to their precious boy, and he's hellbent on making Izuku see the perfection he sees. Happy husband, happy life, after all.

Box (+18) by SurelyHeavenWaits [one shot, 3028 words]

On a stakeout for a villain with what's been reported as a lust-inducing Quirk, Pro Heroes Ground Zero and Deku find themselves boxed into a dire situation.

I’m so glad i found my mate today by kittiegirl1616 [oneshot, 2123 words]

Pro-Hero Ground Zero has captured a villain when he senses his mate is nearby.

whatever you’ve done, just bury (+18) it by ikvros [complete, 3 chapters, 18.593 words]

He knows how Katsuki thinks, talks, and fights. He knows how he sleeps, how he eats, how he loves, and how he leaves. And he knows what knows what it means for Katsuki to come back; has washed the evidence from the sheets countless times, scrubbed the scent of him off his skin in the morning until it’s as red and raw as his heart.

Their home (+18) by Veradiciy [one shot, 2694 words] 

There was nothing wrong with parking the car inside their garage. Nothing wrong with turning off the ignition and locking the car while still inside. Not even when the sensory light of the garage had went out a minute later to leave darkness at its wake. Having sex comes naturally between a mated couple like Bakugou and Midoriya in the late night during the start of Midoriya's heat.

Please scent me by fleurown [one shot, words]

In which Deku needs a quick favor at a party and Katsuki can't deny such a cute face.

eternity by PepeermintLeo [one shot, 9.724 words]

Izuku was Kacchan’s partner, in every sense of the word. He ruled right next to Kacchan’s side, an alpha and an omega, leading Kacchan’s tribe against all sorts of odds. As well as his romantic partner, steady and solid by his side but giving when emotions called for it.

Uncertainty by SuperiorDragonLord [one shot, 5129 words]  

Izuku was getting worried. After a particularly rough rescue mission, Katsuki had yet to even have a full conversation with him. Tensions are running high and Izuku is starting to get tired of walking around on eggshells. When he finally decides to confront Katsuki about it things take a direction he hadn't been prepared for.

Devil in me (+18) by glamour_weebs [oneshot, 1699 words]

Katsuki's usually the one getting into fights over Deku when they go to the club, but this time, his Omega's the one that starts a fight over him, but he doesn't stop there. Deku's determined to mark his territory.

if you can’t find the moning light, i’m here tonight by yabakuboi [oneshot, 3488 words]

Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

Earned it (+18)by Morpheel [one shot, 6038 words]

Because within the illumination of lantern light stood a brothel’s worth of Omegas, all in various states of disarray, giggling and washing themselves without a care in the world to the army in their path.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Say it again by susurrxus [one shot, 7153 words // Part of the (incomplete) “Mina Ashido approve of this ship” series] 

Katsuki discoveres he doesnt quite oppose to being called Daddy... nor does he oppose to abusing his Omega until he's a sobbing whore on the teachers desk.

[piratewithvigor]

Out Of Sight, Out Of Our Minds: Chapter 1

Summary: After a freak accident lighting a stove, Hawkeye suffered severe flash burns that have left him blinded. Most people recover within a week or so, but as the days drag on, BJ becomes more convinced that Hawkeye isn’t most people.

Word Count: 2050

A/N: This is a birthday present for the wonderful @the--blackdahlia​ who inspired me to get back into a writing groove after months of inactivity. It’s a retelling of the season 5 episode “Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind”, so there will definitely be spoilers ahead.

BJ had never liked baseball all that much. He was a little too scrawny as a kid to play with the others and listening to games on the radio bored him senseless. That never stopped Peg from dragging him to Seals Stadium on the weekends he couldn’t come up with any work-related excuse. She’d been a fan ever since the AAGPBL had established a team in her hometown of Kenosha and though her loyalties changed upon her move to San Francisco with BJ, her craze for the game had never wavered. BJ never exactly wanted to spend his afternoons in a ballpark that was too hot and sunny, watching a game that always felt just a little too long, but watching Peg get so thrilled was worth the three dollars he spent on the tickets. 

Of course, it wasn’t late in the afternoon, nor was it warm, and he wasn’t seated in the plastic chairs of the ball park. It was nearly three in the morning, with a chill breezing through his tent in Korea and Peg wasn’t there making the sounds of baseball bearable. He’d heard Hawkeye mumble at Frank to turn off the radio at least a dozen times and no matter how firmly he pressed his thin pillow against his ears, information about the bout between the Dodgers and the Giants kept leaking in. It didn’t even seem like Frank actually cared who won. Just what the score was. He never cheered, not even the little hissed ‘yes’ when either team scored like Peg did. It sounded more like he was just listening to know. Especially when BJ heard the tell-tale scratch of a pencil against paper. Probably some kind of slimy scheme to get ahead in life, as Frank was known to do. But this late at night, BJ couldn’t bring himself to care. The only thing he heard that made him smile was the announcement of the 4-3 concluding score and the promise of a rebroadcast at noon. 

“Shut it off, Frank,” Hawkeye mumbled, pulling his thin blankets further over himself. “It’s 4-3 in the morning.”

“Stop dreaming and go back to sleep,” Frank shot back, switching off the little radio as he moved around in bed, assumedly trying to find a position on the cot that would retain body heat, but also fit between the limits.

“That makes good nonsense.”

BJ loved Hawkeye, really, he did, but the man had a serious problem with always needing the last word. 

Now that the static-filled broadcast had been shut off, the tent seemed almost quiet. Korea was never dead silent, BJ had learned, but he took what he could where he could get it. As long as they weren’t being actively fired upon and there were no choppers going overhead, it was quiet in his books. He was finally starting to doze off when the door to the Swamp opened and at least two pairs of feet scuttled in. BJ hoped to God they were just very large rats. Rats didn’t make much noise besides the occasional squeak of fright. 

“Hawkeye?”

Rats didn’t ask for doctors by name.

Rats.

“Wake up, Hawkeye, the stove in our tent went out.”

“Again?”

This wasn’t the first time the nurses had had issues with their stove this winter. It only happened once or twice when it first started getting cold, but when the winds got more violent, the stove seemed to be going out once a night. If BJ didn’t know any better, he’d think the nurses were just scheming to get Hawkeye alone in a room full of nurses and not have his wits about him. 

“It’s freezing in there.”

“It’s warm in here.”

“There are four of us.”

BJ nearly chuckled at the resignation in Hawkeye’s voice as he pulled off his blanket to stand. 

“I knew I should have gotten a bigger bed.”

“Could you people hold it down?” Frank piped up, his voice grating at BJ’s nerves. “I mean, show some consideration.”

“I don’t remember leaving a wake-up scream,” BJ grumbled. Consideration, his ass.

“Thanks, Hawkeye, you’re the only one who can fix it.” BJ was pretty sure that wasn’t true and given Hawkeye’s tired mutters of disdain, he felt safe in assuming the feeling was mutual.

“BJ?”

“Hmm?”

“If I’m not back in five minutes, don’t come get me.” If he wasn’t so tired, BJ might have chuckled. 

Out of the corner of his partially-opened eye, he watched the light above Hawkeye’s cot shut off and his roommate shuffle out of the tent behind two nurses who were bundled up as tightly as they could be to avoid what had to be a bitter chill outside. 

BJ stretched out a little as he turned onto his back to stare at the ceiling. Sleep was evading him all-too-rudely and likely would continue to until Hawkeye was back and snoring quietly. Ever since Peg and he had started sharing a bed all those years ago, BJ had begun to find it impossible to sleep without someone nearby. Frank was all the way across the tent and there was a stove between them; impossible to hear. He’d been worried coming over- there had been plenty of stories of what MASH units were like back home, but no details of the sleeping arrangements. He’d breathed an enormous sigh of relief when Hawkeye told him they’d be bunking together and an even larger one that evening when he realised his bunkmate snored loudly enough to drown out the distant sounds of gunfire. If he ever needed it, he just pretended the lanky man ten feet away was his beautiful wife, ten inches away. And if the homesickness was especially bad, he pretended Frank’s little fidgets during the night were Erin rustling in her crib. Sometimes it worked well enough to soothe him back to sleep. Other times, it left him in worse shape than he’d began. Korea had proven itself time and time again to be a lonely place, but knowing that he had people around him made it somewhat more bearable. 

Between the stove warming the air around his feet and the thoughts of his family swirling around his head, the sleep that had been struggling to overtake him was finally succeeding in pulling BJ’s eyes closed. Until an explosion close enough to shake him out of any sleep he could have gotten rang through the camp. That would have been plenty to set him upright and his heart racing, but it was the collective screaming that got BJ out of bed (thank God he’d had the sense to wear shoes to bed). He paused in his scrambling just long enough to throw on his bathrobe before bolting to the nurse’s quarters. Hawkeye was stumbling out of the tent as he arrived, palms pressed to his eyes and screaming, all the while surrounded by nurses who were screaming just as shrilly. As worrisome as it was, at least Hawkeye was still able to walk. Plenty of soldiers had come through their OR who never learned of such luxury. 

BJ reached him the same moment Colonel Potter did, but Potter, ever the leader, backed away from the forming posse to organise them. Flash burns were serious business and it was necessary to get Hawkeye to the OR as quickly as possible. BJ knew he heard Potter say something about an ophthalmologist, but it was hard to hear over Hawkeye’s screams of pain, the nurses’ screams of panic and the sound of his own heart pumping in his ears. 

The next few hours were a blur to say the least. The sleep deprivation was already messing with his head, but hearing Hawkeye in so much pain was what was really knocking BJ out of his rhythm. He’d never seen anyone in that much pain without there being a substantial amount of blood involved. As much as he hated it, BJ had grown comfortable with blood. It was easy to fix: if it was where it wasn’t supposed to be, he had to stop it from getting there. Sometimes that involved stitching, or removing parts that were too broken to be fixed, or just removing things that weren’t supposed to be there, but there was almost always blood. In this case, there was absolutely none. The closest thing to red was Hawkeye’s bathrobe and the toasted skin around his eyes. The worst part about the whole situation was that there was nothing he could do to help. He was no ophthalmologist- didn’t know anything about the inner workings of the eyes beyond what he learned in first year biology. 

BJ wasn’t sure how Radar accomplished it, but the ophthalmologist in question, Major Overman, arrived long before the sun was up and true to the reputation BJ had gathered of him, was swift in his examination and bandaging. It was awful, but the truth of the matter was that it was all there was to be done. Padding the eyes and wrapping a long length of bandage around the patient’s head so the padding wouldn’t move. It would let the eyes rest and after a week or so, if vision came back, everything would be okay. If not…

“How’s that feel?”

“Blind.”

BJ would have probably chuckled if the situation was different. The mood of the room seemed to express the same feelings. The Major didn’t even crack a smile.

“Okay, Hawkeye, you take it easy for a couple of days. I’ll be back Friday.” 

Nearly a week away. As nervous as he was, BJ could only imagine the terror Hawkeye was feeling. But he never showed it. Never showed it unless you knew him, that is. He always told jokes to keep the atmosphere lighter, but he laughed at them. There was no laughter here. Not even a smile. 

“Listen, one important question. Will I get to keep my nickname?”

“Let’s hope so.” The Major spoke for everyone there. They called him ‘Pierce’ often enough, That was different. Too impersonal. His name, but never his name.

“Just wondering if I should rent a seeing-eye dog or buy one.” The joking was getting weaker. Hawkeye was slowly accepting what had happened and it looked like everyone who had gathered around his cot could feel it too. 

“See you Friday.”

Major Overman packed his gear and was escorted out of the post-op by Potter, asking something about a General O'Reilly. If BJ hadn’t been so on-edge, he would have maybe even laughed at the idea of Radar being a General, let alone a General who was so mad that he scared a clerk into a rushed shipment of an ophthalmologist. But instead, he was leaning on the end posts of Hawkeye’s cot, watching a nurse yell her sympathies at him. There was something about the injured and sick that made people forget what their actual ailments were and caused them to be treated as invalids. Based on Hawkeye’s wince, it was clear his partner-in-crime was already feeling the sting of the different treatment. 

“You don’t have to shout, the sides still work.”

“We’re sorry,” she corrected herself, lowering her voice to a library-esque whisper.

“That’s alright. Next time, get a union man.”

“Hawk, if there’s anything you need…” It was generally said as a passing sympathy that didn’t really mean anything, but BJ wasn’t sure what else to say. He was a caretaker deep down and lord knew Hawkeye was going to need some help during the next few days.

“Well, if you’re going by the PX, you could get me a colouring book and some crayons.” Hawkeye’s head was angled towards him, but he wasn’t facing him by a long shot. Whether because it didn’t matter or because he didn’t care, BJ wasn’t sure. Nor was he sure he wanted to know the answer.

“I think you’re sick enough to qualify for the big box. I gotta go.” He was smiling, but BJ was sure Hawkeye could hear the worry in his voice. He tried to keep calm and carry on, no matter what the war threw, but this wasn’t something he could just walk away from. He wanted to be there.

“BJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Visit me a couple hundred times, will ya?” The request was small and quiet, almost desperate. 

“At least.”