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litanyrobin · 1 year ago

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Blue orangeade

An enthusiastic supporter of the LGBT+ community who liked to spread joy everywhere, and a bitter, whiny nerd who was a victim of Avengers 4: Endgame spoilers. How on earth had they fallen in love?

Tim sighs and chats about Bernard with Steph before their date.

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Tim entered, on his phone, the only conversation he bothered to answer every time he found a new message coming from it. He usually didn't get into his notifications until hours after he received them, sometimes it took him days or even weeks to do so. However, it was different with the person who had just spoken to him.

"Look, it's a cat with a mustache. uwu."

He couldn't help but grin like a fool as he read that attached to the picture of a cat, which indeed appeared to have a mustache, and he was quick to reply laughing at the screen before locking his phone again and setting it down on the table.

"But why did he have a mustache," he mused to himself, shaking his head. It's so cute.

"Who was that?" questioned the girl sitting across from him, his best friend, as he watched him curiously. Tim was not a real lover of social networks and rarely looked so goofy after checking them, he didn't pay much attention to them and only logged in when he was aware that one of the photographers and skaters he liked had made some eye-catching post. He wouldn't even answer him if he didn't insist too much. “Was he your boyfriend? Did he say something nice to you and that's why you look stupid?”

Tim sighed.

"I think I'm getting sick, Steph.

"I think so too." Tim gave her an annoyed look and she laughed. “I mean, I took you out of your room to stop you from whining about Harrison Wells’ death anymore, but Bernard sends you a message and suddenly I don't see you depressed anymore.”

"First of all, it's not Harrison Wells, Steph; he's from real life. The one who died was Tony Stark.”

"But I thought what they told you was that the STAR Labs guy died at the end?" the blond rebutted, looking at him in confusion.

Timothy exhaled heavily and hesitated between taking a swing at his friend or himself.

"No, Stephanie, it's the one from Stark Industries ? Do you really know nothing about the MCU?” Steph raised an eyebrow with obviousness, and he nodded. “Sure, why do I bother asking.”

"Leave it, what's second place then?”

"Secondly" resumed Tim, "I'm still sore about it, it's just Bern sent me a picture and…", he said and smiled with his eyes fixed on his hands on the table, “I don't know, it was just really cute.”

"Did he send you a picture of himself?" The opposite denied and Steph frowned. “I don't get it, then what was too cute?”

"The cat with a mustache.”

Stephanie's face became disfigured with confusion and she looked at Tim as if he had a complete stranger in front of her. When the other had mentioned being sick, she had agreed with him, thinking he was referring to the fact that he was in love; however, she was beginning to think that the boy really was, or worse, that he had been replaced by someone else. She didn't believe in aliens or any of those things Tim did before Superman and other alien heroes, but he couldn't help but let the idea that his friend had been supplanted by one come into his head. And the younger of the two had never had that kind of behavior with anyone other than Bernard, and getting used to Tim having those reactions for his boyfriend had already been difficult, so seeing him get excited over a silly picture of a cat just because Bernard was the one sending it to him was a bit shocking.

Tim was definitely too lovesick and it was worrying, namely, her friend used to be the cold one in the group! He had never really liked anyone and to see him so into that relationship of just a few months was surprising but, most of all, exciting. His friend was changing; the bitter nerd who used to complain when he saw Steph or another of his friends enjoying themselves with their partners because it was bad to eat in front of the poor , Tim's words, was now the one who behaved that way and proudly.

"But I always send you pictures of cats and you don't even react to them!” Steph complained.

Tim pouted his lips and shook his head.

"It's different.”

"What's different, Timothy Jackson?”, she pouted. “I stopped sending you cute pictures with phrases you considered too gay because you hated them, but Bernard always sends you pictures of animals that say I miss you and you receive them with a smile! That's being inconsistent.”

"No, that's changing…" he affirmed. “And the difference is that I like him, you don't.” He sighed. “Of course I miss him when we don't spend time together, and I like to know that he feels the same way, even if it's through pictures of cute animals with too many hearts in them. Besides, I don't like that kind of stuff if he's not the one sending it. I told you, everything is different if it's him.”

Steph put a hand to her chest in offense and looked disapprovingly at Tim. The truth was that she didn't care whether or not his friend reacted to her messages, she already knew what he was like; however, she also knew that he was short fused and liked to get on his nerves.

"To say I'm hurt is too little to express how I feel right now. Where was the friends before boyfriends ?”

"I don't know, how about asking Kara?" Tim ironized.

Steph exclaimed, plunging her hand even deeper into his chest and shook his head slowly. She raised his free hand and pointed her index finger at Timothy.

"We're talking about your betrayal, Drake, not mine.”

Tim let out a thunderous laugh and tapped Steph on the shoulder, drawing a slightly exaggerated groan from her that ended in laughter.

"You're right, Steph," he admitted, combing his black hair, "I know I'm changing and it scares me that I am. I mean, it's true, I've never been excited about someone's message before! Can you believe I was more disappointed that I couldn't see him for a week than I was about the fact that there may never be a fourth Iron Man movie?”

"I didn't understand the reference but I guess it was a major motion picture, so I do get the level of infatuation I think.”

Tim sighed in exhaustion, sometimes it frustrated him that his closest friend didn't understand his references. However, a small, almost imperceptible smile was painted on his lips as he remembered that Bernard also rarely understood his comments related to comics and movies because he preferred conspiracy theories about real facts instead of fictional ones.

"I'm just trying to say that I like him a lot, Steph. I feel as smitten as Doctor Brown in the third part of Back To The Future, when he decides to stay with his beloved Clara in the old west and…

Stephanie watched him expressionlessly and knew he had done it again. He bit his tongue and wrinkled his nose, it was inevitable for him to stray off topic and make comparisons (which to him seemed obvious) to subjects of his interest whenever he related how he felt. He thought it was easier to understand him that way, but he was wrong. He was highly intelligent, but also quite scattered.

"I'm sorry", he sighed for the umpteenth time and Steph mimicked him.

"Anyway, I guess I get your point. Bernard, you like him enough to compare your relationship with 80s movies and Image comics.”

"Marvel" corrected," and technically I haven't done any with…”

"Enough Timothy, I get the point.”

Tim pursed his lips and nodded.

Steph watched him silently for a few seconds taking advantage of his distraction as he played with his fingers under the table. She smiled to himself; she liked the new Tim, he was less bitter and a bit more cheesy, but not overly so. At least they could now have conversations about their love affairs without the need for the younger one to roll his eyes every minute or pretend to gag when he found it all too corny and sugary for him. The new Tim, the one in love, was more sensitive, and easier to deal with.

"What I'm trying to explain is that I'm scared of all this. Whenever I started dating someone, I always did it by imagining from the beginning how long we'd last or roughly when we'd end, but with Bernard it's all completely different, you know? I'm able to imagine a future with him, whether it's near or far. I can visualize us doing hundreds of things together, but I can't seem to think of an ending... I don't want to either. And it's scary! I've never felt like this before and it's really creepy.

"Oh, honey... " mused Steph with a hint of mockery in his tone of voice and grabbed Tim's hand across the table, "that's the gayest thing I've ever heard you say. You don't know how proud I am of you right now, Timmy.”

The boy gave her a disgusted look and roughly removed his hand from the girl’s grip. He exhaled with exaggeration and let his head fall hard on the table, causing a thud and leaving no imagination as to the pain he felt after his impulsive action.

"I've never felt so insecure being with someone before. I mean, I always felt like I was the one handling the situation at my whim as well as my feelings, but now it's like Bern is controlling me, I'm terrified of making him mad, that he'll get tired of me and want us to break up, that he'll realize how bitter I am and would rather look for someone as sweet and cute as him to match better. It's just that we're so different that I can't even explain how we ended up together!

"That's easy, silly. You guys are like... blue orangeade.

Tim raised his head from the table and looked at her with a pout. His face completely reflected the frustration he felt at that moment, but Stephanie just smiled and leaned her own head on her hands to look at him calmly.

"How so?”, he questioned between his teeth.

"You know", she said, shrugging his shoulders. "They're like colors that seem like total opposites but look good together. A strange combination, but perfect. You know?

"No”, Tim declared, and again dropped his head hard on the table. Surely he would get a bump later.

Steph sighed in frustration and folded her arms.

"Whatever, stop worrying about bullshit, dummy! It doesn't matter that you're different, I'm trying to tell you that it's your differences that make you look so good together.”

"You mean like I'd rather watch Sixth Sense while he wants us to watch Zootopia?", he asked with his face still glued to the table. "For things like that do we look good?”

Steph thought about it for a moment. Tim was stubborn, it was hard to talk sense into him when he was worried about something. He used to cling to those worries and let them eat away at him to the point of making him flinch and make bad decisions as a precautionary measure. So how could she explain to him that he had nothing to fear? Everyone could tell for sure that his relationship with Bernard was the most stable thing he'd ever had in his life and that little things like which movies each of them preferred wouldn't make them break up.

"Yes", she ended up saying. “Look, bestie, what do you do when you want to watch a movie together but prefer different genres?”

Tim sat up in the seat and looked to the side, putting together a coherent response.

"Well, if we use the same example... If Bernard wants us to watch a comedy or movies like Zootopia, surely that's what we'll do. I mean, I like those too, but I know he can't stand horror movies and he doesn't like sci-fi movies very much, he doesn't like to take science classes while he is watching a movie, haha. I can watch those by myself or with someone else, so I'm always seduced to watch what he wants… Anyway I like them too, it's not a problem. And I like to see him happy, so we're all happy in the end, right?”

Stpeh nodded with a smile. She looked calm; however, she suddenly stood up with a frown and pounded the table, shaking Tim.

"And what the hell are you worried about then!?”

"About he getting tired of me!" he exclaimed standing up as well, but Steph sat back down and he ended up imitating her as well.

"Why would he get tired of you if you indulge him in everything?"

“Because… I don't know.”

Tim's phone rang on the table and instantly they both fixed their eyes on the device. They both knew who the message was from; Tim was eager to answer because it was Bernard, while Steph was curious about what they were talking about. Was it just another picture of something fucking adorable that Tim had once looked at with disgust? Or could the two of them talk about serious matters as well?

"Answer", requested Stephanie.

Tim picked up the phone and checked the message, smiling almost as soon as he saw it. Of course it was Bernard, only this time he was wishing him a nice afternoon and warning her that he wouldn't be able to spend much time on the phone due to some business. Timothy replied with a sticker and an I love you.

An "I love you" Steph visualized clearly. Then she remembered something he had discussed with Tim after she broke up with his last boyfriend, before Bernard. To begin with, Tim had a hard time getting an affectionate phrase out of him, but now he was putting them out on his own as if it was the most natural thing in the world. With Bernard everything was flowing, no doubt about it. Steph couldn't help but be impressed with his best friend's changes.

“Timmers?”

"Yes?", he said, pushing his phone away and undoing the smile he had formed seconds earlier when he saw the message from his boyfriend.

"Have you and Bernard argued?”

Steph remembered perfectly why Tim's previous relationships had ended the way they did: lack of communication. (And lies, Tim hated lies but he had a lot of secrets.) His previous partner would go to his friends before him to talk about their problems. Tim hated that, how did he want them to fix things if they didn't even talk about their relationship? For the same reason he wondered if they had problems with Bernard. There were two options for why their relationship was going so well. The first, was that they were actually perfect and had no problems (which he doubted, they were both human); and the second, was that they talked things out. If the two of them understood each other and spoke their minds smoothly, surely their relationship could even go on forever. For his friend, after all, the most important thing in any kind of relationship was communication.

"Of course we have," Tim replied. “Or well, we've never really had an argument as such, but we've had problems. It's really just been stupidity or jealousy, but we always talk it out and come to a consensus. I love that about us, you know? We can always talk things out, we don't rush into things; and, when we do, we talk it out and work it out in the end too. Isn't that great?”

The blond leaned his cheek against her hand, elbow on the table, and sighed.

"All the more reason I don't know what you're worried about. You guys are an amazing couple. Blue orangeade, no doubt.”

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"I want to go to the beaaaach", commented Bernard, pouting without noticing.

He was holding Tim's hand, walking through a large park in the center of the city. Everyone could see them there, together and in love, but no one really paid attention to them. Besides, they were immersed in their own bubble which no one was able to disturb. Just the two of them and the sound of the birds in the trees, and the sound of the dogs barking all around them. (Tim was annoyed by the barking and scared of a dog pouncing on him if it passed too close, and he didn't like it when they started sniffing him; however, Bernard petted every animal that came near him and kept repeating how cute they were).

"I don't like the beach", Tim replied. Actually he used to say he hated the beach, there was nothing about it that he liked. The sand in his shoes, the heat burning his skin (he preferred the cold a thousand times, but Bernard differed from him), the sea breeze messing up his hair and the salt water soaking his feet… Uhm, no. He'd a thousand times rather be away in the mountains or maybe take a walk in the city. But his boyfriend loved the beach and every chance he got he repeated how much he loved it, always saying he wanted to go soon. Worst of all, Tim knew that he would spend the whole summer at a beach if it was with Bernard by his side, just to see him happy. (And he also knew that Bernard would accompany him camping in the mountains or in the countryside if Tim wanted to, he would also enjoy the city just by them being together).

"I know," he said, pouting. “You don't like the heat either, but you can't act bitter when the day is so nice!”

A nice day, for Tim, was one where the sky was falling with rain and autumn leaves were flying everywhere, where you didn't feel like going out of the house because you were sure to catch a good cold. For Bernard, however, was the opposite. He enjoyed the clear and warm days, and he also claimed that the doggies on the street suffered from the cold weather. Tim was oblivious for not thinking about it, but Bernard also understood that he was not a fan of animals except for cats.

"Don't fall down.” Was all Tim added as Bernard began to balance, without letting go of his hand, on the edges of the sidewalk. “It wouldn't be romantic to end our date at the hospital . And it's been so long since we've seen each other", he snorted.

Bernard rolled his eyes. His boyfriend was an exaggerator. He looked away from him and jumped down from where he stood. He had seen something that interested him.

"Oh, look! It's a unicorn piggy bank.”

Tim looked at him in disbelief as he pulled him to a display case near the edge of the park and restrained himself from laughing at his boyfriend for how excited he looked about the item he had just mentioned. What did he want something like that for? Nevertheless, Bernard read the product information on the box very carefully, as if it was an important remedy he had to buy if he didn't want to die.

"I thought you already had a piggy bank.”

"You don't get it," Bernard refuted. "This one rings when you toss a coin at it!”

"Bernard…”

"Shut up, I'll go buy it.”

Bernard entered the store leaving his boyfriend dumped outside and Tim just let out a sigh that ended up turning into a soft laugh. Bernard was fantastic, every bit of him.

They had met again at a peaceful demonstration during Pride month a few years ago. Bernard was actually participating in it with some friends and Tim was just using the same subway as them. Tim was gay, yes, but it had never appealed to him to come out as gay and march on behalf of those who were like him .

Bernard, for a change, was different. If there was something he felt a part of, he stood up for it. Sometimes Tim felt that his boyfriend supported just about every group out there: animal rights, pro-abortion, members of the LGBTQ+ community, and so on. He was quite amused, actually. His boyfriend was constantly championing these causes, while he looked at them with indifference and whined about petty things that bothered him on social media.

That was still going round and round in his head.. They were so, so, so different that it seemed strange that they would get along so well together. For example, Bernard was a cooking student who loved everything related to food and how you could demonstrate love through different dishes; while Tim was a multimedia design student and kept regretting his decision, plus he didn't see the good he was doing for society and kept feeling selfish next to Bernard.

And there were many other things in which they differed. Food preferences, colors, movies, music and so much more. Sometimes he liked to try to find tastes they shared, but it was so complicated that he ended up giving up the first time.

Bernard was all about positivity and Tim was all about bitterness, but if you thought about it far-fetchedly, Tim liked bittersweet. And they were, perhaps. A bittersweet mix or, as Steph had said, blue orangeade.

He laughed at the memory of the comment his friend had made to him days before. Blue orangeade, what was he supposed to mean by that?

"There, I got my piggy bank!", shrieked Bernard, walking out of the store with a bag in his hand.

Tim smiled. He indulged Bernard's every whim, yet he would never have bought him something like that. It seemed so ridiculous to him that he couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as he saw Bernard's dazzling smile as he walked out with the item in his arms.

"What are you laughing at, I'm going to hit you.”

Tim laughed louder and Bernard accentuated the pout on his lips.

"Nothing, it's just that your unicorn amuses me," he said, smiling. “It's getting late. Do you want to go see a movie at my house?”

Bernard undid his pout and smiled with raised eyebrows.

"Are you inviting me to watch Netflix so that when we get there you can tell me that you don't actually have Netflix, but that we're going to fuck? Because if so, I accept.”

Tim let out a laugh.

"No, I was actually planning to say that I lied to you and that we would actually watch all the Marvel movies in chronological order. I already found Endgame bootlegged.”

"I refuse!" Bernard said at once. “I don't want to have you pouting over a man in metal armor. Not again. I already put up with you once over the phone after you went to see him at the movies.”

"But I'll put up with you crying over anything!” Bernard stuck out his tongue teasingly and started to laugh, but Tim frowned and pulled him close to him to catch him in a hug and give him a kiss on the lips to stop teasing. They both ended up smiling.

"All right. Then we'll watch The Hobbit, shall we?", he asked teasingly.

"Leave me out of your sappy stuff", he demanded.

"Do you prefer The Lord of the Rings?”

Bernard made a frightened face and denied.

"Which of the Marvel ones will we see first? Iron Man? I like Iron Man. Or how about Star Wars? That's also one of your sappy tastes, but it's less sappy than The Hobbit.”

Tim started laughing again and pulled Bernard close to him again to fill his face with little kisses. He really adored that boy, everything about him.

Steph was right: he was worrying about stupid things. It was impossible for them to break up, Tim wouldn't allow it. Bernard was the best part of his life and the only thing that brought him a happiness he was unable to describe in words. What did it matter if they were absolutely nothing alike? They were different from each other and that was what made them special. What made their relationship special.

They were blue orangeade, there was no doubt about it. Complementary colors that seemed totally different from each other, but together they were the most precious combination of all. They were good for each other and that would never change.

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realcube · 4 years ago

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speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked

he shook his head, keeping his lips together

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’ he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more

Kentarō Kyōtani

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

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avenging-criminal-bones · 3 years ago

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After All This Time || Chapter Five

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 2,146

Chapter Summary: Anger. And harshness, maybe feelings. I haven't decided yet so I guess you'll have to just read to find out.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: angst?, asshat hotch again, sad feels

A/N: Guys, I'm like legitimately so sorry that this chapter took so long. It's not even that I've been all that busy. I definitely did go to California for two weeks, but after that I think I just got lazy? Had writer's block? I don't know. But New chapter is UP.

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You come to eleven hours later, the first thing that you hear being the steady beep of a monitor.

The hospital.

It smells... white, the cleanness of it making you scrunch your nose. Still not having opened your eyes, you sense the brightness, almost making you not want to at all.

However, you knew how hospital visits work. When Reid was injured, the whole team was there waiting for him to wake up. With that push, that you had people waiting for you to wake up, you opened your eyes.

Everything was too bright at first. You felt your lips fall into a grimace and joked aloud, "You guys don't need to be so quiet, she lives."

There was no response, and as your vision cleared up, the wind was knocked out of you like a punch to the gut.

Empty.

The whole room was empty. Aside from you and the TV, there was no talking. There were no people.

For a moment you thought that you were dead. Or maybe dreaming, because who wakes up from a seemingly severe injury with no support system? With no friends.

You hear your heartbeat speed up before you feel it, but boy do you feel it when it hits.

The monitor must send an alert to the nurses' station or something because shortly after, a small, black-haired woman rushes into the room.

"Agent L/N? Are you alright, is there any-,"

"I just- where- did my- wh-where is my team?" The stutter surprised you and you sat up fast, not realizing how prominent the pain in your abdomen was until it was too late. You let out a soft gasp, but looked at the nurse to hear an answer.

"Oh, uh, honey... I asked as they left and the tall, broody one said that there was an emergency." She walked up to you and turned a dial on your IV machine, gently asking you to lay down again.

You complied, not fully paying attention. Your mind was somewhere else; thinking about the harshness of your team, but you had to assume that this was Hotchner's doing.

"You alright, sweetie," the kind nurse asks, her name is Monica.

You nod slowly, your head feeling a lot lighter than it had when you woke up. "Yeah. I'm okay. Um, before you go can you hand me my phone?"

She nods, looking at you for where, and you gesture to the bag that's slightly out of your reach. Monica hands you both the phone and its charger, pointing to an outlet on the wall behind your head.

Nodding in thanks, you plug the charger into the wall and watch the kind nurse leave before unlocking your phone. You see immediately that you have five missed calls from your mother, and after further searching, you notice messages from Emily, JJ, and Penelope. JJ's was the most recent, so you open hers first.

JJ (BAU) 43 minutes ago.

Hey Y/N, In case you wake up before we get back, Hotch called our debrief meeting, so we all went back to the precinct. Sorry, hon.

xoxo JJ and the Girls

You didn't register the tears until they were falling down your cheeks. You sighed a bit and replied to JJ's message with a short, 'got it'.

As soon as you pushed the 'send' button, the door to your room opened again and your entire team rushed in.

Well, most of the team.

Really, everyone except one person.

You were quick to wipe your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. JJ walked to the chair beside your bed and sat down, giving you the most gentle hug as she did.

"Did you get my message? Are you feeling okay? Do you need a nurse, any water?"

"JJ, you're momming her," Derek joked as he bent to give you a hug. "For real though, you feelin' alright, lil mama?"

You nodded, sending him a tight-lipped smile as Emily walked over to the other side of your bed, bringing Penelope with her on a video call.

Spencer even came by, but he looked relatively uncomfortable and stayed by the door.

Waving at him a bit, you say, "You can come in you know. I won't bite."

"I know, Y/N. I was just worried. Statistically speaking, you survived on an off-chance. The ratio was close to 83:17, and the bullet entered your abdomen in-"

"I get it Spence. I should be dead," you pause slightly seeing everyone's wide-eyed look at your bluntness, "BUT I didn't die, so everyone can stop looking at my like I'm going to break and just settle." You chuckle a bit and sigh as you see the rest of the team besides Spencer nod their heads or visibly relax their shoulders.

"You're right, kiddo," Rossi says quietly, "You're okay, and we can celebrate that."

"Thanks, Rossi." Smiling, you lean into his hand, which was cradling the side of your face for a moment. "Can someone get Hotchner please? I had some words that I'd like to have him hear."

JJ places her hand on your arm then and says, "Y/N, maybe that's not the best idea right now."

"No," you shake your head and make eye contact with her, "That's exactly what I need right now."

"Y/N..."

"Spencer, can you go get him please? He's just sitting out in the lobby, correct?" You snap a little harsher than you meant to.

The boy stutters a bit, but eventually nods his head and walks out of the room. The rest of the team shares a look before also walking out, giving you space for when your boss comes in.

Sitting up straighter in the bed, you even your mouth into a thin line just as Hotchner walks in the room.

"Am I off the clock right now, sir?" You don't miss the way his eyes flash to your lips but you choose to ignore it.

He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, "Say what you need to say, agent."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Calling the debrief not only at a time where one of the team members can't make it, but when the team member is in the hospital with a GSW wound." Your voice rises steadily as you continue talking, but you have more to say. "Not only that, but you couldn't even be bothered to make sure I was okay when the debrief was over?" Subconsciously, you recognize the switch from a third-person mindset to a personal one, but you pay it no mind.

"Agent L/N, you-"

"No. You will call me Y/N, and I will be calling you Aaron. We aren't on the clock right now and you don't deserve my professionalism," the heart monitor spikes in tempo, and you throw the blanket off of your lap.

He quirks an eyebrow at you as you command him, but nods his head slightly, letting you be in control for the moment. "Go ahead, Y/N. You get whatever irrational anger you have towards me out in the open and we can deal with the consequences later."

"I left EVERYTHING for this job, Aaron. I left my mom, who never stopped grieving a lost son, I left my job there thinking this would be better, and I lost friends and people who actually cared about my well-being. People who wouldn't leave one of their own in an unknown hospital to wake up by themself, not sure if they were even actually alive since there wasn't anyone with them." You saw Aaron flinch with everything that you listed, but you didn't care. He needed to hear it. "So yeah, Aaron. I get to be angry, and you don't get to tell me it's irrational, because this is the most rational I think I've been this entire year."

"Y/N. You put not only yourself, but me, and the rest of the team in danger yesterday. Excuse me if I don't want to see you and be around you while you're in the hospital." Really, if burned Aaron to his core that he couldn't reach over and tuck the stray piece of hair behind your ear, because right now that's what he wanted to do. Except it's inappropriate and he's not sure you'd let him within three feet of you.

"NO! You see, that's not how it works. Are you telling me that if you saw a little boy with a gun trained on them, you wouldn't have done the exact same thing?" Hot tears fill your eyes, but you don't wipe them. You almost hope that him seeing you cry will make him feel bad, if even just a little.

Glancing at the way his jaw was set and how he clenched his fists in his lap, you knew he was struggling to keep his cool, so of course you pushed harder.

"What if it was Jack, Aaron."

"Dammit, L/N, it wasn't Jack. It was just some boy that we couldn't save. We shouldn't have been able to save him. You didn't use the training you had, and you didn't use the rational part of your brain. As terrible as that sounds, and trust me, I never want to lose a victim, if you had used the training from the bureau, we wouldn't have saved him. " Aaron stands up and paces the length of the bed then, feeling your eyes following him the whole time.

You shake your head as you let your gaze fall to your lap. "I wasn't going to let him die again... I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

Aaron's eyebrows furrow a bit and he looks at you with angry curiosity in his eyes, "Again? What do you mean by that?" That's when Hotch remembered earlier when you mentioned her mother who lost a son. "Y/N, did your brother... No. Actually, I'm sorry, just forget I said anything,"

There was a dark anger in your eyes as you shook your head. "No, Aaron. Ask me. Ask me this one question, and then reassess your profiling of me."

His gaze turned steely as he squared his shoulders again, showing no emotion in his voice as he spoke. He almost felt like the best way to approach you right now was as if you were the unsub.

"Was your brother murdered, Y/N?"

Dropping your head, you feel the tears burning in your eyes again and you nod. "He was only five. He had his whole life ahead of him. You'd think a child would be safe with a group of nuns or a priest, but no. Not even them. He was branded with a cross before he was killed and it's just unfair."

Aaron starts to walk closer to your bed, seeing the devolving pattern of your breathing, "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I-"

"No. Aaron, just, please go. I'll catch a flight home when I'm allowed to fly again, so you guys just go home and I'll figure it out. I mean, that's what I did when I was waking up by myself, right? Go ahead and fire me if you need to, suspend me, I don't care anymore, but I'll come back when the hospital says it's safe." You take a deep breath and watch as he turns away.

He gets all the way to the door before he turns back around and says, "What was his name."

"Joey."

Hotch nods and walks out of the door, remembering that the final victim, the one that you saved, was named Joseph.

After the encounter with Hotch you fell asleep. The heavy medication and the anger in your head knocked you out easily. You were asleep for a few hours, but you woke up when your pain medication wore off.

You noticed that your work phone had a few notifications, so you sat up a bit and looked through them.

There were two that stood out to you. The first one was a notification that read "Hotchner (Asshat) has added you to the group 'BAU Team'". The second was his message in that group chat.

Hotchner (Asshat) 2 hours ago

Hey team, change in plans. We will be staying here until Y/N gets cleared to fly. It should only be a couple of days and I know we were planning on flying out tonight. Sorry, Thanks.

As soon as you liked his message, your texts were blowing up from Emily. She was saying stuff about how "he totally likes you", and about, "you had a rough time on this case".

Also, apparently Derek saved all of his sarcasm for when Hotch got back, and the thought made you smile.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds x reader #angst #sadness #talk of child death

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mariesocuniverse · 4 years ago

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Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

#24th member of nct #nct 24th member #nct female oc #nct female addition #nct au #kpop female addition #nct addition #nct dream female addition #nct dream female member #nct 127 female addition #nct 127 female member

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maadorii · 4 years ago

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you’re gonna wanna be my best friend— y. itadori x gn! reader

max.note’s: this is my child, my baby and i love it. probably my favorite fic i’ve ever wrote uwu i think the ending is bit rushed but that’s i was writing this at 4am (i’m also trying out a new layout-ish so yea)

synopsis—where you and Itadori came up with the greatest, yet stupidest idea in your lives: getting married to lower your tuition cost. what could go wrong? well, there’s getting caught by the government, and then there’s potentially falling in love with your best friend.

warning/tags: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, characters aged up (18+), high school/college au, modern au, fluff & crack, megumi is the only one with a working brain cell

w. count— 3.1k

“yuuji, what’re we gonna do!?” you exclaimed, pacing around the open space of said boy’s bedroom. itadori groaned loudly from his spot on his bed, tugging at the skin underneath his eyes with him.

looking down at the bright, bold red letters of the opened email on your phone screen, you internally cried to yourself, because… fuck. this is what all the hard work all four-years of high school led up to?

25, 580 dollars worth tuition left to pay, out of pocket.

“i don’t fucking know. ...wait, do you think megumi would have an answer?” he perked up at his own, and quite frankly, idiotic idea like an excited puppy. if you squint you can see a tail wagging behind him. turning around to look at the pink headed boy, you practically leaped across the room to slap him repeatedly upside his head.

“ow– hey... ouch! what the fuck?!” itadori whined, lifting his arms up to shield himself way from your merciless assault. “yuuji, are you dumb? we cannot, for the love of god, ask megumi. he’ll probably tell us to apply for a loan or something.” you snapped.

“we’ll do that then, it can’t be that hard.”

“have you seen your credit? there’s no way we're getting approved for a loan.” you exasperated as you folded your arms across your chest, plopping yourself down next to itadori. and the both of you were left to sit in condemning silence that laid itself like a thick, winter blanket over you. itadori could’ve sworn he heard the gears turning in your head because of the stark silence.

you suddenly gasped, jumping to your feet. it was almost like a lightbulb went off on the top of your head. itadori gaped at you as your eyes lit up like stars, turning to him, it was your ‘aha’ moment. the biggest smile he’s ever seen on your face. he couldn’t help the tinge of nervousness settle in the pit of his tummy, probably for good reason.

“here me out– what if we got married?”

you and itadori meet in the lunchroom on the first day of school your freshman year of high school.

to say you meet by pure coincidence is actually a perfect explanation to describe what really went down. you remember how you sat alone at the lunch table, scrolling through your phone on social media when all of a sudden a rather energetic boy with pink hair crashed into your table. face planted in your bowl of greek yogurt. and it was the fancy kind too.

the cafeteria around you erupted in laughter at the... spontaneous display happening before you. and although you wanted to laugh (in all honesty, it was funny), the boy below hasn’t moved an inch. truthfully, you were worried.

“hey, um, are you okay?” you asked, nudging the top of his head. itadori didn’t show any sign of getting up. you nudged him a little harder, shaking his shoulder. with a gurgled grunt, itadori lifted his head from the bowl and the first thing that caught your eye was the crimson colored blood smeared along the stark white of the yogurt. there was a delirious look in his eye as if he wasn’t completely there in the real world. the laughter has long since died down, only a few strangers coming up to the table to record the aftermath.

when itadori came to, he peered up at you through his yogurt clumped eyelashes and he felt his heart tighten considerably in his chest.

“you okay? you’re... bleeding, a lot.” you asked again, gesturing to the entirety of his face. he didn’t say anything as he wiped around his nose, seeing the blood covered dairy. he looked mortified, now catching onto the stares and cameras by nosy teenagers being shoved in his face. reacting quickly, you reached out to one his unoccupied hand, gently guiding him in the direction of the nurses office. your footsteps echoed as you walked down the empty hallway, itadori following close behind you. neither of you said anything during the trip, nor when you entered the nurse’s office. it wasn’t until you had a warm wash rag against itadori’s cheek, wiping away the food and blood mixture, that he finally said something.

“i’m... sorry, for ruining your lunch...” you stopped in your tracks, left to ponder in your thoughts. he’s sitting here with a busted lip and a shattered dignity... and he’s apologizing for face planting in your yogurt?

“hey, you have bigger things to worry about. so, what’s your name?” you continued to wipe at his face, waiting for him to reply.

“yuuji itadori.” and you saw the slightest glimpse of a smile tugging at the corner of his rosy lips. you returned the smile, teeth showing.

from then on, you two were joined at the hip. there wasn’t anything you didn’t do together.

there was something about itadori that brought out the inner child in you. he was sweet, loyal and compassionate. he was a lamp to a moth– hard to resist. hard to ignore. he was your first taste of an easy going life, being able to enjoy being a kid.

on the other hand, you were the foundation he needed. you were open minded, authentic and grounded. you were the first thing in itadori’s life that felt stable. obtainable. your ambition turned into his drive; he wanted to be by your side for as long as possible.

you both were something– somebody, each other needed the most. it’s like what they say: the best people in your life come when you need them the most.

“are you two dumb or something? now, i expect this kinda thing from yuuji, but not you.”megumi quipped, left eyebrow arched in concern as he gestured towards your direction with his pencil. nobara in a similar state next to him, working on the worksheet the teacher handed out earlier. it was currently mid-way through the school day, you, itadori, megumi and nobara sat at your assigned table in statistics. it’s been about a week since your discussion with itadori about your... rather brilliant idea.

“well, that’s harsh.” itadori grumbled, flipping him off. megumi snorted as he returned the gesture. “okay, now listen! they’re explaining the thingy.”

you cleared your throat, sitting up straight to try to make yourself look dignified. “when applying for financial aid, if you’re married, we’ll be considered an independent on the document. meaning? more money!”

“okay, well that’s great and all but, you do know you’ll be responsible for each other legally? as in, medical and money expenses. what would you do if either one of you dies? ” megumi questioned. you chuckled, wrapping your arm around itadori’s neck. “i’ve been legally responsible for him since freshman year, what’ll be the difference?”

megumi rolled his eyes, burying his head in his hands. “god, you’re both so helpless.”

“you know what megumi? i hope both sides of your pillow are warm when you go to sleep tonight.” itadori gasped in shock, hand reaching up to grip the cotton fabric of the shirt he was wearing. nobara snickered behind her hand to which megumi prompted to shift in her direction, whispering something along the lines of “don’t encourage them!”

“(y/n)! you did not just say that!?”

“i sure as hell did. and i’ll say it again!” you snapped your fingers, jutting out your hip. “and they’ll say it again!” itadori said, copying your actions.

megumi and nobara only watched in pity as the two of you continued to embarrass yourself in the middle of the classroom, other classmates turning to catch a peak of the commotion.

“wait, i got one, i got one! ahem, i hope you pour yourself a nice, big bowl of cereal of— what do you eat? apple jacks? only for there to be no milk!”

you sputtered out a laugh, pounding your fist on the table. itadori was loud with laughter as well, body slung over the back of the chair.

megumi sighed, picking up his pencil to erase a mistake he spotted on his paper. he watched as the eraser smudged the lead on the paper instead of actually erasing it. watching the scene unfold before you, wheezing out another laugh, and clutching on to your stomach for relief.

“shut the fuck up, the both of you.”

graduation was only a month away.

teachers were cramming review lessons left and right. completing any last minute work to turn in. senior activities, trips, prom, and getting ready for what was to be the biggest day of your life. where all your hard work and putting up with the shitty ass public school system for 13 years will finally pay off.

at least that’s how they make it seem.

itadori was currently sitting in megumi’s living room, sprawled out on the floor like a starfish. his political science textbook laid open next to him. he’s been unusually quiet this afternoon, megumi noted when he would glance up from his own textbook in his lap.

“hey, yuuji? something the matter?”

itadori didn’t respond right away, instead, he shifted himself closer to megumi to lay his head on the other boy's lap. caught surprised by his actions, megumi tried to shove his head off but itadori being the stubborn man he was wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“god, you’re so annoying—“

“then why are you still friends with me?” his words were quick and sharp like a kitchen knife. and megumi had to take a second to pause. “is this what this is about?” itadori still hasn’t said anything, his body curling in on itself. eventually, he shook his head no.

“alright... then what’s wrong?”

megumi watched as itadori twiddled with fingers, reluctant to share his feelings with the other male. you see, the thing is that although megumi and itadori have been friends since middle school, they found it hard to share each other's feelings. especially megumi. they’ve always been the “i don’t know how to talk about my feelings so let me enjoy your company for a while?” type of friends. except for that one time.

“it’s just... i’m not so sure if i want to marry (y/n) anymore...” megumi could barely hear what itadori said, but he caught it. and color him surprised. “have you finally come to senses that it’s a stupid idea?”

“no, it’s not that–” megumi sighed internally, “–it’s just, what if our relationship changes after it’s finalized? we planned to do it after graduation a-and– it’s just a really scary thing to think about.” itadori’s voice began to warble, and megumi could feel his body tremble as the boy beneath tried to hold in his tears.

in all the years they’ve known each other, itadori has only cried once in front of him. and that was the night of his 16th birthday. because itadori didn’t come from the best home, and at the time, only megumi knew of such disclosed information.

“they said it themselves, you guys have always taken care of each other. so why do you think it’ll change things?” he gently tried to coax itadori into calming down, his hand stroking the soft tufts of his hair. thumb caressing his buzzcut. itadori sniffed, and megumi can hear the disgusting sound of snot being sucked back in his nostrils, but he refrained himself from reacting.

“b-because, i just don’t want my feelings to get in the way, ya’ know? this is simply supposed to be platonic, but it isn’t anymore. at least for me.”

and right then and there, megumi’s suspicions were confirmed. itadori did have feelings for you. more than what a best friend should have. “your feelings? and what might these feelings be, yuuji?”

“that i want to spend a very long time with them, by their side. but not as their best friend. something more than that.” he let out a shuddered exhale, and the room was engulfed with silence. megumi took this time to process what itadori said, the last four words resonating in his mind.

something more than that.

megumi shifted itadori’s body off his, moving to sit up on his own. and that’s when he saw his face for the first time; his red-brimmed eyes and how the tears clumped his willowy eyelashes together. the tremble in his lips because, damn, he’s trying so hard to hold it in.

he didn’t have anything to say– there wasn’t much to say to begin with, but megumi wrapped his arms around itadori in a hug. he felt him relax against his body, taking in the cool scent of his sweater.

“it’s okay to be scared, yuuji, but i believe... you’re smart enough to make the right decision.”

standing underneath the blazing summer heat, you stood in front of the court house waiting for itadori to show up. today was supposed to be the day, where you and itadori were to be married. it’s been thirty minutes and no itadori in sight. which is unlike him considering that he is, surprisingly, very punctual. he hasn’t even responded to any of your texts or calls, which also isn’t very much like him.

but those thirty minutes turned into an hour, that soon turned into two hours.

and to say you were angry, was a complete understatement. you were livid. and that’s how you found yourself banging on itadori’s front door, ignoring the stares of the noisy next door neighbor peeping through their window.

“yuuji! open the fucking door! i know your ass is in there, i can see your minecraft lamp turned on from your window.” you shouted, breathing heavily through your nose. there wasn’t an immediate response, only dead silence, which prompted you to raise your fist to go another round of beating up the door until the faint sound of footsteps reached the door. opening with a creak.

there stood the man of the hour, yuuji ita- fucking- dori.

“there you are! dude, what the hell happened? why didn’t you show up at the courthouse today? did you forget or...” you were quick to jump the gun, bombarding him with questions left and right.

“no... i didn’t forget.” was his reply, eye downcast to look at his sock clad feet. anywhere but your face right now.

“then what yuuji? what could’ve been so important that you decided to just forget?” you flayed your arms around like a mad man, the anger rolling off your body in waves. you knew that you weren’t necessarily being fair to him right now, you can tell by his stand-offish attitude since opening the door. but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

itadori was reluctant to answer, his legs wobbly with the anxiety running rampant in his system. he was tempted to say sorry and be done with this, but then he remembered megumi’s words.

...you’re smart enough to make the right decision.

“because... because this isn’t a good idea anymore.” now you’re more confused than angry.

“what do you mean this isn’t a good idea anymore,” you asked, placing your hand on your hip. “that's not what you said 4 months ago.”

itadori sighed, starting to feel the twinge of annoyance in the tips of his fingers. he was starting to regret his choice of words. “i know what i said 4 months ago. but now 4 months later, i’ve changed my mind.”

you wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t muster a bubble of it in your system. was he for real right now?

“oh really? and why do you say that?”

“it’ll change everything.” the reply was short. straight to the point.

“what? no, it won’t! don’t be silly, we’ll still be best friends!” you try to muse, but itadori wasn’t budging. his face was disdained, detached from the world. the answer was sitting on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t ready to say it. especially in front of you.

taking in his physique, your mind started to slow. you didn’t want to go there but you couldn’t help it. it was only natural, right?

he’s been off putting since the graduation ceremony two weeks ago. he was so bright and happy that day, shoving his diploma in megumi’s face a numerous number of times. you remember the scream he let out when your name was called to walk across the stage of the arena. how embarrassed you felt as you did so, but a twinge of giddy happiness filled your chest. because he was calling out your name. your heart always did leap with joy when his attention was on you, and only you. the way he had you wrapped around his finger, without him even knowing. it takes you back to when you two first met, how you were so captivated by his amber eyes. the sudden urge to be there. to always be there and to be more.

so... “do you not like me anymore? is this what this is about now?” it came out a whispered, and itadori was shocked nonetheless. now what were you talking about?

“what, no! of course i still like you!” you almost laughed at how quickly he responded.

“then why? why did you–”

“i just didn’t want to make things awkward between us! i didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my... stupid feelings.” glancing up, you can see the slightest tint of pink on the roundness of his cheeks. awkward? ruin?

you took a step forward, your hand reaching to hold his. kindly, thumbing his knuckles with your thumb. the way he always liked it.

“yuuji, your feelings are never stupid. i’m your best friend–” with a frustrated huff, itadori ripped his hand away from yours.

“but that’s the thing though! best friend this and best friend that– what if i don’t want to be your best friend anymore, hm? what if–” make the right decision, “what if i want to be more than that?”

more than that?

“you want to be more than friends? is what you’re saying.” itadori can almost feel himself shit his pants.

that giddy feeling that always erupted whenever you were around him expanded ten fold. you’ll be damned: your best friend of four and a half years, was in love with you. the smile that you struggled to fight bloomed with mirth on your face. and itadori followed suit, reaching out to hold your hand once more.

not much needed to be said, the smile on your face was enough for him to put it all together. for once, he was actually smart enough to make a decision. a good one at that.

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years ago

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Chapter twenty: The Dance

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, Oikawa being a complete ass, physical violence, angst

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Third Person Pov 9:30pm

Oikawa pulled into the y/l/n’s house. He exited his car as he approached the door. He did a quick reflection check and pushed his hair around and fixed his suit.

“You’re a hottie, you got this, tonight IS the night.” He said to his reflection. He then knocked on the door. At first there was no answer. So he knocked again. He pulled out his phone and tried to call Mei on it, but just to his luck, no response. The door opened but the sisters father was left standing in front of him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, we met once,”

“I remember, that teen boy who smells like a teen sex magnet.” He cut Oikawa off.

“Umm okay… Is Mei home?” He asked, trying to ignore his previous comment on his smell.

“No and if she was I still would not let her out with you again.”

“Sir I assure you I am a good guy who just wants to treat her right.”

“I see your kind everyday in the hospital I work at. The type to get someone pregnant and then run while they are giving birth and never look back.”

“That is oddly specific, but I must assure you I am not interested in that stuff right n-” Before Oikawa could finish his sentence the door was slammed in his face.

“Okay wow that was rude.” He said to himself walking down the front steps back to his car. He checked his phone for more time before leaving. Atsumu had sent him an image. Oikawa opened it only to see Mei and Yamaguchi dancing together, holding onto one another even. He felt himself get angry. He tossed his phone aside and pulled out of the driveway heading to the dance.

At the dance already- Third person pov

Tendou walked up to the door with his arm entangled with Y/n’s. He seemed to be a little nervous. Nothing anyone could see upon first glance, but definitely something the other monsters were aware of. Tendou swallowed a lump in his throat as they entered inside, to look over the dance floor.

“Do you wanna dance?” Y/n said louder then she normally would speak to him.

“Yeah let’s do it babe.” She seemed to not even notice the nerves he was dealing with.

They made their way down to the dance floor and Tendou did the best he could to Oikawa and his goons at this time. Not seeing Oikawa yet he assumed it was safe for now, but seeing Yamaguchi dancing with Y/n’s younger sister, he could only guess Oikawa would be angry with them and him. Tendou was not afraid of Oikawa in any way, but he was afraid he would tell y/n before he got a chance to tell you himself.

Just as y/n was laughing and staring up at Tendou with the utmost love, a slow song started to play.

“I hate slow songs at dances,” She began to say, “They make me feel like I’m the main character of some cheesy ass romance movie.”

“Well you are.” He said back as she leaned down, resting her head on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” She said just loud enough for him to hear.

“You are the main character in my romance story.” Her body stiffened with this remark as he leaned down leaving a kiss on her forehead. “You don’t have to worry, you know me Y/n. You can trust me, I promise.” Just as he was finished saying that the song ended and he saw Oikawa as he rushed through the crowd heading right up to her younger sister.

Tendou pulled you away,

“Can we go get some air in the room over there? It’s just a bit hot in here that's all.” Y/n nodded her head in agreement as she followed close behind. She never let go of his hand the whole way there.

Still on the dance floor, Mei and Yamaguchi were having a wonderful time. Oikawa grabbed Yamaguchi harshly as he ripped him apart from Mei.

“What the fuck Mei!” He shouted. People around them moved back to either give more space or witness the drama unfold.

“Oikawa go away! I am not interested in you anymore!”

“Did your bitch sister tell you more lies about me?” He asked as she reached up and slapped him as hard as she could.

“YOU BITCH!” He shouted as Yamaguchi pushed her behind him. Tsukishima and Shirabu showed up in perfect time to stand next to Yamaguchi, knowing how intimidated Oikawa would become. He looked Mei directly in the eyes and yelled,

“That's fine. You were an expensive whore anyways. You weren't worth my time or money. Have fun being a nobody the rest of your life bitch.” Before anyone knew what was happening, Yamaguchi threw a fist and connected it directly to Oikawa’s face. “What th FUCK!” He said as he tossed a punch right back into Yamaguchi’s stomach, knocking him onto the cold floor.

“You dick!” Mei said. She then punched Oikawa hard in the eye. “That’s for Yamaguchi,” She then punched him again. “That’s for y/n.” Next she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in a hunched over position, kneeing him in the balls, “And that’s for me asshole!” On that note he fell to the floor. Atsumu and Iwaizuimi came and helped him up and after a minute he was fine. He got the two guys to follow him on the hunt for Tendou.

In the other room of the dance, Y/n and Tendou were doing your own thing and having a great time. The two of you laughed as you rested on the railing that looked down on the floor below.

Oikawa entered the room, his two goons as Tendou called them, following right on his trail. He noticed the two about to kiss as he then spoke up.

“What the absolute fuck Tendou!”

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to?” Tendou said back, already in front of you as to protect you.

“I didn’t pay you to take out this psycho bitch for her whore sister to come with someone else.” Y/n’s head snapped into Oikawa’s direction.

“Fuck off Oikawa.” He said, noticeably angry at that point.

“What the fuck does he mean pay you?” Y/n asked Tendou.

“Oh you didn’t think this was real did you Y/n? You really think anyone would willingly go out with you without being paid did you?” Oikawa asked with full intent to hurt coming through his words adding a conniving laugh to the end of his words.

“He’s lying right Satori?” You asked, voice on the verge of being broken then.

“I-” Tendou stuttered, he took a deep breath before he carried on.”I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did Y/n.”

“So it’s true?” She no longer attempted to hide her tears in that moment. She turned to run away as Tendou grabbed her wrist.

“Please, let me explain first?” He asked her.

“Go to hell Satori!” She said as she ripped her arm from him and ran down the stairs.

Tendou turned to the three guys who had just remained still in front of him.

“You three have just made some powerful enemies.” Tendou stated as he pulled out his phone. The other three fled as they knew the Monsters were now on their way there.

As for y/n, she called Shirabu who had grabbed the other and took her home in Tsukishima’s car. They all sat around y/n’s room after they had just changed from their fancy clothes. Y/n sat in the windowcell, with her head rested upon the glass. She looked out upon the moonlight wondering how such a thing could come to be.

Y/n felt a buzz on her phone as she picked it up. She didn’t recognize the number but the message read;

I know I messed up but I just want to talk to you, please.

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An: I have been honestly so excited to write this part and the ones after for some time now UwU

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hopelesshawks · 4 years ago

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Official Accounts Part 36- Fight Club Shit

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

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“Wait, wait, wait what did you think they were planning?” Mina laughs. “I’m not gonna keep rehashing the story if everyone’s gonna keep laughing at me,” you protest. “I believe the words she used were ‘fight club shit’,” Denki cackles beside you. “Well excuse me for being incredibly suspicious of anything Hawks and Bakugo are trying to plan together that they think I can’t know about. It’s not like one of them has anger issues and both of them are competitive or anything,” you shoot back. “Hey dumbass! Who the fuck are you saying has anger issues?” Bakugo yells from your living room. “Technically you’re the one who identified yourself with anger issues, I didn’t name names!” you shout back. “Keep talking shit, see what happens.” “You wanna fight Kacchan? Let’s rumble!”

Before you can make good on your threat a pair of familiar arms are wrapping around your waist from behind. “I sat through that whole lecture on how I better not be ‘on that fight club shit’ with Bakugo not even an hour ago and now here you are picking fights,” Hawks teases. “Does it really count as picking a fight when it’s completely justified?” you fire back as you turn to face your boyfriend. “Yes, yes it does,” he laughs. “Whatever, he totally would have it coming.” “And then you’d both feel guilty about it for weeks.” “Hey! You’re not supposed to be able to read us like that yet!” you protest. “(Y/n) you are an open book written for very dumb children. It’s not that hard to read you,” Shinso cuts in. “Wooow, isn’t this supposed to be my party? Why am I being bullied right now?” “You make it so easy sometimes,” Kiri admits as he walks into the kitchen to grab more beers for the pong table he and Bakugo had set up. “Et tu brute?” you gasp dramatically. “You know we say it with love,” he laughs. “Hawks, Denki, you guys coming?” he adds as he walks out the room. Both men call out a yes, leading Shinso to grab his drink quickly before Denki drags him out of the kitchen. “You and Denki pong partners?” you ask as your boyfriend presses a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing you to follow the others out to the pong table. “Yep, you gonna root for us?” Hawks asks cheekily as he backs out of the kitchen. “Hmm, I don’t know. Kiri and Kacchan are pretty good. I’ll have to think it over and get back to you later,” you tease. Hawks shakes his head fondly but still throws you a smile and a wink before finally joining the others, leaving just you and Mina in the kitchen.

“I feel so aggressively single right now wow,” Mina jokes. “Your person is out there somewhere,” you assure her. “See that? That’s the kinda cheesy shit only people in relationships say,” she points out. “Well it’s true!” you laugh. “You guys are really good for each other, huh?” “I think so.” “I’m really, really happy for you. You deserve it.” “Thanks Mina. We should do a girl’s night soon. It’s been a long time since we’ve hung out just the two of us.” “You sure Hawks will let me steal you away for an entire night?” “I’d like to see him try to stop us.” That makes Mina laugh. “Fair enough. Speaking of, you may need to go celeb shot for your mans. Looks like he and Denki are getting crushed,” she points out. You turn around to look out towards the game and laugh when you see she’s right. “Let me go save my boyfriend and best friend from humiliating defeat then,” you laugh before quickly finishing off what’s left of your drink and walking out to join them.

Alas even your help can’t save Denki and Hawks and eventually they wind up defeated. Almost immediately Hawks is demanding a rematch and you can’t help but laugh as he and Bakugo start bickering. It’s a dynamic you were still adjusting to in all honesty. When you had considered the ways Hawks would fit into your friend group way back when you’d invited him to stay with you, you hadn’t anticipated he and Bakugo becoming friends. It was always a pleasant surprise when you’d discover the two of them were running a patrol together or if you’d catch one texting the other. They still bickered and if you asked either of them they’d probably deny their budding bromance but it still made you happy all the same.

Bakugo wasn’t the only one who had gotten close with Hawks. He and Denki had become close as well. You think it’s because Denki has never been opposed to filling silences. On days when Keigo is annoyed or stressed, when the pressures of being number two are particularly intense, he knows he can meet up with Denki and not have to say a word. He can just sit and listen as Denki rambles on and on about whatever his latest obsession is. On days he does feel like contributing, he’s down to debate even the weirdest hypotheticals Denki can come up with. You already have the sneaking suspicion that even if things end between you and Hawks, the two of them will stay close.

You’re pulled out of your musings when Hawks walks up and grabs your hand. “What’s got you thinking so hard little dove?” he asks. “Nothing really, I’m just happy,” you reply with a soft smile. He practically melts at the sight. “C’mon with me to the balcony, I wanna give you something,” he says as he gently tugs you in that direction. You follow behind as your curiosity blooms, but no matter how much you ask him what it is he ignores you until the two of you are alone on the balcony in the night air.

You wait for him to say something, knowing by now that it’s always best to just give him time to gather his thoughts. His eyes stay trained on the sky even as he finally begins speaking. “I know we haven’t gotten to see each other as much because so much of my work has been out of the office lately,” he finally admits. “It’s ok, I know how it is,” you shrug. “Yea but it’s a little weird after seeing each other almost all day every day while I was taking time off,” he replies. “Yea we got a little spoiled,” you laugh. “I miss having tea with you in the evening.” “Ugh yes. I miss you making breakfast for me in the morning, early bird.” “I miss you being there for me if I have a nightmare. I miss you playing music while you get dressed or do chores around the apartment. I miss you being the first person I see in the morning and the last I see at night,” he confesses into the quiet night. “Kei? What’re you saying?” you ask, sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere that tells you he’s more serious than you’d initially thought. He finally turns to face you as he pulls a key out of his pocket and holds it out to you. “Will you move in with me?” he asks in a breath, the words seeming so delicate somehow, as if afraid they’ll fracture the fragile moment he’s created on this balcony with you.

Your heart stops and then immediately begins to race. It may seem like such a simple thing from the outside, a small step forward in your rapidly progressing relationship. Something that may seem like an obvious next step considering this whole thing started in part as a result of him temporarily living with you. You know the truth though. This is his “think fast”. This is his way of showing you just how much he trusts you, just like him telling you his real name was. Not only is he saying he wants you in his space, his home, but he wants you to be a part of it. “You ok there?” Keigo asks and god he sounds so nervous. But you’re realizing you’ve been quiet too long now so finally you nod your head frantically and take the offered key. “Yes! Of course Kei, I would love to move in with you. My answer is yes,” you laugh. “Jesus Kid, you had me worried for a second there,” he huffs but he’s grinning too as he pulls you in for a sweet and passionate kiss. Even once your lips part he keeps you close, his forehead pressed to yours as he lets himself truly relish in the fact he gets to have you.

“So when can I move in?” you all but whisper into the space between you. “How about tomorrow?” he suggests. “My lease on this place doesn’t run out for another month Kei,” you respond, pulling back a little so he can see you roll your eyes. “And? Bakugo and I could use it for our Fight club shit,” he grins. “Oh my god, you’re the worst,” you groan. You try pushing him away but Keigo doesn’t let you get too far, laughing as he pulls you back close to him again. “Nah, you love me,” he teases you. You shake your head but sober back up a little, looking him in his beautiful golden eyes as you say, “I do. I love you Keigo Takami.” “I love you too (y/n) (y/l/n).”

You don’t know exactly what’s in store for the two of you from here on out, but whatever it is you’re glad he’ll be by your side through it.

Author’s Note: I know beer pong is a very American thing but I feel like Kirishima saw it in an American movie and from then on insisted it be included at parties. Also bonus points if you caught the Umbrella Academy reference. On a more serious note this is it. The final chapter of Official Accounts. I’m so incredibly touched by all the love this fic has received and I’m so grateful to all of you who’ve supported me by reading, liking, and reblogging it. This became so much larger than I thought it would but I’m so happy to have gone on this little journey with you all. I love each and every one of you and hope you’ll stick around to see what I write next ❤️

Thanks for reading everyone! ❤️❤️❤️

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leviathans-watching · 4 years ago

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False Dichotomy// XIII: food for thought

False Dichotomy: when a situation is presented as ‘either/or’ but there is at least one additional logically valid option

As a childhood friend of Oikawa and Iwaizumi and manager of the Aoba Johsai Boys Volleyball Club, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. You know you like both of them, but you resolve to keep the feelings hidden, knowing staying friends is better than either having to choose one or losing your friendship with them both (an iwaizumi x reader x oikawa smau)

masterlist // XII: hey cutie // XIII: food for thought // XIV: not them being mutuals on twitter

wc: 1k

You checked everything off, one more time, praying that the team dinner wouldn’t be too much of a disaster.

Granted, you were cooking up a scheme, so to say, so at least one thing was

going to go wrong, but hopefully, you wouldn’t end up drenched like last time.

You couldn’t deny your nervousness- you were still a little iffy about the whole Terushima thing, but really, there was no going back now.

You would probably been a bit more comfortable with at least knowing what Terushima looked like, but at least he had agreed to let you know when he was going to make his move.

(And how could he? This was crazy, even by your standards.)

“Everything all right?” Oikawa asked, looking over at you for a second.

“Oh, yep!” You smiled thinly at him, debating whether sitting on your hands would be a subtle way to stop wringing them. “Just hoping I won’t have to throw my shirt out by the end of tonight.”

Not buying it, Oikawa pursed his lips. “Ok, well, you’d tell me if there was something up, right?”

“Duh,” you scoff, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.

“Good.” Oikawa pulls into the restaurant parking lot, parking next to Iwaizumi’s mom’s car. Obviously, he had borrowed it for the night.

The two of you strolled into the restaurant, easily finding your team’s table. They were sat in a booth, unfortunately, and you waited for Oikawa to slide in before you sat down, securing yourself a spot on the end.

“Where’s Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked, scanning the table. With a jolt, you noticed he wasn’t there.

“Bathroom,” Kunimi said, not even looking up from his phone.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you fished it out, oh high alert. It was just Mattsun.

“Who’re you texting, y/n-chan?” Oikawa asked, leaning over to look at your phone. You turned it off, something you rarely did in front of him, something he undoubtedly noticed. “Just my mom.”

Mattsun, noticing, cut in. “Oh, there’s Iwaizumi. Scoot over to make room for him, y/n.”

Giving Mattsun a glare, you moved towards Oikawa best you could, ending up sandwiched between them.

The waiter swung by, grabbing your drink orders, and soon you were all engaged in conversations.

A couple of times you had to remind them to lower the volume, but overall, the boys seemed on their best behavior.

Once food orders were taken, you took a few photos of everyone, laughing at Oikawa’s exaggerated poses.

Thankfully, the food didn’t take too long to arrive, but before you could even take a bite, your phone buzzed.

A quick checks showed it was Terushima.

Not even 30 seconds later, someone approached the table. Looking up, your eyes actually widened as you took him in.

Bleached-blond hair, sharp features, and a devilish smile that lingered on the edge of his lips.

“Can we help you?” Iwaizumi asked, looking up at him.

“Oh, I’m not here for you.” Terushima ran his hand through his hair. “I’m here for them. Say, cutie, you’re looking pretty good. Want to ditch the rest of these losers and come hang out with me? The name’s Terushima, by the way.”

Ducking your head, you surpressed a smile. “Well, I don’t know, it’s a team dinner.”

“What sport?”

“Volleyball,” Oikawa answered for you, sliding closer.

“Oh yeah? I play. Maybe of you to get with me I can show you a real game.” Terushima’s tongue piercing clacked against his teeth.

You laughed, a non-committal reply that Iwaizumi surely caught, if the way his fists tightened against his side was any indication.

“Well,” Terushima sighed. “If you can’t let me whisk you away now, can I at least get your number?”

You barely caught the pen he tossed at you, but went on to scrawl your number (your real one, since both Oikawa and Iwaizumi were watching closely), and,

for good measure, and XOXO.

Terushima took the proffered napkin, tucking it into his pocket with a wink. He then walked off, leaving everyone speechless.

��You actually gave him your number?” Oikawa asked, and you shrugged, taking a bite of your food.

“What? He was-“

Makki interrupted. “Hot?”

“No! Well, yes,” you admitted, much to Oikawa’s loud dismay. “But I was going to say charming.”

“Oooh~” Mattsun teased. “Y/n’s got a boyfriend!”

Everyone laughed, most of the tension dissipating. You looked up, and Kyotani was staring at you, with a look that clearly read “we’ll talk about this later”.

The rest of the dinner passed normally, and soon, checks were being asked for. The money used to pay for the team dinners usually came out of club funds, something you had the card for, so the receipt went to you.

Scanning it, you saw it was less than you had expected.

Seeing your look of confusion, the waiter answered your unasked questions. “Oh, one of the meals was payed for by a guy from another table. Bleached hair, Teru-something.”

That wasn’t part of the plan. You’d have to pay him back.

“Well, that’s uh, nice of him,” you manage, handing over the card. The time waiting for the card back was spent in silence, but you saw Makki and Mattsun’s barely concealed grins.

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bugsy-maria · 4 years ago

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Tenth Doctor x Reader

(Y/N)'s POV

I sat on my bed waiting for my bad connection to just magically get better. The google meeting popped up and popped up with the, "Contact your system administrator for more information" screen again. I swear the hardest thing so far has been not getting a good enough internet connection. I groaned in frustration for the hundredth time this morning. The sounds of London's busy street sounded in the distance, the sound of cabbies being hauled coming from outside my window was less than distant though. My neighbor shot bullets at the wall earlier this morning causing me to wake up, but I think he went out on a case a while ago as it's too quiet in his flat. Ahh, the sounds of Baker Street never get old.

I live in a flat with my mother and brother, who are some of the hardest people to talk to I swear. I slammed my computer shut. I gripped locks of my hair and pulled, not too hard but just enough to let my stress out. My breath caught in my throat as I heard a noise. A noise that only a few words can describe. The first one to pop into my head is, 'whooping' but maybe 'mysterious' could work too. I looked to where the noise was coming from. My hands still tangled in my hair.

In the corner of my room, through my fingers, I saw a blue box that said 'police public call box'. It was one that I only saw in a television show I watched as a kid. TARDIS I think it was called. A time machine that could also take you anywhere in the universe. And, if im correct, this box comes with a man inside. Upon remembering my fascinations with this man and box, I leaped into the air and off my bed, causing me to hit the floor with a thud.

My feet captured within my covers. I Quickly untangle myself and stumbled across the floorboards. I stood up straight and dusted myself off as I stood in front of the tardis blue doors. I pushed on them, I was half expecting them to be locked. Once opened, I looked inside with amazement, It looked different than what I remember. I saw a man in the center, at the control panel. I stepped in, and as soon as I did the TARDIS started to shake. I fell to the ground, and I fell hard.

"Finally!" a shout from the man came. I shakingly pushed myself up. I stood up leaning against the railing.

"Huh, so it is real." the astonishment got more and more prominent toward the end of the sentence. The man quickly turned around. I let go of the railing and continued looking at the scenery.

"What are you doing in here?!"

"What were you doing in my room?" I questioned and started walking to the middle, where the man of my fantasies stood.

"It was an accident."

"Then me being here is also an accident," I stated. My hand guiding on the rail around the console.

"Don't touch anything!" he shouted as he ran up to me and moved me to sit on the companion seat.

"I'm tacking you back home."

"No!" I shouted, "There's still so many things I need to see, doctor!" I pleaded while I landed on the holey ground. This has been my dream from when I was a kid, and there was no way an 800-year-old alien was gonna take that away from me.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, getting his screwdriver out from the inside pocket in his suit coat.

"Oh please, it's not your name it's your title. And I know that because you're on the telly sometimes. Though I don't know which generation you are." I spoke knowingly yet curious.

"Tenth, im taking you home." "But-"

"Now." his stern voice roared (RAWR X3 nuzzles pounces on you UwU you're so warm) and his stern face glared in my direction. I slumped back into the companion's seat with a torn look sketched onto my face. I hear him click and bang a couple of things before resting one hand on the panel and the other lost within his locks.

"So does that mean I can stay?" I asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not. once I get her fixed, you're going back where you came from," he said while grabbing a red toolbox from the ground and walking to the other side of the shining teal pillar, and hopping through the rails. I bounced up off the chair and to the doors. "Don't you open those doors!" he shouted.

of course, I didn't listen, I mean why would I? this is a once in a lifetime experience. I swung the doors open and saw a scene that I couldn't put into words. but I'll try. the ground was a reddish-orange colour and the sky a bright green with a red sun-like object resting over the horizon. the terrain was mountainous. in the distance, I saw something that looked like a village. I closed the doors behind me and ran. it was a good minute or two before I reached where the village was.

the streets were decorated in star-designed banners and were crowded with aliens of different species buying things that went along with the star/space theme. I continued to squeeze my way through the people. I saw a line leading to a stadium. wanting to know what was in there I quickly joined. the wait wasn't nearly as long as the line so I got in pretty quick.

I took a seat and saw the sky had changed into a dark purple. I saw billions of stars, hundreds of galaxies, and so many nebulas I couldn't count them. my jaw dropped at the most beautiful sight.

"There you are, I told you-" I looked at the voice and saw the doctor. I knew that he was going to be mad at me but I was too happy to care. "Why are you crying?" he asked, taking a seat next to me. my head tilted as I moved my hand up to my face, and sure enough, I felt tears.

"I'm just so happy I guess," I said with a closed-eyed smile. I looked back up to the stars, ever since I was a kid all I wanted to do was travel the stars before my dad died whenever there was a meteor shower or the milky way could be seen or even when you could see the planets in the night sky, we would always go to the middle of nowhere and camp to see the stars in all of there glory.

"They're just stars." I heard the doctor say, in the corner of my eye I could see him staring up at them too.

"They may be stars to you but to me, this is my childhood dream come true." I said with a large smile. " you know how I said you would be on a show in the telly? I would stay awake all night dreaming of the day that you would pop up in my room and id run away from my life and see the stars with you. that's why I didn't want to go back home." I looked at him through teary eyes, "I just wanted to see the stars and galaxies and all of the nebulas up close. to travel the stars just like my dad wanted." I smiled so wide while tears streamed down my face fast and into my mouth. he looked at me and gave me a one-armed hug, pulling me close to him.

we stayed like that for hours, watching the stars. he pointed at them and told me the name and stories of each one, along with the planets beyond them. I fell asleep on his shoulder and woke up in one of the rooms in the TARDIS. I was surprised that I was even there still. I was sure that he would have brought me home by now.

I got up from the bed and quickly put on my shoes, and walked out to the console room.

"Oh! Good you're up!" he jumped up and down, "So where to now! I heard that the planet Hat-P-7b is in rain season this time of year, oh or we could even go to J1407b, they have amazing crapes, though they don't call it crapes..." he went on and on about the planets we could go to. to say the least, I was happy. too happy that I was scared it was a dream. "So, where to?" he asked, leaning forward waiting for my answer.

"Somewhere amazing," I said with a smile, excited for the adventures that I was going to have with this man.

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krisdreaming · 4 years ago

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hey kristin!!! i just saw your post ah wanting fluffy reqs! can i request iwa on a date w his s/o that he’s been with for a while but the blushy-ness never fades away for him?? i hope that made sense! have a great day!

uwu omg of course! This is such a cute concept, esp for Iwa ;-;

You arrive at the festival just as twilight is beginning to fall. The streets and the stands and the bustle of people surrounding you are all bathed in the golden light. Hajime reaches for your hand, and you gladly take it, turning to smile at him.

“It sure is nice to be back in Miyagi, isn’t it?” He asks, giving your hand a squeeze and ducking his head a little closer to yours so that you can hear him over the hum of conversation surrounding you.

“Definitely,” You nod, taking in the sights around you as the two of you begin to walk. You’re back home on a break from college, and you’re planning to spend most of the trip revisiting some of your old haunts.

“This kind of reminds me of those old Seijou school festivals,” You giggle, your mind going back to second year and the first real date you’d gone on with him. Oikawa, Makki, and Mattsun had been trailing you most of the evening, and you could tell how annoyed he’d been even though he’d tried so hard to hide it. Despite that, he’d still held your hand the whole time, bought you taiyaki, and kissed you at the end of the night. As you remember it, you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening.

“Yeah,” He laughs softly, turning his head in hopes that you won’t notice the slight flush dusting his cheeks, “Sure feels like forever ago, doesn’t it?”

“In some ways,” You muse, slightly swinging your linked hands between the two of you. He looks back at you, then, something soft in his expression when he smiles at you. Even after all these years, that smile still makes something twist in your middle.

“You want taiyaki?” He asks then, giving your hand a tug. You nod, and he already has his hand in his pocket, reaching for his wallet. When you finally have the treat in your hand, you hum happily to yourself, letting the pastry melt on your tongue.

“Want a bite?” You turn to him, extending the half-eaten treat his way.

He shrugs, “Maybe just one,” He leans in, taking a large bite and chewing contentedly.

“You couldn’t have taken a smaller bite?” You ask, only half-teasing. He smiles at you, cheeks still slightly puffed out from the pastry still in his mouth.

“Who paid for this?” He asks after he swallows, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and you shove his shoulder.

“You could’ve bought one for yourself,” You chide gently, laughing when he rolls his eyes. Instead of answering, he takes your hand again and pulls you a little closer.

“I’m really glad we could come here tonight,” He says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Me too,” You nod, popping the last bite of the taiyaki in your mouth, “Feels kind of like we’re recreating our first date,” You add.

He huffs out a short laugh at that. “Yeah, but I sure don’t feel as nervous now as I did then.”

“Aw. You were nervous because of little old me?” You giggle, and he looks down at the ground, giving his head a slight shake.

“Of course I was,” He looks back at you, and it’s a little darker now, but you can still make out his slight blush, “You were perfect, I didn’t want to screw anything up.”

“Were?” You quirk an eyebrow.

He shakes his head, smile growing on his face. “Are,” He corrects, stopping you with a tug on your hand and leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “And sometimes I still feel like I did on that first date, like I’m terrified to screw this up,” He admits, and then starts walking again as though he hadn’t said a word.

You laugh softly. “I don’t think there’s any danger of that,” You stop him this time, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

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ducknotinarow · 2 years ago

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2k7 Raph Don - 🤪 [reverse uwu] (TEXT: plessee xome homw Raph I need y. ou - Please come home Raph I need you)

| Send 🤪 to receive a drunk text from my muse

Raph couldn't explain to anyone where his head was at these days. His mind was not a place he wanted to be left to long anymore, anytime he was? well the lack of messages on his phone should answer that all. Raph had long ago stopped talking to Yvoone, and April at that. His new life style wouldn't let him cross thier paths anyway. No clue to know that Von and Don had sort of drifted apart. Raphael used to write letters to Leo well he was away but well one letter may have been the last. He tended to avoid Splinter all together, if they crossed path his responses were short and quick to the point.

Raph couldn't explain to anyone where his head was at these days. His mind was not a place he wanted to be left to long anymore, anytime he was? well the lack of messages on his phone should answer that all. As was the perfect and sound option to take for someone who was clearly not doing well. Raphael had slowly started to isolate himself. Some connections were easy to step away from. Mrs. M? he hadn't seen her in a good while he take peeks in and make sure she was fine but that was it. Seemed she still had her home that's good. Tyler? Kids growing up he don't need to keep talking to some random guy who helped him once, he never asked if any letters came from the kid anyway. The near family was a bit harder he had to admit. Having always seen April as his sister, not to mention Yvoone who he was oddly close with, but he had long ago stopped talking to either of them. His new life style wouldn't let him cross their paths anyway. No clue to know that Von and Don had sort of drifted apart.

His own family he lived with? He tended to avoid Splinter all together, if they crossed path his responses were short and quick to the point. Well With Leo off on his big important journey? Kind of made it easy. However Raphael used to write letters to Leo well he was away but well one letter may have been the last. Amounting to being mad they picked to stay away longer. Mikey? well Mikey was easy to sort of harder to push out than he thought. Enough times of showing his nasty side was all it took to get Mikey to decide he was tried of Raph's constant bad mood. kind of only left two from there. Raph was just getting worse and worse it just made sense to him to burn his bridges and try and figure things out himself. Raphael didn't need to drag anyone with him. Breaking up with Casey should been the real tell that he was going off the deep end. The final nail in the coffin he would be laying to rest in as he just dug this hole deeper. Was telling Don to stay the fuck out of his life. Even Raph couldn't understand why he was doing any of this. He had one good day and then everything would feel like shit all over again. Of course he felt awful for it he and Don had just been laughing over his stupid joke not to long ago. For a moment Raph had believed Don started a sex hotline service.

Raph had already been bad enough after breaking up with Casey, Don wasn't doing anything wrong! And yet Raph went off on him and told him to fuck off basically. Well Raph had what he wanted didn't he? He wasn't going to throw some pity party over it all. Far as he was convinced this was how it should be, he always said he was a lone wolf after all. And right now as he sat on his bike, tucked away in an alley. fulled suit in his Night Watcher gear, staring up to the roof tops he knew so well above. Raphael never felt more alone in his whole life.

Rooftops used to be something he ran with his brothers. Races with Leo, training, messing around at times even. It was how they saw the city the closest they got to open air of it all, even risk going out in the day. Time spent going with Don to run scrap runs to the junk yard and around the city. They would bricked here and there but mostly just chat that's how Don learn Raph thought motorcycles were cool. Telling them about one he saw a human ride he talked about it for hours and guess Don kept that in mind and was why he made the shell cycle for Raph. Sure he made one for the rest later but the first? it was for him. Why was he thinking about that so much he should be listening to the police scanner. With no one bothering to know where he was he could spend more time doing this after all. Yet he kept thinking of his twins expressed when yelled at them to stay the fuck out of his life. It was like Casey all over again. With a few he just sort of drifted away, from most his family he shut them out, but Casey and Don? He hurt them. usually he just pop in and out of the lair but after that? He sometimes spend days away from home with out a word. Honestly he couldn't believe no one knew he was the Night Watcher, maybe he should count himself lucky.

A buzz on his side had him curious more than anything as he tug his phone free from his side. Looking at the screen was a bit hard with the helmet on. Huffing he pulled it off and sat it on the back of the seat behind him. Not like anyone was going to see him right now.

"Don?" that old spark of worry flickered as soon as he saw the name quick to open his messages, clearly if Don was texting him something had to be wrong right?

[TEXT] plessee xome homw Raph I need y. ou

Raph knew how his brother texted, sober and drunk. This was a drunk text. Sure his urgency hadn't left him but doubt did start to cloud over his mind. Don didn't need him no one needed him! Not when he was..drowning. Hand drag down over his face, that was how it felt. Like he was being dragged down into the water unable to breath because soon as he opened his mouth his lungs would fill with water. Anyone that was too close would just get pulled down with him, whatever was weighing him down. Was just to fucking heavy for him to bear alone.

"Ya don' need me Don..ya better off wit' out me...alll of you are. I ain't no good to anyone 'ike 'his." He says to no one really Don needs him..thats a laugh what good was he ever to his brother. To anyone.

Raphael knew he had something wrong with him, a lack of control on his anger that never burned out. For some reason theirs a thought in the back of his head about what was told to him before about his anger. He can't remember though. Something inside him was broken, Donnie of all people would see that and maybe he did see it all the time. Donnie shouldn't have to fix him. Raph was beyond repair. So why even after he told them to fuck off did Donnie still keep reaching out to him?

Jeez maybe because he is your brother and he cares about, he's worried about you. because he knows you and deep down despite their pain they know something isn't right with you. If any of his brother would know him best it was Don. Maybe it was wrong to have a favorite sibling but before Casey, his best friend was Donnie. Donnie was still his best friend after meeting Casey. And for some reason they found it in them to still worry and care about Raphael. Expect..they were drunk.

That's what stuck out to Raphael the most, it was what this mind picked to focus on the most at least. That Don only texted him this because they were drunk. Not when sober..they would sober up and see that text and be annoyed they texted Raphael at all. So he left it on read, as he reached back for his helmet.

"Ya don' need me." Pushing away found memories of his twin, pushing anything about them away. Shutting them away. "Let me jus' fuckin' drown." He states as he puts his phone away, scanner report some store break in, low rate but better to keep busy he thinks as the engine revs and he misses the ones on the shellcycle but...that was gift from Don he can't use it anymore. Taillights kicked on and he was peeling out to the street to get to the store that was getting rob in that very moment. This was what he wanted to be alone, no one should follow him on this path he's found himself to be. Not even his twin brother.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ you think first i hit first aflockoffeathers]#[ 07 verse]#drunk text meme #meme anaswers #stay queued #((uwu))#((ever think about the fact raph had a nightmare wher he was shredder and in 07 he wear a metal suit?))

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1800sunaarinn · 4 years ago

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ADULT TRIO + TORTURER READER

anon asks

hiii! and thanks for enjoying my writing, idk idk i always feel like i can’t write for shit lmaoo. not even going cap, i legit got chills when i read this ask, this definitely right up my alley!! pls enjoy, anon!! :)

tw. torture, manipulation, uwu.

♰ Chrollo Luclifer

pause.

you were dangerously cute, so cute that you bordered on looking naïve. seriously, chrollo could spend hours eloquently describing how cute you were, how your actions made you even cuter, and how your words made you cuter than cuter. mans could even spend hours explaining how naïve you were. and, he could spend even more hours explaining just as eloquently that you were a manipulator.

both in nen abilities and mentality. god, you were a literal demon disguised as an angel, or something. you look cute, spoke cute, acted cute, but those hands were not cute. those soft hands have ended lives, have taken out eyeballs, yank teeth, broke bones, ripped out things that should definitely stay inside the body.

it was scary, but to chrollo, it was sexy. besides the point.

the first time he encountered your torture session was three years ago, when you had joined the phantom troupe as a pseudo member. you were an incredible informant, better than their last one.

when chrollo had left the base with his usual entourage of machi and pakunoda, it had been quiet as mouse. upon returning, he could hear the horrified and pained screams a few kilometers away.

chrollo’s first thought. feitan was torturing someone.

chrollo’s first sight. their sweet little informant torturing someone.

wait, stop the mfing music. [F/N] torturing someone?!?!

his initial reaction was to be frozen in shock, but doesn’t appear as if he was actually in shock by the events unfolding before him.

once he processed the entire thing, he could only stare for a few seconds in morbid fascination before it donned on him that you, [F/N], was actually torturing someone.

but what officially ko’ed him, was the expression on your face.

you looked completely frazzled, hair frizzy, clothes ruffled and spotted with blood. your eyes were wide like plates, pupils so tiny. the skin underneath your eyes dark and bruised. but it was the excitedly wide and sadistic smile on your face that caused him to actually sweatdrop.

chrollo was a refined young man, but seeing you look nothing like the cutesy naïve girl you had was a whole lot of shocking.

when the man had gave one last scream of pure, unadulterated fear, you had ended his life with a slow tug of his heart, pulling it free from his chest. it took a few seconds for him to truly die, you swinging his heart in front of his face with haunting giggles.

you had turned then, meeting chrollo’s eyes, appearance changing in a blink of an eye. you were back to looking cutesy, clothes clean and hair groomed. if you still weren’t holding the man’s heart, chrollo wouldn’t have known that you had just tortured someone to death.

“oh, dancho!” you had smile a true heart tugging smile, eyes forming little smiles as well. “i didn’t see you there~”

“yeah...” chrollo had trailed off, looking behind you and toward the dead man. “what’d he do?”

“hm, i want some cake. do you want cake, dancho?” you asked, before shrugging. “i’ll tell you everything over cake, pinkie promise!”

chrollo could only follow after you.

and, even now, three years later with you as his girlfriend. watching you torture someone will always cause him to sweatdrop.

he lowkey feared you.

🃏 Hisoka Morow

wait.

hisoka in a relationship with a girl who looks way too innocent to even know what —inter 🤢 interco— 🤢 intercourse🤮 is!! now that’s a sight to see.

first off, no one’s going to believe that hisoka, resident bitch clown, could bag someone like you. hell, you can’t even believe it because he is a bitch. b i c t h!

but anyways. hisoka thinks torturing is too slow, too drawn out for him, he likes fast pace things, like fights, and sex. but if it really came down to it, hisoka wouldn’t be opposed to some quality time torturing.

it was supposed to be a normal day, you know? hisoka actually showing up to the area to fight, and to secure his place in the two hundreds. you know, the usual. popping up at your house unexpectedly, and uninvited, was a normal thing. he even had a key.

but what wasn’t normal was hearing screams coming from your house, it was faint and you had to be up on your front door to hear it, but hisoka had good ass hearing.

the screams only grew louder as he entered the house, stalked around a bit to found it and then locating you and your victim in the basement.

you had a basement???! hisoka was bamboozeled.

but, no. what had him shivering his timbers, was you. his cutie pie girlfriend, looking not so cutie pootie anymore with frazzled hair and dark bruised eyes. covered in blood and wearing a bloodthirsty smile that put his to shame.

no, wait,

hold up

let him move his bangs real quick

...

nah, he saw that right

his initial reaction being “hah? why didn’t you invite me, [F/N]-chan, so rude~”

actually processed what the hell just happened. instant turn on. pervert face on, moaning immediately!

not only did you get a fright for your life, but the poor man you were torturing looked scared, disgusted and scared even more.

“oh, hisoka! hi!” you gave the man the biggest eye smile with a cutesy flustered expression, actually hearts and sparkles exploding around you. you didn’t even give the poor man a last thought before you sliced his neck so deep, his head nearly fell from his shoulders.

“what are you doing~” he had practically moaned.

“well, i’ll tell you over cake!” you all but skipped over to him, snatching his hand and bounding up the stairs for cake!

he’s totally using torture as a form of spicing up y’all’s sex lite. damn, perv.

📍Illumi Zoldyck

as the wife of a zoldyck, your ass better know how to torture. literally, it’s a requirement.

but, illumi had thought he would have to teach you how to torture. and how to kill, and how to manipulate, and how to do everything it require to become the best assassin wife.

you see, he was definitely fooled by your cutesy, naïveté act. your innocent smiles, glossy words, and dreamy stares. yes, that was it. you, a fine manipulator yourself, had fooled an even better manipulator.

poor dude was so confused when it came time to teach you how to torture.

like sorry dude, but you’ll be showing illumi a few pointers on which nerve is the quickest to receive a knee jerk scream.

his initial reaction was so stale. all he said was oh and looked on with the same dead fish eyed look.

processing... processing... completed.

“oh, oh! this is good, i don’t have to waste time teaching you.” the man sounded cheery, but he looked so dead.

you strived to have that sorta of resting bitch face.

you see, illumi can also make the weirdest, bizarre, downright ugly faces when it comes to actually releasing his bloodlust. so, seeing your features convert into something out of a horror movie only left him feeling a bit tingly.

why was he feeling tingly? what does it mean?,?!,

he lowkey enjoyed the way you lost yourself when torturing someone. you looked absolutely horrifying, and your sweet tone only added to the affect and your nen abilities working on your victim’s mind only strived to make you even more terrifying.

proud

this man was actually feeling proud of his wife

gah dayum 👨🏾‍🦳!! he found the right one, ladies it’s a wrap.

he definitely demanded little assassin babies.

like,,,,

“who taught you how to torture?” he had asked.

“a friend from my home city, he was so aggressive for such a tiny man.” you had answered absentmindedly, before bursting into horrible giggles as the man gave his last scream.

O.O —.— O.O, that type of beat.

“can we get cake?” you had turned to look at him then, smiling cutely.

“after we have intercourse. i want children, now.”

^.^ -> o.0 “hah???”

📍. 11/20/15

note — i hope you liked it. i absolutely hate the word intercouse, oh my god 😭

#illumi 📍#hisoka 🃏#chrollo ♰#hxh #adult trio #hxh scenarios #hxh headcanons #hxh imagines #hxh illumi #hxh hisoka #hxh chrollo #illumi imagine #hisoka imagine #chrollo imagine #tw.torture 🍴#tw.manipulation 😈

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marigoldthoughts · 4 years ago

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rent free pt.11

wifi

[on discord call] y- you k- kenma

K- Hello gardener

Y- picking weeds is fun you're just lazy

K- somethings wrong with you.. i just know it

Y- ITS RELAXING!!

K- TO YOU!

Y- whatever, you probably have like tense ass shoulders since you don't like to relax

K- my shoulders are incredibly un-tense, thank you very much gardener

Y- you're welcome mister uh… stress

K- PFFT- mister stress?

Y- SHUT- let's just move on

K- hm alright.. So how have you and Kuroo been?

Y- oh yeah.. that's not… a thing anymore

K- oh? I thought you really liked him?

Y- yeah I did, I thought I was playing around but I started to fall for him

K- so why aren't you talking anymore?

Y- well... you know what happened last year, and looking back at it now its not really a big deal, but I really don't want it to happen again.. especially since we aren't in the same grade and live 5 hours away from each other

K- you shouldn't compare the two.. The only thing they have in common is that they’re older than you

Y- I guess, but it doesn't matter anyway, I saw some girl comment on his post and it seemed kinda flirty.. I don't want to be just another girl that he's entertaining, and I really don't want to get played again..

Y- hey why'd you stop running?

K- hm? Oh uh my friend texted me I just have to text him back real quick

No one texted Kenma, well the volleyball group chat was probably going crazy, but he had muted them as soon as he got added. Kuroo had also texted him about an hour ago… eh it's fine he'll text back eventually. The real reason Kenma had stopped playing was to check Kuroo’s instagram. It's not like Kuroo to text a girl at all, so texting two was out of the question. Hm.. that's weird, there's nothing there. The only comments under his recent post were from the guys on the team and his sister. God, you could be really dense sometimes, getting upset over a comment from his sister. If you had taken the time to look through her pictures you would've seen a family photo that Kuroo is tagged in.

Kenma noticed that Kuroo hadn’t been on his phone as much recently on the ride home, mostly because he kept pestering him while he tried to play his game. He never planned on meddling in yours and Kuroo’s relationship, if anything he wanted to stay far from it. He loves you both, but the fact that his closest friends had started talking to each other made him anxious. Most of this worries about your relationship came from the possibility of you discovering that he’s applepi. Sure he’d like to meet you eventually, but for now he's content with the way things are. Whenever Kuroo begins to talk about you he makes sure to keep his answers short and simple, nothing out of the ordinary really. Putting a name and a face to the person he's told his worst insecurities to was odd, there was a sense of comfort in the anonymity of it all. At least his identity was still a mystery to you.

He thought that if you and Kuroo stopped talking he'd be relieved, the chances of him meeting you would drop significantly. Selfishly Kenma wanted to change the subject, you’d forget about Kuroo eventually right? It wasn't a big deal anyway… So why did he feel so guilty? He could tell you right now that Kuroo isn't flirting with anyone else, that he talks about you nonstop, shit he's even asked Nekomata about setting up a training camp soon so he could see you again. But then you’d know who he really is, you'd be able to put a face to the late night talks, the secrets.

Y- ohh okay i thought you froze

K- please, my wifis not as shitty as yours

Y- okay it cuts off SOMETIMES but that's not my fault

K- our definitions of sometimes are drastically different

Y- you are SO dramatic it's not that bad

K- huh? Sorry i can't hear you, i think your shitty wifis acting up again

Y- no its not

Y- ..hello..

Y- ...hellooo..

Y- aw shit..

K- gotcha

Y- YOU ASS

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mainviper · 4 years ago

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I’ve read your yoru x Phoenix headcanons and they’re great UwU can I get maybe a one shot of them? Of any situation thxxxxx

Sorry for being late anon, but here it is! I hope you like it!

Yoru x Phoenix - Midnight Pretenders

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Yoru was cold. After years frozen, his body intensely sought the heat, the sun, the fire ... Maybe that's why being close to Phoenix was so good. Not that he thought of his colleague in any other way than Platonic, of course.

He repeated to himself that the presence of the other duelist warmed him only by his powers, his radiant incendiary part, his fire and nothing else.

But the longer the two got together, the desire arose in the samurai. He would never admit it in front of others, he didn’t intend to declare himself, he didn’t want these feelings to continue. He had a mission, that didn’t involve Phoenix's gaze, nor his comfortable arms, nor his scent that resembled a sunny morning. Distractions wouldn’t be allowed, finding his people was his focus and then, well, then he could THINK about what he would do.

But the colleague's room was next to his. And one night a scream echoed from the other duelist's room, taking his focus off, messing with his mind, worrying him. He didn't think twice, didn't want to use the door and just launched his teleport from the balcony and quickly reached the side of Phoenix's bed.

Another scream. But this time because he was surprised by his friend, not by the nightmare he just had. The Brit rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, waiting for the questions or a sarcastic comment from the Japanese.

That didn’t happen.

He just sat down, also calming down and waiting for the other to speak and tell the story behind his nightmare. Because Yoru knew, he also heard things from his past, understood that almost all radiant people suffered from this confusion and lack of control at certain times. The things that he saw, that he dreamed and felt, only God knows the panic that ran in his veins every time the memories of when he woke up came back.

- I-I was there, at school again.

The voice was quiet, Yoru came closer to him and tapped the colleague on the shoulder, encouraging him to continue.

- And it was horrible, my friends burned to death and I couldn't stop and everything was on fire and ... and ... I was blind.

It wasn’t possible to explain the lack of control they felt, only suffering to know. Yoru dreamed of his ancestors and had fits of fury, seeing them being knocked down one by one while he was trapped without being able to shout, unable to help or seek help. His battle brothers falling down beside him, his companions fighting bravely and dying.

- I know how it is, take a deep breath and try to calm down.

Going out was the best option. Before it got too personal, before he got any closer to Phoenix and did something he would deny until death the next morning, it was better to put aside any interaction with him and not give any kind of emotional openness to the other duelist.

Maybe he would have done that, if Phoenix hadn't held his hand.

- Please stay.

He stayed.

- You don't have to say anything.

He didn’t.

- I don't wanna be alone.

Perhaps just a little longer, he would sit on the bed and wait for time to pass until his colleague fell asleep again. And watched the Brit, waited for some sign of fear or resistance in his sleep, but nothing happened.

He was handsome when he slept. - Yoru thought.

This room was cozy, in warm tones that made everything look more comfortable than the blue of his room. There were things out of place, things written on a desk and the famous jacket was propped up on the chair. Pictures decorated the shelves, some with strangers, others with agents. One however caught his attention, was facing the bed and in it, him, in his first training session with Phoenix, the later smiling beside and congratulating him.

The day they met. The day that Yoru felt the sun in a long time, his face seemed distant but he knew that his self in the photo was very happy with the result. That would be a good memory when all was over, the moments with new friends and especially the moments with him.

- You can have it.

A quick expression of astonishment followed by shame passed over the japanese face. He denied it, but the friend insisted.

- I have another one, in my drawer.

This time his expression was one of questioning.

- In case it ends up burning ... You never know ...

- W-Why?

Phoenix had no intention to answer . Maybe he didn't want to be that vulnerable, but as the other had appeared in the middle of the night in his room and the chances of a genuine moment between them happening again were low, he looked deeply into the confused eyes and said:

- I don't know why, but I care a lot about you.

For a moment he almost regretted saying it.

- Just "care"? Nothing else ?

Something rose up inside the samurai's chest, a genuine happiness that answered his questions. So he wasn't the only interested, so Phoenix wanted him too ... How curious.

And the Brit swallowed hard as he watched Yoru come slowly towards him. He felt like a prey about to be devoured, but in his mind he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Phoenix was also anxiously waiting for any sign of interest from the other duelist, he could barely contain himself when he sat very close to his body and leaned over.

- I-I want you.

Yoru smiled, their faces only millimeters apart. Phoenix closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss, but the other duelist disappeared into the air. Leaving the room more empty and the photo shelf too.

The first duelist got up and went to wash his face, completely frustrated. Thinking how much he would be ridiculed the next morning, how Yoru would never let it go and mock his feelings.

The water was cold, soothed him, but when he reached for the towel he felt a hand hold him and turn him over. He couldn't even open his eyes to protest before the longed-for lips touched his, he would know anywhere in the world who they belonged to. The water was running down his face but his calm had faded, his heat was rising, his body was on fire and Yoru continued, pressing him against the wall, searching for him, dropping kisses down to his neck and coming back.

And the samurai had a mission, which involved Phoenix, his comfortable arms, his smell that feel like a sunny morning. He would win, torturing the other slowly so that he would pay for distracting him.

When they finally stopped to breathe and the Brit finally opened his eyes, the other duelist was gone again. Leaving only the desire and the doubt that it had been real.

The next morning the photo was no longer on the shelf and Yoru wore gloves that hid the burns on his fingers.

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dongiovannaswife · 4 years ago

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Επανένωση | The Giovanna’s

Επανένωση. Noun; reunion: greek, “epanénosi.”

Okay!! Family fic with a new member joining!! An old friend comes back too :D

CW: not really a cw but the gangster Haruno saved comes back and they talk about the past, talk about the stand virus and its pathophysiology (nothing explicit bc it’s just theories and stuff), anxiety, mafia dynamics (gun and death mention but nothing explicit, as I said, it’s just a couple of mentions) and kitten rescue at the end + fluffy stuff :D enjoyyy.

Word count: 5K

Tagging: @shiningdoradiamond @nevershoutnani @softlimefluff (i know you didn’t ask but you and Han are mentioned here uwu)

A small hand —warm, soft and familiar, — rests gently on his back as she tries to get closer, humming still in her sleep. Giorno’s eyelids flutter open, awakened with his sleeping wife's action. At first, he’s lost in the bedroom wall, relaxed as the warmth around him soothes his mind before he can start to think about the day ahead.

Blinking a few times, he tries to fight off the will to go back to sleep, looking down at the woman in his arms.

She’s clinging to him, no doubt about it; but he doesn’t mind as he takes into her features. Long and curly eyelashes barely touch her cheeks, where a few freckles rest and wink at him as he keeps looking down —rosy cheeks and pink lips in a soft line, tempting and adorable. Pale skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom.

A sigh tears through her chest as she shifts, humming as she settles back.

Giorno’s lips twist upwards, a soft smile that brings warmth through his body. Reaching a hand out, his fingers card through her hair as he leans in, kissing her forehead. Her response is only a hum —so he keeps on kissing her cheeks, right where her freckles rest; Helena hums and shifts and her hickory brown eyes finally look at him through her eyelashes.

“Good morning.” he whispers, smiling as he slips a few fingers to her jaw; delivering a peck to her lips and pulling back when she smiles against his lips.

“Good morning,” she says back in a whisper, draping her arms around his shoulders. Her eyes leave his face for a moment as she turns to look at the baby monitor by the bedside —the twins are still asleep. Even then, Wire’s scent (lemon tea) can be perceived in the room as the stand leaves her user, floating in the boy’s bedroom direction.

Giorno arches an eyebrow, looking back at his wife —silently questioning.

“We still have some time before we have to wake them up, don’t we? Besides, isn’t this your last day off before you go back to work?”

Giorno hums, but his question still remains.

Helena grins, “I just want to spend some time with you, just us… Relaxing.”

He hums, eyes scanning hers for a moment before he presses his lips together. He opens his mouth slowly, picking his words with ease. “You are worried about something, don’t you? Do you… Do you want to talk about it?”

By the time he searches her eyes she’s already hiding on his neck, silent.

Lena sighs, blinking back tears. “I… We both know we’re born stand users, right? And the whole stand user thing can be inherited. I’m worried about the boys and their stands: you know it’s possible they get a fever during the awakening process, right? And… They’re growing up too fast for a baby whose parents aren't stand users.”

Giorno nods, sitting up and reaching a hand out until she straddles his lap. Like that, he only leans back against the headboard, resting his hands atop of the highwaisted shorts she’s wearing below his shirt.

“Hey,” he whispers, twisting his head to kiss her cheek. “There’s a high change that will happen, yes, but that’s why we have Enzo with us. Did he say something about it during the last appointment?”

She shakes her head, adding in a small, fragile voice. “He’s sure they can perceive stands: maybe not see them, but feel their presence. He said he will look it up with the Foundation, but I… I don’t want them to go through that, what if we can't stop it? We don’t even know how the virus works —the arrow is still an enigma. And I don’t want to—”

“Lena.” he interrupts gently, tightening his hold around her. “That won’t happen. Yes, the arrow is infected and that same virus is carried by us, but there’s a reason stand users exist; there are kids who have survived the fever. You did. And the boys will do it, too. It’s okay to be worried, but don’t suffer for things that haven't happened or that might never happen.”

There’s a moment of silence, one that both share.

“You’re always right.” she mutters out of nowhere, tone calmer. There’s even a hint of humor on it.

And Giorno only smirks, “Let’s pretend that’s true,” then, as fast as the smirk took over, he presses his lips in a tight line, adding. “All the things I said don’t mean I’m not worried about them: I’m as worried as you are, but I can’t let it consume me.”

She hums, rubbing circles on his back, “Yeah, I know —I’m sorry. I know this is about our family.”

“It’s okay. I know it wasn’t your intention. Besides, I’m glad you said it.”

She hums once more, settling down.

“... Gio?”

“Hm?”

“Kissy?”

Giorno chuckles, waiting until she pulls back to slip a few fingers to her jaw, bringing her face closer —watching as she closes her eyes and following the trail of tears that streamed down her face seconds ago; he kisses her cheeks then, aiming at her tears so the trail’s cut off. Then, he hums as he presses another couple of kisses to her eyelids; one to her forehead and finally, when she’s smiling and sighing dreamily, his lips find hers in a short, sweet kiss.

He pulls away capturing her upper lip between his teeth, a soft bite that has her chuckling as he leans back —his little smirk makes her blush and wink playfully.

Giorno’s phone buzzes as the screen lights up, showing Westwood’s contact. Reaching out, Lena passes the phone to Giorno, who mutters a little thank you before he picks up.

“Pronto.”

“...” Giorno frowns with Westwood’s answer, but waits until he’s done talking.

“What did he say? You know we won’t be back at the office until tomorrow.”

“...” He leans back, closing his eyes when the headboard comes in contact with his head, mouthing something under his breath —almost like he’s trying to remember something.

“Is he still there?”

“...”

Giorno nods, shooting a quick glance to his wife as she nods and stands from the bed, walking up to the bathroom to take a shower.

There’s ruffling on the other side and, after a few moments, Westwood speaks.

Watching her disappear into the bathroom, Giorno hums once Westwood goes silent.

“Ask him this; what was the house special?”

“One extra gelato ball, chocolate flavored.”

Giorno’s throat closes for a moment, but he toughs it out. “I’ll be there in forty.”

The call ends and he looks up just in time to see the door open —his wife walks out in only his shirt, walking next into the closet, unaware of his stare.

Standing from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to take his shower next, Giorno’s mind races with thoughts as he strips and gets under the shower. It had been years since the last time he saw him.

It was clear that he had left that life behind, running away from whatever gang he was working with or, perhaps, getting injured. His reasons weren’t clear, as he was only nine when the man disappeared, but his protection remained intact through the years. Even to that moment, the old man from the gelato store still recognized him, and even if the gelato store had closed a long time ago, he would stop by to greet him.

There was no doubt that Matteo Della Morte was, and continued to be, an influence to Naples’ streets.

Reuniting with him after so many years and changes was going to be a hard step.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he keeps his towel around his waist as he steps into the closet, distracted for a moment with the picture of his wife wearing an off shoulder pink dress that clings to her frame in the right spots: it takes him a moment to look away and reach for his boxers into the drawers.

“Did something happen, Giogio?”

“... He contacted Westwood.”

Lena frowns as she’s done with her makeup, turning. “Who?”

Giorno gulps down, picking a black suit accentuated with crimson details. “Do you remember Matteo?”

“The gangster who protected you? Yeah, did he call?”

Giorno nods, looking up at his wife. “He wants to meet with me. It seems like he just came back.”

Lena nods, humming under her breath. Turning to the mirror to fix a strand of hair behind her ear, she turns in time to see her husband almost dressed if it wasn't for the open buttons of his shirt as he looks around for a matching tie. “You haven’t seen him in years, right? And he met you when you were… In a tough situation.”

“I’m not ashamed of my past. The thing is,” he drops his hand to his side as Lena steps in, buttoning his shirt. “All his actions —every interaction was from afar. The last thing he wanted was for me to follow his steps.”

“He might have wanted that, but unless you want to leave all this for real, then there’s no reason for you to feel bad about it; besides, you’re not a mob boss only. You did pursue a career.”

“... You’re always right.”

Lena chuckles, shaking her head. “Let’s pretend that’s true. Do you want me to go with you?”

He seems to think about it for a moment. “Even if I would want you to meet him, I still need to make sure it’s not an ambush.”

She nods, stepping aside to pick the suit jacket as he makes a windsor knot. Smothering the fabric of the black shirt, Giorno takes the suit jacket from her, leaning down to wrap an arm around her waist, “By the way, something tells me you choose this dress just for the fun of being a tease.”

Lena chuckles, nodding shamelessly as a perfectly manicured nail traces over the arm wrapped around her waist, “Should I apologize for being this cute, Giogio?”

The small fraction of yellow in his green eyes seems to stand out as he smirks, chuckling lowly as he leans down to steal a short kiss. “You have no excuse for being this beautiful, though.”

Lena chuckles, wiping her lipstick off his lips; as she makes sure there’s no trace of red left, the light in her eyes goes dim, “Gio, call me if something happens, okay? You don’t have to go through this reunion alone.”

Giorno’s lips are pursed in a line by the time she pulls her hand back, “I will.” he then leans down to cling to her for a moment before he's pulling back.

Taking her hand, he leads her out of their bedroom, walking up to the boys’ room.

“It’s still early to wake them up, babe.” she mutters as Giorno holds the door open for her.

“Yeah, I know.” he mutters back, closing the door behind his back and joining her side. Looking down, Giorno’s heart swells as he takes the boys’ in: from the moment they were born, it was hard to separate them, even if both had their own cribs, the boys seemed to insist on sleeping together.

Hence, the scene before him: The Giovanna twins embracing each other, still deep asleep and comforted by each other’s presence.

“I want a pic to show Ari,” Lena mutters, grinning. Giorno’s smile grows as he turns on the baby nursery lamp before the crib. The light’s not strong enough to wake them up, but on point for the pic to be taken and texted to the other couple. Putting her device aside, Lena reaches out to turn off the lights. “I’ll wake them up later, let’s get breakfast, yes?”

Giorno hums, tracing the twins’ hands with his finger as his wife disappears into the corridor —shortly after he follows her.

Coming into the kitchen, the Don’s looks down at his hand as he puts on his wedding ring and straightens Passione’s signet ring when the tea pot comes to life as Lena gets closer to it.

“Gio,” she calls sweetly, “Will you have breakfast here or…?”

Giorno nods, “I’m reuniting with him at Libeccio. Don’t worry, I’ll get something there.”

“Okay,” she answers, turning to him in a swift motion. “I’ll wait for you.”

The Don’s eyes soften as he hums, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll come home soon. Call me if you need me.”

“I will. And Gio?”

“Hm?”

“I love you, stay safe.”

The black Ford explorer leaves the mansion behind in a swift fast motion —in the wheel, Giorno’s gaze flicks to the back for a moment, making sure the automatized doors close behind the vehicle, securing his family there as the two guards go back to their positions under Fugo’s watch.

The drive to the restaurant was short, around twenty minutes as he exited the secured prestigious area and got into Naples’ touristic center, where Libeccio was.

Arriving there, Giorno soon can see Westwood standing outside the restaurant, already waiting for him. Pulling up before him, the Don climbs off with the engine still on, letting West hop in so he could drive later.

“He’s in the private area, one person is with him; a man, around thirty-eight, not so tall —he’s wearing black pants and a grey turtleneck sweater. I’m sure he knows about the business.” Westwood mutters the info as Giorno leans into the closed door, glancing into the place.

“Anything else?”

Nodding his head, Westwood adds. “He’s looking at you; at the door… Good luck.”

Giorno hums in response, straightening his position and walking up to the man Westwood had described. The man’s eyes hold a glint of recognition, and Giorno could tell he had seen him before, but the pieces to the puzzle hadn’t fit yet, too preoccupied with Matteo’s arrival.

“Don Giovanna.” the man greets him first, bowing and extending a hand out. “He’s waiting inside; I will lead you to him.”

“Thank you.”

The man stares for a moment before turning around, walking straight into the private area to the restaurant.

“Morte, he’s here.” announces the man as they get into the room, stepping aside the table at a comfortable distance: not enough to hear the conversation in its entirety, but to watch over the older man.

Matteo Della Morte had been a victim to the pass of time: the brown waves of hair were now a dark shade of gray cascading down his shoulders and although his face showed the signs of an old man, his eyes still carried the mysticism from years ago; a gentle glint shining through, too. Hidden but noticeable for Giorno.

Standing from his chair, Matteo met Giorno halfway with a firm handshake.

“Don Giovanna, thank you for coming.” the man smiles and Giorno can see a fraction of pride through the gesture, “I see you’ve achieved just what I saw.”

Giorno frowns, “Excuse me?”

Matteo shakes his head, chuckling under his breath, “I’ll explain —let’s sit down and have something first, shall we?”

With a wary look, Giorno takes a seat before the man, who gestures at the man accompanying him to call the waitress.

As the waitress arrives, Mista does too, muttering an apology and sitting before Matteo’s guard.

“I’ll get a cornetto and an espresso.” Mateo nods in Giorno’s direction and he, in a relaxed expression replies, “I’ll have the same, please.”

By the time the waitress leaves, the tension has grown again.

“I’m sure you have heard rumors, or might have one of them, too.” Starts the old man, supporting his elbows in the table and crossing his hands one over the other. “I am in possession of quite a supernatural power. It allows me to see images of someone’s future, usually it happens when that person has a strong effect upon me.”

Giorno’s expression is still serious when he replies, “You mean a stand?”

Mateo tilts his head to the side, “Is it called that? Are we on the same page?”

“We might be,” Giorno nods, letting Gold Experience Requiem cast its aura over him —allowing the shape of the stand to manifest and cast a golden aura upon him.

“Oh.” eyes were the size of dinner plates, Mateo stares as he comes to a realization. “Then that’s it.”

Gold Experience Requiem disappears with no trace as Mateo keeps talking. “Alright, now that we know that: when you saved me back then and I started to investigate so I could figure out a way to pay for your actions, I had one of those episodes: I saw an older version of you; exactly this one, and I knew you would be someone important.” the man then smiles sadly, “But I had been on the business all my life and I knew the horrors of it. Stupid of me, but I tried to change the future. As you can see,” he gestures at Passione’s signet ring in Giorno’s finger, “It didn’t work.”

Giorno nods, thoughtful. “Did you see something else?”

Mateo shakes his head, “I did not. I can only see one image per person. I’ve heard rumors, though: one of them being your actions against Alessandro for the sake of a kid. Others say you’ve got a family now. I’ve heard about the Donna. But I’m not a celebrity gossip show: I rather hear about it from you, if you feel like talking about it.”

There’s a moment of silence as Giorno makes his mind. Shoulders tense and jaw tightly pressed, his eyes scan over Mateo’s face with calculated and cold movements.

The waitress’ arrival seems to dissipate the atmosphere for a moment. As they set the plates before the men, Mista throws a glance at Giorno: the gunslinger knows him well, and even then, he is not sure of the Don’s next move.

As the waitress leaves and Mateo’s guard shifts on his chair, Giorno finally speaks up.

“How can I know this is not some kind of manipulation, ambush or strategy to bring me down? Just like you must know, I have enemies and they don’t want to drink coffee with me. If your intentions are not these, then you’re still on time to say so. I’ve got things to do.”

Matteo’s bodyguard pushes his chair on the floor violently as he stands, hitting the table with enough strength to bring it down —a red haze surrounds his fits as he does: a stand. “How dare you! He sa—”

Matteo raises a hand in a gesture for him to stop, the wrinkles in his eyes seem to stand out when he frowns. “Angelo, stop it.”

Angelo’s frown does not go unnoticed, in fact, nothing in his posture changes as he stays in place, fists tightly pressed —Mista’s hand rests on his gun as his eyes never leave Angelo, ready to act if needed.

“I get your worry,” Matteo looks back at Giorno as he starts talking; his voice too calm for the situation. “Why would you ask about the house special, confirming my identity in the process? Now, tell me, why would I ask you to come over and don’t set any rules? While public attacks are common, it is highly possible I wouldn’t step out unharmed or even alive. So no, my intentions are not to hurt you for two reasons: first,” he raises a finger to point it out. “I’ve left that life behind: I saw my own end, and preferred to keep on living.” he raises another finger, “Two; honor. I’m positive you know and hold a highly moral code, and honor is the first value we consider. At least we did in the old school: I owe you one, and probably always will. You might think I don't and refuse anything else I do, but I will keep on doing it. Now, do you really think I would harm you after protecting you?”

Giorno’s expression is blank as he listens, mouth in a tight line as he locks eyes with Matteo for a few seconds.

“Sorry,” he starts, and his voice shows he means it. “I’ve got to make sure I’m not in danger. And even if I walk out safe, as you already heard, I got a family to protect.”

Matteo nods, accepting his apology. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lip, “Just how old are you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Oh.” Matteo smiles wide, taking a bite of his cornetto like nothing happened. “So,” he covers his mouth with the back of his left hand and points at the wedding ring —that covers a fraction of the sunflower tattoo, too— with the index of his free hand. “Are you married?”

“I am,” Giorno nods, letting a sigh out. Relieved, he seems to settle down in calm. Taking a sip from his coffee, he collects his thoughts before speaking, trying to measure everything that just happened. “I met her thanks to Mista,” he looks over at Mista, who nods back. “He took me to a forceful week of vacation in Mexico. They had been friends for a while —after getting to know her I just couldn’t hide it.”

Matteo hums, setting his cup down. “Was it hard to accept it?”

“What?” Giorno asks, and a smirk crosses his face, almost like he’s reading Matteo’s mind. “My feelings? Sure thing. In the end I did and now we’ve been together for eight years. I guess we’ve made it work.”

Matteo nods, smiling behind his cup. “You have, and you will have to keep on doing so.”

For a moment, the rest is silence.

“I don’t know if you are aware of it,” Giorno suddenly speaks after taking a first bite to his cornetto and gulping it down; as he does, he sets down his napkin. “But you taught me something I rely on to this day —trust. And that, I believe, is something I will always owe you for.”

Matteo chuckles, “I can assure you, that debt was solved when you made the grass grow.”

Giorno nods, thoughtful as he takes another sip.

“Don Giovanna?” Matteo calls, finishing his cornetto.

“You don’t have to call me that, Giorno is okay.”

“Giorno. Alright. Will I meet her anytime soon? Your wife, I mean.”

Giorno nods; a small smile brightens his face as he does. “Yes, and our sons too.”

Matteo laughs, throwing his head back, “You keep surprising me, ragazzo! You’re a father too!”

Giorno raises a finger, smiling wider. “To twins.”

Matteo’s mouth hangs open for a second —and Giorno chuckles, finishing his cornetto too.

Seeing Matteo still at loss of words, Giorno lifts his chin in Mista’s direction so he can get the waitress, “I’m positive my wife wants to meet you too, but I still have to talk it out with her —would you mind if I call you later?”

Blinking a few times, Matteo nods, taking a pen and a small notebook from his pocket: he sets it down so he can write his number down. While he does, the waitress arrives and Giorno asks for the bill.

“Eh, don’t worry about it, Giovanna.” Angelo steps in. “We already took care of it.”

Giorno nods, and a flash of recognition makes his eyes widen for a second. “Thank you —Do you happen to be Matteo’s partner during those days?”

Angelo hums and Matteo gives Giorno the fraction of paper where he wrote his number down.

“Angelo is my nephew, Giorno. His father, my brother, met a tragic end. I’ve been taking care of him from then on.”

The Don nods, glancing at Angelo with a curt nod and then folding the piece of paper and saving it into his pocket. As he stands, he extends a hand out. “I’m glad I could see you again, Matteo. I’ll call you this evening so we can talk about it.”

Accepting the handshake, Matteo smiles warmly. Like a father. “Of course, Giorno: I’m glad you turned into a gentleman. I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Stepping out of the restaurant with Mista following him, Giorno stops on his tracks as soon as the cry of a kitten reaches him.

“Giogio?” Mista asks, hand back on his gun and eyes already looking around.

“It’s nothing, Mista. Did you hear it, the kitten?”

Mista frowns, nodding. “Yes,” he then grins as realization hits him. “Will you take it home?”

Giorno hums as he makes his way into the alley. The sun doesn't reach there, hence the alternaria growing in the walls and crawling all around. A few trash cans lay on the floor, knocked by some stray dog —and in the middle of all the trash, a small paperboard box.

The kitten cries again, and Giorno quickly finds the cardboard box to be the source of its sound. Walking up to it, he makes sure his presence is known by purposefully making a small sound with his shoe, enough to let it know he’s there, but not to make it run away.

Reaching the box, he opens it to reveal a kitten he recognizes as a maine coon, too small to feed themselves: he’s not sure if it’s naturally grey or it’s just dirt, but he doesn’t think much of it.

“Hey, buddy.” he mutters, kneeling slowly and letting the little one sniff his hand. “Someone left you here, didn’t they? I know of someone who will love you.” he takes off his suit jacket, completely ignoring the fact that it will probably be ruined —picking the kitten up with a single hand, he wraps the suit jacket around the kitten, and finally, with the kitten wrapped in a comfortable burrito, he cradles it like it’s nothing, stepping out of the alley and walking back to the truck.

Mista holds open the door as he hops in, climbing after him.

“West, drive us to the nearest vet.”

Westwood grins, making eye contact through the mirror as the engine comes to life. “Would you mind if I play some music, boss?”

Giorno shrugs, looking down at the kitten as it stares up at him with big, scared eyes. He then looks back at Westwood. “It’s okay as long as you keep it at a comfortable volume.”

Westwood nods and the speakers come to life as the Kean Dysso remix for Plain Jane starts playing; Mista whistles, grinning as the streets of Naples pass by.

Retrieving his phone from his pocket, Giorno has to maneuver a bit while holding the kitten and crunching down so his head doesn’t hit the ceiling of the vehicle —finally getting a hold of his phone and going back to his position, he swipes up the lockscreen (a picture of his wife smiling for the camera while holding both twins) the main menu pops in and he chooses the messaging app. As soon as the contacts are displayed he taps on his wife’s one, typing slowly, as he’s still holding the now sleeping kitten.

**Hey, angel. Everything is okay. I have a surprise for you.

The message sent notification pops in and Giorno looks through the window as he waits for the reply, looking back as soon as he sees the read notification and smiling once the typing sign shows up below her contact.

Soon, the reply pops in and he reads over it with quick eyes.

i’m glad! we’ll be waiting for you ♥♥♥

He sends a few emojis after that, smirking out of mischief as the vehicle stops before the vet clinic and Mista climbs off so he can hold the door for him.

It’s around two in the evening when the Ford explorer gets into the mansion’s front door and slowly stops before the main door, where Vittorio awaits already.

“Welcome back, Giogio. Lena’s worried, I hope you have a good excuse.”

Taking the cat kennel from the seat and seizing it while taking a bag out, Giorno shoots a smirk at Vittorio as the leader of La Squadra sees the reason for his late arrival.

“Where is she?” he asks then, walking up the stairs to the front door.

“In the lobby,” Vittorio says, “She’s playing with Jovi and Dante just fell asleep.”

“Good,” he says, walking past Vittorio and straight into the lobby.

As soon as Lena recognizes his steps, she and the little boy in her arms turn to him with big, bright gins.

“Baby, you’re here!” she opens her mouth to ask something, but the kitten’s sudden meow brings both Lena’s and Jovi’s attention.

“Love?” she asks, eyeing the kennel with illusion. “Is that…?”

“Why don’t you find out?” he replies, setting down the kennel and walking up to the coffee table where he sets the bag down. Then, he walks up to her, taking Jovi.

Lena nods, giving Giorno an excited smile.

Kneeling before the kennel, she opens it slowly, letting the kitten walk out warily as it sniffs at the house.

As soon as she could take a look at it, she gasps, grinning and melting in an instant. “Did you find it?”

Giorno nods, sitting by her side with Jovi on his thigh, “In an alley. The vet says he’s healthy, just needs a family and care. He’s around two months old.”

Lena grins wider, looking back to the kitten and snapping back to Giorno. “Is it a boy?”

Giorno laughs, preventing Jovi from touching it yet, “Yeah. The real question is —” he locks eyes with his wife, “Do you want to keep him? I brought him home because I know you love cats.”

Lena smiles, nodding excitedly. “Yeah! Let’s keep him! —Jovi, baby look! He’s your new friend.” she leans closer to Jovi’s eyesight, pointing at the kitten as the baby looks at the kitten, babbling with curious hands.

“Now,” Giorno kisses Jovi’s head. “How should we call him?”

Lena looks off in the distance, grinning when an idea pops in her mind. “Ares?”

Giorno smirks, nodding. “Why not.”

Taking Jovi from him, Lena sets the boy in her lap as she takes his little hand, guiding it to the small kitten, and letting him feel his fluffy fur —Jovi’s eyes shine brighter as he squeaks in happiness, babbling and trying to touch more.

Giorno stands from the floor, going to get Dante from his playpen and sitting back before the curious kitten, he takes Dante's hand and lets him feel the kitten too: his reaction is the same as Jovi’s.

With both twins staring intently at the kitten as he roams around, Giorno looks over at his wife, smiling when she looks back.

Lena leans in, stealing a kiss and mumbling into his lips. “Thank you, babe.”

Giorno hums, stealing one more kiss.

With the twins asleep and the couple sitting now at the couch, silence settles in as they watch Ares eat. There’s the sound of birds chirping outside and Pietro’s voice in the distance as he and Vivienne play poker.

“Lena.” Giorno mutters, twisting his head to look at her, “About Matteo. He seemed genuine with his intentions. He wants to meet you and the boys.”

The Donna hums, leaning her head on his chest as Ares looks around before he starts licking his paw in a signal that he’s well-fed. “If you think it’s safe for the boys, then it’s okay. I’ve wanted to meet him for a while now, but we gotta make sure he’s not trying to betray you in any way.”

“Then, if you agree, why don’t we go and have dinner with him so you can make your mind? Once you’re sure he’s of trust, we can let him meet the twins.”

Lena hums, shifting to face him. “Okay. Sorry if I can’t trust him yet.”

Shaking his head, Giorno’s smile is sincere like his words. “It’s okay, I understand. It’s about our family, of course we should be careful.”

She leans in, stealing a kiss and leaning on his broad chest to look back at the kitten, who has fallen asleep on his bed.

“Do you realize we have one more son? A fur son, in fact.”

Giorno chuckles.

part 2.

#GioLena #The Giovanna twins #i'm super proud of this fic please don't let it sink into The Void ;w;

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