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darsynia · 2 months ago

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I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 6

(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)

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The sound of snapping fingers brought his eyes back to Tony. “Out with it. I can recognize a percolating idea when I see one, Brawn Valdez.”

“What?” Bruce couldn’t place the name.

“I forgot you’re a tea man. Juan Valdez. Colombian Coffee mascot. Stop trying to distract me from the idea you don’t want to tell me about. I’m dying on the vine, here.”

Chapter Six: A Sixth Sense

Bruce’s conscience bothered him more than he’d expected when he woke the next morning. Everything inside him told him that he had no right to get ahold of the surveillance footage of Cicely’s meeting with Natasha that morning, even if he was doing it for what he firmly believed was her benefit. He told JARVIS he didn’t want to watch, left Tony’s messages on read, and almost pretended he wasn’t home when Nat dropped by after lunch. That would be rude, though, so he split the difference and answered the door without moving aside to let her in.

“I don’t want to know,” he said, before she got a chance to say anything.

“Is that any way to greet a teammate?” she teased, leaning her body against the doorway. Her open, easy body language was a direct contrast to his (arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, shoulders tense, legs close together). “You gonna ask me to come in, or are you planning to have this standoff in the hallway?”

“There’s… there’s no standoff. Thank you for doing what I think you did, maybe, this morning,” Bruce stammered. Being at odds with a woman as beautiful and deadly as Natasha did not make it easy to remain coherent. He wasn’t afraid of her, he just knew she had skills in manipulation he could only dream of. Unfortunately, she was also ridiculously perceptive.

“Wow, okay,” she said, grinning. “I see my choice to change out of the leather didn’t help much.”

“Could you cut me a break?” Bruce begged. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I can’t have anything to do with her--”

“--which is why you’re arguing about it in a residential hallway.”

Bruce couldn’t help smiling sheepishly at that. “Give me, I don’t know, a day?” he suggested, feeling like all his intelligence was null and void if he couldn’t apply it to deflect her mind games.

“Can I at least tell you what color her hair probably is by now?” Natasha asks with a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he said, hoping his tone carried the right kind of polite finality. It wasn’t possible to tell from her reaction, because as Bruce shut the door, she actually waved her fingers at him in the gap.

He walked over to the wall beside the refrigerator and rested a hand on it, dipping his head down to settle his mind. Two sets of instincts warred in him-- one to learn everything possible about Cicely’s situation to better protect her, the other to disengage entirely from Cicely… to better protect her. The hidden third option was to disengage from the dilemma for a little while, and Bruce reached for that one.

He pushed off from the wall, then turned to smile at it. Bruce had lived so much of his life frugally, if not in dire financial straits, and it was nice to live in a space where every single possible square inch of the walls didn’t need to be in use.

If only Tony Stark’s generosity extended towards giving Bruce a break from all of the soulmate pressure.

“JARVIS?” Bruce said, pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses.

“I am here at your service, Doctor Banner.”

“Is it possible for you to do some more intensive monitoring of Miss Besnard and only inform me if there’s something of concern? I’m trying to strike a balance here, and having access to all of the information is clearly not working,” Bruce confessed.

It was a good thing that Stark’s AI couldn’t access his dreams. Ironically, Bruce’s fixation on Cicely translated to guilt even in his own dreams, which often meant he woke up in the middle of them-- thus guaranteeing he’d remember their content. It was a frustrating, entrancing Catch-22.

“Yes, that is possible. Would you prefer to choose the parameters, or would you like me to calculate those myself and offer you several options to choose from?”

“Tony has you running the tower, his home back in Malibu, and his Iron Man suit, doesn’t he?” Bruce asked, chuckling a little. “I’m okay with trusting you. Just let me know if she’s in danger. From someone other than me, I mean.”

“To be clear, Doctor: are you asking me to avoid telling you when I believe that Miss Besnard is in danger from your own behavior?”

“Maybe that depends on whether your model for danger is Tony or not,” Bruce said, more to himself than the AI. “No,” he decided. “You’d better tell me then, too.”

“Very good, sir.”

That sounded a lot like a pat on the back for good behavior. Bruce wondered how long he’d have to stay here before the benefits of the extra space and amenities outweighed the drawbacks.

Now that he had set aside the sense of responsibility he had to watch out for her himself, Bruce could focus on the threat itself.

“JARVIS?” he said, heading for the computer. “Can you access any employment and enrollment records for jobs I’ve held and conferences I’ve attended or spoken at since the accident? I’m hoping we can cross-reference that with New York City residency as a starting point, and go from there. I want to find out who’s using Cicely as a pawn in their beef with me.”

“I will place the names in a new file on your desktop. The search should take a few hours, perhaps you should take a walk? I would suggest a visit to Mr. Stark’s lab, but as it happens, he’s just completed a conversation about soulmates with Ms. Potts. I expect you’d like to avoid being notified about the conditions you’ve just asked me to monitor so early in your day.”

It sounded an awful lot like JARVIS was deploying calming suggestions on the off chance he might be getting upset. Bruce didn’t know how to feel about that. “You are a mixed blessing, that’s for sure, JARVIS.”

“Thank you, Doctor Banner.”

It was almost ten at night when Tony walked into the lab wearing a fancy suit. Bruce was just finishing up a scan of an alien weapon. Technically, this was Tony’s space, but that was because Bruce had moved over after Tony got lazy about walking back and forth to discuss things with him. Tony had put aside the component he was working on to design an apparatus he said would serve as a high-res holographic video phone. When the eccentric billionaire started measuring him for something he called ‘the carapace,’ Bruce had just packed up and moved.

Now, it looked like Tony was shedding his own carapace. Every ten seconds, he took something else off, draping each piece (silk tie, belt, suit jacket, and so forth) on whatever surface was nearby. Bruce half expected that he’d see Pepper come by looking for him and start following the trail of discarded garments. Finally, down to a white wife beater and black, unbelted dress pants, Tony threw himself onto a chair and glared at his socks.

“Successful fundraiser, then?” Bruce asked, laying on the sarcasm.

“I should have paid Clint to wear the suit and pretend to have Laryngitis,” Tony groaned. “You don’t know how lucky you are. I am the last person you’d call tactful, and Pepper won’t let me drink at those things. Worst part? I don’t even think it’s working.”

‘Lucky’ was a stretch, but Bruce knew he had a certain anonymity in his current form. “You can’t wrangle a suit for Rogers and bring him next time?” The city was only willing to fund so much clean-up. Tony and Pepper had been holding dinner party meet and greets to ask some of the more prominent residents to help, above and beyond what he and the company had donated already.

Tony looked up, aghast.

“No, not an Iron Man suit, I meant a cloth one. You know, for schmoozing.”

“Are you kidding? He works ten hours a day out there. I’d have to pour him into it, and then he’d just make me look bad with the aw shucksing.” Tony threw his head back, letting his arms go limp beside him, hands dangling against the arms of the chair. “I can’t believe I used to be jazzed up after this kind of shit.”

Bruce thought his real luck was that almost everything he’d been involved with outside the tower, even regarding Cicely, had occurred in parts of the city that weren’t as damaged. It wasn’t like he could show up at a party as the Hulk and make nice, though, and they weren’t learning as much as he’d hoped from the Chitauri remnants left behind in the devastation.

He ran a hand through his hair, pausing halfway through at a stinging thought: his life had been materially made better by the attack.

He had actual friends and a support system, now. A place to live. A place to retreat to if he hulked out. Numerous labs. Work that felt worthwhile (despite their lack of breakthroughs in understanding the alien technology), and a state-of-the-art place to do it in. He’d also found his soulmate, so that lingering uncertainty had also been removed, despite being replaced by a few others. Bruce was grateful-- but he also felt guilty.

Surely there was something he could do? Something that didn’t require him to solidify the public’s understanding that he was both scientist and monster? Sure, a simple Google search would reveal his ‘secret identity,’ he’d even watched Cicely perform one. But that was a far cry from stepping in front of a cadre of reporters and admitting it, like Tony had.

“You’re thinking so hard it’s making my head hurt,” Tony complained.

“I’m just trying to come up with something I can do to help besides hole up here and enjoy myself. Feels like cheating,” Bruce admitted.

“People give Cap shit for his excruciating morality, but you’re the dark horse, I think. What, were you raised Catholic? Pretty sure we’re supposed to enjoy life.”

Bruce laughed. “No way are you qualified to judge.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. There was a ghost of an idea he was mentally circling, but it was risky.

The sound of snapping fingers brought his eyes back to Tony. “Out with it. I can recognize a percolating idea when I see one, Brawn Valdez.”

“What?” Bruce couldn’t place the name.

“I forgot you’re a tea man. Juan Valdez. Colombian Coffee mascot. Stop trying to distract me from the idea you don’t want to tell me about. I’m dying on the vine, here.”

“Fine, fine,” Bruce said, grabbing his glasses from the desk to put them on. He always thought better while wearing them, a kind of Pavlovian reaction. “It’s not fully fledged, and it depends on what’s left to do, debris-wise.” He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. There was a glimmer of something useful that was dangling just out of his mental reach, caught on a previous train of thought as it chugged away. He’d been remembering how Cicely had looked him up-- there. “So, there’s a ton of footage of us fighting that day. Heroic fighting, maybe, but we destroyed a lot in the process.”

“Destruction I am now tasked with paying to fix, yes.”

“What if there was a way to do some Search Engine Optimization and grass-roots fundraising at the same time? Some of the large pieces of debris are still in place because it’s too dangerous to move them. They’ve got to get all of the smaller stuff first, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re probably going to have to rent a crane. Maybe two. Maybe two dozen.” Tony sighed.

“What if instead, we make a flashy webpage promising that for every funding goal reached, Iron Man and Hulk will show up at a clean-up site and do some of that work? It’ll save the cost of the machines, and who cares if it’s a little dangerous? What could happen to me? Nothing permanent.” Bruce said, actually getting excited.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Tony asked, his head practically sideways. There was an overlay of happiness on his face that hadn’t been there before, though. “I mean, can Hulk do PR junkets?”

“I don’t think you’d want him to. That’s why it should be both of us. You’re the bait for the techies, I’m bait for the Mythbusters crowd. You’re the voice, I’m the smash,” Bruce said. The more he thought about the idea, the more he thought it just might work. It was a shame it was already dark outside; he was full of energy, all of a sudden. He wanted to go look at some of the sites, pick out what chunks he could move with his alter ego. There was almost no chance he could get Hulk to drop chunks of building neatly enough into a heavy-duty vehicle, but there were a few options that might work.

For once, Tony was quiet. Bruce looked over, pulling his mind from the idea of running simulations that tested how much force some of the more sturdy transport trucks could withstand. “What?”

“I thought you hated being Hulk.”

“I do. But what I hate more is feeling responsible for some of that stuff without a way to make it right,” Bruce said quietly. “You and Fury, you’ve given me a new framing device. Hulk as a tool.”

Tony burst out laughing.

He really was a child, sometimes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Tony stretched and launched himself out of the chair as if that was the only way to get himself moving. “The SEO thing, that’s smart,” he said. “I’m all for filling the web with footage of us fixing shit instead of breaking it.” His gaze turned coy as he looked over at Bruce. “Think your girl might get curious and show up?”

Bruce pushed down the little surge of possessiveness that reared up on hearing his phrasing. “She’s not mine, Tony. I don’t even know what her words are.”

“Legally, there’s a claim there, Cold Feet. Generally doesn’t mean anything until it’s acknowledged, but take it from someone who knows: when my words turned silver, that went into my medical file. Pepper’s too. And once we knew whose they were, that became a fact of record.”

Bruce stared at him. “I… I didn’t know that,” he whispered, stunned.

“Yeah, be glad the ballot measure to make it illegal to lie about whose they are didn’t pass about ten years back,” Tony told him, draping various articles of clothing over an arm and toeing into his shoes. “It’s been national law for about twelve years that your soulmate has certain automatic rights, unless legally severed, including hospital and jail visitation.” He narrowed his eyes in confusion at Bruce, and Bruce felt his ears start to heat up in embarrassment. “You’re really surprised by this! You, the man who seems to have some inexplicable, arcane ruleset about even coming into contact with your soulmate? You never even looked into this? What, did you just stick your fingers in your ears and hum?”

“Basically,” Bruce admitted. He reached out for his rolling desk chair and sat down, hard. The chair rolled back a bit from the force of it.

“You really need to--”

“Yeah, getting that now,” he interrupted Tony. “Soulmates don’t get medical power of attorney, do they?” he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“No, but it’s fast-tracked for them.”

“Well, you’ve done it,” Bruce said. His heart was beating so quickly that he wondered if he should make his way down to the bunker, and his mind was similarly racing. The guilt he’d felt in regards to Cicely Besnard had doubled, something he hadn’t even expected to be possible.

She was absolutely in danger because of him. Because of his willful ignorance.

And you call yourself a scholar?

“What did I do? Perform the first verbal lobotomy? You look like you’re about to sneeze your brains all over my lab floor, Banner.”

“Changed my mind. We can’t let her stay at her apartment. If she’s being watched because someone wants to use her to force through some kind of medical power of attorney--” He broke off at the sound of Tony’s gasp.

“Shit. You’re right. JARVIS, is Clint Barton in position to watch Ms. Besnard?”

“He is indeed, sir.”

Tony’s hand was on the door to leave the lab. “She’s safe for now. I’ll set up a few options for housing, here and at a hotel I have pull at. Tomorrow we’ll figure out how to persuade her to accept a temporary move, and I’ll get on the fundraising idea you had. Try to get some sleep?”

For a second, Bruce didn’t even know what fundraising thing Tony was talking about. He was too worried about the amount of research into soulmates he needed to do ASAP. There was a little spark of excitement deep down inside him that threatened to spread. Tony’s meaning finally sank in as Bruce watched Tony trying to get his foot to slide properly into his shoe while balancing on one foot, half of his outfit precariously draped on his free arm.

“Tony, there’s no way I could possibly--”

“Are you still missing the cues, here?” Tony interrupted, his voice abrupt and combative but somehow still affectionate. He held out both hands like a scale, his still-draped silk tie swaying with the movement. “You dislike your alter ego, but Hulk helping out is one of the best ways to make up for the damage we caused. You stayed away from people for years to keep them safe, but you’re the happiest and most secure you’ve been for a long time in the middle of New York City. You run from your soulmate, but she’s safer here, where we can all protect her from whoever means her harm.” Tony let his hands drop, and the tie fluttered to the ground. “Did you ever consider that maybe your instincts are actually terrible?"

Bruce laughed helplessly. “That is one of the least encouraging things anyone’s ever told me, but somehow you come out looking like a great friend for saying it.”

“Sweet talker,” Tony said, blowing him an air kiss and heading out the door.

When he was alone, Bruce leaned over and rested his arms on his legs, letting out a long breath. His instincts were telling him that they shouldn’t wait, that someone should go right now and persuade Cicely to pack up a few days’ worth of clothes and get out of there. Then again, Tony’s words were pretty illustrative. He spun the chair around to the computer and logged out. On his way out the door, he picked up Tony’s red tie and wrapped it around his hand absently as he waited in the elevator. 'She’ll be fine,' he told himself.

Next chapter, Bruce is forced into the very situation he's always tried to avoid--speaking his Words to his soulmate.

to be continued...

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gravitywonagain · 2 years ago

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Hey, thank you so much for sharing Can't Cheat Death While You're Digging Your Own Grave! It came up on my timeline and I think it's fantastic!! Do you have any plans to put it on AO3? I don't want to miss out on any future updates so I was hoping you would so I can bookmark it. :D

hi!! i'm so glad you like it!!

there are plans to put it on ao3 eventually, but i tend not to post anything there until it's been through a round or eight of edits by my wife and/or myself. i post a lot of first drafts here, particularly those i use as warmups, that need a lot of work before i'm actually happy with them and i've come to think of ao3 as where things get 'published' if that makes sense? i had also been planning on not putting up unfinished works there again due to my very slow and sporadic update rate for... well pretty much everything, among other reasons.

it does seem kind of silly, though. now that i write that out. as the only thing that is different about tumblr vs ao3 is the audience and the ability to follow the progress of a fic in a more straightforward manner.....

but, with that particular fic as an example, there are three chapters now and i have no idea what the fourth will even be about, let alone when it will be posted. this means that i might want to change things in prev chapters to suit a better overall story line (which is something i'm learning how to do and struggling to reconcile with my current big long fic). but, then again, maybe not. maybe i reserve that for fics that i haven't posted here? maybe something like this fic becomes more of a 'yes, and...' type exercise, and we all just see where it goes together? i could get behind that, i think. maybe.

it would still have to go through edits. (like, that entire third ch should be in past tense based on how i set up the timeline in the first one.) and wife Does Not have time for following along with all of my wips. but maybe that would still be doable. i've posted non-wife-edited fics there before. i could do it again. add her edits when they're made, if they're made.

...

all of which is to say, YES, it will go up on ao3, but i don't know when. possibly sooner rather than later as a direct result of your question ;)

in the meantime, idk, follow the tag (#ccdwydyog), maybe? not sure how well that works. or maybe i can make a note to send you a thing whenever the next ch happens? it'll have to be a very good note, and placed particularly well, so i currently make no promises to do more that try on that one :)

sorry that got a bit more complicated and ramble-y than you were probably hoping for, but you gave me a lot to think about!

thanks for the ask, and thanks for reading my silly little fic! <3

#greywake #asks #idk why anyone would but if anyone does have opinions about this feel free to ask or dm me about them!#i am very open to suggestions here!!#maybe this will finally get me to make a poll...?#thank you greywake!!!!!!!!!!!!

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thebadtimewolf · 10 months ago

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Hello! I hope you don’t mind this message but I immediately jumped into the rose tag after the episode. When you say Rose died 6 times to sutekh what do you mean?

I’m not familiar with extended canon much sorry if this is a silly question :)

shorter answer: hi! it's not a silly question at all! rtd chose screengrabs of eps where rose tyler was directly in the crossfire of sutekh gift of death so she couldn't react or run. it was a choice he made! a choice! to show that beach! Again! and then put the line of 2005! Out of 15's mouth! Rose was dead before she can even start something something haunting the narrative something something blue drapes something something im sure tentoo had fun experiencing his first human death!

shortest answer but really a reminder for everyone including you: tumblr doesn't go by tags when you search (in this case) rose tyler. it goes by who types out the words "rose" and "tyler" in a post and lumps it in there with the rose tyler tag even if said post or reblogged post isn't even tagged at all. THEY USED TO! IT USED TO NOT BE CLUTTERED! BUT NOW THEY DONT! SO NOW WE GET RANDOM BOOBY BOT SPAM LINKS! I HATE IT THANKS. but also if you also see this in the tag, my point about this is made

short answer: get familiar with extended canon because rtd pulling all these bitches out for tv so u can be prepared and have further context and further horror (but fun! fun horror!) on the why is it so devastating, why the dr is so horrified but knows the villain, why it's exciting to see these things for that do know extended canon both televised, comic, book, audio, etc etc etc it's fun. it's like a rabbit hole that actually warms you while latching onto you. like the beetle backpack. but fun! plenty of fans of the show outside your bubble can show you where to look, to read, to listen, to watch, but only if you actually want to learn more about it yourself. rtd is coming in with the televised/written mindset that you already know eu and prev seasons and prev marketing strategies and prev characters referenced. that's why everything 15 brings up is short and brief about it.

long answer because brain go brrrrrrr

the shots shown of where the tardis lands in the Memory Tardis monitors shows shots from s1 s2 and s4 of eps that rose tyler was in where she was standing in front of the ship before she gets a chance to reaction ie the shots of the TARDIS before dematerialising from said location

the beach shot, pete's world - specifically the shot before tentoo and rose can look at each other in s4 journey's end

2005 was the year 9 frequented the most in regards to earth but they do two shots of rose tyler's eps (one is a cctv shot of born again/christmas invasion tardis standing after he gets carried off), (another shows the bad wolf space station) to really highlight how devastating sutekh plan actually is by showing that no matter what reality one can escape to, if the doctor or rather the tardis piloted by the doctor lands there, sutekh spreads the gift of death or as im starting to call it, the imotep tsunami

which make sutekh, if anything very through, to kill rose tyler way too many times and it looks less like 'oh rose is such a threat' and more like a dog attacking someone that harmed someone the dog cared about.

a tad over kill methinks but, it highlights the relatable devastation that the doctor has to connect to the audience that no one and nobody that isn't the current onscreen companion, not even rose marion tyler herself, is immune to sutekh over reaching hand of death.

even mel bush got hit in the end because she was a former companion.

but it's all saved at the end.

It's just that rose tyler and tentoo (tentoo's proper first time dying like human because of an invasion awwww bless! his first death as a human!!! I'm sure he was geeked out!) now have additional trauma of dying and not being able to do anything about it because the tardis screengrab they use is moments after them JUST RECIEVING the tardis seed, with him taking off.

at least in a way sutekh was probably the reason why 10 and 14 are mayfly regenerations. they didn't last as long but they made an impact.

funnily enough, this is probably the only proper harkness death where he stayed dead since abbadon. so i know when he came back AND SAW GWEN ALSO BRUSH DUST OFF HERSELF he probably cried tears of joy because it's the first time he got to die alongside the human race with a friend

so yeah fun story to tell mia when she's younger AND BBY TONY TYLER OH GOD LULUBELLE AAA sorry but I hope this somehow answers this. I'm still reeling that gallifrey essentially got dusted SO MANY TIMES that dhawan!master being sad about wiping out the species (who is death's champion) is essentially just went sad about the lie being fed to him and that he gambled with the toymaker FOR NOTHING sorry sorry anyway. christmas special might be a doozy. it just feels that way.

#{its about the memory tardis scenes}#anonymous #bw: out of ethos #answered #tv: doctor who #ep: s14e08 empire of death #{watch anon watch}#{watch this post pop up in her tag EVEN THOUGH SHES NOT TAGGED}

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krockat · 2 years ago

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hi i was randomly reading tags late at night on videos, and i saw yours you added onto https:// www dot tumblr dot com/krockat / 726501511214022656 a while back asking for the source of the music and not sure if you ever figured it out so apologies if you did, but its part of the ost from the anime black butler, not a game! but if someone did use it in a game i hope you find it too!

ouffh..... anon........

see... in that post in those very tags you speak of.. . I.. i did promise i would give plenty praise and love to those who would help solve my mystery.....

and you did nothing wrong anon.

you are a beacon of light, a shining example of a person just randomly going out of their way to be a nice little light-shedder-on-er-er, while prev just doing some'n simple n pleasurable (as pleasurable as the mixed crockpot of reading random strangers tags Can be) for themself.

but.. lemme tell you.... this is rough news.

to have a rare glance of something so similar to this great (i mean no, the quality of said game itself might be questionable, but a great soundtrack and alternative Weirdness and nostalgia of a seemingly never discussed old playstation game relic of my memory lossy past - it is despite it all quite great a) mystery -

it was so hopeful and enticing!

and then i learned.. and then i learned.. it was actually from my number one enemy-anime Black Butler!!

you see, black butler and I have history.

apart from it being a creepy show where two adult demons thirst for a child boy (that for some further context also had an unfairly banger ost that deep inspired my youth), it was, infact, and here comes an actual Real trigger warning for the content ahead:

warning you, here it comes! the tags will have what specific triggers this is about.

a tool used in grooming me.

so, while i really am grateful for your kind message and explanation - to find that this music that was so similar to what i remember from the soundtrack of the game - was actually from that show? Oh real unfortunate. just realllll unfortunate.

lemme tell ya when i woke up to read i got a notif w the beginning premise that someone had figured out this mystery song - meaning also maybe the coveted mystery game?

even barely awake and conscious as i was, and just really there initially wanting to check what time it was, because my alarm certainly hadn't called yet and the darkness seeping from my curtained window spoke of other promises -

and when then i ofc immediately opened that shit up and was left face to face with the reality of KROCKAT ENEMY-ANIME NUMBER ONE - ?

oh i knew it was gonna be a special kind of day.

so, sorry for no earlier reply but i was put into a certain state of reflection these last couple days.

and it's been interesting, actually

which might sound a tad bit morbid to those inclined,

but well you know us Aquarius Suns(TM) Hahoo - who often find morbid and sad stuff fun and entertaining to think about and toss and turn around like an old sausage in a corporate bodega hot revolver grill. just a lil interest in that

it actually got me to get into a creatory headspace. thinking about all that shit.

so yea pretty good now, but the first hour of gripping w that? yeah. idk how or that i would or could or would want to explain perhaps why or how or in what way that little fact did affect me.

but. you've still done me a great service. and i intend to make good on that reward i did promise whoever would solve my inquiry.

thank you you kind little folk! very very nice of you to come in to my ask and give me answers! you seem like a nice type.

...

but yes a post this long and involved (?) does got to have an end, and one useful trick to end things you don't know how to end is to put music at the end of whatever it is.

now, Best ending would be to have the music of the Actual game's ost i was talking about. but i still don't know what the game is.

Worst ending is probably just that bl*ck b*tler song that baited me (yes i am now "blurring" it out as this is the end part of the post that's meant to end as a reprieve)

and not to say that would necessarily be a bad way to end the post. hells, it might be the interesting (♒🌞) way to conclude this post.

but i think i will just leave you with this.

(sorry that it is a link to spotify. and that it is a from a corporate-y compilation album. and w songs i haven't vetted. i had no choice in what release it was. do you still like me)

(here also comes a youtube link. )

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Black and white picture of Swedish jazz singer Monica Zetterlund - on a youtube thumbnail and link to a video upload of her singing the song "Att angöra en brygga".

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#tw grooming mention #tw csa mention #krockat answers anons #anti black butler #krockat krockar #idk how to tag black butler so ppl can block that tag - but not have fans of it have it in their tags n open myself up to shit from em.#also i rly don't know what my anon tags or asks tags are lol. i don't remember.#also haha to be clear with the astrology joke #- i like to use astrology as a for-fun personality test and sometimes day-to-day vibe advice for my own self. i am fine about it #and no i don't just laugh or schadenfreude at people's whatever else misery - more like that its often a stimulating topic and interests me #to talk w ppl about their shit. and of plenty at/w myself and my imagined blorgbos or whatever.#<writing that cause i know it's the internet and ppl like knife-at-throat-ing ppl when its a sport to assume the worst.#also to be clear - that video visually is just that still image. not of her performing the song. was unsure how or if i should word that in #the image ID. seemed too much.#oh shit now that i have written an image ID after already writing all these tags on mobile - damn it.#image described #also i am tired of this post and having it actually be any good now (which i dont think it is at this point) but idc.#better to just post the beast than not at this point. right #man these tags are too serious overall than what i did w the post. like I said. ♒🌞so to me it's fine to be silly w it #also the song I chose just cause it has a whimsy while also being very vibey and dreamy and jazzy. and there's inherent silly w its namesak #and also more specifically and esp because it's one of the main songs I've been listening to lately. so it's just a glampse into my state #i would explain the lyrics (them being in swedish and all) at a request. otherwise this posts just too long and idc :D #att angöra en brygga #monica zetterlund #my music tastes #long post #also yea i didn't give anon the full promised compliment hoard or wtvr tf I said in those og tags - but i just wasn't feeling it!#you gotta match the vibe of who you're talking to - right. what point is there to just ham it and no one wants to have ham at the table.

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thesilverlady · 2 years ago

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Omg you ship book rhaegon and lucemond before the show? One of the rare few (sorry i just saw your prev ask while browsing those two tags). Because of that i would love to know your thoughts seeing these two ships pop off because of the show (especially lucemond since its top 3 popular ship in hotd fandom). What does it feel like seeing these crack ship before in your head to suddenly gain sm popularity now? Also i really want to know the difference between the book ships and the show ships and why the book ship attracted you initially? Thanks in advance if you ever answer!

hi! no need to apologize 🥰 Yeah I shipped both of these pre-show and it was definitely an experience. There were 0 lucemond fics and only 2 rhaegon ones to which I still have them bookmarked out of nostalgia 🙈

about the first question: my thoughts upon seeing these two ships pop off are kinda contradictory. For rhaegon, I'm glad people see the potential but due to hotd portrayal lots of the fics are smut (which I have no problem with ofc but I generally prefer plot fics) or some characterizations are entirely based on the show (like Aegon being an airhead and only a toy with 0 ambition /Rhaenyra being manipulative and always in control etc) So i leave a kudo for support and hope I'll find what I'm looking for later.

With lucemond I have a better luck because the community is much bigger, and there's so much variety to choose from. I'm very satisfied with them rising to top 3, and I hope they stay there.

So I'd say overall a mixed of bittersweet and smugness. Trust me, if I had a coin for the amount of times I've been called delulu for shipping these ships pre-show I'd be rich by now. There's also a certain amount of validation that comes with finally being able to actually speak about these pairs without worrying too much that a mob will start throwing you tomatoes. And all fanarts are absolutely a treat. 😊

in regards of the differences between book ships vs the show ships, keep in mind i don't speak for the entire rhaegon/lucemond community and I know a big bunch will even disagree with this:

for lucemond, I admit the show did more for them in certain aspects. Like growing up together, certain camera angle choices etc The big difference is again the characterization - which the show ignores a lot. Basically what hotd does is change traits but keep the results the same. So for example, Aemond in the show is supposed to be this calm/in control guy who is into philosophy and history and is more "suitable" to be king compared to his elder brother, but then you have his canon actions (insulting/challenging/chasing an envoy) coming up and that hardly makes sense. In f&b the antagonism is built more properly and you can see why the characters do what they do.

for rhaegon, we didn't even have any scene of the two together (a crime truly) but lots of people find the actors attractive and others love the people-from-opposite-side that goes on with team black/green. So I'd say show rhaegon is mostly vibes while in the book i found things to grab onto.

In f&b we already get seeds to plant the idea from the moment Aegon is born. Otto constantly brought up the succession order so many times he was fired because of it.

Then there's the entire post-daemyra drama when Rhaneyra is still looking for a husband and Alicent kept suggesting for Aegon to be betrothed to Rhaenyra. We learn from that paragraph that "the two half-siblings had never gotten on well" which let's be for real, already sets for an interesting drama if the marriage was to happen.

We also have Aegon's first refusal of the throne before Cole added preasure. “My sister is the heir, not me. What sort of brother steals his sister’s birthright?” I've seen some people (usually antis) believing that perhaps he never said this and the Septon lied to make him look good. Well, I say that's bs because I always believe the truth in f&b is somewhere in between so this moment definitely happened and given how we knew the two didn't even get along in childhood, I find it a very interesting development.

And of course I can't forget Rhaenyra's iconic death - which is by Aegon's dragon and I can delude myself into getting some crimes of passion ™ vibes

As for lucemond, I don't really have anything deep to say. 😅. The fight that costed Aemond his eye + the quote "Prince Lucerys might have been able to outfly his pursuer, [...] but the day was as black as Prince Aemond’s heart" were kinda enough for me to go 👀 oh he truly hates him..... You see, the fight that made Aemond lose his eye was kinda more brutal; he had 3 kids to deal with, not 5. And they were all so young in comparison. Jace was 6, Luke 5 and Joffrey 3 while Aemond was 10. He was able to beat them all until Lucerys slashed him across the face and I imagine he took such a huge hit on his pride because of it.

When they all have the family dinner years later we're told that "Aemond had become a dangerous swordsman [...] but remained a wild and willful child, hot-tempered and unforgiving." So I thought those scenes + lucerys death kinda serve the obsessed trope™ which I'm very into

I hope my reply was intelligible ♥ it's 3 am as I'm writing this so I imagine i may have not explained some stuff properly. Either way let me know and thank you for the ask.

#lucemond #rhaegon #f&b meta #anti hotd #ask reply

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lutawolf · 2 years ago

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hi luta, i just want so slide by and say thank you

for bringing kind metas (posts) on lita/prapaisky , and mame's a bit too. i am forever grateful.

im a tumblr user for bl stuff in 2020, followed some huge blogs & learned a lot about bl cuz im fairly new. i had forgotten about it until i rejoined a couple months ago for prapaisky' lita -- expecting to share the same excitement / reading wonderful metas / learning things again

i ... im pretty perplexed to read the blogs i used to read for info / metas im looking forward to ... expressed mean, mean, things.

i felt nauseous. i didnt realize the people whose metas i used to love can be so. cruel. i had hoped i can find some articulation of what I felt, as a shared feelings, but not only i didnt find it, i, felt ashamed to even had my feelings from the first place. i had to dived in the tag rabbit hole and finally found blogs that expressed the opposites, and thank god i did. thank god i did.

(followed them right away, n unfollow thw prev blogs that i now, see, as ... no)

this tho, had me actually ignored the whole tag whlist it airs, and put notif on for the ones i now value, yours included. it got me thru the whole journey of ep11-13, especially, Especially, 12. the special ep tho, the special ep got me branched out again towards the tag and see people bashing it again undermining it as the sex ep. and kinkshaming rain. is it so bad to have a happy, mutual, consent sexual relationship? i thought we dont kinkshame now

i . i dont know what to think. i am sorry to barging in like this. i just. all these upsetting experience piled up and i just. had to. express my gratitude that u at least shown me the kind side of this perspective.

i apologize for the incoherency, english is not my first language, i wish this isnt too rude..

no need to answer this if u dont want to, i just, had to say it to you. all the love, anon.

Hey Hey lil 🐇,

First, let me say welcome back to Tumblr! I'm actually pretty new. I reached a year anniversary this month. Though I am not new to bl at all. I'm OG there.

Negative reviews are a part of life. However, there is a difference between being hateful and writing a neg review. There is a difference between cancel culture and I don't watch this or participate in this type of art. I think that people are failing to see the differences. Life is not white and black.

There will always be kink shaming. It's not from men though. It's from women. These same women that are talking shit, reading romance on their kindle when no one is looking and wouldn't think twice about their boyfriend asking them to wear a French maid costume. As an amazing friend once told me, this is your room and you cultivate it the way you need to. He blocks people left and right, creating the atmosphere that he wants on Tumblr. I've learned to do the same. I may end up in a bubble but it's a tiny community of people I truly enjoy and love.

Never apologize for English being your second language. Being bilingual is an accomplishment that should only get love not judgement. You guys will never and I mean NEVER see me criticize the way someone writes, from spelling to commas, to anything. I'll never do it. I might ask for clarification but there will never be criticism. We are all here to learn and better ourselves and that is not accomplished by sitting in judgement.

I really appreciate that you read my blog and enjoy it. It means the world to me that you guys reach out to me. All the love. Wishing you the best. Thank you, 💜💜💜

#luta question and answer

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nunchiimagines · 4 years ago

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Choco Bun: 2

Choco Pudding

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, murder, mentions of blood

— Word Count: 7.1k

~MASTERPOST~

CHAPTERS: Prev _ Next

**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 2! Thank you all for the feedback and kind support. This one’s a bit shorter but now we have officially been introduced to all our CEOs! :D Please enjoy! Remember, if you want to be apart of the tag list, message me directly or send in an ask, do not comment the request under any of the posts. I will not check there! Anywho, half the slots have been officially filled! Thanks for understanding!

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A few weeks have passed since your new found friendships amongst 4 of the 7 CEO’s of BTS Corp. You would have never pegged yourself of all people to have been blessed with such an outlandish opportunity like this. From your viewpoint, this was almost too good to be true, circumstances fit for a fairytale if you were being truly honest. But somehow, it was your reality.

You were so used to hopping onto social media seeing so many people fawn over the individuals you now call your bosses. Many of them argued over what they’re ideal type was and who could and couldn’t interact with them as if they knew better than the ones in question. It was comical really, witnessing people who hadn’t even seen them in person, let alone know them, provide information they were convinced was factual. So sure of themselves that even those who have yet to formulate their own opinions ate it up like it was god’s given gospel.

You never really liked interacting with people like that, more prone to keeping your opinions and personal life far away from social media. There was always someone looking to say something no matter what kind of consequences came from their actions. Over the years you’ve learned to stray away from social media entirely unless it was to post your work and interact with the comments and critiques from people who wanted to say something about it. Other than that, your relationship with social media has been both cooperative yet distant.

Regardless, despite all the conspiracy theories formulated around the CEOs you’ve met thus far, what you do know is that they are about as childish at heart as grown men could get. When fans joked around and said these men could end all comedian’s careers, that was a very accurate statement. It actually made you impressed with the duality they all held. One minute you had seductive Jimin, intimidating Hoseok, enthralling Taehyung, and superior Yoongi. Then the next minute you had goofy Jimin, hyper Hoseok, shy Taehyung, and dorky Yoongi. It was tantalizing to witness when they turned their switch on and off based on who they interacted with. And honestly, it was really attractive.

You found yourself feeling more pulled to them with each graceful interaction. More attracted to them in ways that you never knew you’d find appealing. It left you feeling like a giddy school girl again, sudden butterflies tickling your tummy as well as the warm bursts that tinted your skin a rosy color. You were naturally a shy individual who took time to come out of her shell. Though interacting with the opposite sex no longer terrified you as much, being around males you were attracted to, looked up to, and worked for made all those years of hardwork slip away like a distant memory.

Yet somehow, you always managed to pull through without being detected. Well, you thought you managed to pull through. All four of the males knew, they could feel the reciprocated feelings. It was amusing to tease you from time to time, watching your innocence and naturally shy demeanor reveal itself. They got off on it and you never suspected a thing. That’s what made it even more fun. In fact, it was so fun and so alluring for the guys to partake in such behavior that it was starting to become a bit too obvious to those around them.

It was Seokjin who noticed it first. When he went to visit Jimin for the approval of a possible collaborative photoshoot with Rihanna’s Savage X Fenty brand, the younger male in question was missing, yet again. When he had asked Jimin’s secretary about it, a thin antsy weasel hybrid, he made mention of Jimin's second disappearance to the 19th floor that day. Seokjin thought that was pretty odd behavior coming from someone like him, as this wasn’t the first time this has happened. However, he just brushed it off, waiting for the male to return.

Not too far around roughly the same time, Namjoon headed on over to speak to Taehyung about the up and coming budget increase for a highly anticipated movie being shot over in Gangnam. When he couldn’t find the male in question, realizing he was missing from his office as well as from the entire floor, he was more than a bit confused. Luckily, a kind staff member under Taehyung had informed Namjoon that the male had gone down to the 19th floor for the time being. Namjoon didn’t really question it, but found it oddly coincidental that when he had visited Yoongi the other day, he was given almost identical information.

It wasn’t until he made his way over to the elevators that he had noticed Seokjin in there looking a bit frustrated.

“Oh, hyung! What’re you doing down here?” Namjoon asked.

“Looking for Jimin. He’s been gone for a whole 30 minutes! I figured he and Tae were off doing something childish, so I came here.” Jin said with an exasperated sigh.

Namjoon raised a brow, a slight cock to his head in thought.

“Funny enough, Taehyung is missing down here too. Was told he was on the 19th floor.” Namjoon informed.

Jin reeled his head to lock eyes with Namjoon, a look of realization hitting him. Namjoon was a bit taken back by the flabbergasted features of the older man, curious if he had said something he wasn’t supposed to.

“He...He what?!”

“I said he’s on the 19th floor...is there a problem?” Namjoon questioned, a quirk still in his brow.

“Yeah! There is actually! That’s where I was told Jimin was at too.” Jin explained, irritation laced in his rising voice.

As the two were in the midst of figuring out what was going on by sharing information, a high pitched ring from the neighboring elevator erupted in the small area, announcing the arrival of someone new. When the door’s had opened, Binnie walked out, catching sight of a provoked looking Seokjin and a contemplative Namjoon. He, at first, wasn’t sure if he should bother the duo but thought it’d be rude to not at least offer a hello and bow having been working close with all of them for over a year now.

“Ah, Binnie! Hello, how’s dance practice with Hobi?” Namjoon asked, not wanting to come off as impolite.

“It’s good actually. He’s taught me so much in such a short amount of time. Actually, we ended our session not too long ago. He seemed pretty excited to go see Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Seokjin asked.

The two men went quiet for a moment. The gears were turning in Namjoon’s head while, by the looks of it, Seokjin was realizing it too.

“This...Y/n, she wouldn’t happen to be on the 19th floor would she?” Namjoon asked with a curt smile.

Being human, Binnie didn’t immediately pick up on the irritated aura being given off by both Seokjin and Namjoon. However, the surrounding individuals who were hybrids did and they either went dead silent, froze, or ran off. The anger of a dragon hybrid was not to be messed with.

“Yeah, she does actually. She works at the little cafe on the 19th floor. Only place I’ll go to for some really good coffee. Funny enough, I’ve been seeing Mr. Jimin, Mr. Taehyung, Mr. Hoseok, and Mr. Yoongi there quite a lot lately. I think they’re all there now actually.” Binnie explained, finger on chin in contemplation.

“Oh...really now?” Jin said with a forced smile.

“Well then, we better take our leave. We have important business to discuss with them. See you around Binnie.” Namjoon said.

Binnie just bowed and smiled, going on his merry way for a bit before a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t realize where it came from but just brushed it off. When he rounded the corner, he was practically tackled by his manager, a cute yet cubby female bear hybrid, worrying that he had said something to anger the two CEOs. Needless to say, Binnie was very confused.

Namjoon and Seokjin boarded the elevator together, giving each other a silent yet agreeing look. They were going to get to the bottom of this but first, they needed to have a little family talk.

The following morning you came in to work as usual. You prepared your work station and had just enough time to start making your well sought out chocolate pudding. It was a special recipe given to you by your aunt from Germany. She actually had no blood relation to you whatsoever but her husband and your father had a friendship that dated back further than you could even fathom. She loves cooking and was enamored with your dream to open up a cafe. She insisted you add her special pudding on the menu, with an agreement you’d name the treat after her. And so, you did.

The first time you offered the sweet treat to the public, it sold out before the lunch hour even had a chance to start. That surprised you at first but you were grateful by the high demand. So you designated every Wednesday to sell a specified amount of chocolate pudding and without a doubt, people always rushed, fought, and lined up for it. You wished you could make it everyday, but it was difficult to ship the ingredients out to you from overseas and it actually took longer than normal pudding to make. That’s part of the reason why you had to start it so early in the morning.

So naturally on pudding days, you’d expect to see four very eager faces awaiting to sample the premade dessert you never failed to give them. In fact, it was something you always looked forward to, a sense of pride swelling within you when they praised your work. So imagine your surprise when you were not peering at the elegant face of Jimin, the sharp features of Taehyung, the vibrant warmth of Hoseok, or the boyish looks of Yoongi. Instead you were met with what could easily be described as a handsome prince and an alluring authority figure. Or better known as Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. You weren’t sure rather to panic and run or panic and hide. Oh but by the grace of god you sure as hell were panicking. You stared for a bit, not really sure on what to do. Them suddenly appearing was not on your list of expectations today and seeing them was like throwing a wrench into a machine filled with cogs. It was already hard enough to be around the other four men who took it upon themselves to visit you but you managed, somehow, to get used to that. This...this was not something you were used to and you weren’t sure if your racing heart and plump red cheeks could provide you enough of an opportunity to compose yourself to even try right now.

Ahh, but don’t fret, as you were far from being the only one with such internal thoughts. At that very moment, the confident, handsome, boastful Seokjin was stuck. Actually, stuck couldn’t even begin to describe it. He was mesmerized, enamored, infatuated. The list could go on and on. You were so vulnerable, so small, so innocent, so enticing. His mind raced, eyes tracing over the way your blouse fit your curves, the way your hair graced your sunkissed skin, the way your eyes looked both hesitant yet angelic, and the way your large ears were placed so cutely, so adorably, adorned the top of your head.

His throat felt dry, his face felt hot, his palms felt sweaty and for a brief moment he forgot the point of his visit. Hell, he even forgot Namjoon was standing next to him, who, by the way, held very similar, yet less appropriate, thoughts as the elder. But the silence was looming over the three of you for far too long and it was more of a staring contest than anything else. And yes, it was getting awkward. Especially for you. So, Namjoon took it upon himself to voice something, finally.

“Ms. Y/n, correct?” he asked, giving off a charming smile that displayed his perfectly placed dimples.

“Y-Yes sir, Mr. Kim? May I help you with something?” you asked, trying to calm your nerves.

Namjoon could notice your nervousness and attempted to swallow the rising smile that bubbled within. The urge to giggle and coo over you. To continue to trace over every curve and every eyelash and...God he was falling hard and he’d only said three words to you, one of them being your name. Namjoon swallowed thickly to compose himself.

“Y-Yes-” he paused to clear his throat.

“Yes, actually. We were just curious where exactly our brothers always ran off to in the middle of the day.” he explained.

You cocked your head cutely, your ears swinging to the side. At first, you really weren’t sure what he was referring to but your eyes brightened in realization then directly into guilt.

“Oh my god! I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was causing a distraction to them-”

“Please, don’t apologize.” Seokjin chimed in, waving his hand dismissively.

“It is far from your fault Ms. Y/n. My younger brothers just tend to be a bit too playful at the most inopportune times. So please, this is no fault of your own.” he continued to assure.

“If anything,” Namjoon started, quickly glancing around to admire your small workspace.

“This is actually a really lovely and quiet place. Plus it smells really good.”

You smiled and bowed politely, feeling a swelling sense of pride having been the one to come up with the design.

“Thank you so much Mr. Kim for such kind words. I wanted to bring a little piece of home with me here. I’m glad the space comes across as warm and welcoming as I had hoped.”

“Please, just Namjoon.”

“Seokjin will do as well. I can imagine calling us both Mr. Kim may actually be a bit odd and awkward in our current circumstances. Plus, I feel old when you say it.” he chuckled.

You couldn't hold back a giggle, relieved he had said the very thing you were thinking. Feeling a bit more comfortable and confident you carried on the conversation longer before it got quiet and awkward again.

“Then just call me Y/n and seeing as you’re both here, would you like to order something?” you asked politely.

“I’ll admit I am a bit tempted.” Namjoon hummed playfully, glossing over the creatively designed board with options.

The two ordered their respective drinks, looks of astonishment after having tasted it.

“I knew it wasn’t bad, it’s just far better than I had expected.” Seokjin exclaimed.

“It’s smooth, not too bitter or too sweet. This is excellent Y/n!” Namjoon praised shortly after.

“I’m really glad you like it. Oh! Here try this!” you said scurrying off in the back to grab something.

Seokjin and Namjoon hung around for a bit while you had disappeared from sight. They eyed each other silently, unspoken words being shared between the two before their gaze fell back on you again. You had such a lovely smile on your face, eyes filled with excitement before revealing two small plates with pudding on it. It was perfectly shaped with a coating of chocolate syrup. Atop that was a small flower decoration made from sugar. It held a nice sleek shine with no blemish in sight. It was appetizing yet too attractive to destroy.

“Normally, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok eat this every morning on Wednesday but...it seems they’re not showing up today.”

You were right, they weren’t showing up that morning. And that was all thanks to Namjoon and Seokjin. That little family talk they had last night got them into more trouble than they cared to admit. Grant it they weren’t little kids anymore, they were still reprimanded for their lack of proper work ethic as CEOs. So that morning, they were each forced to meet a specific quota by lunch to make up for all the wasted time. It was also to keep them on task from visiting you, hopefully this being enough to keep their priorities in check.

However, what Seokjin and Namjoon quickly realized was the ‘why’ in their continual visits. It wasn’t the food. It wasn’t the drinks. It wasn’t even the nice ambience that felt like a soothing embrace from home. It was you. Kind, sweet, adorable, angelic you. You and your soft features, doe-like eyes, beautiful skin, curvaceous figure, your alluring scent, your innocence, and the purity you held they oh so badly wanted to taint in the most provocative and inappropriate ways imaginable. You were like a hidden treasure; a pure, raw, untouched gem that shined and sparkled in a way too beautiful for some to even appreciate in full. And that was more than enough to entice and rile the inner greedy desires of any dragon.

They knew you had never been touched before, there being no indication of it. How do they know this, you ask? See, the thing is, mythical hybrids, as stated before, are and aren’t different from normal hybrids. Though they may share a vast majority of similarities, there are just some things that mythical hybrids can do that normal hybrids can’t. And one of those things a dragon hybrid can do is be able to tell if someone has ever had a partner before just from their scent alone. And yours is one of the purest they’d ever smelt. It was mesmerizing, intoxicating, and addicting. It was no wonder the others kept coming back. Being here was now a game changer.

“Oooh! What’s this?” Seokjin asked delightfully, eyes sparkling with wonder at the aesthetic dessert.

“This is a special pudding I make every Wednesday. It’s usually only sold at lunch time and is sold out within the hour. I don't usually see the guys until I have my lunch break so I never have any for them unless I give it to them first thing in the morning!” you happily explained, handing them two cute spoons to go with it.

As Namjoon and Seokjin excitedly ate the treat, you were indulged with noises of gratification and pleasure.

“This is like a luxury item!” Namjoon proclaimed with shock.

“How have I never heard of this before? Wait, why have they never told us about this before?!” Seokjin asked slightly irritated with hints of betrayal in his eyes.

“If it’s any consultation, I can always make some for you two aswell moving forward. That is, if you’d like me to.” you suggested.

“Yes!” they simultaneously shouted, a bit out of character from their previous dominating aura.

I full blown laugh left you throwing your head back. It was enough to catch their attention and watch you as if they were hypnotized. Wiping a falling tear from your eye, you tried to compose yourself.

“I’m sorry it’s just, you’re all so different from what I’d always imagined. I’d seen you act pretty funny on TV before but I never expected you all to be so-”

“Normal?” Namjoom finished with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, exactly. If I may be so bold, I’ve always looked up to you all. You’re all so amazing, young and strong hybrids doing things so many before would’ve never imagined. I’m so used to seeing people like you fall prey to the fame, drowning in all the recognition and spotlight. But here you all are, acting in ways that make it easy to forget you’re billionaires. It makes people like me feel less inferior, for lack of a better word. I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you for staying authentic and proving that status, no matter how it was acquired, is nothing more than a title and doesn’t define the worthiness of an individual.”

Namjoon and Seokjin went quiet for a minute, a bit amazed by your sudden speech.

“And you’re good with words. You sure you’re not the amazing one in question?” Namjoon asked.

You waved your hands dismissively, shaking your head in disagreement.

“No no! I’m far from being like that! I’m way too shy and awkward.” you protested.

“Probably would make people feel more uncomfortable than anything else.” you joked sheepishly.

“I beg to differ.” Namjoon countered.

“I do as well. And to prove it to you, I’d like to make an offer.” Seokjin added.

“An...offer?” you questioned, cocking your head instinctively.

Namjoon side eyed Seokjin, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Yes. This Saturday we’re hosting a gala at our estate as a thank you for our new business partners. Funny enough, one of the restaurants we cater from had a last minute cancellation. We’ve actually been trying to find someone who could fill the spot and I personally think you’d be a perfect fit.” Seokjin disclosed.

Your eyes widened, an opportunity like this would allow for your name to expand to all sorts of people.

“A-Are you certain you’d like me of all people? I mean, of course I’d love to! But wait, I’m just a simple cafe owner, I’ve never catered to such...prestigious people before. What if it’s not to their liking? Is there something specific I should make or bring? Oh wait, I-I don’t have anything to wear.” you rambled with a panic.

Namjoon reached for your hand, the difference in size once again being apparent. It was much warmer and much softer than you had expected and, unlike Hoesoek and Taehyung, it was a calming and soothing sensation, kinda like when you were around Yoongi. You hesitantly looked up at Namjoon with a pinkish tint on your cheeks, his hand connecting with yours making your heart swoon. He smiled charmingly at you, his dimples on display again but much closer than before.

“Relax. I promise you it’ll be okay. Do you know how many of our clients have talked about you and your cafe? Don’t worry about how you’re going to be perceived, just stay authentic to yourself. That’s how you managed to get so many patrons to enjoy your work.” Namjoon assured.

“And about that dress, little one.” Seokjin called out, lightly gripping your chin in between his fingers boldly.

“We can take care of that no problem. Here,”

Seokjin quickly wrote some things down thanks to some sticky notes and a pen you had on the counter. When he handed you the note, you observed it, reading over the scribbled markings thoroughly.

“We can take care of that when you arrive at the estate early. Promise.” he added.

“Are you...are you sure?” you asked once more.

“Hahahaha, god you’re so cute. I can completely understand why the guys are so enamored by you!” Jin laughed loudly.

“Eh!? I-I-I...What??” you stuttered, tripping over your own words.

Namjoon snickered as well, agreeing with the elder.

“We swear to you we mean it. You’ll see. But for now, we must take our leave. Thank you for indulging us, Y/n.” Namjoon said, kissing the top of your hand before leaving.

Seokjin gave you a sweet smile before following Namjoon. You stood there a bit stunned, a surge of emotions coursing through you. But you couldn’t help the rising blush as well as the soft smile. When Seokjin matched paces with Namjoon, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious smirk on his face.

“They canceled on us last minute? News to me.” Namjoon mocked.

“You didn’t know? But it’s all good now. Can’t tell me she wouldn’t be a perfect replacement.” Seokjin feigned ignorance.

“I won't argue against that. But funny, don’t remember us even calling a catering company, seeing as we have the staff provide the food anyway.” he shot back.

“What?! We didn’t?” he overdramatized his shock as they continued walking.

You had to force yourself to stay distracted throughout your shift after what had happened. In fact, you were very grateful it was pudding day or you may have zoned out in the midst of orders more often than you’d care to admit. Luckily, just like clockwork, it got really busy and gave you no time to reminisce about the situation from this morning. After the lunch rush you were blessed with a brief grace period that allowed you to clean up a bit before being able to relax a little. And a little was all it was you got before you were graced with yet another big surprise.

“My choco bun~” Taehyung called out with a sly smile.

“We missed you bunbun!” Jimin whined, coming and engulfing you in a big hug.

That’s right. You didn’t really know when it started, or why for that matter, but for a while now the guys have become more touchy to say the least. It wasn’t anything inappropriate, just hugs, brief hand holding, and lingering touches. The most anyone’s ever done was kiss your hand and that was from both Taehyung and Namjoon. You didn’t mind it, not at all. In fact, you craved it, always melting into their embraces with a contentment you could barely comprehend.

“Hi guys, I missed you this morning.” you said with a slight pout.

Jimin cupped your cheeks, a look of adoration decorating his features.

“I’m sorry bunbun, we had work to do.” Jimin admitted.

“But we missed you too. Did...did Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung come in to see you?” Taehyung asked, trying to mask his hesitation.

You smiled sheepishly, nodding in response to his question.

“Yeah, they did actually. They’re both as kind as I had expected. But guess what?” you asked with a rise of excitement.

They knew their brothers had come to visit you and they were a bit more than annoyed when they were put on a temporary, yet short, lockdown due to their work ethic. But something in them knew that it all worked out for the better. Especially when they spotted and interacted with the two in question. There was definitely something off about them. And when your name was mentioned, that made it all the more obvious and entertaining. But that was beside the point.

Your visible passion sparked the two males into putting all their attention solely on you. Seeing you this vitalized filled them with a sense of unexplainable bliss. Both Jimin and Taehyung shamelessly looked over you, their imaginations running to a shared domestic life where they were blessed to see such a cute face from morning until night.

“Oh, what’s got you all excited?” Jimin teased, twirling a small lock of your hair in between his fingers.

“Seokjin had offered me a chance to cater to your gala this weekend. I admit I’m a bit nervous but the thought of doing something like this makes me really excited.” you happily revealed.

Jimin and Taehyung both showed visible enthusiasm for your news, glad to hear and see you so elated for the opportunity. But they already knew about it. Of course they weren’t going to tell you that for fear of witnessing your bright hopeful eyes, wide beautiful smile, and rosy red cheeks be tainted with a crestfallen expression. So they played the part by acting surprised and congratulating you.

“That’s amazing Y/n! Imagine the amount of people you could network with?” Jimin encouraged.

“Not to mention them being able to sample some of the best a cafe could provide. No wonder you were chosen to be the face of our own authentic brand.” Taehyung added.

“What a perfect segway into your next surprise!” Jimin mentioned, a mischievous smirk painting his angelic features.

You cocked your head slightly, unaware there was a deeper reason behind their visit today. Nonetheless, your heart raced in slight anticipation, your inner child having always been tempted by surprises. When Jimin and Taheyung moved out of the way, you were standing face to face with a very tall man. He was young like the others but held some boyish looks that definitely indicated him being the youngest. He shared a similar length and wavy texture in hair to Taehyung and was just as handsome as the rest of the brothers. It took everything in you to not freak out for the third time today but it was very hard when Jeon Jungkook was here. Funny enough, he seemed as nervous and shy as you were feeling.

Taehyung lightly chuckled, pleased with the way this was going. Jimin was too, opting to spill the secret that their little maknae had hidden since your arrival.

“I’m sure you know who this is Y/n.” Jimin assumed.

“Yes! Hello, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. I think you’re the only one I haven’t formally met yet.” you said trying to regain your composure.

Jungkook kinda jumped when you finally started talking to him. You could tell he was a bit fidgety and uncomfortable but he smiled slightly at you and nodded. Was he blushing?

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. My hyungs talk about you quite a lot actually.” Jungkook said.

“Uh uh uh!” Jimin jumped in.

“Little Jungkookie, you know none of us would’ve been able to meet her if it weren’t for you.” Taehyung added.

Jungkook stiffened and your eyes widened in confusion.

“Wait...what?” you asked with bewilderment.

“You see, Jungkook had been a fan of yours for quite some time.” Jimin finally admitted.

“Yep! You know how they call him the golden maknae?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded, very intrigued on the development of this story.

“Well, he had come across a cafe in Busan a while ago where they do latte art in their drinks. He was curious and wanted to know more about it. Around that time you had become very popular here in Korea and naturally you showed up on the search engine.” Taehyung continued.

“It didn’t take much digging to reach you, especially when one of the most famous coffee brands here commented on your post. That caused even more people to migrate to your page, Jungkookie was just one of thousands at the time.” Jimin tacked on.

“A few months later from that point and we had announced our relocation to a bigger building. We all had agreed that we wanted to have our own authentic coffee brand that represents the company and what it stands for. So, we gave Jungkook the responsibility to handle that as he was the health buff.” Taehyung said.

“And that’s when he came up with the idea to bring you over. We felt that whatever his decision was would be a good fit, given his background and profession, and never actually realized it until recently. Kinda funny how the universe works, right?”

Jungkook’s face was crimson red, hand rubbing the back of his neck as a result of his nervous habit. He refused to make eye contact with you and bit his lower lip. Was Jungkook always this cute? You were more than a bit stunned by the sudden release of information and were kinda at a loss for words. Should you thank him? Or was that too weird? You truly weren’t sure, but you knew staying silent wasn’t the way to go.

“I...wow. I honestly don’t even know what to say. I guess hearing that someone as amazing as you found potential in someone like me is kinda unreal if I’m being honest. I’ve never really felt like someone who would be recognized like that, especially by someone whom I’ve looked up to for a few years now. I hope it doesn’t sound too weird by saying this but…” you said trailing off, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Like fate?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, exactly like that.” you said with a pleased smile.

“I’m not a heavily spiritual person but I do believe in fated encounters. So,” you continued, turning to look at Jungkook.

He had finally given you eye contact, something in him forcing him to hold your gaze. You really were as beautiful as his brother’s had described. Actually, more so than that. Their words did you no justice. He had actually never seen your face, opting to keep it hidden from all your videos and posts. That only added to his intrigue in you. However, the inner feeling, that hidden force, the indescribable pull towards you was something Jungkook wasn’t even sure himself how to explain. All he knew was that he needed, he HAD to bring you here. But when it finally happened, he panicked, fearing he was being creepy and got too scared to actually see you. So imagine his surprise when the family meeting was sprung on him about the very girl he was drawn to and now so were his hyungs.

“Thank you Mr. Jeon. I mean it. This is far better than any dream of mine could’ve ever concocted. It feels too good to be true and a bit undeserving. But I will never disregard how lucky and how amazing this all is. And it all was thanks to you. Honestly, thank you doesn't even feel like it is enough to show my appreciation.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.

Your words snapped Jungkook out of his daze. However, as the meaning behind what you said officially sunk in, he felt...off. You didn’t truly think you were good enough. Good enough to be here. To be given this opportunity. To be able to interact with someone like him, who, he himself, doesn’t really find to be as amazing as people make him out to be. Something about that made him upset.

“Please don’t belittle yourself. You’re far more amazing than you give yourself credit. I picked you because I was enamored with you. Your talent is amazing! It speaks to people, influences them, makes them happy. It’s real and authentic and genuine and it reminds people of their happy place. That’s why we titled it Magic Shop. You have just the right magic we were looking for.” Jungkook exclaimed with earnesty.

“Also...please just call me Jungkook. I’m barely a year older than you.” he mumbled more to himself than anyone else.

Jimin and Taehyung were more than surprised by their little brother’s words, having not realized just how much thought and dedication he put into finding someone who would represent a part of the company. He may have been good at everything and a little bit shy, but he had always had an emotional and raw viewpoint in the way he sees and does things. It was inspiring and well nurtured. Needless to say, his hyungs were both impressed and proud of their little brother. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure when it had happened, but tears began falling down your cheeks, your heart filling with an emotion that surpassed the mere ideas of gratitude.

You quickly tried to wipe them away, the strong emotion becoming too much for your sensitive heart to handle. The three males panicked, rushing to calm you down and to ensure you were okay. You’d never heard Jungkook apologize so much before and it caused you to laugh a little in response. It only helped that Jimin mocked and berated Jungkook while Taheyung pretended to cry along with you. Regardless, you managed to recompose yourself, excusing your unforeseen outburst before offering to them something to eat and drink. It took the entire time they were there, but Jungkook slowly started to warm up to you.

“Ahhh~ amazing as always!” Jimin cooed, eating some of the chocolate pudding you saved for him.

“Thank you Y/n. This is truly delicious. Would it be alright if I come by every Wednesday morning for some?” Jungkook asked with wide pleading eyes.

“Of course! Seokjin and Namjoon were offered the same option so it won’t be a problem at all.” you insured.

Jungkook blushed a little before nodding his head and quickly looking away. Jimin noticed and laughed to himself, aware of how oblivious you were to how quickly the youngest one became even more enamored by you. In the meantime, Taehyung’s phone buzzed, stealing his attention away from the small group for a bit. As the device illuminated his features with a soft blue glow, he frowned in irritation before sighing heavily. Jimin cut him a look in wait while both you and Jungkook were conversing with one another.

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Black Swan.” Taehyung simply stated.

Jimin’s eyes darkened but that’s all there was to it. Jungkook heard it too and got quiet. He quietly finished his meal and stood up. That caught your attention as you watched them all curiously.

“Ahh man, is it time to leave already? Don’t you have 15 minutes left.” you asked with undertones of disappointment.

“Sorry bunbun, we gotta run.” Jimin stated, bopping your nose before winking at you.

“No need to look so down. We’ll be back to see you again tomorrow, no restrictions this time. Well, as long as we control the urge to see you, that is.” Taehyung seductively tacked on, whispering lowly into your ear before giving your arm a slight squeeze.

You blushed furiously and nodded your head in understanding. Though your heart was racing and pounding heavily in your ears, you couldn’t help the shy smile on your face. Jungkook watched almost enviously at the interactions you shared with the two slightly older males. A sudden feeling of irritation was bubbling within him. He had wanted to do something similar but was far too shy to enact on such urges. You had only just met him but even them, he was never that bold enough. He didn’t want to freak you out. So he opted for a cute wave and small sweet smile. Little did he know that that didn’t stop any of his older brothers from doing it, except Yoongi of course. Him and Yoongi were pretty similar in that regard.

As you finally reached closing you locked up the doors and made your way downstairs to the first floor. As you glanced out the giant glass window, you finally realized how late it had gotten, not realizing at first due to prep work for tomorrow's menu. When you passed the identification desk, you were swiftly stopped by a man dressed in all black. From his attire you could tell he was a chauffer of some kind but couldn’t tell what he wanted or needed from you. He was an older man, slightly taller than you but very thin. He held a kind smile and sweet eyes. He bowed to you before explaining himself.

“Madam Y/l/n?” he asked.

“Yes sir? May I help you with something?” you responded back a bit confused.

“Ahh~ Excellent! My, if it’s alright with me saying, you are very beautiful. My granddaughter is a little bunny hybrid and you remind me so much of her.” he said sweetly.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling a bit honored by his words.

“Oh but that’s not important right now. I was instructed by Mr. Kim to take you home tonight, ensure that you arrive safely.” he explained.

You cocked your head a bit, unsure why they felt the need to do this all of a sudden.

“Oh uh...I see. But I always take a taxi or ride the subway, are you sure it’s not a little out of the way?” you asked somewhat hesitantly.

The old man just chuckled and shook his head dismissively.

“Surely not madam! Think of it as a courtesy from the CEOs. Nothing else to it!” he said happily.

His overly benevolent personality made it easy for you to drop your guard a bit, even if it was hard to wrap your head around the reasoning behind this whole ordeal. You figured it was no big deal and eventually accepted the elderly man’s offer, not wanting to stand there and contemplate all night. He offered to take your bags which you handed to him with much thanks. Following him out the revolving glass doors, you were surprised to be met with a black Lexus CL500, a car that’s easily $95 thousands USD. The elderly man just chuckled at your astonishment, eager to get you in and on your way.

It took all of 30 minutes to get you home, a trip that usually took about an hour. Funny enough, it felt much shorter as you and the man talked almost the entire time about yourselves. It was oddly comforting and it made you pretty thrilled to be able to hold a decent conversation, something you weren’t used to when coming to and leaving work. It was also really nice having the extra 30 minutes to yourself and was actually pretty grateful for the sudden ride home. When he pulled up to the small apartment complex you were offered in the contract, you gave your last goodbyes to the man, whom you found out was named Mr. Choi. He waited for you to safely reach and enter your building before his sweet and kind smile softly fell off his lips.

He reached into his back pocket to pull out a gun, quickly attaching a silencer before approaching a large bush stationed in front of the gate leading to the complex. There was a man dressed in all balck, blending perfectly in with the night as it blanketed the entire area. Putting the tip of the silencer to the man’s head, Mr. Choi pulled the trigger before giving it a second thought. The man in hiding hit the ground with a thud, rustling the neighboring shrubs as he did so. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Mr.Choi cleaned the back splatter that got on the gun before dialing a number. It barely had a chance to ring before the man on the other end answered.

“Did she arrive safely?” Namjoon asked.

“Of course Mr. Kim. However, we did have a Night Owl here.” Mr. Choi revealed.

“However, he was eliminated without any issue. I’ve already notified the clean up crew to dispose of the body.”

“Understood. I appreciate looking out for her. Thank you Mr. Choi. I imagine this will continue for some time so please be sure to continue watching over her.” Namjoon instructed.

“Of course Mr. Kim. Have a wonderful night.”

“You as well. Thank you for your services.”

Putting the phone away, Mr. Choi walked back to the vehicle and got in without any hesitation, driving off as you proceeded with your normal nightly routine unaware of the dealings that just occurred right outside your window.

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#(but like she wasnt robbing them because she was technically part of the family and had access to the accounts she just wasnt supposed to-)

My Top Posts in 2022:

abelia + edelweiss + taro

Abelia- do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear/can't part with?

There's a set of plain silver plated rings that used to be my grandma's. It's one of the only things we have left of her. Unfortunately my fingers tend to swell and I don't really wear them because of it.

Edelweiss- how do you think of your url? What's it associated with to you?

So it's actually a funny story. Back in highschool I had discovered the teenage love of wattpad and was obsessed with this show and I made it a big part of my username. Fastforward to like Jr year and I HATED my username because it was 'cringe' so I tried to find something more mature and I had seen people have user names like teabooksnmovies or something and I LOVED it. So here we are 🤷

Taro- if someone called you right now to catch up, what're the things you'd tell them?

Hmmmmmm I dont know really. I don't find anything in my life particularly interesting... I guess I'm working 2 jobs again, uh one of the girls I was BFFs with in highschool just got married so I got to see them all again... I'm going on 2 yrs working at the hospital now too...

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I've been at home sick the last 3 days and just got Paramount, and there are a bunch of good oldies on here, but I almost wish I could queue up episodes of different shows to run. Almost like the queue on YouTube, so when one ends a different episode of a different show plays, maybe throw in a movie here or there. Almost like cable TV, but you can set it up to run whatever you like with no commercials.

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20, 28, 49 for the ask game 💐🌹🥀🌺🌷

Thank you!! You picked some serious questions, lol.

20. What/who do you miss?

... probably my cousin Spencer. We grew up together and he was pretty much my everything. Was always there for me. Our family was fighting a lot when we were younger and I moved out of state so we lost touch. He's in the military now, might even be married too!

28. How are you really?

Haha, not great! But I will be eventually.

49. What does your last text say?

It's to my mom actually:

"Coolio, headed to lunch soon."

Thank you for the asks I really enjoy them!!!

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Ehem

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My #1 post of 2022

a school subject your good with?

how many alarms do you have set?

do you shop at thrift stores?

what’s the meaning behind your url?

Oooo! Just saw this, thank you!!

1. I was always really good at math, surprisingly! I understood it quickly and it wasn't hard to learn.

2. 3, and that's on a good day, lol. The first one is to shock me awake a little early, I completely miss/ sleep through the second, and get up at the third!

3. Absolutely, I've shopped at thrift stores and garage sales my whole life! I love them so much!

4. Well whenever I had to made up a name for something, like a game, a story, kahoot, i would use a random word generator. And there was this one where you put in the name of a bunch of your favorite stuff and it mashes them together, so i put a bunch of different things that made me happy and this was the first one that i liked!

Thank you for the ask, I love love love doing these!

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Anyways I think we need to sit down and talk about the fact that c!wilbur was an isekai protagonist

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Something something Scott no longer having the crystals around his head as an indicator that he’s learned to live with his grief, instead allowing it to become a part of him, hence why his hair has the streak in it. It hasn’t gone away, likely never will, but he’s going to be ok

And that’s what’s important here, isn’t it?

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despite everything...

its still you...

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i miss the citizen memes we should bring those back they were funny

339 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I like to imagine that when the skin swap happened, everyone actually swapped bodies. Meaning that everyone was also different heights and weren’t used to moving as someone else. So scott would be struggling to figure out how to walk as a 6’6 enderman hybrid with backwards legs and ranboo would be trying to figure out how the fuck do humans walk

Meanwhile scar is trying to remember how to walk again, but the memory ends up clicking after ten minutes or so. At first, he’s overthinking it, trying to outsmart it, but eventually he just lets muscle memory take over, and then he’s running with the best of them. He’s got such a large smile on his face, and you can hear his laughter echoing across the arena. As soon as he figures out who eret swapped with, he goes up to her and just starts thanking her profusely. Thanking her for this opportunity, for this chance to run around in the grass and do all these things he didn’t think he’d be able to do again.

Meanwhile, Joel is struggling to figure out how to use his wheelchair efficiently, how to actually move around and quickly, how to do everything that comes so naturally to scar. And so of course, Scar notices. And he does his best to help. He shows joel how to turn quickly and go up on his back wheels and zoom around super quickly. He tries to apologize to joel, but joel brushes him off super quickly. He doesn’t really mind. Sure it’s a bit confusing, but he’s able to get the hang of it pretty fast! Besides, after seeing the look of joy on Scars face, he couldn’t really be upset, now could he

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I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 5

(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)

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Summary: Bruce tried to forget he had soulmate words entirely, but on the day of the Chitauri attack, he returned from his stint as the Hulk to find that his black words had turned silver. His soulmate must have watched him shift from the Other Guy into himself and said them while he was unconscious… Length: 2,159 Note: if I’d have found this chapter title before I started this, the entire story would be named Parallel Postulate, instead. Basically, Euclid’s Fifth Postulate is describing a line that falls across two other lines. It says that if the angle created by each ‘corner’ that the joins make are less than 90%, then the other two lines will eventually meet at a single point. Tony is the line that falls, and Cicely and Bruce are the two lines that will eventually meet! Tags: @starryeyes2000 @arrthurpendragon @ronearoundblindly @themaradaniels

Excerpt:

“How’s it going, Aris-Toss-All? Whatcha thinking?”

“Hulk was trying to warn you I think. The thing that set me off was finding out her stalker wasn’t a stalker at all. He was being paid to watch her, referred to a ‘them’ that had missed a payment.”

There was a minute or two delay in hearing Tony’s next response.

“All right, JARVIS is on the case, thanks to what you already told him and some enhanced directives from me. But Bruce? I think you’re going to have to really watch those videos and see what you can see. AI is one thing, but--”

“No, I agree,” Bruce sighed.

“Don’t fret. Your impulsive instinct got us the jump on the guy.”

“My existence is harmful to her, Tony.”

Chapter Five: Euclid’s Fifth Postulate

Bruce’s left side was still a bit bruised when he woke up, despite the healing factor of the Hulk. He could feel it, tender and unfamiliar, as he rolled over onto his back on the springy floor of the room Tony had built for him. It had been a long time since he had felt a true serious injury; Bruce wondered exactly how long. Years, that was for sure. All of those injuries, even the one where he’d actually shot himself, had resulted in the Other Guy taking over and his body repairing the damage. For it not to have been fully repaired by the time Bruce was back in control of himself must have meant an extensive injury.

He looked up at the ceiling above him and found the answer.

There was a circular metal collection of slabs, not quite over his head, but close. They were clustered and angled, looking a lot like something he’d seen in the science fiction show Stargate, called the Iris. There it had been used to cover up the titular gate to prevent anything from moving through it without permission. Had Tony built a shaft through his tower to this room? Had he dropped Bruce all that way?

“Dr. Banner, Sir has requested that I monitor your condition and inform him when you are prepared to speak with him over the comm. Shall I give you some more time to adjust or are you ready now?”

He was used to JARVIS, but there was something strange about hearing the AI speaking so casually here, of all places.

“Go on, but I’d like you to do a welfare check on Cicely Besnard. The information I learned that set me off directly relates to her safety.”

“Certainly, Dr. Banner.”

It stood to reason that Tony had a protocol in place to make sure that simply telling him what had brought forth the Hulk wouldn’t do it again, but Bruce remembered what it was, and that information was still relevant. At least, he hoped it was.

“If it isn’t the Jaw-y Green Giant! How much do you hate watching videos of yourself as your chartreuse creature?”

“It’s not my favorite thing, Tony. Why?”

“He was really chatty during the flight. Seemed like what he was trying to say was important, but I couldn’t figure it out.”

Bruce was genuinely surprised. He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees, frowning. “Is there audio?”

“Sure. Here, ignore the wind noise:”

He understood what Tony meant as an audio file started to play. The sound of the wind whipping was distracting, but then the Hulk started talking.

“BRUCE’S ANN. ANN DANGER. NEW ROSS HIRE NEW EMIL WATCH BRUCE’S ANN.”

He recognized some of the names, but not their context.

“Bruce?”

“Give me a few minutes!” Bruce yelled at Tony. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and added, “I’m not that angry, I just need to think, okay?” He was on edge, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose it again and Cicely would be in even more danger. Waiting to hear back from Stark’s AI was making him antsy.

“There’s clothes through a human-sized door activated by your fingerprint, light it up, will you JARVIS?”

Bruce stood and looked around until he saw a (green, of course) blinking light above a door-shaped indent in the padding of the walls. He walked over and activated the controls, opening it up to find a few outfits hanging on the wall. One of them was a t-shirt with Oscar the Grouch on it, which had Bruce laughing despite the serious moment.

“Dr. Banner? I can report that Cicely Besnard is currently at home. The man who has been seen following her around was not visible on any of the surveillance taken from her journey.”

“That’s less encouraging than it sounds, JARVIS. Someone’s hiring people to tail her, that’s what made me lose it. We need to tell her, and either move her somewhere safe or arrange for some kind of security until we can find out why. And it sure as hell better not be because of me.”

“Shall I inform Mr. Stark about this development?”

“Please.”

Bruce dressed quickly, his mind on the names that Hulk had used. He’d sounded upset, in as much as the Other Guy could have variations in demeanor. Ross was obvious, and so was Emil, for that matter, but calling them new was throwing Bruce. And ‘Ann?’ He couldn’t think of any--

Wait.

Betty had told him about a nurse who had been particularly kind to her in the hospital after his initial rampage as the Hulk. The woman had changed shifts, altered her schedule, so she could be there for Betty. That nurse’s name had been Ann.

He stumbled out of the changing room, finding the light switch and turning it off with a weak hand. Did Hulk remember that? The creature’s thought processes were primitive, he knew, but were they associative?

‘New’ Ross. ‘New’ Emil. ‘Bruce’s Ann.’ Bruce’s nurse. A bad guy called in an accomplice to watch Bruce’s nurse?

“How’s it going, Aris-Toss-All? Whatcha thinking?”

There was a minute or two delay in hearing Tony’s next response.

“No, I agree,” Bruce sighed.

“Don’t fret. Your impulsive instinct got us the jump on the guy.”

“My existence is harmful to her, Tony.”

Just saying it out loud hurt. He’d been looking forward to seeing her in person, after warning the stalker off, even though he wouldn’t have approached her. The Hulk’s determination to pass along Bruce’s message in the only way he could think of was very worrisome to Bruce. It meant that Cicely was more important to him than he’d thought she was, which was already too much.

“Seems to me it’s too late to worry about that. If there’s no way to avoid complicating her life, shouldn’t you both at least benefit from it?”

“You got an old laptop you can put on your internal network so I can watch from in here? I don’t think I’m ready to head out just yet,” Bruce asked, ignoring Tony’s question entirely.

“Man, you have no idea how tempted I am to try to set up something on one of those PlaySkool tablets. I won’t, though. I know you’re taking this seriously.”

“Yes, I am.”

Bruce had been looking through files and sorting them into various folders for about five hours when Tony showed up in his Iron Man suit with a person-sized cot, and some blankets.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bruce said, standing up and holding his hands to the small of his back like a man thirty years his senior. “Got carried away.”

“Hey, I’m the last person to chastise a good work binge. Getting any headway?”

“There are at least two of them. The guy I scared away and another man,” Bruce said grimly. “JARVIS did some background, and I’d just like to say that if I weren’t pretty sure this was about the Hulk, I’d be seriously concerned about your access to resources that cross ethics boundaries.”

He was being mild. It seemed like JARVIS had the ability to do things that if the US Government did them, they’d be hearing about UN violations for spying on its own citizens. Intellectually, he knew that private citizens were held to a lesser standard, but when it came to some of the things that he’d been involved in over the course of his life, Bruce didn’t see much difference in the kinds of people who were willing to cross those lines. That Tony Stark was one of them was concerning. It wouldn’t take much to nudge him over into the category of people whose well-meaning concepts were twisted into something horrible.

Bruce would have hoped that the things he’d read about at the Stark Expo a few years back would have taught the man something.

“Bottom line?” Tony asked.

“You’re going to need to send someone to approach her. Maybe Romanoff?” he sighed and once again pushed back the protective urgency he’d been feeling all evening.

“Why wouldn’t you be the one--”

“Okay, you’re Cicely, you recognize me as the person you said something innocuous to only for it to turn out to be a soulmark on my body. You ran away, but I’ve found you, and uh oh, here I am to warn you that someone other than me is stalking you, and it’s probably my fault. How will you react? Favorably, do you think?” Bruce shook his head.

“You watched her do research on you, Bruce. She knows you’re a scientist. The woman’s smart, she can figure out that it’s only logical that you tracked her down. It’s not like you picked her out of a list of women.” Tony flew up to the iris-looking metal door in the ceiling. “JARVIS says you still have some bruising. Should I fit this with some sort of net?”

“Focus, Tony!” Bruce said, irritated. His own comfort was far from a priority right now. “Ideally we set up someone to speak to her as she leaves for work in the morning. Whoever is tracking her was almost certainly warned that we’re onto them.”

“I can send Clint to watch the entrance now, if it would make you feel better,” Tony said, flying back down and landing near Bruce.

“It would.”

“I’ve got at least five empty apartments here, you know. The commute wouldn’t be too bad, and--”

Bruce’s frustration exploded into a tirade. “I can’t get close to this woman, Stark! Look what happened when she vaguely said something in my direction!”

“Wow, you actually do get green around the ears. I thought that was a euphemism!”

Bruce leaned over with his palms on his knees and started doing his breathing. Whether or not there was some kind of genetic imperative to caring for and/or protecting one’s soulmate, he felt responsible for the woman’s safety. She’d come into contact with him, and shortly afterwards, she’d become a target. Tony’s insistence that he remain involved with trying to get her into a safer situation was quite literally driving him insane.

“I’d kick you out of the tower to put her in instead but you’re kind of the one guy who should stick around,” Tony pointed out.

“We neutralize the threat, let her get on with her life. It’s that simple,” Bruce said.

“That’s right up there with ‘create world peace, everyone is happy,’ but okay.” Tony was hovering over Bruce in a way that would look nonchalant except for the way he lifted higher every time Bruce looked up at him. “I’ll send Clint to watch out for her overnight, and in the morning, Nat will drop by for a friendly chat. She’s good at undercover bullshit. Maybe something like a routine sweep of suspicious persons caught two men that had been subsequently seen on surveillance footage following her.”

Bruce let out a breath. “That could work,” he allowed. “Especially if Natasha questions her gently about whether she knows the guys. It could come across like a sting on them, not an operation to protect her.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” Tony asked, sounding entirely too excited at the prospect.

“I already know about the book Go The Fuck To Sleep, Tony, but nice try,” Bruce laughed.

“Damn. I bought it to swap out for one of the books Cap takes to Children’s to read to the sick kids every month, but it turns out he actually does his due diligence and checks the books before he leaves. Knew it was me, too,” Tony lamented.

“Get out of here before your soulmate blames me for your absence. Good night,” Bruce ordered.

“Yes, Dad,” Tony said.

“Wow, no snarky nickname?” Bruce couldn’t resist.

“All I came up with on the fly was ‘Father Throws Best,’” Tony shrugged.

Next chapter, Bruce does his best not to get attached as he seeks to make life better for his soulmate-- but comes to the realization that his life got better after the attack on New York.

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could-have-beens · 4 years ago

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miss maam,,, could i ask for some gin n tonic headcanons of yours??? could be from tlocc or just in general. i just love the way you capture and portray their dynamics haha

im prev anon (about gin n tonic) i just realized i didnt know your pronouns!!! sorry that i presumed it!! aaa so sorry about the miss maam part

Thank you so much! I'm happy to hear you like their dynamic in TLOCC! Ginny and Tom's relationship is such a joy to write, and it means a lot that you enjoy reading about them. And no worries, I use she/her 😊

As for headcanons, that's pretty much most of the fic. Why and how Tom opened the Chamber, his dynamic with the other students, how his fear of death began, Ginny dealing with the aftermath of COS, what her interactions with the diary was like, to name a few.

Here are some other headcanons I haven't had the chance to include in TLOCC:

Ginny is a foot shorter than Tom. It was the first thing she noticed about him. Height difference, my beloved ❤️

She's also the shortest person in their year. When Tom found out she was actually older than him, he almost made a joke about her height

But he didn't, because he knew she'd immediately retaliate and roast him without hesitation. While he doesn't mind how tall he is, he can't stand it when people point it out. No, he's not insecure, what the hell are you talking about

Ginny knows more about Tom than she realizes. The diary was honest with her about the little things, like his favorite drink, his fondness for Transfiguration, how much he dislikes the cold, stuff like that. But after everything that went down in COS, Ginny naturally assumed everything the diary told her was a lie and tried to forget about it. For her, Tom's most humanizing moments are seeing those half-forgotten details with her own eyes

Tom covers up his accent by imitating Alphard's. No one knows this but Margot, who only noticed it when she became seatmates with Alphard

Tom dislikes Quidditch, but he likes flying. If it wasn't for Abraxas, Tom would have tried out, if only to see if he was any good at it

Ginny and the diary bonded over their love of flying (and inability to afford their own broom) and magical creatures

Her experience with the diary made her resistant to Legilimency and the Imperius Curse. If you pit her against a more experienced wizard than Tom, she'd have a harder time fighting them, but it's not unlikely she'll be able to throw them off with enough practice

Tom is a natural Legilimens. Not like Queenie in FB (which isn't how I imagine Legilimency at all btw), but in that he's more sensitive to what people are thinking/feeling. It's why he's able to learn how to read people's minds relatively quickly, and why he reacts to Ginny the way he does when they first met

He's surprisingly good with animals, but only with snakes and magical creatures. Ginny strongly suspects Fawkes likes him better than her, and it irks her to no end

Their duel in the Chamber is Tom's first actual duel. The closest he'd ever come to dueling is his practice runs with Margot

He hasn't found his fighting style yet, so he just throws every spell he knows while trying to imitate Dumbledore, Ginny, and other people he admires looks up to tolerates

Remember the whole love triangle story Tom came up with? He got the idea from Margot, who made an offhand joke about Alphard possibly liking Ginny because he stared at her so much after they met. Tom encouraged the idea primarily to mess with Alphard, not Ginny.

Because Tom knows Alphard isn't romantically interested in her. He knows that. But Walburga? Abraxas? Briseis? They sure don't, and Tom knows Alphard isn't going to tell them. Joke's on him though, because look how that turned out

What Tom finds most frustrating about Ginny is how oblivious she is to the impact she has, how little she cares about the image she projects. On the flipside, his hyperawareness about his image, how much he cares about the impact he has on people, is what Ginny hates most about him (besides the whole, you know, Voldemort thing)

Not saying this is going to happen in the story, but assuming they're all alive and getting along post-Hogwarts (aka fics of my fic that I'll never write lol):

Tom briefly works for Borgin and Burkes. Ginny, jobless and not sure what to do with herself, goes and bugs him during his shifts. He pretends to hate it

She never calls him Tom, but she called him Thomas for a whole month, in retaliation for that one time he tried to call her Ginevra

He'll never admit it on the pain of death, but Tom goes to Dumbledore for Ginny-related advice

Ginny and Alphard meet up and get drunk every other weekend, with Tom tagging along as the designated sober friend (boyfriend? chaperone? Alphard knows better than to ask whatever the hell is going on with Ginny and Tom)

At some point, Alphard complains about his family's matchmaking attempts and half-seriously goes fuck it, I'm gonna travel the world to get them off my back. Ginny points out that it won't solve anything, they're still going to badger him about getting married. Alphard, drunk out of his mind, realizes that yes, you're right, we should get married right now, that'll show 'em. Ginny, also drunk out of her mind, agrees. Tom, wishing he was drunk out of his mind, is too busy fuming to convincingly talk them out of it

"What do you mean this is a bad idea? Name one good reason why we shouldn't — why're you twitching?"

Eventually, Ginny remembers that she's supposed to be a half-blood, and that the Blacks would rather have their line die out than marry anyone who wasn't pure-blood. Tom is livid that this, THIS is what stops her from Apparating with Alphard to the altar

Ginny and Alphard laugh about the whole thing the next day. Tom doesn't talk to them for a week

Alphard ends up going on his world tour and signs his letters to Ginny with stuff like "to my dearest bride" "from your handsome fiancee." Tom threatens to murder him every time

The last letter Alphard ever sends to Ginny is signed "my beloved widow"

Ginny also decides to travel, but not with Tom or Alphard or anyone. She checks in on them regularly, sends them souvenirs, but she never asks them to go with her. Tom isn't bitter about it, of course not, why would you even suggest —

Dumbledore insists on monthly family dinners with Ginny, Tom, and Aberforth. It's the most mortifying thing, but Ginny grows to love it, as much as she acts otherwise. Tom has . . . conflicted feelings about it all

Ginny goes to therapy. Tom also goes to therapy. They all go to therapy

#so sorry this is late!#and I'm so sorry this ended up being so long hahahaha #as you can see I have a lot of Thoughts about these two #especially what they'd be like post-Hogwarts #if I could skip years of plot and character development I would happily write all the slice-of-life fics I've always wanted but never read #anonymous #gin n tonic #tom x ginny #fic: the law of complementary colors

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mmilkbreadd · 4 years ago

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Chapter twenty five: “The End”

Masterpost - Prev.

Warning(s): a bit of swearing ; post-timeskip manga spoilers!!

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Or aka, ‘The Sakusa Kiyoomi Theory’

Act One: “Who is Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Saturday, 6:23 am, “y/n's home”

“You're late,” said y/n with crossed arms, she was already waiting for him at the door of her house. “I hope this doesn't become routine.”

It was already morning in the streets of Paris. Tendou Satori and her neighbor (and best friend), y/n l/n, were walking towards their famous bakery and chocolate shop, ‘Sweet Strawberries.’ It was a small place with a few tables to sit for tea and delicious things to eat. Also, although it was small, it was quite crowded.

“Woah, how angry you are today, little baker... More than usual, actually” y/n shook her head at her friend's comment. “But obviously I already know why, and it seems that you know why too.”

Y/n decided to ignore what Satori had said, and keep walking quite ahead of him. It was still an hour before the store opened, but they already had several orders that were due to deliver around nine in the morning. A three-tier wedding cake, forty heart-shaped chocolates for the anniversary of a married couple, and of course, the strawberry cake for someone named Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Around a quarter to seven, they arrived at the bakery, and they got down to work to get all the orders completed on time.

Tendou was more dedicated to the chocolate part, of course, and to serve customers. Despite y/n had advanced a lot in terms of her social skills, she still needed to learn a little about how to communicate normally with a person.

“That 'Sakusa Kiyoomi' has a Japanese name, do you think he is too?” y/n asked, wiping flour from her hands.

“I don't know, they could be. But doesn't that name sound too familiar to you?” Satori replied.

“That's exactly what I was thinking!”

“Weird.”

“Yeah... Anyway, the customer asked not to make the chocolate so bitter so add more milk to that please.”

“Yes, boss!” Satori made a military signal and continued his work.

Act Two: “Pretending to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

8:39 am, “Paris” (?)

Bokuto Koutarou, along with Miya Atsumu and Hinata Shoyo were lost in Paris. They had circled the Eiffel Tower at least five times. But it seemed they hadn't realized it yet.

They were more lost than Bokuto studying math. But a simple city would not defeat them so easily... would it?

“Maybe we should have brought Sakusa,” Hinata said after round number six.

“And hear him complain about how dirty everything is? No thanks,” Atsumu Miya replied, shaking his head. “We don't need Omi-Omi. I, Miya Atsumu, am enough to know where we are.”

Atsumu put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. Bokuto and Hinata looked around, ignoring the enormous tower behind them, wondering where they were.

“And where are we then?”

“Paris, of course” he replied. “I can’t believe you’re seriously asking that, Shoyo.”

Hinata and Bokuto looked at each other, unable to believe what their teammate was saying.

“Sure…” Bokuto said, getting his phone out of his pocket. It was time to be the serious person of the trio. “Akaashi, we got lost” and that time was now over. Koutarou was crying as he spoke to his friend, who was on another continent. “No, I can't stop crying, Akaashi. I swear I was following the steps you wrote on the map so we wouldn't get lost, but Atsumu wanted to take the lead, so he broke the instructions, and we don’t know where we are. It's all his fault...! No, Sakusa has not come either.”

“Hey! It wasn't my fault,” the dyed blonde complained, crossing his arms. “And we never needed Omi-Omi!”

“Okay, Akaashi, I'll do it. Bye, love you… As a bro of course” Bokuto finished saying and hung up. “He told me I have to call Tendou. Is the only way.”

Hinata started shaking his head from side to side, while Atsumu slapped his forehead with his hand. Then a message came from Keiji; It was the number of Tendou Satori himself. Bokuto started dialing the numbers that appeared on the screen of his phone, on Hinata's.

“Wait wait, shouldn't I speak? He might recognize your voice” Hinata said, awkwardly taking the phone from Bokuto's hands.

“He would also recognize yours, Shoyo. I'll do it.” Atsumu snatched the device from him and pressed the call button. “Hello, sir, what’s up? I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, could you help me get to your store? I'm a bit lost... How did I get your number you ask? Eh– It's on your website dude! You should delete it, some people pretend to be someone else and you should not fall for that...”

Act Three: “If Sakusa Kiyoomi was real, we should have brought him.”

10:04 am, “Sweet Strawberries Bakery and Chocolate Shop”

“I can't believe it took us almost two hours to get here! It wasn't even that far from the hotel” Hinata said looking towards the building that was a few meters in front of them.

“Six blocks. Can’t believe it either.” Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow. “And now that? Are we going in or not?”

Bokuto went pale. He was going to see you, after so many years without communicating or having exchanged glances. He never imagined that he would see you again after that cold day in Miyagi. He had made a thousand scenarios in his head of how you two meet again: in some distant future you visit your hometown and he visits Hinata, and thus you meet in the park or on the street. You would have your own family, and he would have his. But that would happen in many years, not now. Not at this moment, when neither of you had grown enough... When he hadn't managed to forget you yet. But these weren't Koutarou's inventions, this was reality.

The incredible and stupid reality.

“I don't want to go in,” Bokuto said suddenly and stopped walking. “I’m not ready.”

Atsumu, who was already one step away from the door, turned to see him. Hinata collided with Miya's chest because he was walking right behind him.

“What are you talking about? Let's go in now” Atsumu said walking towards the ex-owl. “We didn't change the whole tour just so you don't go see your little girlfriend… We change it so you do! Don't be scared, do it now or you'll regret it for life. I remember how you talked about her during practice, and I even want to meet her after that! Come on dude, use the little braveness you have left.”

It seemed that Atsumu's words, or Hinata's smile next to him, made Bokuto take courage and head towards the entrance of the shop.

A bell rang before three pairs of feet echoed through the small place. There was a great smell of chocolate that invaded every inch of the establishment. Hinata paced around the place until the sound of a door opening made the three teammates turn their heads to where the sound was coming from.

“Welcome, what can I offer-- So all of you are Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh?” Satori Tendou said, coming out of the back-room. “You see guys, I never believed this would happen. It makes me think a lot too… So, is Sakusa Kiyoomi even real?”

Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto were paralyzed in place for several seconds. The former Shiratorizawa monster stood with his hands on his hips, staring at them.

“Is it Sakusa Kiyoomi? Tell him I'm coming in a minute!” y/n yelled from the back room.

“Oh no, y/n, it’s someone much better!” Tendou replied, holding back his laughter. “You won't believe it even if you see this!”

Then, silence took over the place until a few quick steps interrupted it. A figure appeared through the door, with several boxes in their hands. A pile of boxes so big it covered their face.

“Help me, Satori, I'm going to fall” y/n complained, and after Tendou took out the boxes that covered her view, she saw her friend smiling widely. “What?”

Satori, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore, gestured with his head towards the three statues in the middle of the place. And finally, seeing her friend's face, he started to laugh out loud.

“Kou?”

“A-and Hinata!” shouted Bokuto nervously. Shoyo looked at him and then pointed at Atsumu.

“And also Atsumu!”

“And Saku– shit, we should have brought Omi-Omi after all…”

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Note: I am very very very very sorry for not posting this sooner, but I had thousand of things going on in my life. Now I’m better and ready to finish this beautiful, and crazy, love-story.

I hope you loved it as much as I did. I truly enjoyed it writing, and I’m happy to finish it too.

I’ll appreciate it a lot if you comment down below what you thought about the series. I’ll read you later -Tina.

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Thanks for reading🥰

#bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto smau #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smau #atsumu #sakusa #hinata

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 5 years ago

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Lockscreens (ch. 11)

tw: insecurities, mentions of dark thoughts, feelings of unbelonging, implicit sex, mentions of cheating (no actual cheating just thinking about it)

Word count: 4.8k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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ch. 11: Quality Time

“You’re Daddy’s friend!”

“Yes, baby. This is Bokuto. He’s Mommy and Daddy’s friend okay?” Hikori nodded, fingers reaching towards Bokuto’s head. “Don’t do that, Hiki.”

“But he let me do it last time!”

(Name) raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t known that Bokuto and Hikori had met let alone interacted. “Ask Kou-san first though, okay?”

Hikori’s lip jutted out in a pout before he nodded. “Yes Mama.” He looked up at Bokuto. “Can I touch your hair, Kou-san?”

“Sure thing buddy.” Bokuto scooped Hikori up, holding him against his chest so that Hikori could play with the dual-toned locks. A pang shot through his heart. Would this have been a common occurrence if he’d stayed?

(Name) watched with a heavy-hearted expression before she shook her head. “How was daycare today, Hiki?”

“Good!” He chirped. “Aiko and I coloured.”

“Aw, that’s nice,” (Name) smiled.

“Who’s Aiko?” Bokuto asked, feeling Hikori let go of his hair.

“Konoha’s daughter,” (Name) replied. Bokuto’s brow furrowed slightly. They were close to Konoha? Did everyone know except for him? “What do you wanna do today, Hiki? Do you wanna go to the park today?”

“Yes please, Mama!” Hikori put his arms out, reaching for his mother. “Mama hold me!”

(Name) giggled, taking her son into her arms. She glanced over at Bokuto who was barely hiding his disappointment. “Did you drive, Kou?”

“Yeah I did.”

“Hmm, drive to your place, and we’ll go to a park nearby yours, ok?” She offers. His expression brightens as he nods. “Text me the address and I’ll meet you there.” (Name) gently holds Hikori’s hand, leading him to her car.

“Mama?”

“Yes Hiki?”

“Who is Kou-san?”

(Name) looks into her rearview mirror, eyeing her son as her expression falters slightly. Those golden pools shone brightly with innocence as they reflected the sun.

Who was Bokuto to her? To Kuroo? An ex-boyfriend? An ex-best friend? By all virtues, they had never officially ended their relationship and she had simply moved on.

She swallowed, grasping the steering wheel harder. “Kou-san?”

“Mmhm!” He gave her a lopsided grin, fists clenching with excitement as he wiggled in his booster seat.

She hesitated. (Name) and Kuroo had agreed to hold off on explaining to Hikori who Bokuto was to him, but how was she to answer this question now? She desperately regretted not talking to Kuroo and agreeing on something.

“Back in high-school, Bokuto was close friends with me and your father,” she replied finally. “We went to college together too.”

“Why hasn’t he been around sooner?” Hikori tilted his head, fists opening and closing rapidly.

“Do you remember Daddy’s job?”

“With the volleyball team?” Hikori perked up, nodding. His father had brought him a Black Jackal mascot plushie with a jersey on it - ironically one with the Number 12 on it though she wasn’t sure whether or not it was intentional on Kuroo’s part.

“Well, Kou-san plays on that team.” She carefully turned, braking as they approached a stop-light. Her heart clenched with pain as she fought to keep her voice steady. “He moved to Osaka many years ago and hasn’t been back since. That’s why you haven’t met him yet, baby.”

“Oh okay!” Hikori nodded, satisfied with his mother’s answers. “Do you think he could show me how to play volleyball?”

“Of course, bubba. Just ask him, okay?”

As she pulled up into the complex, (Name) took one last steadying breath. For their son’s sake, she would make this work. Or at least put in the best effort to do so.

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“Wow, you’re pretty good at this ‘Kori!” Bokuto beamed, pride swelling in his chest as he watched his son serve.

“Thank you Kou-san!” Hikori chirped, grinning. Bokuto’s heart stuttered. Hikori really was his mother’s son. That toothy grin looked exactly like (Name)’s. He spared a glance at his ex-girlfriend who was sitting at the park bench, watching them play. “Aki-san and Iwa-san taught me!”

Bokuto’s attention was drawn back to Hikori as he watched him bounce the ball a few times in preparation for another serve. “Is that so?”

Hikori nodded eagerly. “When Mama and Aya-san are too busy, Iwa-san sometimes takes me and Aiko to the courts and teaches us how to play.”

“Who’s Aya-san?”

“Aiko’s mama and Mama’s best friend.”

“I see.” Bokuto steps forward, holding a hand out to Hikori. “Do you wanna learn how to do a jump-serve?”

Hikori’s golden eyes brightened as he looked up at Bokuto, nodding vehemently. “That’d be so cool! Iwa-san promised he’d teach me, but he said that I was too little to do it.”

Bokuto shook his head, grinning proudly. “Don’t worry, ‘Kori! I’ll teach ya.”

Silently, a battle raged within Bokuto. Not only had he lost the love of his life, he’d also lost the opportunity to raise their son with her. Huh. Their son. It was still an odd thought that he couldn’t wrap his head around.

(Name) had knowingly let him leave for the Jackals even though she was pregnant with their son and Bokuto couldn’t figure out whether that was selfish on her part, or on his.

On one hand, he’d had the opportunity to go pro, and though he missed her constantly, he wouldn’t give up his career for anything. On the other hand, other guys were teaching his son how to play volleyball. Something that he’d always dreamed of doing.

“That’s it Rin!” Bokuto grinned, watching as Rin received the ball perfectly. “Let’s take a break now and then I’ll show you how to serve, okay?” Bokuto promised with Rin nodding eagerly.

“Okay Kou-san!” Rin ran towards his sister who was reading beside (Name), boasting about what he had accomplished.

Bokuto came up and took a seat besides (Name), who handed him a water bottle and a towel. He chuckled, what a manager, he thought fondly as he drank the water. “You look like you’re having a ton of fun, Kou,” she laughed, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

He grinned, nosing her cheek. “I am!” He plops down beside her, throwing a sweaty arm over her shoulder. Besides wrinkling her nose at his sweat, she just leans into his form. “I can’t wait to teach my kids how to play. Do you think they’ll wanna be a wing-spiker too?”

(Name) giggled, patting his thigh. “I’m sure at least one of them will.”

“At least one?” Bokuto perked up, glancing down at her as she fiddled with the cap on his bottle.

“Well, yeah. I’m sure you’d be an excellent father, Kou, and I wouldn’t mind having kids with you. Maybe one boy, one girl?”

He leaned forward, peppering kisses all over her face. “That’d be fantastic,” he breathed, leaning his forehead against the side of hers. “I can’t convince you to have an entire volleyball team worth of kids, can I?” he teased.

She pushed his face away, face burning at the mere idea and she was grateful for Rin. “Kou-san, let’s play!” Rin interrupted, crossing his arms as he stood in front of the couple. “Stop being gross with (Nickname)-san!”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming!” Bokuto chuckled, standing up and ruffling Rin’s hair. As he made his way back to the makeshift net, he couldn’t help the final glance back to his girlfriend. Bokuto pointed at Rin, the volleyball, and then (Name) mouthing, “Our kids will be amazing at volleyball.” Laughing, she threw him a thumbs-up, nodding fondly. Yes, yes they will be.

Bokuto shook his head, looking back down at Hikori. The past was in the past. All he had now was to look forward to the future.

“Can we get ice cream, Kou-san?”

“Huh?” He looked down at Hikori who had caught the ball. He smiled, ruffling his spiky hair. “We’ll have to ask your mom if that’s okay.”

Hikori beamed, sprinting towards (Name). “Mama!”

She looked up from her laptop at her son, giving him a gentle smile. “What’s up, Hiki? Did you have fun with Kou-san?”

Hikori nodded excitedly, grabbing her hand slightly. “Can we go get ice cream?”

(Name) hesitated for a moment, checking her wrist before nodding. “Of course, Hiki. But don’t forget, we have to be home before Dad, okay?” He fist-pumps, nodding. She looked up at Bokuto who had come to stand beside her. “Know any good ice cream parlours around here?”

“Where are we going?” (Name) giggled, squeezing Bokuto’s hand. It was their first ever date.

“It’s a surprise!” He replied, grinning down at her. “Here we are!” They stop in front of an American-style vintage, the bright red contrasting sharply with the black and white checkers of the ground. Bokuto escorts her to one of the booths, letting her slide into the vinyl seat before sitting in the opposite seat.

“Wow, Kou, this place is so nice!” Her eyes widened as she took in the scenery.

“Welcome! Have you two been here before?”

They looked up to the waiter, (Name)’s eyes sparkling as she shook her head. “I haven’t, this is my first time.”

Bokuto smiled, playing with her fingers. “Awesome, well welcome! What can I get started for ya?”

“Can I get a birthday cake milkshake?” (Name) grinned.

“You most certainly can. And for you, sir?”

“Can I get a banana split please?”

“Got it, I’ll have that out for you in just a second.” The waiter left, leaving the couple to their own devices.

Bokuto stared awkwardly at her, playing with his fingers as he struggled to make conversation. Why was it so hard? They’ve been friends for so many years now. He opened his mouth, sucking in air to say something only to snap his mouth shut again.

“You’re acting so silly, Kou,” (Name) snorted. “It’s just me! Y’know, your best friend since first year?”

“I know but it’s different now!” He argued, crossing his arms as his bottom lip jutted out.

“Why? Because you decided to change the title from best friend to girlfriend?” Her expression softens. “Kou, it doesn’t change our relationship much. I mean, sure we can kiss and stuff now, but we’ve always held hands. We’ve always called each other late at night. We’ve always cuddled when we watch movies or stuff.” Her hands extend, gently pulling his clasped hands apart and holding them in hers. “You’re my best friend before you’re my boyfriend, Kou.”

“And here they are!” The waiter chose this time to return, placing the banana split between them and placing the milkshake in front of (Name). “Is there anything else I can help ya with today?”

“No, we’re fine,” (Name) smiled up at him. He nods at them before disappearing back behind the counter. She brings the milkshake closer to herself, taking a sip. Looking up, she sees Bokuto staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. “What is it?”

His cheeks glowed bright red as he shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just,” he shrugged, “you’re my best friend first too, (Nickname). Thanks for giving me a chance.”

She giggled, shaking her head now. “There’s nothing to thank there, Kou. I’m happy to see where this takes us.” Taking another sip, she grins. “This is so good!”

“Right?!” He perked up, scooping a bit of everything into his spoon. He carefully sliced a bit of the strawberry, chocolate, vanilla with the banana and various syrups into his spoon before bringing it to her lips.

(Name) opens her mouth slightly, only for Bokuto to panic and swipe the ice cream across her cheek. Her eyes widened as she stared between Bokuto, the spoon, and the banana split. They burst into laughter, the tension dispelled. Bokuto sighed, cheeks darkening. Opening his mouth to apologise, he was interrupted by (Name) swiping her finger into the whipped cream and dabbing it onto his nose.

“There! Now we’re even,” she grinned.

Bokuto threw his head back, laughing heartily. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Still the same flavour, (Nickname)?” Bokuto teased as she placed her order at the counter.

“Nothing wrong with getting a classic!” She retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. Bokuto chuckled as they watched Hikori choose his flavours.

“Mama?”

“Yes Hiki?”

“Can I please get sprinkles with mine?”

She gave him a fond smile, ruffling his hair. “Only this once. You aren’t allowed too many sweets, but since Kou-san is here, I’ll let it slide.”

Hikori mirrored her smile, though his was missing a tooth here and there. “You’re the best Mama!”

“I’m your only Mama,” (Name) chuckled, bending down and nuzzling into her son’s cheek.

“That’s why you’re the bestest one there is!”

Bokuto paid for their ice cream, handing Hikori’s cup to the child. “C’mon, let’s go sit down, yeah?”

They found themselves in the same booth that they always did back then. “God, I haven’t been here in years,” (Name) admitted, sipping her milkshake with a loud slurp. “I forgot how much I missed this.”

“Yeah.” Bokuto breathed out.

A comfortable silence settled over the two adults, nostalgia filling them as they reminisced on what was and what could have been. Beside Bokuto, Hikori was messily eating his ice cream. “Oh bubba, use a napkin.” (Name) pulled out some napkins, leaning forward to wipe Hikori’s cheeks of the ice cream.

“Thank you Mama.”

As they continued eating, he couldn’t help but to let his golden eyes trail over (Name). She looked so...happy. And healthy. Much happier than he ever remembered seeing her. The dimples of her eyes had the faintest trace of crows’ feet, probably from smiling too much. It was rare to see her without a smile, after all.

Looking behind (Name)’s head, he spotted a couple with their young daughter, also enjoying their ice cream. His heart clenched as the husband fed his wife a spoonful of his ice cream before they both turned to dote on their child.

He continued to zone out as they threw their trash away, making the walk back to Bokuto’s apartment where she had parked her car.

“This was nice,” (Name) looked over at Bokuto after she had helped Hikori into her car.

“Yeah.” He kicked the ground, staring at his feet.

“Hey, Kou?”

His heart drummed louder in his chest, head shooting up to meet her eyes. “Yes?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be around more.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “You have every right to get to know your son.”

His eyes brightened. “Really?” (Name) nods, giving him a soft smile. He wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her and swinging her around causing her to squeal. As he puts her down, he buries his face into her neck, taking in the all-too familiar scent. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” he breathed.

****

“Are we still on for the play-date?” She heard Aya asked. The phone was on speaker as (Name) made dinner.

“Oh shoot,” (Name) groaned. “I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Do you think you could handle them both?”

Aya laughed, “girl, wasn’t Bokuto supposed to come or something? I’m sure the two of us can wrangle the little rascals.”

“Ah right.” (Name) face-palmed. She’d forgotten that she had invited Bokuto to Hikori and Aiko’s playdate tomorrow. “Yes, that should be fine.”

“What should be fine?” Kuroo came from behind her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Hey darling.”

“Heya handsome.”

“Alright, I’ll see you love-birds in a few weeks for Hiki’s birthday. See you at work tomorrow, dear!”

“See you, Aya.”

“Bye, Aya! Nice talking to ya,” Kuroo chuckled. The phone beeped as Aya hung up. He went around, tasting the zosui. “Mmhm, delicious as always, darling.” He stirred the rice-based soup, eyeing the mackerel in it excitedly.

“I’m sure if I didn’t know how to cook, I wouldn’t have been able to keep you,” (Name) joked, pushing him away. “Go set the table and get Hiki ready for dinner, will you?”

Kuroo wrapped his arms around her, capturing his lips with hers. “Only after you tell me what Aya wanted.”

(Name) rolled her eyes, tasting the steamed vegetables. “Hiki and Aiko have a play-date tomorrow, but I forgot I had that doctor’s appointment. Bokuto was supposed to come anyways, so she said it was fine if it was Bokuto and Hiki that went.”

“I see.” The ghost of a frown graced Kuroo’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Kuroo shrugged, shaking his head. “Nothing. I’ll go get Hiki.”

He relinquished his grip on her, making his way towards the living room only for her to grab the bottom of his shirt. “Hey.” Kuroo turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “I’m your wife.”

He gave her a forced smile, tilting his head. “Obviously.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be silly. I’m your best friend and your wife. So you know that I know when you’re upset. And if we can’t talk to each other, we’re going to have some serious problems. So what’s going on in that head of yours?” (Name) stepped closer, wrapping her arms around her husband. “Talk to me.” She pressed a dainty kiss behind his ear.

Kuroo sighed, letting his hands settle on her hips. “You and Bokuto are hanging out again, huh?”

“Tetsu…”

He held a hand up, fingers brushing against her cheek. “I know it’s because of Hiki, and I know I don’t have a right to be jealous-”

“Don’t say that. You have every right to be jealous.” She blinked at him through guilty eyes. “I’m sorry for not talking to you about it beforehand. I should have communicated better with you.”

Kuroo chuckled, “just like how I should have communicated my worries to you.”

They stood together in silence for a few moments longer before Hikori came barreling into the kitchen. “Daddy!”

“Hey there kiddo!” Kuroo grinned. Hikori launched himself into Kuroo’s arms, causing Kuroo to stumble back at the sheer force of it. “Geez, you’re getting big now, aren’t you?” (Name) smiled as she watched her husband and son interact before turning back to her cooking. These past four years had been the happiest she’s ever been before. There was no way she’d let anything come in between her and Kuroo, let alone threaten his relationship with their son.

****

“Let’s go!” Bokuto cheered, beaming down at his son. He had picked up Aya, Hikori, and Aiko from Aya’s work-place. They really were fortunate to have an on-site daycare. He eyes the women, recognising her. “You’re Konoha’s wife!”

Aya rolled her eyes, “yes, I’m Konoha Aya. Pleasure to meet you, Bokuto. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from my husband.” Bokuto’s expression faltered at her eyes - they were cold in comparison to her voice. “Hiki, Ai, where do you two wanna go today?”

“Can we go to the park, Mama?” Aiko pleaded, fingers interlocked behind her back as she looked up with wide blue eyes.

“We most certainly can, sweetheart.” She ruffled Aiko’s hair. “But first, what do you two want for lunch?”

Hikori bounced on the balls of his feet, looking between Aiko and the adults. “Can we get Maccas?”

Aya smiled fondly at Hikori. “Only this once, ok?” She crouched down, placing her finger on her lips, “Your mom would kill me if she knew so it’ll be our little secret.”

“Okay Aya-san!”

The kids walked in front of them, intertwined hands swinging as they chatted. Aya walked beside the tall male. Bokuto’s heart skipped a beat as he watched his son.

He bounced on the balls of his feet as he anxiously waited on her door-step. “Oh, hello Bokuto-kun. Are you here for (Name)?”

Bokuto nodded, smiling up at her mother. “Hello, (L.Name)-san. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing very well. Please, come in. (Name)’s just about finished getting ready.” Her mother stepped aside, letting the male step into the living room as a mischievous smile made its way onto her face. “In the meantime…” She guided him to the couch, gently pushing him to take a seat while pulling out a leather-bound book. “Would you like to see some photos of (Name) as a child?”

He grinned, nodding his head eagerly. “That’d be fantastic.” She hands him the book, patting his head before heading back to the kitchen with a wink.

Bokuto hummed, opening the book to the very first page to baby photos of his precious girlfriend. He cooed, comparing the photo of her on his lockscreen to her in the album as the years progressed. He flipped the page, finding photos of (Name) as a young school-girl. His golden eyes scanned down the page, his heart filling with warmth until he noticed the one at the very bottom. There were two children in the photo, their backs to the camera as they held hands walking down the street. There was no mistaking it. It was (Name) and Kuroo.

Bokuto’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, thinking about how close they were to one another. After all, they were childhood friends if he remembered correctly.

A call of his name shook him out of his reverie, snapping the book shut to greet (e/c) eyes as (Name) was pulling on her jacket by the doorway. “Ready to go?” She asked, beaming.

He put the book to the side, forgetting everything except the girl in front of him. “Let’s go, baby.”

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. “What did you mean by that? Why would (Name) be upset with you?”

Aya chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing serious. Ever since Hikori was born, she’s really tried to focus on ensuring that he’s following a nutritious diet.”

“Kou!”

Bokuto flinched, shoulders hunched forward as he looked up at his girlfriend before swallowing the mouthful of fries. “Yes, baby?”

“Are you eating McDonalds again?!” She frowned. “That’s the third time this week!” It was a Wednesday during their midterms week in their second year of college. (Name) had been busy at her internship and returned around 10 PM to find Bokuto lounging on the couch, his laptop on his stomach as he watched some show and bags of McDonalds at his side.

“I was hungry and lazy.” He shrugged. “It isn’t that bad.”

The corner of her mouth twitched before she pinched her nose with a long sigh. “Kou.” He flinched again, heart dropping at the weight of disappointment in her tone. “I love you very very, much. And it’s because I love you that I don’t want you to neglect taking care of yourself.” Her (e/c) orbs pierced his golden ones. “I will help you meal-prep if that’s what it takes, but you absolutely cannot be destroying your body by feeding it junk food. How are you going to be a professional player like this?”

He frowned, head hanging slightly. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered.

Her expression softened. “Let’s make something together, ok? Tomorrow. I’m off and we can just have a casual meal-prep session in the kitchen. How does that sound?” She leaned down, wrapping her arms around his shoulders before pressing her lips to his forehead.

“Sounds perfect, baby.”

He zoned back in, looking at Aya who hadn’t noticed his distracted expression. “She doesn’t mind if the kiddos get Maccas every once in a while, but I still like to treat them as much as possible. They’re kids, y’know? They should be able to live their life.”

“Is Hikori happy?” Bokuto’s eyebrows furrowed, chewing on his bottom lip. He wasn’t sure what answer he wanted to hear. Did he want to hear that his son was happy without his existence? Or did he want to hear that his son felt disconnected from his ‘father’ Kuroo and longed from someone else?

Aya threw her head back in laughter before she gazed at the two children with such warm kindness that Bokuto’s heart stuttered. “That is one of the happiest, most loved kids I know, Bokuto. (Name)’s heart would absolutely shatter if Hiki wasn’t.”

A weight dropped into his stomach as his gaze fell on his laughing son as Hikori swung his and Aiko’s intertwined hands higher and higher. “Yeah.” Bokuto muttered. “I know it would.”

*****

“C’mon, ‘Kori, it’s time to get you home.”

“Aww, do we have to Kou-san?” Hikori’s golden eyes shimmered as his bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “Can’t we play longer?”

Bokuto chuckled, ruffling Hikori’s hair and glancing over at Aya. “Sorry little man, we gotta get you home to your mom and dad.”

Aya squats down, opening her arms out in a hug. “It’s okay Hiki! You’ll see Aiko at daycare tomorrow, remember? You can play with each other then!”

Hikori gave her a hug, still pouting slightly before nodding. “Okay, Aya-san.”

Aya ruffled his hair, “that’s a good boy. Bye, Bokuto. We’ll see you sometime.” With one final wave, Aya and Aiko walked off towards her car.

“Did you have fun today, ‘Kori?” Bokuto asked, glancing in the rearview mirror as he drove his son home. Bokuto gulps.

His home.

The one he used to share with the person he wanted to call his wife.

The person who ended up mothering his kid without him.

“Yep! Thanks for coming, Kou-san.” Hikori kicked his legs, sat in the extra booster seat that (Name) had given him.

Since you’ll be around more, you might as well have one too, she had said.

Bokuto chuckled. “Of course, ‘Kori. Do you like hanging out with Aiko-chan?”

Hikori grinned, nodding. “She’s very pretty. Like a princess!”

“Is that so?” Bokuto smiled, amused. So his son had puppy love? “Did you tell her that?”

“All the time. Mama said the way to a woman’s heart is by being honest and truthful with her.”

His lip twitched, wanting to frown but Bokuto held it still. He gave Hikori a small smile. “Your mother is absolutely right. So make sure you’re always honest to the people you love, ok?”

They pulled up along the curb outside the all-too familiar house. “Thank you, Kou-san.”

“No problem, ‘Kori. Hopefully I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yes please! You still have to teach me how to do a jump-serve.”

Hikori climbed out of the car, waving at Bokuto before racing towards the front door. Kuroo opened it, greeting his son by ruffling his hair. Hazel eyes met gold as Kuroo gave Bokuto a stiff nod and wave that Bokuto returned.

Bokuto sat in his car, parked there for a moment longer as Kuroo snapped the door shut behind him.

How long had they been together? When scouring their social media, it was hard to differentiate the posts from when they had gotten into the relationship and the ones from before.

After all, even after that ‘subtle’ change, there weren’t many differences. They still posted the same types of selfies. They went on the same type of outings. They still teased each other like they had throughout his history of knowing them. Kuroo and (Name) had always been close, courtesy of their lifelong friendship.

Bokuto pulled away from the curb in front of their house, starting the journey home.

Dark thoughts clouded his thoughts. What if...the reason why (Name) had allowed Bokuto to go to Osaka was because she had been cheating with Kuroo all along? Maybe she had intentionally ghosted him in order to openly pursue her relationship with her best friend. What if she had been dating Kuroo all along and Bokuto was only a placebo partner?

He shook his head, banishing the thought. (Name) had always been a kind person, he reassured himself. She was always there for him, for the good and the bad. She had never given him a reason to doubt her when they were together, and he was not about to let these negative feelings tarnish whatever history they had together.

Bokuto let out a soft sigh. He had done that himself by letting her go and not trying harder.

Why hadn’t he just come back to Tokyo after being ignored?

Why didn’t he just pick up the phone and call her?

Over and over again, the word repeated.

Why wasn’t he good enough?

Why was she with Kuroo?

He snorted. At least that question was easy to answer. Kuroo was her best friend. Kuroo was always there whenever Bokuto couldn’t be. They brought out the best in one another and even Bokuto could admit that they seemed happiest with one another. It was absolutely no wonder why they were together. He parked outside his building, forehead falling against the rubber wheel.

Why had things gone so wrong?

BONUS

“Tetsu!”

“What?”

“Why the hell did you give me a hickey?!”

Kuroo snorts, looking over at his wife as she sat at the vanity, staring into the mirror at her reflection. “Oops?” He smirks. “Hand me that shirt, will you?”

She rolls her eyes, balling it up and throwing it at him. “I told you, no hickeys!” Her husband pulls the shirt on, walking towards her before his arms snaked around her waist. “How the hell am I supposed to explain this hickey?”

The door swung open. “Mom? Dad? Why are you calling for me?”

They blanch, looking at their son who was rubbing his eyes with a plush cat dragging against the ground held in one of his chubby hands. “Oh I’m sorry baby, did we wake you up?”

He nods sleepily, causing their hearts to soften. “C’mon, I’ll take you to bed,” Kuroo promises, releasing his wife and scooping up his son. (Name) throws an old college sweatshirt on before following. She leans against the door-frame, watching as her husband tucks Hikori into bed. Hikori rolls over, instantly falling asleep. Kuroo heads back over to her, a mischievous look on his face. “So I guess he likes being called Hiki?”

(Name) sends him a disgruntled look before huffing and marching right back down the hall to their bedroom. “I can’t believe I married you.”

Kuroo cackled, grinning as he called after her, “I love you too, sweetheart!”

FUN FACTS

💟 After Aya got pregnant and she got closer to (Name), (Name) told her about how she loved the name Aiko and Aya immediately fell in love with the name and begged (Name) to let her use it for her daughter if she were to have one

💟 (Name) loves Aiko as if Aiko was her own daughter, and Aya loves Hikori as if Hikori was her own son. The two families often vacation and plan things together

💟 Kuroo’s and (Name)’s relationship never came up in conversation at Fukurodani reunions and Bokuto had missed the Gym 3 reunions due to them occuring during his games

💟 Kuroo’s moral code made it so that he wanted his son involved with Bokuto in some facet of his life, even though he wasn’t personally ready to allow Bokuto into Hikori’s life - hence the plushie with Bokuto’s jersey

💟 Iwaizumi loves teaching Hikori and Aiko how to play volleyball - often offering to babysit whenever they have a chance to

💟 Konoha and Kuroo often joke that they’ll be related if their kids get married so they might as well get used to it now

💟 Rin often asks about (Name) at family gatherings, whining that he hadn’t seen her in so long.

💟 Bokuto never really thought about kids until he and (Name) had babysat his niece and nephew and he saw how great of a mother she was then

💟 Just like how (Name) and Bokuto would cuddle while watching movies, hold hands, and call each other late at night, Kuroo and (Name) had done those things together first

💟 When Bokuto agreed on “missing this”, he had meant his relationship with (Name). (Name), however, meant visiting the retro dessert diner.

💟 Both Kuroo and (Name) regretted not discussing Bokuto’s role in Hikori’s life and their own emotions about it now that he was back and was aware of the truth.

💟 The couple prioritized communication and trust in their relationship in order to prevent any more issues with one another. It helped that they knew each other so well that they could predict when something may affect the other and increased their own communication

💟 Seeing Aiko and Hikori together made Bokuto wonder whether or not Kuroo and (Name) had the same innate relationship and desire to be with one another

💟 Though Bokuto had always wanted to be an athlete, it was easier as a younger male to eat poorly. Ever since (Name) became more serious about his diet and helped him learn how to track macronutrients and stuff, he took his own diet more seriously. To this day, he still uses some of her recipes.

💟 Bokuto prefers to call Hikori ‘Kori in order to be “different” from Kuroo and everyone else

💟 Bokuto ended up staying up all night plagued with memories of Kuroo and (Name), overthinking everything. He also couldn’t stop imagining a marriage with (Name) but Kuroo’s face always appeared instead of his own

*****

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