#I think she walked it back a bit and apologised for being harsh but honestly she was right

[vim-flam]

I'm being a mean little hater post disclaimer, but instagram comment sections get so tiresome sometimes.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Ivy & Mal

Chapter nine of Dead Beauty AU, aka Ivy being a diva for 2,7k words straight. Without formating this time, for which I apologise. Please, head over to AO3 for, y’know. Reasonable format.

Ivy wakes up in her bed; she isn’t really sure how she got there, and she isn’t really sure if she cares. (She thinks she remembers the rope, itchy under her hands, and Diego talking at her. She thinks she remembers being carried.)

But now, now she’s in her bed, which is good, and something nearby is throwing the vibes <i>off</i>, which is horrible.

Something: A certain wannabe good fairy standing in the door and leaning at the frame.

Ivy groans and hides her face into the pillow again.

She’ll need to have a talk about this with the Baduns – later.

„Don’t act on me,“ the purple nuisance scolds, all poisoned apples and cursed roses, and Ivy fumbles her hand under the pillow, there should be– Right. That knife is still in the garden. Fucking demon dogs and fucking annoying fae.

So she sits up and opens the bedside drawer. Next moment, a different knife imbeds itself into the frame of the doors – well, mostly – and Ivy lazily smirks at that. She has a <i>good</i> aim.

„Now that we know you’re awake and we have the pleasantries off the way, how about you and I talk like civilised beings?“

Oh, absolutely not, please and thank you.

„Fuck off,“ answers Ivy. She doesn’t feel like talking, at all. And besides, it’s too early to be up and about anyway. Leave it to Auradon to fuck up perfectly good circadian schedule.

„It’s eleven in the morning, de Vil,“ Mal informs her, as if anyone asked her. Ivy ostentatiously turns away from here and look, Claudine isn’t there anymore. (She <i>thinks</i> she remembers falling asleep next to her.)

„Now get your ass up and about.“

Ivy supposes  she could get up, if only to see where Claudine went, make sure she– make sure she didn’t leave.

„Fine,“ she sighs dramatically as she slips out of the covers, „Since you are asking so nicely.“

„How lovely of you. And for fucks sake, cover up. You look like a slut.“

Ivy looks down at her clothes, and yes, they look good, thank you for asking.

„And you look like a dumb bitch, so?“

She takes a tiny bit of pleasure at the look of <i>hurt</i> at the fairy’s face, though it doesn’t take long time for her to shake the insult off and defend herself: 

„You’re wearing <i>lingerie</i>–“

Ivy bends down to find her shoes, and, right. Those probably stayed in the garden too. It’s okay, it’s not like anyone sane would want (to steal) (her) high heels. She opens the closet to choose a different pair and barely spares Mal a dismissive glance: „And you’re wearing, well, <i>all of that</i>.“

There is something wrong with this girl, honestly.

She fishes out high heels that she thinks used to have rhinestones on them once upon the time; they’re white, Claudine might like them better than the red ones.

She also grabs one of the coats her Auntie let her have, to start her own collection or because she didn’t feel like cleaning it herself, without Carlos around, Ivy is honestly not sure, and she throws it over her shoulders. Anyway.

She turns back at the fairy only to find she’s walked away already, let herself into the living room. 

Oh well.

Ivy is fairly certain the fairy would just wake her again if she went back to sleep, but she isn’t really feeling like joining her just yet.

Thus, she sits in front of her vanity and calmly selects what products to use – does her eyeliner – mascara and highlighter on her cheekbones – paints her lips bloody red. She stares at herself, for now satisfied. This shade suits her, and matches her nails; she poses with her fingers at her cheek, <s>she looks like those old photos in Auntie’s rooms, drawn over carefully with harsh red marker</s>, and–

She shrieks. Her nail is <i>broken</i>. From the whole treehouse escapade, no doubt,

„Who’s murdering you, de Vil?“ yells Mal from the depths of the house with adequate level of disinterest but loudly enough Claudine is sure to hear it, if she is in the house. And she might not come near due to this bitch, she doesn’t like loud noises.

„This is all your fault!“ shouts Ivy back as she stumbles into the living room. The sooner this annoying uppity bitch is out of the house, the better.

„What did you want anyway?“ She stops by the cupboard where she stores alcohol and pulls out the bottle of whiskey from– yesterday? Eh, who cares. She holds it against the light, it looks decently full still, and also–

„Dim these fucking lights for Evil’s sake.“

„’s not my fucking fault you’re hungover, is it now?“ The accursed fairy doesn’t do slightest move to shut the lights.

„It is your fault I have to look at you.“ And so early, too, and those colours, the hair– Why the hair!

„Also, who did that to you?“ She gestures to, well, her whole self, and screws open the bottle.

„Well, why–“

Ivy puts down the bottle momentarily and claps her hands sharply:

„Lights!“ she reminds her. Her head hurts and it <i>is</i> painful to look at.

She makes a shooing motion at the other girl when she hisses something she doesn’t bother to try to understand, and yeah. Fucking finally.

She sighs as the lights dim and sits down at sofa, the flask in her hand again, leaving Mal to deal with it or sit elsewhere. Mal sits elsewhere. Her loss, really.

Ivy drinks from it as she leans back and asks: „Well? Who did that to you?“

„Why little Dizzy Tre–“

Ivy cackles <s>and almost chokes on the alcohol</s>. When she recovers from the coughing fit, she cries out: „Little Dizzy Tremaine! What did you do to the Tremaines already! You’ve been back here, what, two days? Three?“

„Almost four, you bitch, not like you or Hook would notice.“

Ivy just shrugs. You see, she just doesn’t care all that much.

„And I think it looks cool.“

Ivy chokes again. God, she isn’t drunk enough for this.

„She gave you <i>bangs</i>!“ she protests.

„I like it,“ shrugs the insolent fairy, the bloody crime against fashion and a walking insult to anyone who has eyes, „Now–“

Ivy holds up her hand– What does she mean, now?! 

Still holding up her hand to stop the fae from talking, she drinks again, and then sets the flask down on the ground and says: „I need a cigarette.“

She cares nothing for Mal’s eyes flickering in displeasure as she reaches out into the table:

„Goddamit,“ she curses quietly before raising her voice again, „Would you make yourself useful and got me a light?“

Mal, Mal the Auradonian princess, Mal, one of the arsonists of the Isle of the Lost, promptly throws a lighter at her head.

Ivy catches it and lights up the cigarette in between her lips.

„Thanks,“ she mutters then, letting the words go along with the first breath of smoke.

„You’re so fucking pathetic, de Vil,“ the fairy sights as Ivy plays with the lighter absentmindedly.

„You can keep that, by the way.“

She looks at the lighter now: It’s the cheap but reusable kind, with a picture of more naked than clothed woman at the side. Ivy figures Claudine won’t like to borrow this one; she keeps it anyway. Free stuff, you see.

„Didn’t think you were into that,“ she says, just to say something, „And also, don’t you have a boyfriend?“

She doesn’t really care what Mal likes to look at, but, relationships drama, you see.

„He’s not my boyfriend anymore,“ Mal frowns. 

You see, relationships drama.

„So he dumped you? Don’t you magic folk have some potion or curse against that?“

„No– Yes! I mean we do and I did use that, but it washed off! <i>And</i> he didn’t mind that. I- <i>I</i> broke up with <i>him</i>!“

Why, yes, Ivy does greatly enjoy watching the colour rising up as the fairy struggles with her words and it takes her a moment to register what she said. Then, she just stares blankly: I mean, who dumps a prince?

This girl, apparently.

„Wow, you really are dumb,“ Ivy says finally and drinks straight from the flask again.

Mal just makes some mostly incoherent noise of outrage in response, and well. Not Ivy’s problem.

„Shut up,“ she says instead. If she keeps shrieking like that, Claudine will be impossible the whole day.

Notably, Mal doesn’t shut up, at all. Instead, she waves away Ivy‘s words and says:

„Anyway.“

Ivy yawns, utterly uninterested in anything the stupid fairy-spawn could say in her defence.

„<i>Anyway,</i>“ the fairy-spawn presses on, „Why the fuck didn’t you tell me the Hooks have my boyfriend?!“

„Your ex-boyfriend,“ corrects Ivy, blowing out the words along with the smoke from her cigarette.

„<i>So</i> not the point!“

Ivy lifts her eyebrow. She’s still not drunk enough for this.

„It is <i>not</i> the point, de Vil!“ insists Mal again, as if Ivy cared, „You should have told me anyway! He’s there because of me, he is my responsibility!“

Wow, young love. 

Ivy yawns again.

„I told Carlos,“ she says, „He told you. Basically the same thing.“

Ivy listens to the other girl throwing an annoyingly loud and awfully repetitive hissy fit for a moment, before she cuts her off: „And yet, here you are,“ she breathes out the smoke and gives Mal a glare, „Yapping at me like the useless bitch you are and disrupting my morning.“ (Disrupting Claudine, too. She still hadn’t shown up.) „Instead of, you know. Getting your ex-boyfriend, the very rich and powerful king, from the port?“

„I– de Vil!“

Fucking finally, she had shocked the fairy into silence. Took her long enough. Ivy breathes in from her cigarette, leans her head back, and closes her eyes.

„Amazing. Now, kindly shut the fuck up and leave. You know where the doors are.“

Given she let herself in, she must know: and, well, if she doesn’t and has an unfortunate run-in with one of the traps around the house? Ivy couldn’t care less.

„You should have told me– Told me directly– fucking Hooks– Why, you didn’t have nothing better to do, nothing better than trying to kill yourself–“ Mal starts muttering again like the broken gramophone in the downstairs living room, and geez, still?

„I told Diego. I told Carlos. You know. I don’t know what’s the fuss about,“ she, too, repeats. Though, speaking of which:

„Diego!“ she calls out, to try and see if he’s home or if he’s vanished again, to the salon or perhaps to the port or to other depths of hell she does not wish to be thinking about.

„Diego!“ she’s sure he’d just love to hear this new relationships drama, too.

And really, he peeks his head into the room few moments later: To Ivy’s delight, he has new, very distinct, bruises on his neck and jaw. Looks like someone had an <i>interesting</i> night–

But about that later.

„The fuck did you want?“ he grunts at her with an attitude suitable for the early hour and also <i>maybe</i> being distracted from other far more <i>pleasurable</i> activities.

She points her hand at Mal: „She dumped the king.“

„What.“

„That’s what I said!“ Ivy gestures around wildly.

Neither of them pays attention to Mal, who is trying to defend herself. Something about too much media attention?

Ivy can’t relate.

Diego stalks closer and helps himself to the flask that Ivy left by her feet; he drinks straight from it.

„She’s still gonna do the hostage-money stuff, right?“ he says, „Or at least give the demands further? To someone who will?“

„Fucking hell!“ swears Mal loudly and both cousins stare at her. No need to be so rude, really.

„<i>Yes</i> I am going to get Ben from the port. He’s my responsibility! And the money– and the rest. We’ll see. But I am getting Ben from the port.“

„Then fucking <i>get to it</i>,“ growls Diego.

Ivy takes the flask from Diego, drinks, and then gestures around with the bottle: „<i>Thank you</i>! That’s what I’ve been saying!“

Mal sputters. In answer, Ivy dramatically drops her forehead against her cousin’s shoulder.

„Do you need to be escorted or what?“ Diego asks rather irritably. Fucking mood of him.

„I– no,“ Mal finally – fucking finally! – gives up and gets from her seat, „I know the way. Thanks for nothing, by the way.“

„You’re <i>so</i> welcome,“ Ivy says, and it means „If you don’t dip right this bloody second, I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.“

Diego makes a growling noise that she can only assume means the same.

Though–!

„I’ll go with you,“ she decides, sighing heavily and standing up. She doesn’t sway, not really.

„Gotta make sure the unwanted guest is really out of the way, don‘t I?“ 

And maybe see where Claudine did disappear to, while she is at it.

Diego holds his hand against her back for just a heartbeat before he  joins her: „I’ve been thinking about visiting Harriet,“ he says, and they dive into familiar arguments, which, Ivy notes with pleasure, make Mal blush furiously.

On the ground floor, still few halls down from the front door, something catches Ivy’s attention: A shadow moving under the door, clinging of the dishes, a well-known voice humming an anxious melody.

„Bye,“ she says to Mal, „I hope you have an awful day. Bye, have fun.“ She presses a quick kiss to Diego’s cheek, careful not to leave any mark with her lipstick.

„Try not to die,“ he tells her in turn.

„Can’t promise anything.“ With that, she opens the door to the kitchen.

Claudine is there: Of course she is. She didn’t turn on the lights and she is busying herself with the dishes. Ivy almost frowns at that, but: She’s still there.

Ivy closes the door behind her softly; Claudine hears anyway.

She turns around, fast and tense, and relaxes again when she sees Ivy.

„It’s you,“ she says, and if anyone else said that, Ivy would be insulted by the words alone, „Hi.“

Ivy nods in greeting and walks to her, sits on the counter by the sink.

„You know you don’t have to do that, right?“ She points her chin towards the dishes Claudine is cleaning and re-cleaning, organising and re-organising.

„I–“ Claudine wrings her hands together in the cloth in a manner that looks vaguely painful and Ivy resists taking it from her.

„You don’t have to do that here,“ she repeats instead, „Cook, clean, wash dishes – You don’t have to. Or– Did auntie make you? Again?“

Ivy takes the cloth away now, as Claudine is decidedly pulling at it just to hurt herself. She makes a displeased noise at that, but doesn’t argue.

Ivy frowns.

„Your aunt hasn’t been there,“ says Claudine finally, „I wanted some tea.“

The „And I didn’t want to deal with people,“ goes unsaid. She points at the counter, to the half-empty mug on it.

„I made you some, too.“

Ivy coos at that and Claudine turns to fetch it for her; Ivy decides to ignore the line of cooling mugs on the table. Claudine explains anyway:

„Wanted to have the tea good for you. Not cold.“ She gives her the cup – very warm – and she is blushing slightly, „Didn’t know– didn’t know when you’d come?“

Ivy could just fucking melt. Not that– Not that she’d admit it, or anything.

„Aww,“ she coos again as she takes it and she leans back slightly and hooks one of her legs behind Claudine’s back, bringing her close,„Thank you.“

Claudine is now blushing furiously as she attempts to arrange Ivy’s dress into place.

Ivy laughs at that, which, of course, makes Claudine blush even more. This is just delightful.

But she still has the cup in her hand, so she brings it to her lips: She’s not surprised to find the tea is exactly as she likes it.

She hums appreciatively at Claudine and says:

„Maleficent’s daughter was there, being annoying. But that’s all dealt with: I’m all yours, sweetheart.“

With the understanding that there <i>will</i> be complaining about the fairy, of course.

Still blushing Claudine carefully moves aside the cup and leans in for a kiss and really, for how horribly the day started, it might shape up yet.

Ivy smiles into her lips.

[jamesmarriottistrilingual]

Jack Wilder is a swiftie

Daniel liked Jack for a couple of reasons:for example the way that Jack made quesadillas every Sunday lunchtime. He originally thought that it was stupid however he eventually came to lie about it. However there was one thing that he loathed about the younger man. HE LOVES TAYLOR SWIFT TO DEATH!

He realised that the younger horseman was a swiftie when he heard him singing to “New Romantics” in the Shower. Moreover,Jack had brought tickets to see Taylor Swift live(The Eras Tour or something stupid like that) during June time. Two tickets. Great. Henley must also be a swiftie-she could be surprisingly disappointing like that sometimes(similar to the time where she was too big to fit through that trapdoor-she should’ve been better). He knew that Merritt would be better than to be a swiftie. 

One day,he walked through to the shared kitchen when he heard Jack talking to Merritt. 

“So Merritt. Please go to the Eras Tours with me.”,Jack pleaded. “I need someone to go see Taylor with. Everyone else is busy.”

“Urmm.” he hears the hesitation in the older guy’s voice. “I think that I’m busy that day but as Danny. He’ll say yes.”

“DANNY!” Jack yelled. The younger man runs into the living room and halts in the middle of the room. “CAN YOU SEE TAYLOR SWIFT WITH ME?”

“Do you want to know my honest feelings about Taylor Swift?” Daniel said. He sees Jack’s face turn quickly into a sadden expression. “She sucks. She’s annoying. All her music seems the exact same. All she does is ruin the music industry. She’s basically everything that is wrong with music. Why do you feel the need to listen to her? It's because your mother never liked you growing up so you listened to Taylor Swift to cope with it. You pretend she’s good so you could say that your childhood was decent. Don’t lie Jack. We all know that your childhood was shitty. Why do you need to go to this shitty woman’s concert? You need to grow the fuck up Jack. You honestly need to.” He storms out of the living room not noticing Jack’s breath hitch up. 

By the time he reaches his bedroom he shuts the door and just hopes to ignore everything Taylor Swift related for the rest of his life. However,Henley and Merritt had other plans. 

Firstly the redhead lady barges into my bedroom and taps Daniel on the shoulder harshly. “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A DICK ALL THE TIME DANIEL. BECAUSE OF YOU JACK IS BAWLING HIS EYES OUT IN THE LIVING ROOM.”,she yells at Daniel. “JUST QUIT BEING A PRAT FOR ONCE AND MAYBE ONE OF YOUR TEAMMATES WOULDN’T BE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK IN THE LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!”

“I just told him the truth!” Daniel replied in a harsh voice.

“Maybe get your ass in the living room now.” Henley said back dragging him out of the bedroom and into the living room where Jack was still struggling to take in a full breath and had a couple of scratches on his neck from where he tried to catch his breath again. From the look on Merritt’s face Daniel knew he fucked up. 

“Look Jack I’m sorry but she still sucks.” Daniel replied with. Henley wacks Daniel with her hand and he winches a bit. Then Merritt fulls on slaps him around the cheek leaving a bit of a mark around his cheek. “Well I apologise for having an opinion. Maybe you all need to grow up.”

“Or maybe I have a better idea” Merritt said just as Daniel was turning around. “Jack. Daniel will go to the Eras Tour with you.” Henley nodded in response. Daniel’s face turned in anger.

That day Daniel got taught an important lesson.

DON’T INSULT TAYLOR!

[sillysheephybrid]

💫Blissclan Moon 6 (Lifegen)💫

Start of moon summary:

I managed to sneak out of camp and it is so pretty outside the camp! I got caught and scolded though...

I'm 5 moons so I am almost an apprentice! I can't wait to explore outside the camp more.

What else happened during Moon 6:

Waterstar is starting to look really old.

I think Shadowfoot might be Leafpelt's dad. Simply because they both are fully white with one coloured ear. I don't know why I didn't notice that before...

I spent some time with Dogthunder and found out she was originally from another clan! She was apparently taken as a kitten, due to underpopulation, by Waterstar before he was a leader and was called Watershade. Waterstar doesn't know that Dogthunder still remembers.

Honeypool found some marigold.

Shadowfoot has been spending more time in the medicine cat den lately. He's been hanging out with Sweetspeckle and despite that he still manages to do his duties.

While training Tumblepaw, Shadowfoot realised that Tumblepaw wasn't acting like her usual self. He asked her what's wrong and she broke down because she felt like she wasn't doing good enough. Shadowfoot decided to comfort her by telling her about all the mistakes he made as an apprentice. It's hard to believe he made any type of mistakes.

Instead of insulting Tumblepaw, I decided to just talk to her. She asked me if I was worried about my apprentice ceremony. Honestly, I was. She told me that its not so bad and I just have to worry about pleasing my mentor. Tumblepaw went on to list apprentice duty stuff, didn't really help.

In a last ditch effort, Ridgecatcher tried to do another scavenger hunt and I actually did it! I know I'm leaving the nursery soon so I can at least do my best this time.

Dogthunder tried to get me to clean, that on the other paw didn't go as well.

I went to go and talk to Leafpelt but I couldn't find her anywhere until she suddenly scared me.

I was sad one day and Shadowfoot spotted me. Shadowfoot decided to give me battle advice as a way to make me feel better. I was a bit confused. Shadowfoot walked away and suddenly stopped before he came back to me. He apologised to me because he thought he sounded harsh

Sweetspeckle decided to show me something. He put his paw on a pebble blew on it and when he lifted his paw the pebble was gone! I begged him to tell me how he did that, his answer wasn't clear...

Dogthunder called me small! Like a little fish. Then told me not to organize my fish clan against her! I am not a fish >:(

Ridgecatcher comforted me about my worries about being an apprentice.

I saw Rosetwist sleeping and was confused because she is usually up by then. I woke her up and realised she overslept.

Waterstar told me I am destined for greatness. That's reassuring.

Allegiances for Moon 6:

[wizkiddx]

living and reviving II

yep when I said three parts I think I meant 4 oops

summary: an overdue conversation that has to happen - like it or not

warnings: cheating, swearing, pregnancy talk, lots more angst, think thats it?

tomhollandxreader

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So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

That had been three weeks ago.

And it still fucking hurt like hell.

It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.

Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.

After everyone had realised just how serious their situation was, Tom had moved out of your shared flat - so you could at least be in the place you were comfortable. Afterall the nursery was built in your flat and clearly it was you doing all the baby stuff for the moment. Thankfully Yamna, having been cut loose so without job, offered to move in with you. Which was probably the only thing keeping you going.

Well, that and ben and jerrys ‘phish food’. Honestly the shop must think you’re running some sort of ice cream black market at the rate you’re getting through their tubs.

Everyone kept parroting that it wasn’t good for the baby. Too much ice cream . Too much heavy lifting. Too much stress.

And yes, it probably was. But that was out of your control . The stress and lack of man in the household meant you had to do the heavy lifting of shopping from the car up the stairs. Shopping meaning ice cream, which you only depended on so much because of the stress.

It was a vicious cycle of hell.

Even Yamna, the person you were relying on keeping you sane had started walking on eggshells. It was as though you were literally about to pop, she always had to have at least half an eye on you. You were even banned from locking the toilet door - just in case.

It felt like you were a captive animal, people kept coming to observe you, giving sad looks before gleeing the scene.

You hadn’t been sleeping well either. Of course, being 3 weeks of your due date didn’t help - but neither did the lack of Tom. In fact, for the first time since shit had hit the fan, you had actually been managing to get some decent sleep when Yamna knocked on your bedroom door, quietly calling your name.

“I’m asleep” Groaning, you pulled the covers further over your head, praying to god that she’d leave you alone. But of course that wasn’t happening, she just lightly chuckled before you felt the bed dip - she had perched on the edge… Toms side.

“You never normally sleep talk.”

“I’m never normally this sleep deprived.” She sighed, whilst you still stubbornly kept your eyes closed.

“I’m sorry I woke you…. but this is important.”

“What?” Almost grunting, you threw the covers down looking up at her in anticipation. That was another thing about pregnancy - you were always on high alert, always worried.

“Toms here.”

“Tell him to f off.” Quickly you stopped caring about what your bestmate had to say.

“He’s saying that he’s the little ones dad and that he deserves to be involved and…. and I think I might agree.”

“I deserve a boyfriend who stays loyal to me so clearly neither of us are getting what we want.” You weren’t angry at Yamna and snapping at her wasn’t the answer. And yet you still did it.

“Y/n….I love you and I am completely on your side. I just think that maybe, perhaps, you should at least manage to be civil before baby arrives. Otherwise… thats going to be a lot to deal with all at once.”

It was your turn to sigh, deep and heavy (or at least as deep as the baby let). Most infuriatingly she was right. The conversation had to happen at some point. With a baby there too it would only be even more traumatic.

“He’s here now?” It only dawned on you how broken you actually sounded when the words croaked out of you.

“Yeh hunny… I didn’t let him inside so he’s standing outside the door looking like a dickhead right now.” The image cheered you up a little, enough to sit up in bed and be wrapped in Yamna’s arms. Her actions said it all, she really only meant the best for you and knew how hard this would be. After a moment she leant back. “I almost considered calling the paps so they could get a picture and label him as a groveling dick.”

“You should of.” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the answer had you both laughing. It took a minute to calm down before she changed subject slightly.

“You want me to make myself scarce? I can hide in my room or go to the shops or-“

“Text the guy from the bar - you deserve a night off ‘babysitting Y/n’ duties.”

“I’m not babys-“

“Yes you are. Go out with him and have some fun, I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeh”

That was a bare face lie - but Yamna had been almost too good to you. She really really needed a break. Especially as the current plan was she’d be helping with the newborn too. Right now you wouldn’t have wished a baby on yourself - never mind your best mate.

“Okay, get ready then babe - but do it slowly, leave him waiting outside in the cold for as long as possible.”

“Obviously.” You laughed, hauling yourself out of bed, where she gave you one more encouraging hug before leaving.

After hearing Yamna leave, and brushing your hair and throwing on a new pair of trakkies and hoodie, you slowly walked towards the door. It felt as though impending doom were on the other side and every fibre of you wanted to scream and run the other way. But it just had to happen at some point. Why not now?

With a final sharp exhale, attempting to pull yourself together, you opened the door. Immediately your heart sank, seeing nothing. Had you really been that long? And even so, was a 10 minute wait enough for him to give up? You could already feel the hormonal pregnancy tears starting to spring, when a grunt drew your attention.

What you hadn’t considered was the fact Tom was ready to camp out, sitting on the floor beside your door. Springing to his feet, he seemed shocked you’d actually opened the door - makes two of you. When Yamna left she had told him you were coming, but seeing really is believing.

“Y/n! I-I… I wasn’t sure you were ever going to answer.”

“You and me both.” You replied dryly, still leaning on the door. “Do you er…. do you want to come in?” Again he seemed shocked, as though he wasn’t sure you meant it.

“Is that-that okay?” Shrugging you just nodded, stepping back so he could get in. He did pay half the mortgage afterall.

“You want a drink?” He quickly declined your offer, not vocally but instead rushing past you to the kitchen and turning the kettle on himself.

“Your the pregnant one. Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you a cuppa.”

And a bit taken a back by his forcefulness you followed instructions, from the sofa watching how effortlessly he danced round the kitchen. It wasn’t shocking, it was technically his kitchen too. But seeing him there felt so alien, almost transporting you back to much much simpler times. Seemed a lifetime ago.

After a couple of minutes, he rounded the sofa with a hot chocolate in one hand for you (because caffiene is bad for the baby) and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the other.

“So… how have you been?”

“Ate a lot of ben and jerrys” You answered without really answering, except he knew you all too well.

“That bad?” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his brow “how about the baby?”

“I don’t tend to carry an ultrasound on me but she’s been keeping me up all night kicking - so normal I guess.”

“Thats good” He spoke before realising what he said. “Sorry no I um-I don’t mean it like that!” You all but laughed in the face of his flusteredness, only making the tips of his ears go pinker.

“I assume you had something to say and that you came here for a reason rather than just pity me?”

“I want to make things right Y/n - I-I mean your having my kid.”

“OUR kid”

“ Exactly! And-and I love you too and-“

“Bullshit” You may have murmured it under your breath but you had intended for him to hear.

“Oh come one Y/n, you know that!”

It was like the man was asking to be yelled at.

“Don’t sit there trying to patronise me! I THOUGHT i knew it but then I saw you all over another girl. So yes, I’m calling bullshit.”

“Ugh I… If your not going to even try to hear me out then…”

“Then what Tom? You gonna kick me out. I mean this is your flat after all! Maybe you’d like to dump the mother of your unborn child homeless on the street and forget about us - how’d that sound? I’m sure your fans would blindly applaud you.”

“Listen! Please would you just listen to me.” His voice was loud and tone harsh, making you flinch a little. Not because you were ever worried he’d hurt you - but how this wave of uncomfort shuddered through your body, baby even squirming in discontent. So focused on that you just nodded, shifting back into the sofa.

Tom had noticed your reaction and seeing you seemingly scared of him like that, well it broke his heart. Even more.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, I just…. I really need to try and fix this.” He leaned closer, letting out a thankful breath when you just nodded, as if to say go on.

“I’ve really really missed you… these past couple of weeks I’ve never felt so gulity in my life. Not because of what I did! Well yeh that but-but more how much it hurt you and-“

“Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but let out that little curse of pain as a new wave of pain, which seemed to originate from your lower back, shuddered through you. Tom looked up from where his eyes had been nervously wringing his palms whilst he spoke. Rubbing a hand over your belly you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.

She was just kicking really really hard. Right?

“Uhm yeh so I just wanted to properly tell you everything that happened that night so at least we are on the same page? A-And I’m not going to try and use this an excuse but I had been drinking so-“

Seemingly baby disliked the end of that sentence too, causing another rippling wave to echo through your body, feeling as though a band was pressing tightly round your stomach. With another small curse it forced you to stand up, in the hope that’d ease her. Clearly she was as done with his shit as you were.

“Need a water.” You muttered, already waddling to the kitchen, where you heard Tom follow you immediately - like an inpatient dog.

“Y/n sit down I can-“

He was silenced by you freezing and grabbing his arm tightly - a physical contact he hadn’t been expecting from you.

“Tom… get your phone.” You spoke slowly, still not having dared to have moved an inch - fingers almost white from how tightly you were squeezing his forearm.

“Wha-are you-are you okay?”

“I think my waters just broke. Get the phone. Now.”

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[clairecrive]

Billy idea that I have no time to write myself loool: reader and Billy are friends with benefits. Reader is happy with the arrangement and knows Billy is sleeping with other women but she doesn't care. It's not serious with them. Billy however hadn't really thought about Reader sleeping with other people and he finds out. Maybe from friends (Frank, Curtis and Karen because hello AU) or maybe all of them are out at a bar and he sees her go home with someone else? But he gets suuuuper jealous about it and realises he wants more. I'll leave it up to you if Reader wants more too. Angsty jealous Billy though, am I right? Lmaooo (this is faulty-coding btw, hello 🖤)

"Commitment"

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"Hey, stranger." A familiar voice and then his familiar touch on your back before he sat in front of you.

"Hi, Billy."

"it's been a while," he mentioned casually while his eyes took you in.

It had been more than a while, actually. Last time you saw Billy had been over a week ago. Well, you hadn't really seen him, that was the problem.

Ever since you had started your "agreement" you'd drop by his office from time to time to surprise him. He had told you that he deeply enjoyed office sex while you had never had it. Needless to say, it soon became one of your favourite things.

And that was why that day, you were at Anvil. You hadn't told Billy that you were coming. It wouldn't have been a surprise then, would it? However, when you stepped in front of his door, just one touch away from opening it, you heard it.

Well, heard her actually.

It was Billy that ended up surprising you that day. You usually loved surprises but that one you would have gladly skipped.

Although it had taken you most of a week to come to this realisation, you realized that it was actually a good thing to happen. The thing you had with Billy wasn't labelled. It was fun but it wasn't serious. Despite the fact that you were friends and hang out with the same group, you had never committed to each other.

And you were honestly fine with it. You enjoyed your time with Billy, outside and under the sheets.

It had been months though and you hadn't wanted to acknowledge it but it wasn't enough anymore. Billy's role in your life was ambiguous. He was your friend sure, but one you'd have sex with. He wasn't your boyfriend but he was the one you'd spend the most of your time with, the one with whom you were intimate.

You wanted more, you realized. Enough with these half measures.

Billy will understand, you told yourself. He inwardly made it clear where he stands. Time to broaden your horizons.

And, as matter of fact, you had. It was true that the ocean is full of fish but you hadn't had a lot of luck with them before. Sure, Jake was nice. He was polite and nice. An overall good guy.

He was just lacking a... je ne sais quoi that made you unsure about it. But you were willing to give him a chance and so you kept going on dates with him.

Needless to say, you hadn't spoken to Billy since that impromptu visit to his office.

"Been busy," you offered him taking a sip of your beer. It was a lame excuse but you couldn't care less. Karen offered you some appetizers. You stared at them for a bit before shaking your head refusing them. Ignoring Karen's questioning look, you took another sip.

"Yeah, she's been busy alright." Frank's low chuckle came from the other end of the table.

"Meaning?" Billy asked, now curious about the implication seeing how your cheeks had suddenly turned red.

"She met someone," Karen chirped in, winking in your direction.

Mentally facepalming you, you swore them off. It wasn't the way you wanted Billy to find out. Not that you cared what he thought since he couldn't be bothered to be as transparent with you, but still. You hated being put on the spot.

"Has she now?" Billy's eyebrow arched and he gave you an amused look. But his jaw clenched and that gave him away.

"Not that it's any of your business. But yes, I have. His name's Jake, he's a nice guy." You explained briefly, ignoring the intensity of his stare.

"So you're that kind of person then." Leaning over the table, his voice took an edge he had never directed at you. "Ditching her friends as soon as she meets a guy?"

"You know that's not true." Narrowing your eyes at him you were almost offended by his institution if it wasn't for the fact that you knew that it was his bruised ego speaking.

"Tell that to my many unanswered calls on your phone."

"That's not on Jake," you scoffed taking a sip. His eyebrow arched while his hands gestured to you as if to say "do tell".

"Let's just say that I saw firsthand just how busy you keep yourself when I'm not around." You tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice, you really did. But without success.

Billy's lips pursed in thought. You had no doubt that he had an inkling about what you meant but he couldn't figure out to what exactly you were referring to.

"So is this what it is? You being petty because I've been with someone else?"

"That's me wanting more for myself and taking it."

"If you were that insatiable, y/n, you should have just told me."

"Stop making me sound like a slut, Billy. That is not what this is about."

"Isn't it? Because that's exactly what this looks like to me."

Pursing your lips, you refused to show him just how much he had hurt you. Nodding your head you decided that you'd had enough. You did not have to sit here and take his bullshit.

"You know, Billy. Slut-shaming isn't a good look on you." Waving to your friends, you quickly told them that you had to go. An emergency you said. But they knew better, their eyes fixed on Billy as he watched you walk out of the bar. Hands tightening around the bottle of beer he had ordered, he stood up once you disappeared amongst the crowd.

Without bothering to explain himself to the group, he simply followed you outside.

"Y/n." He called your name once he saw that you were already a bit far from the bar. In a couple of quick strides, Billy had gotten to you since you had slowed down.

"Go away, Billy." you didn't bother to look at him.

"Wait, wait," he said gently taking hold of your arm to get you to stop. And you did but stared at his hand on you until he dropped it and took a step back. "Look I'm sorry, I was an asshole." he apologised.

You only nodded to show him that you understood him but didn't offer any words to assure him that you forgave him.

"And I'm sorry you had to find out about Madani that way." He added hoping to make things right between you.

"Don't worry, it was actually an awakening for me." You added briefly looking at him. Tone harsh and unapologetic. You were still too mad at him to care about being considerate of your voice.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it made me realize that this," you gestured between the two of you, "was not working out for me."

"Oh really?" now the word had lost every tint of disbelief it had before. It was more like he was challenging you. Like he didn't quite believe you.

"Yes." you stood your ground pushing your shoulders back, "I figured out that I want more. And I know that I'm not going to get that from you."

"It was good while it lasted though," you called over your shoulders as you turned, ready to get the hell away from him. But the words he said though, made you halt on your feet.

"Who said you're not going to get that with me?"

"That would require feeling something for me other than lust, Billy." you snicked not fully turning around to face him, just your head.

"Who says I don't?"

"Madani, maybe?"

"She doesn't mean anything, y/n." He scoffed rolling his eyes.

"Of course you'd say something like this, Billy. Doesn't help though." As if him admitting to having meaningless sex with other women could help his case. Men. Fully done with this conversation you gave him one last look before turning away again.

"I know why you didn't eat those appetizers before." Again, after a few steps, his voice made you stop. This time, the implication of what he meant, sat heavily on your shoulders making you tense. Still, you didn't turn around.

That didn't deter him though.

"I know that you love them but they remind you of your grandfather. He used to make sure there would always be some of those at home whenever you went to visit him. And I know you haven't eaten them since-"

He stopped when your head whipping to him, eyes glaring.

He was right. You knew it, he knew it. But him strumentalising your beloved grandfather's death to get through to you? That was low, even for Billy.

Not only it called for you to acknowledge out loud that your grandfather wasn't there anymore but it also surprised you because you didn't think anyone would notice something so small.

"What are you saying, Billy?" Eyes glossy, like everything someone mentioned him, you tried your best to not let your voice waver.

"What I'm saying is that I care about you, y/n. I care enough to notice things. The tiniest details that you don't even know are there. Like that every time you're reading and something bad happens, you press your hand on your chest over your heart, as if you wanted to stop the pain from coming or something. Or that you always cook whenever you miss your family even if you never say it out loud. Or-"

"I get it Billy." you raised a hand to stop him. "You're observant. I knew that. That's basically what you do for a living. Not counting that you're a fucking sniper."

"Maybe," he conceded slowly taking a step in your direction, "I notice things, that's true. That doesn't mean that I store them in my mind, though."

"I care about you, y/n. A great deal. Enough to notice all the little things that make you you and enough to memorize them."

"I don't know if I can believe you, Billy. If you cared you wouldn't be going around sleeping with other women. And I know-" you added when you saw his mouth open to protest- " I know that technically we weren't together but still Billy. A technicality is not going to earn you my trust." Shrugging your shoulders you opted for being honest with him. You had never lied to him and you certainly weren't going to start now. Billy had never lied to you either, not that you were aware. And even if this thought should have reassured you, you were still hesitant about believing him.

"Then give me a chance to do so. Let me prove to you just how much I care about you and how little I care about everything else." He insisted, taking another step and then another until he was in front of you. Hands on your jaw, he delicately craned your neck so that your eyes could meet.

The height difference had always been a reason for jokes among you. It was no secret that Billy had a slight size kink, at least not to you, and so more often than not he'd use that.

Thumb slowly caressing your jaw, his eyes flickered between yours. They were full of hope, of promises but there was also a lot of vulnerability. Billy was not the type to be so forthcoming about his feelings. The fact that he had been with you, on a side street nonetheless, was a demonstration on its own.

Sighing, you knew you needed to decide. Yes, hearing Billy having sex with another woman had hurt you but you were not together. While that didn't make it hurt any less, it made the situation slightly less grave. He hadn't cheated on you, not really. You hadn't told him you wanted more. Hell, before that you didn't even know that you wanted more.

And now that you knew, now that he knew as well, here he was promising it to you. He wanted to give you exactly what you wanted. So could you really say no to him?

Of course not.

"Alright."

"Yeah?" a big smile grew on his face, his eyes twinkling in joy.

"Yeah, I'm going to give you a chance. Only one, Billy. So you better not mess this up." Poking his chest with a finger you warned him that this time around, things were going to be different.

"You're not going to regret that, babe." His eyes held a solemn promise. Just briefly though because soon, they were back to their usual mischief. Billy leaned to you, his lips meeting yours in a small kiss.

At first.

He kissed you soundly, his mouth perfectly on yours, building his tempo slowly. Then, you felt his tongue on your lower lip and you knew that things were about to escalate quickly.

Not that you minded of course, but it was not appropriate to do what you had in mind in the middle of the street.

"Billy," you moaned slightly leaning back to warn him that you couldn't get too carried away.

"Call that Jim guy," his mouth peppered small kisses along your jaw, "tell him that it's over. That he never stood a chance," he moved down on your neck.

"Yes."

"Let's go home so that I can show you how much more I can give you."His mouth had trailed back up and stopped so that it was hovering over your ear. His voice was low and breathy and husky and fuck it sent a wave of pleasure right in between your legs.

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No sooner had you stepped over your threshold than Billy's hands were on you. The door barely closed, he pushed you against it. His hands cradled your face, effectively keeping you holding you in place while his mouth ravished you.

You gladly let him do as he pleased. Mouth opening to welcome his tongue while your hands gripped his jacket to keep you steady.

"Billy," you whimpered his name as his lips left yours. You tried to follow them by getting on your tiptoes but he didn't let you. Chuckling, he gave you another small kiss.

"Yes. Remember that it's me that it's making you feel this good. Me. Not Jim or whatever his name is, not anyone else. Me." He growled on your lips while one of his hands gripped the hair at the nape of your neck making you gasp.

Staring at his glowing dark pits you couldn't do anything other than nodding feverishly. You were at his mercy. Completely. And Billy knew that and it did nothing but please him to no end.

You'd always enjoyed whenever Billy was rough with you but him being jealous and kinda possessive too? Game changer.

Smirking at your reaction, his hands moved lower on your body until they hatched behind your knees pulling you up. Biting your lower lip, he swallowed your whimper for the friction once you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Billy didn't waste any more time, in quick long strides he was in your bedroom and threw you on the bed. You'd almost giggled when you bounced on it if it wasn't for the savage look in Billy's eyes.

Fuck, he looked so sexy. A sin.

For a moment, he just stared at you laid there waiting for him. A hand quickly wiped his face before he unbuckled his pants. Now it was your turn to stare at him. More like ogle but you knew he didn't mind.

Shedding his pants, he crawled over you until his face levelled yours.

"I'm going to give you exactly what you want. And then some more." He promised, nipping your earlobe. "You're never going to feel the need to look for other guys."

"There's no one else I'd rather be with, Billy."

Your hands trailed over his still clothed back before tangling his always perfectly styled hair. "Only you." You whispered in his ear.

If it wasn't for your hand on his back, you would have missed him tensing. "Say it again," he demanded, his head still in the crook of your neck.

"You're the only one I want, Billy." You repeated knowing fully well how he struggled with accepting love and affection. This meant to him just as much as it did to you. He was giving you the promise of commitment but so were you. And despite the fact that you had already been loyal to him, you knew how important it was for him to hear the words.

"There's no one else for me either, y/n. Never was, never will be." He raised his head to say this. It was a confirmation, yes, but it also felt so much more coming from him.

He had been telling you how much he cared about you since you left the bar but somehow, him saying it again now held more meaning.

"You promise?"

You felt childish and it was probably pathetic of you to ask him again. But this was you being vulnerable, letting him know that you needed him. And you trusted Billy.

"You're mine." He said instead. One of his hands coming to cradle the back of your head while the other closed around your right breast.

"And I'm yours."

And here it was, the promise, the reassurance you needed. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss. It was wet and more teeth and tongue than anything but it was passionate. You were claiming each other.

Not separating your lips, he used his hands to get rid of your clothes. While he unbuckled your pants, you took his shirt off. Him doing the same with yours while you pushed his brief down on his legs.

Once you were completely naked, Billy crawled back over you. His hands resting at the sides of your head. He was everywhere. You could feel him between your legs, your arms wrapped around his back, your vision field occupied by his beautiful face.

He was everywhere, he was everything.

"And now, I'm going to leave no room for doubt in your mind anymore." He whispered on your lips, his cock rubbing over your slit teasing you about what was to come.

You had asked him for a commitment and fuck if he didn't commit to it. All night long.

[dancingamongstdust]

Can you write a tsukishima kei X reader where they both tease eachother but don't realise that they have feelings for eachother. Then tsukishima says something really offensive to reader and she gets really upsets and ignores him, he then realizes his feelings for her?

I struggled writing this but it was actually quite fun! Thank you for the request.

Teasing was something fun. The tumbling words were light and playful, hinting at something more but never letting their secrets free.

You lived for the flash of annoyance in Tsukishima’s hazel eyes; a small smirk always betraying that he enjoyed the banter. Whether you were speaking to him or commenting loud enough to draw his attention, he would turn to you fully and respond in kind. Though his words dripped in sarcasm, you never took them personally.

Perhaps you should have. Your comments never held any malice and you always strayed away from actual insults.

Tsukishima didn’t quite understand that part of your game.

Some of the things that he said stung. In those times, you’d just flip him off and pretend to go about your day without a second thought. But they did bother you.

Enough to find you standing in front of your mirror and glaring at your reflection as though it could give you the answers. Everything about your relationship with Tsukishima was frivolous. You had never held a real conversation. He was just a stupidly confident man with a sharp tongue and honeyed hair. His glasses were ridiculous, his taste in music was poor, and his eyes were the type of golden brown that snatched your breath from your lungs.

You groaned and turned away from your reflection.

Why did you have to fall for him?

Was it because of his voice and the soft edge that lay beneath its harsh words? Perhaps the gentleness of his movements had drawn your attention. He never looked out of place and you envied him that.

You contemplated telling him initially but decided against it. Getting a better feel of his attitude towards you would help before any misguided confessions slipped out.

That lasted until the next day.

“I know I shouldn’t be expecting anything intelligent to come from you but think things through a little more before you speak.”

Tsukishima glanced down at you as he passed, the hint of a smile on his lips. The insult wasn’t meant. He had often mocked your intelligence before to little response – after all, he knew that you didn’t get easily offended.

This time though, you didn’t immediately respond and when you did, it was just a slight jab about something trivial.

He turned around to look back at you but you had hurried off somewhere.

Shrugging that off, he continued on his day until the next time he saw you. When he did, he waited for the retaliation.

And waited.

And waited.

He was so focused on listening out for your snide comment that he didn’t even pay attention to his other conversation. Yamaguchi, thankfully, didn’t need an active participant in his discussion. He only seemed minorly confused by Tsukishima’s confusion before continuing.

Once you’d left, he sighed and said, “Maybe it’s been a bad day.”

Tsukishima glanced over his shoulder to confirm you hadn’t walked back in. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You didn’t, like, call her a bitch, right?”

“What? Obviously not.”

Yamaguchi shrugged. “Then don’t worry so much about it. She’ll be back to normal soon.”

Tsukishima scoffed, electing to pretend the conversation was unimportant. He changed the topic onto something that was more in his area of expertise but his thoughts kept hanging on you. It irritated him to no end and he spent the rest of the day snapping a little too harshly at everybody.

The next day went no better.

He waited to hear your voice, having never realised before how well he knew it. It was something missing from his day and he didn’t even know why.

“It’s not my fault if she’s going to be sensitive about stupid stuff,” he stated when Yamaguchi next commented about your unusual silent treatment.

“Nope. Some people are just soft.”

“You’re one of those people,” Tsukishima had retorted. He meant it mockingly though any kind of rudeness had little effect on his best friend. It was part of who he was… he had really believed you understood that.

Yamaguchi tried to move on but Tsukishima continued with his complaints.

“Why would she just suddenly start taking offense to things?”

“Maybe you hit a nerve.”

“How was I meant to know she was touchy about her intelligence? Anyway, it was days ago. She should be over it by now.”

“If it’s bothering you that much, just say sorry.”

“It’s not bothering me.”

He wasn’t stupid – of course, it was – but he was hardly about to tell somebody that. You were nobody to him and your lack of comments was an absolute relief. In fact, he was rather happy that you had decided to finally take the hint.

A whole month passed and he stopped waiting to hear your voice. His stubbornness kept any apology away from you, even though one accidental meetup in the hall had nearly drawn one out. It was honestly ridiculous, he had nothing to apologise about.

He could apologise just to have you speak to him again… Tsukishima quickly chased away that traitorous thought. It was rare for him to apologise for things that actually required it, let alone for nonsense like this. A simple fact that everybody he complained to seemed to directly refute.

Just apologise. Just apologise. Like he cared enough to do so.

It took him another two months to realise why he minded so much. Why he was still hung up on you despite your supposed non-importance.

He had been walking with Yamaguchi when they passed a flower store, the place having a special on roses for your loved ones. Yamaguchi had decided to get some and for a split second, Tsukishima had touched the petals and considered buying some for you.

He pulled his hand away as though it had been burned.

“Normally you get fifteen for a situation like this.”

He scoffed at Yamaguchi. “You really need to deal with your obsession about this woman.”

Tsukishima didn’t buy fifteen roses but he realised then what it was about you that bothered him so. And he absolutely hated the conclusion that he came to.

He stepped in front of you the next day, drawing your attention to him (though he didn’t know that it rarely left). “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked.

“I’m not?” It sounded like a question, even to you.

Tsukishima wasn’t going to argue with you about it. He just raised an eyebrow and waited for you to sigh and continue.

“I’m just… I…”

“Wow that explains it very well.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Would it kill you to say something nice?”

“Since when have we ever been nice to each other?” he asked.

Of course you didn’t have an answer for that. You had never been ‘nice’ to each other – at least not in the way most people would consider nice. But the thing was, those moments still came to your memory fondly.

“You know, I always made sure never to actually insult you,” you said.

“I never actually insulted you.”

“Yes, you did,” you pointed out. “You’re constantly pointing out how stupid I am or how uncoordinated I am or whatever!”

“It’s not like I meant them.”

That tripped you up a little. Tsukishima’s height had you looking up at him, his expression entirely unchanged. Why would he have said things that weren’t true? It wasn’t like you had even initiated this entire taunt exchange way back when you had first met. Sure, you had responded but it was his comment on your hair that had gotten to you.

“You didn’t… what?”

Tsukishima stared at you like you were stupid. “It’s not my fault if you choose to take things personally but get over it a bit quicker, would you?”

It wasn’t an apology, not by a long shot, but it was enough to explain something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint yourself. Tsukishima wanted to talk to you. Even if he thought you were being childish, his main problem lay in your sudden silent treatment.

“We’re not friends,” you said.

“No.”

“So why do you care if we’re talking or not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t.”

He did. Of course he did. Part of him wanted to say that but his pride just wouldn’t allow it. Thankfully, the message seemed to get through to you regardless.

“Do you want to go out for lunch?” you offered.

“Why would I ever want to do that?”

You smiled, noticing the small smirk’s appearance on his face. “Tomorrow. At 12.”

“Fine.”

Tsukishima left you standing there, refusing to glance back even if he wanted to. He told himself it was because he didn’t care and it had nothing to do with the uncharacteristic smile on his face.

[shinescape]

Hawk Eyes

Bodyguard Seonghwa x Reader

Requested!

note: i might have went overboard with this one (jk). Thank you for the request anon and enjoy the read!

At this point, you thought that the stares and murmurs would die down but apparently not so. The other students really made it obvious that they were whispering about you or more like the person following behind you.

It was ridiculous but your father being the protective person he was assigned you a personal bodyguard. You honestly didn’t want it but the Park Family has a history of working with your family and Seonghwa was no exception.

He took his job quite seriously since he was trained at a very young age. Both of you went to the same school and even then he would make sure that no one bullied or pulled pranks on you.

One time you walked into the classroom and a bucket of flour poured onto you had him furious. He was still in training back then but somehow he already ingrained in his head that he needed to protect you at all cost.

You were currently walking in the busy hallways to your morning class. The crowd always made you feel anxious and uncomfortable but knowing that Seonghwa was right behind put you at ease.

A group of boys were goofing around as they approached you and one of them accidently pushed you to the lockers with his body.

Instead of hitting the lockers, the side of your head was cushioned by a palm. Thanks to Seonghwa’s fast reflexes and close proximity, your head was saved but the group of boys wasn’t.

Seonghwa stood in front of the group and glared at them, he knew they were trying to act like nothing happened when the guy who pushed you knew exactly what he did was on purpose. He was taller and looked way too intimidating for them to leave without at least a bruise.

But you stepped in and said, “He’s in a bad mood. It’s best that you leave or he’ll slam your head next.” You smiled at them and that was enough to make them turn back from where they came from and ran away.

“You should have made them apologise.”

“Nah, it’s not like I’m going to see them again anyway.”

You still find it bothersome how your father made Seonghwa follow you to college every single day, like a shadow. Before, he would wear those black formal suits and would sit in every class you had which was seriously uncomfortable.

People were wondering if your family was dealing with some kind of underground business and thus making you friendless up till now.

After having to negotiate with your father almost ten times, he agreed that Seonghwa was to only wait outside of every class and wear normal clothes like any young adult his age.

Your assigned bodyguard was surprised when he knew about the new arrangement and you can’t believe he reacted as if you’ve abandoned him when it’s not. It took him some time to get used to it and would accidentally follow you inside the lecture hall like he was now.

You turned on your heels and lightly pushed him out of the door. “Hwa, please go and eat breakfast or waste time at the mall while I finish. It’s four hours of class.” You said tiredly, this was not the first time and he would answer the same thing again and again.

“I’ll wait out here. Text me if you need anything.” He gave you a professional smile that you wished he would not since it felt so weird when you know each other for so long. But being in this line of job, he had to do it and he insisted on it.

You grumbled knowing that he’ll stand right outside and do nothing but glare at anyone that passed by. He wasn’t paranoid, more like protective after how many incidents you got involved back in school.

Four hours passed by and everyone including you were sluggish as hell. Your back aching, arms sore and tired from all the note taking you did.

The moment you stepped outside, Seonghwa was there looking exactly how he did earlier. A smile on his face as he stepped near you. “Ready to go home?” He asked, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on.

“Don’t you get tired waiting out here?”

He shook his head and before he could reply, you answered for him. “You were trained for this, I get it. Let’s go grab lunch, I’m hungry.” Seonghwa nodded and followed behind you like he always does.

“Seonghwa, you can walk beside me, there’s no one besides us.” You slightly turned around and grabbed his wrist and forced him to walk beside you.

He nibbled on his lower lip as he tried to remain his composure, eyes once in a while went down to his wrist that had your fingers wrapped around it. This is fine. I’m not crossing any lines, he reminded in his head.

Seonghwa was busy checking his schedule, your schedule to be exact when he heard the heavy doors across from him being pushed open. Your classmates swarmed out and he scanned everyone in search of your figure. His brows furrowed when he didn’t see you coming out.

He made his way through the crowd and went inside the hall, where you were seen talking with someone at the front row seats. He let out an exasperated sigh and made his way towards you. His sharp eyes watched how you and this person he doesn’t know talking so casually, unaware that everyone had left the room.

Seonghwa made sure his presence was known as he stood close to your side, the guy you were with immediately noticed him. He tapped your arm and motioned for you to look behind. There stood your bodyguard with a straight face on, glaring right at the stranger.

“Oh you’re here. I have a project to discuss with him so we'll probably head to the library then have dinner if we get to finish things early. You can go back first.” You know so well he’s not going to leave you with this person until late at night. But it was worth the try.

Seonghwa on the other hand felt irritated the moment you mentioned the guy’s name and how you had a plan up till dinner. It was unscheduled and he didn’t like one bit about it.

“I’ll inform your father what you told me. Also, I’m staying with you until you finish.” He said and for the first time ever, he left you first to wait outside. That caught you off guard but you tried not to think about it too much.

Your bodyguard who was seated a table away watched every single action of yours and your project partner. He noticed how you would cover your mouth when you laugh at a joke the male made or how you keep on adjusting your outfit when talking.

You almost never behaved that way around him and suddenly showing this side to someone that’s not him, irked him. He then realised how he hated what he was seeing and felt something he never felt before.

He felt possessive of you. After spending time together for so long and being the only friend and shoulder to lean on, he had developed a new feeling towards you. It was probably not new at all, just hidden deep down in his heart finally bursting out due to this new stranger.

His fingers curled into fists when your partner casually patted your head after you managed to complete a question. He’s being way too touchy and why do I feel like interrupting them and causing a ruckus? Seonghwa quietly shook the thought away and continued on watching the both of you.

The ride back home was awfully quieter than usual and it made you uneasy. You stole glances at Seonghwa who drove in silence and never uttered a single word at you.

When the both of you arrived back home, he usually bothered himself to open the front doors for you but instead shut the door right in your face.

Something was totally not right and you hate to admit but an upset Seonghwa was a hard one to deal with. “He’s probably tired. We have been out since morning.” You tried to assure yourself and went inside and spotted him on the second floor.

You ran up the stairs, catching up with his retreating figure that did not turn once at all to look at you. He clearly heard the door opening and you running up the stairs but he ignored it.

“Is everything okay, Hwa?” You manage to grab his wrist and try to peer at his face when he jerks his hand away harshly from you.

“No, I’m upset. Go to your room, it’s late.” He curtly said and left you in the hallway alone.

Inside the room, Seonghwa threw himself on the bed and covered his face with the back of his hand. He wanted to beat himself so bad for being so harsh to you. I should have said everything was fine like always, not making things worse like this. He grumbled to himself as more thoughts flooded his head.

He never felt this troubled before but when he finally came to sense that he wanted you all to himself, everything jumbled up. Before, it felt like nothing more than protecting his employer’s child but not anymore.

After a while, you were done with your night routine and was already in bed but your mind was still awake. Thinking of Seonghwa and what he said earlier. “No, I’m upset.”

You kicked the covers away and made a bee-line to your bodyguard’s room as quiet as possible. Making sure no one was near the staircase, you ran towards the other side of the hallway towards his bedroom.

You knocked a couple of times and even twisted the knob but it was locked. Praying hard that you won’t wake anyone up, you knocked even harder and finally heard a sound coming from inside.

Seonghwa unlocked the door and thought it was one of the maids and got annoyed. “What is it?” He voiced with a frown until he saw you standing in front of him, staring and mouth slightly agape.

The both of you then heard voices coming from the corner and without thinking he pulled you inside and trapped you behind the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to-” You words were cut off when another set of knocks came and he knew who it was.

“Young man, do you have anything to wash?”

“No, I don’t. Goodnight.” Seonghwa was about to shut the door when the lady stopped with her hand. “You sure, I changed the sheets two weeks ago. Also why are you not letting me in?” She pushed the door harder and it made you yelp and hit him from the impact.

“What was that?” She asked. “It’s just my stomach. I’m not feeling well.” His other hand wrapped around the back of your head making sure you don’t move again. The action made you still as you took in the fact that he was really close to you.

Seonghwa finally closed the door and let out a sigh. He then tipped your chin up to make you look him in the eyes. “Why are you not wearing a shirt?” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

“Uh, it’s my room?” He answered back.

“But, you’re living in my house.” You raised a brow at him.

“Should I make it my house too then?” He taunted back.

“What?!”

You couldn’t help but shout in surprise at the words he just said. You thought he was joking but when he stepped back and went to sit at the edge of his bed, messing up his hair. You knew this was more than that.

“I like you...no I love you. I don’t even know myself.” He stopped for a moment. “But what I know is that I hate seeing you getting shy with that project partner of yours.” He expressed which sound more like he was murmuring to himself rather than to you.

You furrowed your brows and can’t help but like the fact that he was bothered by something like that. Seeing him all frustrated with nothing but a pair of sweatpants was sure a sight.

But shortly after, it made you question yourself as well. You walked closer and stood directly in front of him and he looked up at the mention of his name.

Your palms found their way to his bare shoulders, resting there as you closed your eyes and went down to kiss him. Seonghwa was caught off guard by your sudden move and took your face in his hand, ripping it away from him.

“We shouldn’t do this.” He sounded genuinely worried.

“I just wanted to confirm my feelings. I’m sorry for suddenly kissing you like that.” You were about to move away when he pulled you back to your initial spot. He made you sit on his lap, legs wrapped around him.

You were confused by his sudden actions when just a minute ago he had pushed you away, reminding you that it wasn’t right to do what you both did.

“Did you feel anything after stealing a kiss from me?” His tone low as his alluring eyes met yours. You gulped at the sudden change in demeanor.

Not knowing what to say or react, you let him have his way with you. His fingers tapped its way on your neck before holding your jaw in place. He liked how it fits nicely in his hands as he pulled your face closer to his.

“You should answer when I ask.”

You didn’t know what took over you as you slowly thread your fingers in his hair and crushed your lips with his. He let out a moan and deepened the kiss, hands now gripping the side of your frame. You were starting to get out of breath, never would have imagined kissing him like this would be so addicting.

You peck his lips once more before pulling away, eyes half lidded as you look at him. His face flushed and the way he was breathing through his lips wasn’t helping at all.

“That answers everything, don’t you think?” You breathed out, hands resting on his broad shoulders again.

Seonghwa then unwrapped your legs around him, pushing you down on the bed before doing the same. He gazed at your features as a finger swiped the bottom of your lips.

“You better tell that guy to not get too touchy or I can’t guarantee his life.”

His pupils were round and innocent now despite looking like it could suck you in whole earlier. You scoffed at his words and played with his fringe that was covering his eyes. “Forget about him. What are we going to do next?” you asked, eyes roaming his beautiful face.

Seonghwa smirked and that's when you know he interpreted your words differently. “I’m going to do whatever I want and make sure you can’t attend class tomorrow.” You sighed at him and lightly punched his chest.

“I meant about my father, your job as my bodyguard. I don’t think he’s going to take this nicely.” You informed him, already knowing the fate of your relationship after this.

“I’ll take care of that. What you need to worry about is what’s going to happen right now.” Seonghwa's eyes were clearly filled with lust as his hand went under your shirt and watched how you tried to hold back from his cold touch.

You were starting to feel ways you could never imagine and he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. It will be a long night and surely there’s no turning back on this.

A sneaking attempt, an unexpected confession and a stolen kiss had led you to this.

Nothing else matters as for now, just you and your life time bodyguard, Park Seonghwa.

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travel books and romance novels // Colin Bridgerton

Summary: Colin visits the library for research into his next trip; he didn’t expect to find you.

A/N: Colin’s desire to travel honestly reflects my own. For purposes of the fic, I have aged Colin up - it’s more to fit the plot line of Book Four which is his book anyway. I’m not sure how to feel about this fic, I'm happy with it but I’m not at the same time. I’m not being too harsh on myself however, this is my first time writing for Colin and I haven't got to grips with his character yet. I hope you all like!! <3

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Colin is very cute, pining, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, female reader, she/her pronouns, marriage proposal, happy ending.

Word count: 4k

Colin Bridgerton had spent over two decades of his life on this planet and had yet to find something or someone he loves more than travelling. The bug first bit him in his early twenties; desperate to experience a Grand Tour – a tradition of which that had strongly died out in the past century. He had read about it so often; dreamed of it nearly every day that eventually he put the idea forward to Anthony and his mother, Violet.

Though Violet was apprehensive at first, she warmed up to the idea once Colin gave her permission to choose some of the countries he would visit. Anthony held no qualms; having travelled to France and Spain before tragedy forced the family title upon his shoulders. Being able to travel would forge Colin into the man he should be; it would give him experience, and plenty of stories to tell his children and then eventually, their children.

Upon arriving back in London after his second trip away, Colin found himself glad to be home. He had sorely missed the sounds and smells that accompany London; the clipping of horses hooves and the constant chit-chat of men and women. It was home; it would always be home.

However, as he stepped off the boat or the train, Colin always wondered the same thing. How long would it be until he craved adventure once more?

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A month.

Colin lasted a month in the company of his beloved family before he was desperate to head off on his next adventure. However, he had no clear destination in mind. He had visited Europe, toured the Mediterranean and had hopes of crossing the Atlantic one day soon, but for now - to save his mother’s poor nerves - was content to remain closer to home.

He wasn’t one to visit libraries himself, usually sending a list of books with a servant whenever they visited the place, but this time he fancied the walk to stretch his legs. He had decided that research was the best way forward into finding his next destination, his next adventure. The library could offer such a thing.

It truly was a thing of wonder; so many books and serial publications at home in one place. The library at Bridgerton House was well stocked and Colin knew he could walk in freely and take whatever he would need, but there was something attractive about going out to find exactly what you need. There was also the added bonus of a lack of interrogation from his much-loved mother.

A huff leaves his body as Colin is pitched forward; barely catching himself before knocking into one of the shelves. Turning, Colin readies the words he wants to fling at the person who had yet they die in his throat when he finds you standing behind him with an apologetic look on your face, close to tears.

“Mr. Bridgerton!” You gasp, bowing your head politely and in apology, “I hadn’t meant to walk into you.”

Colin smiles, brushing down his suit jacket, “It’s no worry, Miss (Y/L/N). No harm done.”

“I hope not,” You reply, biting your lip.

His smile grows wider at the note of concern in your voice. “Truly, Miss (Y/L/N), no harm done.”

“Nevertheless, I apologise.”

“What are you reading?” He asks, nodding at the two books in your hand, changing the subject.

“They’re romances,” You admit shyly, “I read to my aunt twice a week. She rather enjoys them.”

“And you? Do you enjoy them?”

“There are some that I enjoy, yes, but I prefer books with adventures if I’m being honest.”

“Adventures?”

You nod, “I like them very much. What do you read?”

Colin frowns; confused at the question. You gesture to the shelves of books surrounding you, “What do you like to read, Mr. Bridgerton? We are in a library after all.”

“Non-fiction,” He replies, nodding his head to the stack dedicated to true life accounts of travellers. “I’m here doing research.”

“Research?”

“For where I want to travel to next,” Colin clarifies; walking towards the stack, all the while knowing you’re following.

“Have you an idea?”

He shakes his head; disappointed at the admission. For his last two trips abroad, he had known exactly where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do and see. Now, however, he was struggling for ideas.

You nod your head; seemingly understanding the predicament Colin has found himself in. Holding close the hardcover editions of the romances your aunt loved so much, you take a step back from the third eldest Bridgerton.

“I hope you find your location soon, Mr. Bridgerton,” You murmur in farewell, turning away from the tall brunette.

“I hope you enjoy your romances,” Colin replies, watching you walk away. Fleetingly, he wonders if he will see you again.

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The library remains just as silent as the last time Colin visited. The books he had borrowed heavy in his hands as he returns them to the attendant who nods in thanks. Distantly, he wonder whether he will run into you again. Since meeting you last, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you.

Colin barely knew you or your family; didn’t know much about your lineage or even whether you knew of his, yet he had not stopped thinking about you and the way you held your books so close to your chest, as if protective of them and what they held even if you didn’t own them. He couldn’t explain the urge he had to get to know you. Colin felt certain that if he wasn’t to see you in the next day or so he was to go mad from the unknown.

Luckily for his sanity, he spies a familiar head of hair amongst the shelves, and he cannot help the surge of happiness that runs through him when he recognises you reading the spines of the books. “Miss (Y/L/N)!” Colin calls out in greeting; rushing over to you.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” You smile, “How have you been? Have you decided on your next destination?”

“I have not though I’ll think of something soon.”

“I look forward to finding out. I’m sure Lady Whistledown will report on it.”

“I’m sure she will,” He drawls; his contempt for the author of the gossip sheet well known amongst family and friends. “How did the romances go down with your aunt? Did she enjoy them?”

Nodding your head, you explain, “Very much so. She usually stays awake for a chapter or two before falling asleep, but this time she stayed awake for close to five. I’m here looking for more books by the same author.”

“Would you like some help?”

“Only if you aren’t too busy. I wouldn’t want to pull you away from something more important.”

Colin shakes his head. “I would be happy to help.”

It takes the better part of an hour. Colin proving to be a distraction to your thoughts as you trawl through the shelves in the library. His very presence throws your mind into overdrive; overthinking his intentions for helping you, but also noticing just how handsome he truly is.

“I think we have enough for now,” You eventually comment, finding it hard to keep the sadness out of your voice as you realise that your time with the Bridgerton is up.

“Are three books enough?” Colin asks warily, as if he doesn’t want the time spent together to end either.

Sighing, you nod, “It’s enough to keep her occupied for a while. It takes us a few weeks to get through one book with me visiting her only twice a week.”

Colin nods understandingly, “Then the other romance novels must be for you.”

You raise an eyebrow, “I much prefer adventure novels though I did tell you that the first time we had met. Though I suppose I didn’t make that much of an impression.”

“I can assure you; you did. I just couldn’t help but notice that you must read far quicker than your aunt so surely you must read the other books you have borrowed.”

Caught out, you avert your gaze back to the books in your hand. Colin tries not to smile in triumph but fails miserably. “How often do you come here?” Colin asks, “Do you borrow books for your aunt alone, or do you read to another relative?”

Pursing your lips, you think over your answer. “I only read to my aunt and I suppose I come here at least once a week, usually on a Wednesday.”

Colin nods, “I shall see you next Wednesday then.”

Watching the Bridgerton walk away from you, you cannot help but wonder what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

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The friendship that develops with Colin Bridgerton felt entirely natural; as if at some point in your lives your paths were always meant to cross, and a friendship was to begin. Colin finds you in and amongst the stacks of books the following week; a triumphant grin on his lips and his eyes bright with happiness when he finds you once again in the romance aisle.

He starts to offer you suggestions of books to read, meeting you at the library week after week; all the whole continuing his research into where he wants to travel next. He hasn’t settled on a destination, yet he comes to realise that this is the longest he has remained in London in years. Usually, Colin would return home, manage a month with his family before taking off again. A routine his mother has come to despise despite offering her blessing for every trip.

Weeks continue to pass and whilst his family know that Colin has become infatuated with someone, he isn’t ready to share you with them yet. He isn’t ready for the inspecting glances and interrogations from his mother, brothers, and sisters. For now, Colin was more than content to share you with the romance books you swear you don’t love as much as you truly do.

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The café is busy and getting busier from a lunch rush when Colin sits down across from you. His hair remains a mess despite how often he runs his hands through it in an attempt to flatten it; his eyes are bright as he smiles widely at you.

“I thought you were going to be late,” You admonish, but there’s no heat behind it.

Colin takes a sip of his tea, “I could never be late, not for you.”

“You’re a flatterer.”

“And you’re a romance fan, no matter how many times you try to deny it. Tell me, what are you reading right now?”

You purse your lips, deciding whether to relay the information to him, but the longer you wait, the larger his smile gets. “Definitely not those novels,” You comment, “There is romance in my latest book, but I am reading it for the adventure. It has pirates if you must know, very adventurous.”

Colin laughs, reaching for one of the small cakes on the stand.

“I don’t know how I stand your company,” You complain, trying your best to calm your stomach long enough for you to enjoy the food on your plate. The butterflies raging there were making it rather hard.

“You like me, that’s why.”

“I suppose that is more judgement on me than it is you.”

Colin’s only answer is to wink before returning his attention to the food on his plate. For a while, it is silent between the two of you. happy smiles are exchanged between you both and quiet laughter when you both reach for the same cake; Colin, ever so gracious, lets you have the cake. Instead, he tops up his tea and then yours from the teapot.

“I would like to visit Russia next; I think – St. Petersburg,” Colin declares, breaking the silence once and for all.

“Truly? You would travel so far?” You ask, eyes wandering to the globe on the table in the corner of the room, a display item. Centred on England, Russia could not be seen for the distance between them.

“I’d travel to all four corners of the earth if I could,” Colin admits, voice honest.

You sit back in your chair, eyes wide with wonder at the prospect of travelling even outside the county without a chaperone. “I’d love to travel.”

“It is a marvel,” Colin smiles, thinking back to his trips through Europe and the Mediterranean.

“The only chance I’ll get to travel is on my honeymoon which will be a marvel in itself,” You reply, picking at an invisible thread on your skirts.

“Why?”

You sigh, “Mother doesn’t hold much hope for my marrying. She believes that I have been out for too many seasons and have nothing left to offer that could possibly entice a man into courting me, never mind proposing.”

Colin finds himself gripping the arm of his chair in an attempt to keep his anger at bay. Such words leaving your mouth should be a crime. You have plenty to offer. However, at the sight of your slumped shoulders and sad eyes, Colin realises that you believe the words of your mother; that you truly have nothing left to offer.

On a whim, Colin asks, “Are you attending the Duchess of Hasting’s ball tonight?”

Shaking your head, you explain, “Mother isn’t one for huge events no matter the title of its holder.”

Colin surges forward, grasping your gloved hand, “Come, please. My sister won’t mind. I’ll have her add you to the guest list and send a carriage for you.”

You remain silent as you think over his proposition, ready to turn him down and return to your life of safety but the determination in his eyes and the joy in his smile leaves you nodding your head instead.

“Alright,” You agree, “I shall wait for you carriage.”

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The London home of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings could only be described as grand. Candles line the way to courtyard in which the ball would be held; they provide a romantic atmosphere, providing many a dark corner where young couples could sneak away from their chaperones.

Upon your announcement, you find yourself walking through the large crowd of people, unwittingly searching for the familiar head of brown hair. He finds you first, however, smiling widely as he notices you in the crowd.

Colin excuses himself from his conversation; making his way over to you as fast as he can without bringing too much attention to himself.

“You came,” Colin breathes as if in disbelief that you stand before him. His eyes run over you; taking it all in as his heart races. He hasn’t felt like this before; he hasn’t ever known anyone to make him feel like this. Colin feels as if he wants to show you everything, introduce you to everyone, but also keep you for himself should anyone want to steal you away.

“I said I would,” You smile, heated from his attention.

“You look beautiful,” Colin states truthfully.

“Thank you,” You answer, “You look very handsome too.”

“Would you care to dance?” Colin asks, a hand outstretched and waiting.

Smiling, you nod your acceptance. You take his offered hand, letting him leads you to the dancefloor where many other couples are readying themselves for the opening notes of the dance. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy Anthony’s eldest brother getting ready to dance with his wife, Kate. He offers Colin a smile and a nod to which Colin’s shoulders relax somewhat. You raise an eyebrow at the brunette only for Colin to shake his head; nothing you need to worry about.

Colin’s hands find themselves in the correct position son your body as you reach for his free hand, resting your hand on his shoulder. The music soon starts up and Colin begins to lead you round the dancefloor in a flurry of spins that leaves you giggling. His face lights up at the sound of your laughter, soon finding himself joining in.

“Stay for one more dance?” He asks as the music dies and you pull away, desperate not to let go of you just yet, happy enough right now to feel your hand in his and your body pressed so close.

“I’d love to,” You answer honestly, letting yourself be pulled back to the dancefloor where Colins hands soon start to feel like home on your body.

By the end of the second dance, you begin to feel dizzy from the spinning. Smiling gratefully at Colin, you apologise for having to bow out. He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand, “Shall we get a drink? I’m sure I saw some lemonade not too long ago.”

“Lemonade sounds perfect. I seem to have worked up quite a thirst.”

“Then by all means,” Colin declares, bowing dramatically at the waist, “We must get the lady a drink.”

Laughing softly, you follow Colin to the drinks table where he hands you a small glass of the cold drink. He goes to take a drink from his own glass but is distracted by his mother calling his name. Colin apologises before leaving you in the company of his sisters, Eloise and Hyacinth.

“Good evening, mother,” Colin greets, dropping his head to kiss her on her cheek.

“Two dances in a row?” She asks as greeting, curious to know just who has distracted her son in this manner.

Colin ducks his head; not ashamed to have been caught out in his feelings, but ashamed that he hasn’t introduced you to his family as of yet. Across the room, despite the music, he hears your laughter. His attention rests on you as he watches you laugh at something said by either Eloise or Hyacinth. Your smile is wide as you try to cover it with your hand; trying to be polite but neither sister care that much as they continue to make you laugh.

You’re beautiful, he realises. He’s known it all along, of course, but with that smile on your face, Colin cannot help but desire to be the one who brings such a smile to life. He wants to be the cause of your smiles and your laughter; the reasons why your eyes crinkle in the corner. He wants it all; he wants it with you.

“I think you know why you haven’t set off on another adventure,” Violet states pointedly; eyes dancing between her son and where you stand, talking to Eloise and Hyacinth. A mother always knows.

Colin’s eyes don’t need to follow his mother’s; they had been on you since you excused yourself from him. He’s finally ready to confront what he had known along. “I think I know too. Do you approve?” He asks; realising he sounds like a child desperate for his mother’s attention.

Violet Bridgerton smiles, brushing Colin’s cheek softly with a gloved hand. “I think you suit each other perfectly.”

The smile that breaks over Colin’s face could only be described as blinding as he takes his mother’s hand from his face, kissing the back of it before leaning in to kiss her cheek. Against her cheek, he whispers, “Thank you, mother.”

Violet nods, eyes lined with tears as she watches her third eldest son walk away from her. She would be the first to admit how well suited you both are; the need for adventure alive in the both of you. She shakes her head fondly as she watches her son make his way over to you; holding out his hand, asking you to dance to which you graciously accept.

Violet begins to walk the outskirts of the ballroom; feeling nothing but pride and happiness for each one of her children and elated in the knowledge that there was soon to be another marriage in the Bridgerton household.

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The morning after the ball is a pleasant one. The weather wonderfully warm as the sun shines through the windows; heating the drawing room pleasantly. Turning your face, you take in the rays, careful not to risk too much exposure.

Your latest read remains open on your lap as you continue to bask in the warmth of the sun. So far, the book has captured your attention and has failed to let it go. The heroine of the novel too relatable personality wise for you to take a break long enough. At this point in the novel, she had offered an ultimatum to her suitor – he can join her on her next escapade, or he can find another woman to marry. You could only hope he would join her in her next adventure; their comradery was too perfect to end so suddenly.

However, after the events of last night, you found it hard to focus on the book long enough to turn the page. Instead, you found yourself reading the same line over and over again, desperately trying to lose yourself in the witty prose of the author.

But your mind focused on last night: the music, the dancing, the company. It had been a dream; it felt like a dream – only your mind could cook something up so perfect, yet deep down you knew you had experienced every second. You were certain you were still dizzy from the spins you had taken when dancing with Colin.

Biting your lip, you think back to the three dances you had shared with the third eldest Bridgerton. Three dances – could it be true? Shaking your head, you answer your own question. It was true; you remember every moment with crystal clarity. Three dances with Colin had to mean something; it had to mean he felt something for you. Your heart begins to race as you think of the possibilities

“Miss,” Your Butler states, interrupting your daydreaming, “A Mr. Colin Bridgerton is here to call on you.”

“Show him in,” You answer, standing from your window seat, brushing down the skirts of you dress. Biting your lip, you could only hope that you looked presentable.

“(Y/N),” Colin greets as he enters the room, a large smile on his face. A bouquet of red roses and lady’s breath in his hand that he offers to you.

“They’re beautiful, Colin. Thank you,” You whisper, eyes darting around the room for a vase. They would be put in there after Colin had left.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“What did I do to deserve flowers though?” You ask, a teasing note in your voice.

Colin smiles, “I know where I want to travel to next. I came to tell you.”

A pang of disappointment rushes through your body soon followed by upset. Placing the flowers on the nearest table, you do what you can to avoid his gaze as you ask, “When do you leave?”

“That’s the thing,” He starts, shifting nervously, “I have something to ask of you before.”

“What?”

“Travel with me. Come with me,” He all but pleads, reaching for your hand, “As my wife.”

Your eyes widen as Colin’s grip on your hand tightens. “What?” You question, breath coming in a hurry. “What are you asking me, Colin?”

“I’m asking you to marry me so we can travel together. I’ve seen the world once; I want to see it again with you.”

“I have to admit this isn’t what I expected today,” You ramble, trying your best to not look into his eyes. The moment you do, you’re done for.

“(Y/N)…” Colin interrupts, cutting off your nervous rambling. “I need to know an answer, love.”

It’s only then that you let yourself look into his blue eyes; reading the emotions written over his face. He was promising you adventure; the likes of which you had only read in books. Colin was promising you a future full of love and laughter; a dream you had hoped for since you were a young child.

Suddenly, as you look into his blue, blue eyes, it’s all clear.

“Yes,” You whisper, somewhat breathless but entirely ready to begin your future with the man in front of you, “Let’s see the world together.”

********

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[kesouu]

Can I please request angst where Sanzu and Rindou cruely rejected readers love confession as teenagers but came across them as adults again and they felt embarrassed about how they treated her? They want to ask reader out but you can choose her reaction to them. Thank you!

Hey anon thanks for the request im not sure if i did good tho since i have no idea how to make these and just write what ever and this is my first time making scenarios so I'll try also im sorry if sanzu and rindou are out of character because even though im caught up with the manga i have no idea how to write for rindou and sanzu so sorry abt that😭 I FINALLY GOT MOTIVATION TO DO MY REQUESTS

Angst to fluff

Pronouns: she/her

Sanzu and Rindou rejecting reader then apologizing as adults

Sanzu

He recieved a note saying to meet someone at the cafe nearby so Sanzu went there. When he arrived he saw you and you waved at him to come over, when he did you two ordered and you offered to pay since you invited him. When your orders came you started a conversation, "so sanzu-" "no." "What?" You weren't even finished but he already knew what you were going to say. "I dont like you" he then stands up and leaves you alone in the cafe.

Now going back on it sanzu feels embarrassed at how he treated you like that when you both were younger. He's out for a walk when thinks about how he should have went to you and apologized for being so harsh instead of ignoring you but now theres no way to find you since-. He cuts off his thoughts when he bumps into someone. When he looks up to apologise he finds the person in front of him familiar, "have i seen yo-" "sanzu?" he realizes the person infront of him is the girl he rejected so cruelly all those years ago. "Y/n.." theres an awkward silence between you two before sanzu speaks up again, "Y/n, im really sorry for, uhm how i treated you when we were younger. I was a bit to harsh on you and i realize that now, so maybe you wanna re-do our coffee date sometime? I promise i wont walk out this time." It shocked you at how he's apologizing but considering that both of you are adults now it would be reasonable. "It's alright no need to worry its all in the past now. And about the coffee date i'll take you up on your offer, but your paying this time." He walks off which confuses you he then turns around and yells "well what are you waiting for? Lets go i know a good cafe nearby!"

Rindou

Honestly he was getting irritated with all the girls tailing him and flirting with him so when you gave him a letter (because you simply felt to nervous to speak and might make a fool of yourself if you do) you watched as he ripped your letter into pieces after reading it. It ended with Rindou telling you off and you running away crying.

Now, as an adult Rindou is very ashamed for what he did to you. Not only did he reject you but he spew hurtful words and made you cry. He was on his way home in the middle of the night when a voice of a woman asked genuinely concerned if he was ok, when he looked up he was stunned, what a coincidence to see the girl he was just thinking of now grown up. He was in a daze for a moment before he snapped out of it when you spoke up again "hello? Uhm, are you ok there?" Finally Rindou replies "Oh yes I am thank you..." "Wait, you seem familiar...wait Rindou..?" He gives you a small smile as he points to a bench nearby "lets sit there im getting too tired to stand" you agree and help him get to the bench.

Once you two sit down its silent for a moment before Rindou speaks up "Look, Y/n, Im sorry about what I did to you it was rude and now I know that. If i was going to reject you i should have done it more politely, you didn't deserve the harsh words i told you that day. I never even apologized weeks after that thats why im doing it now. Im not asking for your forgiveness but atleast i've gotten that off my chest." You sat there looking at him with slightly wide eyes, he was guilty about something that happened years ago? "I'll give it some thought" though it seemed genuine, the words he spoke to you hurt alot and you still get sad about those words today. Rindou opens his mouth but nothing comes out, as if he was hesitant on what to say. "just spill it out" you say as you notice his behaviour all of the sudden, he looks at you and says "fine, i was wondering if you would like to go out and eat sometime..." You stand up from your seat and reply "Well i cant pass up free food right? For now though, lets get you patched up theres a drug store nearby so i'll buy a first aid kit there, you can stay here and rest up alright?" Rindou nods and says "Seems good to me"

[kuroopaisen]

cause & effect || 8

➵ your work friend, kuroo, has a tiny favour to ask. unfortunately, that favour includes convincing his family that you’re very much in love with him and have been for a while now. let’s just say it’s easier than you’d assumed.

warnings: f!reader, discussion of divorce

wc: 2.2k

m.list | ch. 7 ↞ ch. 8 ↠ ch. 9

“Tetsurou!” His mother calls as he’s a few steps away from the safety of the car.

“Hm?” He only half turns around, not willing to commit to the concept of walking back towards his mother’s house.

“Don’t forget to call.”

“Don’t worry,” you call out, “I’ll remind him.”

She smiles at you, raising a hand. “Thank you, dear.”

You’re rushed into the car before you know it, buckled in next to an exceedingly stressed Kuroo.

The two of you are already leaving later than he would’ve liked, and you can tell he’s desperate to get back to Tokyo.

So are you, honestly. It feels like you didn’t get enough sleep last night, even though you certifiably did.

His mother’s words keep playing over in your head. ‘No chemistry.’ ‘She’s no Ritsuko.’ What did that even mean? 

Sure, you might not be his real girlfriend, but you’re kind of pissed that you’re expected to live up to a set of standards you don’t even know about. Maybe you’re a bit too ticked off by the chemistry comment, but ‘no chemistry’ meant you weren’t playing your role well.

And if you were going to do anything during this whole stupid pantomime, it would be playing your part exceptionally.

“You know,” Kuroo begins, clearing his throat and stirring you from your thoughts, “I don’t think I said thank you properly last night.”

You smile, shaking your head. “It’s fine.”

“No, I…” There’s a creak in Kuroo’s voice, an uncertainty. Once, you might have found it unusual. After last night, not anymore. “I really appreciate you listening to me.”

You turn your head towards him, your smile softening.

Kuroo takes a deep breath, his fingers tensing around the steering wheel. He’s not looking at you (rightfully so – his attention should be focused on the road), but his brow is furrowed and his bottom lip juts out ever so slightly.

“I know it sounds dumb,” he says quietly, voice barely louder than the humming of the car, “since they split ages ago, but… I’ve had a hard time believing that… that if I fell in love with someone, it’d last.”

It hurts. Deep and true and harsh.

You know that pain. You’ve felt it.

“That doesn’t sound dumb at all,” you murmur, voice soft as cotton.

“Thanks,” Kuroo chuckles.

Silence falls once more. You let it. If Kuroo needs time, you’re willing to give out. Trying to force things out of someone never did them any good. You wait patiently, watching the road.

“I just…” He sighs after a while, sitting up a little straight. “I don’t know how to let someone in. Not in the way they want, anyway. I just…”

He chews on his lip, brow furrowed as he searches for his next words.  

“Because your parents split up?” You offer.

“Mhm,” he nods slowly. “I don’t begrudge them for it or anything… and I know it’s better than forcing themselves to stay in the relationship.”

Ah, the bargaining. You know it well.  

You tell yourself that what happened is better than nothing changing at all. But in the process, you forget you’re allowed to grieve. Allowed to be hurt. You push it away, cover it with a tatty veil, tell yourself that it’s wrong to feel anything mildly negative about it.

But that’s how it builds. That’s how it spreads like moss over a stone wall, slow and deliberate and hard to notice at first. But then it’s in all of you – in how you see yourself, in how you see others, in how you love.

“But it’s affected you more than you realised, right?” You ask gently.

Kuroo nods again. He glances at you out the corner of his eye, vaguely suspicious.

“Yeah,” he swallows. “I’ve only begun unpacking it recently.”

“It can take a long time to work through something like that,” you murmur, fiddling with your fingers as you gaze down at your lap.

You’re not sure if you’ve even worked through it all. There are still days when the thought of ‘family’ makes you want to throw up, where the bitterness swallows you whole. Bitterness for them, bitterness towards a society that places filial piety as a key virtue. How are you supposed to fulfil your ‘duty’ as a daughter when you still haven’t forgiven them for leaving you among the wreckage?

Maybe it’s time.

You take a deep breath, lifting your head to gaze out the window. “My parents are divorced, too.”

It’s a half-whispered confession. One you’re not sure if you should make.

You don’t know why it’s so hard to say that. It’s a simple fact – one that’s been written in stone since you were fourteen. And it’s not like Kuroo would judge you for it.

But it’s still difficult. It still feels like a stain that won’t come out.

“Wait, really?” Kuroo’s eyes go wide, glancing between you and the road. “I’m so sorry—”

“What’re you apologising for?” You giggle.

Kuroo opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish. “Well I—I’ve been sitting here complaining about it, and—”

You wave a hand at him.

“It’s fine,” you smile. “I’m not close with either parent, so…”

The mood shifts. Have you made a mistake?

“I’m sorry,” Kuroo says. There’s a painful sincerity in his voice – evidence that he doesn’t know what that’s like.

You’re happy for him. Through it all, at least, he had his dad’s side of the family. It’s something to be grateful for; and while the abandoned child in you feels bitterly jealous at the thought of someone else getting support, you know better than to admonish a parent doing their best to keep their son above water.

“It’s fine,” you say, pressing your lips together and shaking your head. “They’re both overseas for the holidays, actually.”

That’s the real reason you’re able to actually do this whole thing. There’re no parents to visit, no family to make merry with. There are friends you’d like to see, but most of their time was taken up by their own family festivities.

“Wait, really?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Dad’s gone to Europe with his new partner, and mum’s visiting her new husband’s family in Australia.”

You know that they didn’t need to ask you if you wanted to spend the holidays together. And you don’t expect it. Sometimes weeks go by with no contact, and it’s your fault as much as theirs.

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Being along during the holidays is always a reminder that things aren’t as they should be – you don’t have that nice little nuclear family you’re told to want, with parents who love (or at least, tolerate) each other so they can love you.

“I see…” Kuroo murmurs.

“So, you needing someone to stick their neck out for you ended up being pretty convenient,” you grin, trying to lighten the frankly dour atmosphere in the car.

“Where will you be during New Years?” He asks softly. There’s a certain melancholy to his face.

“Alone, at this rate.” You have friends to see, of course, but you know they can’t dedicate all their free time to you – and you’d never ask for that.

But you can’t reason your way out of loneliness, no matter how hard you try. Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough. All you can do is remind yourself that it wouldn’t be forever; the holidays would pass, things would return back to normal, and you won’t be lonely again for another year.

“You can stay with us, if you’d like.”

Kuroo’s voice is so soft. So kind.

It’s enough to make your chest feel all light and funny. Why, you don’t know.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

You’re not sure if you’ll take him up on the offer; you wouldn’t want to impose, and it wasn’t part of your agreement. Not that you’re really sure what’s covered by your agreement. You’re just coasting along, hoping for the best. Hoping you’re helpful.

Silence. A silence that weighs on your shoulders.

Did Kuroo feel… awkward, now he knew you came from a similar situation? Did he feel that he had no right to talk about it the way he was?

That wasn’t what you’d been trying to do at all. You didn’t want to rob him of his voice.

You take a deep breath, clutching your jacket with your hands. “I’m just saying that… I know where you’re coming from,” you swallow. “Kind of.”

Kuroo glances at you out the corner of his eye.

“It’s okay to take your time to work through these sorts of things,” you smile. “God knows I still am.”

He chuckles lightly. A good sign.

“It’s not easy,” you continue, “and I spent a lot of my teen years believing it didn’t affect me, that it hadn’t had that big of an impact, but…” One deep breath. “I used to besmirch the idea of family.”

It feels strange, admitting it out loud. You’d never done that before; not to someone outside of a therapeutic context. Not even your closest friends knew this was how you really felt.

“I didn’t believe in it,” you swallow, “And now I know that’s because of how my parents treated each other.”

Fights. Pointless bickering. Nothing ever got physical, but bitterness has a way of twisting people up on the inside, leaving them all tattered and miserable. A place where there’s no love at all, only two people running through the tired motions of affection, is no place to raise a child – let alone teach them how to love.

And something else.

“And… and because of how they treated me through the divorce,” you sigh.

It sounds worse when you phrase it like that.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” Kuroo speaks slowly, each word careful and cautious, “what happened?”

You chew on your lip. “Well, there’s the two of them trying to pit me against the other.”

Kuroo groans.

“And I… I don’t know, I felt very neglected,” you swallow, doing your best to ignore the pressure in your chest, the lump in your throat, the way your gut twists. “They were both so focused on sorting themselves out that I got left behind in a lot of ways.”

“How old were you?”

“Oh, I was like… thirteen? Fourteen?” You can’t remember exactly. It’s been so long.

“Shit.”

You laugh. “Yeah, it really wasn’t a good time for it. But… I think that contributed to why I feel a bit distant from my family.”

You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment.

This wasn’t how you’d wanted this conversation to go. This was supposed to be about Kuroo, helping him feel more at peace with what’d happened to him. It wasn’t supposed to be your sob fest.

You open your eyes, looking straight at him. “Look, Tetsurou, it’s okay to take your time. And it’s good that you’re able to identify the causes of your troubles. That’s a great start.” you say as your heart races. Would he find this preachy? Nagging?

He just chuckles, shaking his head. “I just wish I could deal with them.”

“I think you’re doing better than you think you are,” you murmur, resisting the urge to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder. “And… if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

Your heart feels like it’s running a damn marathon as he slows to a stop at the red traffic light. Have you overstepped? Are you being annoying? Worse yet, were you being invasive?

Kuroo turns to look at you properly for the first time on the drive.

He’s graced with the softest of smiles, his features much gentler than you’ve ever seen them. You’d almost believe there’s genuine affection in his eyes.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

You pout at him reflexively. You haven’t had your hair ruffled in years.

✧ ✧ ✧

The rest of the drive is quiet. Pleasantly so. Enough’s been said, and you feel no need to fill the silence.

Kuroo doesn’t either.

It’s nice to exist comfortably like this, the car’s heater working overtime as you trundle your way back to Tokyo. You drift in and out of a light sleep, bundled up in your jacket and your coat.

By the time Kuroo parks on your street, you’re ready to crawl into bed and hibernate for the rest of the month.

“Well,” Kuroo sighs. “Thanks again.”

You yawn, stretching your arms as far as the car will let you. “No problem.”

Kuroo wastes no time in getting out of the car and opening your door for you. You grimace as the cold air hits you; maybe you will crawl straight into bed. What better way to spend your day off?

You grab your things and slowly walk yourself to the front of your apartment building. Kuroo accompanies you the whole way.

“I’ll see you soon,” he nods to you as you turn around.

“I look forward to it,” you smile. God forbid, you’re actually excited.

Kuroos eyes light up for a moment. Are his cheeks red from the cold, or something else?

A bubble in your gut and you’re desperate to get inside, away from this confounding, stupidly charming man. You give what you intend to be your final nod, turning to open the door, but—

“Oh,” Kuroo says. “One more thing.”

You turn and tilt your head at him.

Somehow, he makes the stark winter light suit him. He grins. It’s brilliant enough to make you blush.

“Thanks for opening up to me,” he smiles, “I really appreciate it.”

[samstrugglingwithlife]

S/O Flinching And Raising Their Arms In Self Defence Due To Past Trauma

Genre: Angst with a good ending, hurt & comfort

Warning: Trauma, anxiety and fear. Heavy topic. Freaking Long ass.

Character(s): Tsukishima, Kuroo, Oikawa

A/N: I should’ve written this one sooner but my own circumstances got to me. I hope this gives you some form of relief and anyone who has these traumas or fears, it is best to seek help either professionally or from someone you trust the most. I am here and my inbox and private messages are always open if anyone ever needs to talk.

TSUKISHIMA

I feel like being as observant as he is, Tsukishima will notice how you react to your parents the few times he has been over to your house. He'd see how you flinch, yelp when they raise their voices, he even noticed your arms twitching as if they are ready to come up and hide your face. He saw everything but never said anything.

Sometimes he'd forget that things are rough at home because whenever you are with your boyfriend, you're always happy and cheerful; You forget all the things bothering you, even when he doesn't exactly put any effort, he just stays next to you.

It was a date like any other date, the two of you were hanging out at a nearby bakery after school, sharing a dessert and drinking your tea and milkshakes. You kept looking at your phone and fidgeting, your leg shaking impatiently; you weren't really paying attention to anything Tsukki was saying, lost in your own troubling thoughts.

Midway through his conversation, he noticed that you weren't paying attention and were lost in your own thoughts with a troubling expression on your face.

Tsukishima frowned as he noticed you fidgeting, "Y/n?" he called out your name. When you didn't respond, he called your name again. You didn't respond even when he called out your name several times.  

He raised his arm and brought it close to your face and snapped his fingers. You flinched and yelped, suddenly bringing your arms up to cover your face. You were quivering in fear. As soon as he saw panic in your eyes, Tsukishima reels back his arm and instantly appears by your side. "Y/n?" He asks as gently as he could, trying his best to hide the shaking of his own voice.

Luckily, there were only a few patrons other than you two in the bakery, so there wasn't a lot of eyes on you guys. 

Listen, Tsukki is also a teen, he wouldn't know how to handle the situation, but I'll be damned if he doesn't try to help you out to the best of his abilities.

He read somewhere that to help someone with anxiety attacks,  its best to remain as calm as possible; he had never felt more grateful to a small fact he had read so fleetingly. 

Tsukki rubs your back soothingly; "Hey, you know I won't hurt you, right?" he tries to keep his voice as gentle possible, making sure that you don't hear the slight panic in his voice.

He sticks by you until you calm down, he makes you sip your drink, and when you finally settle down, he sits back on his spot, making sure to keep his hands out of view.

"I'm sorry..." you apologise, not looking him in the eye. Tsukishima sighs, "It's okay Y/n. This isn't your fault, but you need to tell me what happened," he asks you.

Reluctantly, you tell him how your parents use violence as a form of discipline and punishment; you explain to him that they do not listen to you at all and say a lot of harsh words without a second thought.

To say he was mad was an understatement, Tsukishima was seething, but for your sake, he suppressed the anger from showing on his face. He listened and listened, and with each terrible thing you told him, his heart grew heavier.

When you had nothing more to say, as gently as he could, without a word, he reaches out and holds your hand across the table, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand.

"Honestly," he begins. "I don't know what to say... What's supposed to be an appropriate reaction to all of this".

"I'm angry, I am furious, I hate what I'm feeling..." he tells you. "Are you angry at me?" you ask. He looks at you as if you've offended him, "No, I'm not mad at you at all. None of this is your fault. I'm mad at your family. I hate them".

Tsukishima squeezes your hand affectionately and with sympathy as you blink away your tears. "What's been bothering your today?" he asks gently, nodding towards your phone. "My mom's mad at me for some reason..." you tell him.

"Do you want to stay at my place tonight?" he asks, you shake your head, "My mom will lose it and she's already super mad right now". Tsukishima thinks for a bit before saying, "Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" 

He sees you perk up and smiles, "I'll stay at your place tonight, cool?" you nod excitedly, "Thank you!"

He orders you another dessert before walking home with you.

KUROO

Kuroo had no idea of the past you tried to forget and hide from everyone. The two of you met as interns at the same workplace, and because you guys clicked with each other so well, it wasn't long until you two became lovers.

If young Kuroo was super intuitive and observant, then imagine how perceptive he would be when he's all grown up and experienced. 

You've never told him about your abusive parents, but he had some idea that there were some traumas in your past that you were unwilling to discuss. He figured that you hated being yelled at and didn't deal well with intimidating people. He's seen you with superiors, you get nervous and antsy when you're doing a task because you're scared to make a mistake, you also stumble over your words in front of the boss, and sometimes just avoid overall confrontation.

He's never said anything. He figured that if you're not willing to share this with him, then you must have a reason. He does, however, always speaks to you in a gentle tone, he never loses his patience with you and tries to never show you the angry side of him, if it isn't directed at you.

But he only human, after all, and sometimes somethings can get the best of anyone. One of the employees, who worked as your's and his junior, had made a major mistake in a very important document; the deadline was right around the corner, and there was very little time to fix the problem. 

It was Friday evening, and you two had just arrived home after work when Kuroo received the e-mail from the said employee. As he read the mail over and over, his temper began to rise.

"Babe, are you okay?" you ask and place your hand on his back, soothingly, as he rakes his hand through his hair. "Fucking HELL!" he suddenly yelled and threw his phone on the couch. With a scared scream, you reeled back and raised your arms to cover your ears with your hands. 

He snaps out of his anger as soon as he sees your reaction; within seconds, he is by your side. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you're chanting with your eyes screwed shut, ears covered and body hunched over. 

Kuroo wraps his arms around you and brings your face against his chest, "Baby, I am sorry! I shouldn't have raised my voice," he says. You tremble in his hold, crying silently, "I'm sorry!"

Kuroo's heart wrenches in his chest, "Why are you apologising? I should be the one! I am so sorry Y/n, I shouldn't have yelled like that," he apologises. "Even though I knew you don't like loud sounds, I still-" he sighs, frustrated with himself, "I'm sorry..."

You pull away from his chest and look up at him, your eyes still wet and fresh tears threatening to spill, "I-I know you didn't yell at me. I shouldn't have reacted like that..." you say with a shaky voice. "I know you would never hurt me, I'm sorry".

That night, the two of you laid in bed and talked about everything and nothing at all. When you tried to tell him of the past, he stopped you, "Maybe next time..." he said. "I don't want you to revisit those memories right now".

As the two of you snuggle with each other, and you slowly drift off to sleep you can bearly hear the words that Kuroo says to you, "I'll always keep you safe, Y/n. I promise".

You slept without nightmares that night.

Also, extra, but the employee that messed up got an earful in the men's room on Monday, one place where Kuroo knew you wouldn't hear him lose his cool. Angry Kuroo may be hot to the general population (at least, those who found him attractive anyway) but ask that rookie, he had never wanted to die more than in that moment he was getting an earful.

OIKAWA

You had been dating Oikawa since you guys were young, since highschool. He had helped you get through all the tough times and knew what you feared and your trauma. 

He had always been careful not to raise his voice or speak with malice in front of you; he even made sure that Iwaizumi didn't resort to violence in front of you, and that Kyoutani stayed far far far away from you.

Surprisingly, there was no incident or episode outside of your home; but that also meant that he had never seen the extent your trauma and how it affects you.

When you guys were teens, he made you a promise that he will take you away from your toxic home and give you a life without worry and fear. He had kept his vow, and as soon as you two graduated, he helped you get admission in a university in Argentina, and you two moved out of Japan, never to look back on your terrible home and family.

Sometimes, when a long time passes, people tend to forget the promises of the past; the same had happened with Oikawa. Obviously, this didn't mean that he loved you any less, it was just that somehow as life went on that old promise from his young days buried itself in the back of his mind.

Oikawa was getting ready to leave for practice; you were following him around, reminding him of some things he needed to bring on his way home.

"Tooru, we're out of milk". Oikawa smiles, "Okay, babe, got it". "We don't have butter- you dropped your sock- and grapes". Oikawa sighed, slightly irritated, "Okay, Y/n," he mumbled. "Tooru, you're forgetting your sunscreen," "Yep, Thanks". "Put the dirty clothes in the laundry," "Done". "The neighbours wanted to have dinner, I'm gonna tell them we're going, okay?" "Cool, cool".

"You got some mail from the bank, you have to check it". "Will do it when I come back". "Also-" Oikawa growled, "Also what?!" he said annoyed. He didn't notice you flinch, "You've been nagging me about dumb shit all morning!" He turns his glare towards you, "I Just need ONE FUCKING MORNING TO MYSLEF!" as soon as he raises his voice, you stumble backwards and cover your face with your arms. 

The moment he sees you recoil, he is reminded of the promise he made way back. Oikawa is filled with guilt and instantly reaches for you, he feels so much pain when you flinch and move away as he tries to touch you.

Very slowly, he reaches for you again, placing his hand on your arm covering your face. He sighs in relief when you allow him to lower your arm, but he is soon feeling even more guilty when he sees hot tears streaming down your eyes."Y/n, baby I am so sorry," he almost whispers, afraid that you'll reel back if he dares make a sound any louder than a whisper.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I-I am so so so sorry Y/n, baby," he apologises and pulls you into a hug and allows you to cry into his chest.

He doesn't care if your tears are soaking through his jersey or he is getting deadly late for practice; his first priority is you. "I'm sorry!" you sob, old habit resurfacing after so long.

Oikawa gently moves you back and softly cups you cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, "Baby, please don't say sorry. I should be sorry! You were only doing your job".

You nod, wiping your tears and gently pushing his chest, "You're getting late," you tell him, your voice sounding wet, a sob threatening to break out at any moment. Oikawa pulls you back into the hug, "Screw that for now," he kisses the top of your head, "I can't leave you like this".

It doesn't take you long to calm down (Oikawa tried to make you laugh, "Y/n-chan! Punch me! You can kick the living shit outta me, I won't say anything, I promise! I deserve it anyway!"). Oikawa holds you close, rubbing your arms with his hands, "And?" he asks. "And?" you raise your brow, "What do you mean 'and'?"

Oikawa smiles awkwardly, guiltily, "You were going to say something before I decided to act like a dickhead". "Oh that!" "Yeah," he confirms.

"I was going to say, 'and I love you, take care'". Oikawa's face contorts with pain, guilt filling through his veins, he pulls you into a tight hug, "I love you too... Y/n- shit! I am so sorry!" You smile into the hug, "I forgive you".

"Fuck practice! let's do it!" "Get out". "Y/n-chan so mean!" 

[rogue-durin-16]

STICK TOGETHER

Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: swearing

A/N: @meph1stophelian is here putting pressure on me to post this already so I'm apologizing for the poorly written ending lmaoo enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Fred, calm down." George begged me; he walked by my side, trying to talk some sense into me, but it was not the moment. "You gotta understand her— throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone—" I didn't even look in my twin's direction while he spoke. "Bloody hell, Fred—"

"Y/n!" I quickened my pace, leaving George behind after spotting her in one of the corridors, having a chat with a couple of Ravenclaws. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure— Oi!" I hadn't waited for her to reply before grabbing her hand and snatching her away to pull her into the nearest broom closet. "What was that about?"

"Tell me I heard Katie wrong and you're not actually leaving."

"I can't tell you that." She plainly responded, her voice steady.

A single, gobsmacked snide left my throat. "You're joking, right?" My heart ached as if it was being constricted when she shook her head no. "So you're fleeing?"

"What?"

"Things are getting ugly so you're running away."

Her eyes dug into mines as she stayed in a very uncomfortable silence before replying with. "So what if I am?" When I averted my eyes from hers, she called my name. Her eyes were somewhat softer now, with a gleam of plea in them. "For the last two years we had nothing but tragedy. Diggory died, You-Know-Who is back and recruiting, the ministry is full on going against a teenager, this pink colored nasty toad is physically abusing us, and on top of that, I have to put up with my housemates' bullshit for having muggle blood— I'm tired!" Her voice had raised a bit, enough for me to know she was struggling to keep it at bay, but still managed to. "If I can have a life out of this then—"

"You're a coward."

"Fred." there was a warning on her tone, but I couldn't listen.

"You're leaving... people behind," she attempted to reason; I didn't let her. "Dunno why I'm surprised, really. At the end of the day you're a Slytherin for a reason."

Her eyes started to well up, and I couldn't tell if it was with anguish or fury. I knew I was getting under her skin, but that was exactly what I intended to do; if I was going to leave that room scarred, so would she.

"Self-preservation, you call it." I scoffed, feeling my own rage building up faster each passing second. "Pure cowardy."

"Is that what you think?" Her tone wasn't steady anymore; she was holding back the poison of her words, for my sake.

"Yeah." I wasn't capable of doing the same thing for hers. "And I don't want your cheap excuses and emotional manipulation to convince me otherwise." My face was probably red due to the anger, my jaw and fists hurt from clenching them; I was off the rails, and the person who would usually stop me was standing in front of me. "Better leave now so you don't have the chance to sell us out when shit goes down."

Silence fell upon us, our gazes locked, equally watery and with the same amount of fury and sadness within them.

And finally she snapped. "Maybe I'm a coward, but you're a self-absorbed prat who's not able to see beyond your own ego!" The way she said it hurt me more than the sentence itself. "This is not gonna be a DADA class, Fred! I don't want to fucking die because I was too slow casting Protego."

"Good luck, Y/l/n." I curtly wished her before stalking out of the broom closet I have initially dragged her into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We avoided each other for a week. The following Monday, when I entered the Great Hall, I found George and Katie quite depressed.

"What's gotten into you?"

They shared a look before my brother turned to me, deciding to break the news himself.

"Y/n left last night." He gave me an apologetic look. "Thought she'd wait until the graduation—"

"But she's had enough." Katie finished, toying with her breakfast. "Honestly, I wish I had a life in the muggle world too."

My lungs were refusing to take the air inside; I felt as if I would choke if I stayed there, so I stormed out, jogging to reach the countryard.

I needed to breathe.

Even after the wind hit my face, that vital task felt like the most difficult thing in the world to accomplish.

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her.

A sob escaped my chest, realising the harsh words I had spat at her were probably the last ones she would ever hear from me.

I love her.

A Year And A Half Later

READER'S P. O. V.

I managed to apparate somewhere in the cornfield —the only place around the Burrow I remembered clearly.

I should have landed with a broom, but apparently, Mad-Eye didn't inform Lupin that I would serve as an extra escort for Harry if they were ambushed, so my broom was now smashed somewhere down the muggle road we had flown over.

Mentally cursing the damn moment in which I spoke to Shacklebolt in hopes of being useful in this war, I looked for the entrance of the Weasley home, which took me quite a while.

Funnily enough, it was Lupin who stepped out, wielding his wand and casting yet another hex at me that I somehow managed to block.

With a swift wave of my hand, he was propelled back into the house. "YOU!" A long-haired redhead I recognized as the eldest Weasley helped my old Professor up as I stalked to them with my wand up. "YOU HEXED MY BLOODY BROOM! I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!"

"Y/n, calm down—" Shacklebolt was now besides me with his hands up. "He didn't know you were coming— he was trying to protect George from further harm."

My brain was slow to process his words, but as soon as it did, I started to down my arm. "What happened?"

"Snape hit him with the sectumsempra." My eyes widened at Lupin's heavy words.

"Did everyone else make it?" The three of them remained silent, the ginger shaking his head no.

My breath caught up in my throat, but before I could ask if Fred was alright, another tall ginger flashed the corner of my eye, and my head snapped to the living room's door.

FRED'S P. O. V.

Everyone was scattered around the house. Ginny took Hermione and Fleur to her room; Ron and Harry made its way up too; Tonks went out —she needed a moment alone to mourn Mad-Eye—, and, while my parents and I stayed with George, Lupin, Shacklebolt and Bill went to guard the entrance.

I was still kneeling by George's side, holding his hand while our mother healed his wound the best she could, when we heard a yell followed by a strong blow in the kitchen.

I looked at my mum and dad, my eyes flickering to my twin while I reached for my wand.

As I got up, more yells were heard, this time clearer; the voice was familiar— I knew that voice all too well.

There she stood, at the entrance of my home.

Her eyes met mines as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, and my head started to spin. I knew I had no right to do what I was about to do, but after that night's events, in which the war became very much real, I couldn't help but rush to her and engulf her in a tight hug.

Surprisingly enough, I couldn't take more than two steps forward, since she did what I intended to do first.

"You're alright." She mumbled against my shoulder. My eyes shut, trying to block the tears that threatened to fall. "How's he?" She inquired whilst pulling away with a concerned frown.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded in the living room's direction. A quiet sough escaped my lips as she passed by, her hands lingering on my arms for a brief instant before she entered the room and took careful steps towards the settee.

I barely caught a couple of words from George and Y/n's exchange, my mind still buzzing due to the shock.

"What do you say, Freddie?" I frowned at my twin, regretting not listening to the conversation. "She can take my bed, right? I'm not gonna get far anyway."

"Right." I agreed, struggling for my voice to come out steady. It was Y/n we were talking about; I had known her since our fourth year, I had been friends and more with her, seeing her shouldn't be that nerve-wracking.

A couple of minutes later, we were all heading to our respective rooms, and as I closed my room's door behind me and Y/n, it dawned on me that I had underestimated the anxiety that could cause me being left alone with her.

Get it together, Fred.

"If you want, you can grab a shirt from the drawer." I finally managed to speak, motioning at the chest besides the window. She nodded and turned to it to look for one she could sleep in.

Now that I had the opportunity, I carefully observed her, and soon realized how much she had changed in the time we were apart. Not only when it came to her physical appearance; she stood a bit straighter, talked a little calmer; the joy with which she used to sparkle was dim now, eclipsed by a severe, worried attitude— a sign of us no longer being the kids who messed around at Hogwarts.

"I missed you" I knew right away that wasn't the best start for the conversation.

"It sure didn't seem like it." The bitterness in her tone stung my heart harsher than I expected.

"You're still mad?" The way I was conducting the conversation was making me want to bang my head against the wall.

She sighed, turning around now that she had the shirt on to meet my gaze. "A year and a half, Fred. You didn't contact me for a year and a half. I thought we were friends."

"You left me behind!" I talked back, partly because I panicked, but also because I, to my surprise, was still mad too. "What did you even expect?"

"A letter?" She questioned, throwing herself down on the bed. "I mean— I didn't really expect anything, but a letter would have been a good way to let me know you didn't fucking hate me." My eyes, now fixed on my lap, went wide when Y/n's voice broke at her last three words.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quite ashamed of having to apologise while also being scared of saying anything that could harm her further. "I'm sorry about not writing and- uh... I'm sorry about what I said to you. I know it's not an excuse but I was really mad and..." I cleared my throat and felt the blush creeping up my neck even before I finished the sentence. "... and hurt 'cause you- I thought that maybe I wasn't important enough to you and- yeah, I'm sorry about what I said." I tried meeting her eyes but they were fixed on the wall before her.

"It's fine." She shrugged, "I guess you were right anyway."

"I wasn't right-"

"You were." She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face there. "Wanna know why I'm back?" She didn't need my response. "They're hunting down my family." My heart stopped beating for a second due to the shockingly deadpanning tone. "A friend gave me a tip-off— they were tracking them down. I got to them just in time." I refrained myself from asking about them —the less I knew, the better. "So yeah, you're right, I was a coward and left people behind."

My body shot up and my legs carried me to George's bed; without me being fully aware of what I was doing or which consequences it could have, I sat down and pulled Y/n into my arms.

Though she was shocked at first, her body soon relaxed into the familiarity of my arms, and she let out a relieved sigh. "You're not alone on this." I whispered, pecking her crown. "I'm here, okay?"

"So you don't hate me?" She murmured against my chest.

Maybe it was the fragility of her voice, or the warmth of her embrace I missed so much; maybe it was this past year and a half of regret, or the night's events, but I couldn't hold back my words.

"I love you."

And even though she went stiff, even if I had just blurted them out almost in accident, I didn't regret saying them, because I, in fact, loved her.

She pulled away to look into my eyes. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." I replied, calmer than I had been in a while. "And I'm really sorry about everything, if I could turn back time—" words and air were cut off by her lips crashing against mines.

We had kissed before, but it was on a bet's behalf or to prank someone; this was different, this was her pouring her 'I love you' into actions, and I embrace it gladly.

"No more running away." I commanded when she pulled back. "From now on, we stick together." She nodded, her forehead resting against mine and her palms on my chest.

[moon-spirit-yue]

Camp Choas

(See the description if you’re confused I put it under the Camp Chaos tag)

Part 5/5

Raya, weirdly enough, woke up with no alarm necessary. It wasn’t like her body to wake up by choice this early. The Heart girl groaned as her stomach churned painfully. ‘Oh so I get to deal with a random stomach ache on my last day of camp. What a splendid day this will be,’ Raya thought sarcastically. She popped a mint in her mouth and waited for the pain to subside. Once it finally stopped, she scarfed down breakfast before calling Sisu to tell her that Raya is up early and can head to camp.

“Wow what’s the occasion?” Sisu asked Raya as they walked into the car. “You would never be up this early. Especially not for camp.”

Raya sighed and rubbed her eyes. “I don’t know if I’m being honest. I mean I woke up out of nowhere and my stomach started hurting. I feel fine now, it was just a crummy start to the morning. God I just want this day to over,” Raya whined as her best friend laughed.

“Don’t stress it’s our last day! Besides, I’m surprised you want this week to end. You’ve gotten pretty close with Namaari these past five days,” the blue haired girl said rather smugly. Raya’s face heated up as she hastily looked away. “Sisu, you’re exaggerating. Besides I think I actually did something that made her upset yesterday, “ Raya told her, frowning at the way her dear rival acted around her.

Considering the fact that both Raya and Namaari were daughters of two chiefs in Kumandra, they always had a bit of rivalry, one always attempting to outdo the other. There was never any malicious intent, it’s always been closer to friendly competition. But ever since Raya accidentally took Namaari down with her during the relay race with the kids, Namaari has been acting Raya kicked a baby serlot.

Sisu rose an eyebrow at Raya’s reply but let it go since the girls just arrived in camp. Raya made eye contact with Namaari as she stopped out of her car and, just like yesterday, Namaari gave her a very cold shoulder. ‘You know what, I think I’ll just focus on getting through another day with the kids and I'll just talk to Namaari when we clean up camp,’ Raya thought.

The day went as slowly as the previous four, with Raya having to use her bitch voice way more than usual. The Heart girl’s throat was starting to croak because of how much she was having to raise her voice. Not to mention it was definitely the hottest day in all of camp. And naturally, the girls couldn’t swim today since the schedule was different. The icing on this absolutely horrendous cake was the fact that Namaari still refused to look her in the eye.

“Hey Miss Raya?” one of her campers called. “What’s up girl?” Raya asked. (she definitely doesn’t call all of her campers girl because she doesn’t remember their names or anything-)

“Can you grab my jacket from the closet in the office?” her little camper asked. Raya raised an eyebrow and asked, “Now what exactly were you doing in there?” The little girl shrugged and said, “I wanted to find a place to keep my jacket safe.” Raya sighed before nodding and going into the closet.

A couple of seconds later, the door opens again and Namaari walks through. Both girls are shocked seeing the other there, but then they turn panicked as the door shuts behind them and they hear a lock.

“Hey what’s going on out there?” Raya asked in a somewhat patient voice. “We need you two to stay in there until you stop having problems!” one of Raya’s campers told her. Raya sighed irritably and tried her very best not to scream. “Look Miss Namaari and I are just fine so please unlock this door,” Raya told her. Raya could practically see the brat shaking her head now.

“Believe me it’s for your own good!” called another voice. The difference is that this voice belongs to a little boy. Raya could see Namaari’s jaw clench as she said, “Aran, what is the meaning of this?” It became clear to Raya that the boy was one of Namaari’s campers.

“You two need to make up so that we can all play together again!” Aran told them. Namaari opened her mouth before Raya cut her off. “Well, I would like to know what’s up with the harsh treatment today. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about what’s wrong with you,” Raya told the taller girl.

Namaari sighed and shook her head. “Is now really the best time?” the Fang princess asked. Raya shrugged and said, “Well there’s no time like the present.” Namaari groaned at the response before sagging her shoulders. “Fine,” the girl relented.

“So why have you been acting up around me? I know we were always a bit competitive, but you’ve never been so cold to me. I already apologised for accidentally tackling you I just don’t know where else I went wrong,” Raya honestly told her. Namaari raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you think I’m upset because you pulled me to the ground?” the Fang girl asked.

Raya nodded. “Well yeah why else would you be acting up?” Raya wondered. Namaari couldn’t help but chuckle at her confusion. “Since I apparently haven’t made myself very clear, I’ll be more direct,” Namaari told her. The taller girl bent down lightly pecked Raya on the lips and oh wow. Raya.exe has stopped functioning please try again tomorrow.

“I-uh-what-huh?!” Raya exclaimed. Namaari let out a full blown laugh after seeing Raya’s reaction. “Alright, I’ll tell you why I’ve been acting so harsh towards you. I thought that I was making it very clear that I have romantic feelings for you, which is why I’ve been taking extra time to mess with you all week. I could tell you took great pleasure in returning the favor, so I thought it meant you liked me back. But when you denied any feelings for me in front of the campers it just…..it hurt. I thought it was your way of rejecting me,” Namaari told her.

Raya’s mouth stay open in shock. “Wait…..you were flirting with me?” Raya asked in surprise. Namaari snorted before nodding. “Have been for the past six years but yeah thanks for noticing,” Namaari grinned. Raya’s brain was having so much trouble trying to do the math. Thankfully, Namaari’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“In light of this news, I want to ask you directly...do you like me the way I like you?” Namaari asked with a hopeful tone in her voice. Raya got a surge of confidence and said, “Well maybe I would have an easier time deciding if you kissed me again.” The taller girl grinned and leaned in to press her lips softly against Raya’s. All of a sudden the doors flew open and their campers along with Sisu were cheering in happiness.

“Yes! I knew you two would get together!” Sisu yelled happily. Raya laughed before narrowing her eyes. “Wait…..you were out here and didn’t try to get us out of the closet? Sisu…..did you help plan this?” Raya aksed. Sisu gulped nervously and said, “well you were very sad this morning so I made a little scheme and got the kids to help me sooo RAYA PLEASE DON’T KILL ME I STILL HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR-”

Raya decided the best course of action was to throw a chair at her best friend. “I’LL SHOW YOU A LITTLE SCHEME ALRIGHT!” Raya yelled and began to chase her. Namaari smiled fondly at the sight. “Ah yes, my little murderer. Have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?” Namaari asked thoughtfully.

Needless to say, Namaari would inevitably see much more of Raya’s beauty in the days to come.

Taglist: @isitbussinjanelle

[footballxwrites]

Christian Pulisic getting angry at you for being so close with his friends like ben chilly and he accuses you of cheating on him and dumps u and ur upset so u go to chillys house as a friend and spend the night (as friends) but the next morning chris is trying to apologise but then he finds out that ur at ben and goes mad cos hes now 1000% sure u cheated and judy more angst PLEASEEEE

This took a bit of time to get my head wrapped around lol x

“Who are you speaking to now” your boyfriend spoke with raised eyebrows, heading into the living room where you were sat scrolling through nothing good on social media, “oh just a friend” you shrugged back as he became intrigued, “Rachel?” he questioned as you shook your head, “nope. Well I was earlier but”

“Then who, anyone I know?” he joked as he could never recall the list of friends you had, “yeah you know him” you smiled before getting up from your comfy position on the sofa to get a glass of water, leaving your phone on the side table, “him? Who are we talking abo-“ he began just as you walked out the room. His eyes tracked your phone as it lit up with the messenger icon and missed facetime call and being nosey as ever, he couldn’t resist taking a sneak peak at who it was after your attention.

“What are you up to” you laughed, strolling back into the room where he had a firm hold on your phone, his eyes narrowed to you as he sat with a digested look on his face, “you mean what are you up to, tell me why the fuck you’re all pally with him” he said through very gritted teeth, turning the screen towards your view. “Calm down alright, it’s just Ben...” you said effortlessly, flopping down on the sofa, “I don’t give a shit, why the fuck are you messaging my teammate behind my back” he began to get defensive and jealous as per as he stood up. “Woah hang on a minute, ‘behind your back’ fuck off Christian, don’t turn this into something it isn’t. I’m telling you he’s a friend and THAT’S it, nothing more” you spat back, disappointed at the fact that thought had even crossed his mind.

“Yeah yeah whatever, funny how you’ve never mentioned it before” he laughed, heading into the kitchen as you stormed after him, “actually I have if you ever listen to a word I fucking say, what the hell is your problem tonight moody arse”

“My problem is you, texting him every hour of every day and I mean yous seem pretty close eh, a bit too close” he challenged, his face lighting up the brightest shade of red, “what so I can’t have friends now, is that it? Well quite frankly i couldn’t give two shits if you have something against it” you hissed back. “Fine then, you know what, fuck off with Ben, be with him because it’s clear I can’t compete anymore” the words left his mouth, trailing off as you went silent, tears pricking your eyes, “don’t be like this-“

“No no honestly it’s fine I’ll do you a favour and break up with you rather than the other way round ok?” he announced as you stormed off, grabbing your coat and keys before slamming the front door, not able to look at him never mind argue. At this time of night you found your feet taking you to the closest house of your friend’s, Ben Chilwell’s.

————————

The night was full of you crying into the shoulder of your comforting friend, ranting about everything, the two of you just sat talking for hours on end until eventually you drifted off to sleep on his settee.

You were awoken to the constant ringing of the bell and multiple dramatic knocks, “Jesus it’s a bit early” Ben said, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he headed over to the door, opening it to reveal a tired, fed up Christian, “hi mate have you seen Y/N by any chance, I kind of did something daft last night and thought you’d might know where she was, like if she was staying at a friend’s house” he said as Ben scratched at his head, debating whether to say anything.

“Christian...what are you doing here?” you called, coming into frame as you stumbled along the hallway, “well I was coming to see if anyone knew where you were but of course you’d be here, out of all the places. Honestly don’t know why I even bother these days” he replied in a harsh manner, looking you up and down. “We’re still talking about this really? Get fucking over it already you jealous dick” you shouted as Ben backed off, leaving the pair of you to it, “and to think I was about to apologise, you’re pathetic” he fought back as you stood stunned as ever.

“No you’re the pathetic one, can’t deal with the fact I have male friends. You seriously need to take a good look in the mirror because right now you’re just embarrassing yourself” you laughed leaning against the door frame as he turned to walk back to his car, “can we not just talk about this?”

“You’re alright, there’s nothing more to say, go back to bed with you’re new boyfriend you mean fuck all to me now...lying cheat” his words cut deeper than knife as he sped away down the drive, officially leaving you single and heartbroken 💔

[inseobts]

Kuroo - Shy

Kuroo x Karauso Manager

Request:

Words count: 2.3k

A/N: that’s my first haikyuu scenario so pleaseeee don’t be too harsh to me lmao. I don’t know how to make hcs so I opted for the scenario hoping you don’t mind it. Also sorry for any mistake, english isn’t my first language.

You are Karasuno’s third manager, recruited by Kiyoko to help Yachi for the next year since you are a second year and already know how everything works.

All the team arrives to Tokyo for the summer training camp. This is your first time here since you joined the team a little later. Every Karasuno boy seems to be already friend with the Nekoma team, who was there waiting for you all to arrive.

“T-Tanaka...w-why is there a third girl nowwww???” Yamamoto Taketora says pointing at you. You already know each of their names since you tried to study their games to not show up here unprepared.

“She’s cuteeee, isn’t sheeee???” Tanaka says squishing your cheeks with his hand and showing you to the weird hair boy. This to receive a head smack from Kiyoko.

As you enter the gymnasium you could already recognise most of the biggest players there. One of them Kuroo Tetsuro, captain and middle blocker of Nekoma, who you didn’t even notice he actually was with your captain since you arrived. He turns and face you when you notice you’ve been staring at him all this time. With a blush forming on your face you turn away really fast, hoping he didn’t notice you.

“Why are you staring at Bokuto now? Are you so into captains?” someone whispers to you. You turn fast just to see Kuroo’s face right in front of yours, only a few centimetres apart. Flustered at how close he is you panic and start backing away. Kuroo grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him, making you crash against his chest.

“Be careful, you were about to step into the court. Bokuto could have forgiven you for interrupting but I don’t know about the others” he smirks at you.

He’s beautiful and hot. With his beautiful brown eyes and his smirk he’s a total tease, one you couldn’t resist much. You step back from his embrace and walk away towards Yamaguchi who offered you a calming smile.

“She doesn’t talk much, does she?” Kuroo asks to no one in particular receiving a nod from a smiling Daichi, “she’s just really shy, she opens up a little after she starts being comfortable”.

During the first matches you find it hard to concentrate as you turn every minute to watch the Nekoma team. Sometimes you could even catch the tall captain looking at you, and each time you see him turning away with one of his best smirk to continue playing.

Finally the match you were waiting to see.

Karasuno vs Nekoma.

Before the start of the game you watch Hinata talking with the Russian tall boy, kinda studying him since you didn’t know much about.

“Now you’re staring at our Lev. I guess you’re attracted to tall boys then”

You jump and turn fast to face the boy at your side who was looking at the two boys as well with a big smile before turning to face you back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“Then stop appearing like this next to me all the times” you say kinda regretting it really fast and looking away.

“So she does talk. And she even has a beautiful voice...it really fits you” he says looking at the court without moving from your side.

“Yeah, I talk” you says kinda offended by his words, leaving him there alone. He starts to reach for you again and stops when Kenma calls for him. After the match ends you leave really fast without giving to Kuroo the time to approach you again.

Later that night.

Everyone started to go taking a shower and then rest up for the upcoming day of more training. You were walking around the campus(?) as you see one of the unused gymnasium with the lights on. You walk towards it and stop at the door once you notice Tsukishima.

“Hey Tsukki, what are you doing here at this hou—“ you say and stop mid sentence as soon as you notice he’s not alone.

“He is playing a match with me, do you need him?” Kuroo says appearing in front of you, making you blush once again. You shake your head and start leaving when a overjoyed Bokuto stops you at the door, “why don’t you stay and watch us a little bit?? You could be my cheerleader” he says pouting with his firm hands on your shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll stay” you say walking at the side of the court.

After ten points you sigh loudly making everyone turn towards you confused, “Tsukki, follow the ball and don’t jump too fast. When you jump don’t put your hands like this but try put them more like..this. You should pay attention to your teammates too. You’re playing with Kuroo right now, you should have already understood his game, so try to fit in it at your best”.

Tsukishima nods at you, ready to start playing again but found the other boys not as ready as they’re staring open mouthed at you.

“You really left them both speechless, it might be a miracle..you should come here more often” Akaashi tells you and then go back to his spot ready to play.

“Can you play?” Kuroo asks you making you turn to run away before you notice the small orange haired boy in front of you.

“COULD I PLEASE JOIN IN TOO?” he says stepping in front of you.

Kuroo steps between the two of you putting his hands on yours and Hinata’s shoulders, “that’s a perfect timing, y/n was about to join us too and we just needed a third person for Bokuto’s team”

“So I’m playing against both Tsukishima and y/n....be ready, I’ll win!” he says surpassing you and going at his spot.

You don’t move and see Kuroo getting his face closer, “seems like you have to play now. Don’t worry, if you need help I’ll be there”

“I won’t need your help” you say walking confident towards Tsukishima, leaving Kuroo smirking at you.

After the match ends everyone goes grab their water bottles, leaving you panting there alone while sitting on the floor.

“You probably didn’t bring your water bottle with you thinking you would play so much” you hear a now familiar voice approaching you.

He sits at your side and extends his bottle to you, “take mine, looks like you need it”.

You roll your eyes and take it just to drink half of it and give the rest back to him, “it’s been a long time since I last played, sorry if we lost”.

“No need to apologise. Honestly it seems like you play everyday though. You...you played really well. I’m really impressed” he says making you turn away to hide your red face. He felt his cheeks hot as well as he watched you and suddenly starts drinking the water you left to hide it.

“I SAW IT!!! I SAW EVERYTHING!!!” Hinata screams running to the two of you making everyone in the room curious about what was going on.

“What did you see Chibi-San?” Kuroo asks him trying to hide the worry of being caught on his red cheeks.

“IT WAS A KISS!!! YOU TWO KISSED!!!” he keeps pointing at you and Kuroo with both his hands.

“W-what?? When???” Bokuto asks happily joining Hinata’s side.

“HE DRANK FROM HER WATER BOTTLE..THEY HAD AN INDIRECT KISS”

Everyone turns towards the short boy as if he just ruined a party.

“wow you really are that stupid” Tsukishima says to Hinata and offering you his hand to help you stand up. You accept his help, wish everyone a good night and leave. You can hear footsteps behind you so you stop and turn to face Kuroo.

“Do you need something?” you ask.

“I just wanted to apologise to you” he says getting closer to you.

“About what exactly?” you ask confused.

“For what I said about your voice. It was pretty rude from me to talk like that. I mean..your voice is beautiful for real but...I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

“I accept your apologies. Do you need something else, or can I go now?”

He shakes his head and you start walking away for the second time.

“W-wait” he stops you again, “is Tsukishima.....your....yeah you know...your boyfriend?”

“I’m leaving” you says walking aways from him as you feel like your face is about to explode.

The next days you didn’t even notice but you and Kuroo started being closer making you feel more comfortable around him, even tho you still get red and shy every time he teases you with his innumerable smirks.

You are eating your watermelon with Yachi and Kiyoko when a tall figure covers you from the sunlight.

“Hey y/n, I saw you were enjoying your watermelon so I stole some more for you from Bokuto” you smile accepting the fruit.

He sits next to you and just now you notice the other two girls left you alone with him. You start looking around for them and Kuroo follows you.

“Looking for someone in particular? If so Tsukishima left already”

“I told you he’s not my boyfriend. I just happened to befriend him, he isn’t as difficult as he acts like” you say finishing your second piece of watermelon.

“I was joking. It’s because you look cute when you get angry so I can’t stop myself from teasing you” he smirks leaving you to go back into the gym.

It’s the last day of training and then you’ll leave with your team to go back home.

“You should make it less obvious that you like that girl” Kenma says to his friend, catching him staring at you talking to Suga with a soft smile on.

“Oh, is it really that obvious? Do you think she noticed??” he asks panicking.

“Yeah, you really can’t hide it. I think everyone noticed it” Yaku says approaching the two friends with the rest of the team following.

“Everyone but her, I think she’s the only one who didn’t notice” Kai says making Kuroo sigh of relief.

“Y/N, keep smiling and pretend we are having a funny conversation, but why is all the Nekoma team staring at us?” Suga asks you while nodding and faking a smile to mask his flustered face.

You suddenly turn around to face the boys and they all (except Kenma and Kuroo) start blushing and looking around as if to pretend they weren’t just starting and talking at your back. You look confused at Kuroo and you notice his blush as he walks towards you.

“Why is everyone staring?” you ask him while eyeing the team at his back.

“Oh no, they’re not sta—“ he says turning around and stops the sentence as soon as he notices the team was indeed keep staring again at the two of you.

“Don’t mind them, they’re just making fun of me” he says putting his hands up behind his neck.

“Making fun about what exactly?”

“Just because I like...Sugawara hair colour. They’re saying I would look ugly and old with it” he smile nervously.

“I see..but I don’t think you would look ugly, that’s impossible to happen”

“Are you saying I’m beautiful?” he asks you with a shocked face as he wasn’t expecting that at all.

You nods and turn around putting all the things as water bottles etc in a bag.

“So...you’re leaving, right?” he asks passing you a phone.

“Whose phone is this? Who can forget a phone here now?” you watch the phone curiously.

“Uhm it’s my phone y/n”

“What do I have to do with it?”

“You can put your phone number in it. So we can message and talk sometimes, you know..”

“Oh sure then” you put your numbers in it and give it back to him with a big smile, “thank you for those days”

“Why are you thanking me, I did nothing special”

“You know, I was scared to come here” you say sitting on the bench followed by him, and admiring the now empty gymnasium you continue, “it’s not like I don’t like being with my team, but I felt scared I would have felt lonely since everything was so new to me. But then you started teasing me and even tho I hated it at first you actually made me feel more comfortable later. So thank you for making me enjoy this experience at its fullest”.

Suddenly he hugs you and even tho you’re shocked at first you hugs him back. You will miss seeing him everyday.

“I like you y/n”, four words, just four words making your heart beat faster than ever.

You break your hug and are about to say something when you both turn at the door to see an out of breath Yamaguchi.

“Y/N you’re here...I couldn’t find you. They’re about to leave us here if we don’t hurry up,” he takes the bag that was next to you and start walking away, “let’s go now, we don’t have time, I’m really sorry”

“I’m coming” you say following him and then stopping at the door to turn to face Kuroo again with a big smile, “send me a message so I can save your number too”

You wave at him and leave. As soon as you step outside you hear your phone notification and see Kuroo has sent you a message with an heart. Your smile fade away, making you stop and run back at the door of the gym.

Kuroo is still looking at the phone with a sad smile.

“Kuroo,” you call him and he turns fast to face you confused, “I like you too”