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xayspancakeee · 2 months
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lads 2.0 spoilers ahead? ✋🏻
sylus holding hands, holding onto sylus, sylus’s hands.
just, hands (and sylus).
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how’s everyone doing on this fine day? 👀
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Went for a hike ran 6 miles and did yoga today will body hate me or love me tomorrow it’s a toss up
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algumaideia · 8 months
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who is this woman
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spiteandlove · 2 years
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I had this dream last night. 
Under the covers, my legs were tangled with another’s. 
A hand reaches out, soft and gentle, encouraging me to open my eyes.
It smells of sandalwood. 
My vision is blurry, but every other sense is amplified. 
She (and there is no doubt in my mind that it is a woman) murmurs something lowly and sweet.
There is a warmth here that my bed never had, a bubble so fragile one word too loud could pop.
I stir, and she shushes me. 
“Not so soon,” she pleads, though her accepting tone betrays her desperation.
Had this happened before?
I wake up, and realize I have no idea what sandalwood smells like.
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greatyme · 10 months
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Idk what apple’s role is supposed to be but I need more of her right now !!
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triptuckers · 1 year
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undercover - captain rex
Request: nope Pairing:  captain rex x reader (reader has long hair) Summary:  you're sent undercover to get an important data stick from a separatist leader Warnings:  mentions of blood, injuries Word count:  1.8K A/N: give me PINING rex he needs to be YEARNING. love me a pixel man. enjoy reading!
it's an easy mission. a very important one, but it seemed rather easy. anakin's briefing was short as well.
one of the separatist leaders had a data stick with important information about a few new secret bases. they thought it was so important, that the separatist kept the data stick on him at all times.
which is where you came in.
there was a popular summer festival coming up on the separatist's home planet. your job was to go there, have fun, talk with the separatist and steal the data stick.
to avoid attracting too much attention, only anakin and captain rex accompanied you. the three of you arrived via public shuttle, dressed in civilian clothes.
you had traveled to the festival and separated once you got closer.
and now anakin and rex are hiding on the edge of a mountain ridge, looking out over the festival terrain, waiting for you to show up.
rex is glad he's not wearing his full armour for once, because the planet is extremely hot.
'general.' says rex after a while. 'isn't she going to stand out? they're going to notice a jedi general attending a festival.'
while they'd all worn civilian clothes while traveling, your clothes had still resembled jedi robes a little. you claimed you felt more comfortable that way. and if rex could recognise them as "kind of jedi robes", then surely the festival crowd could recognise it as well?
'well, then it's a good thing she won't look like a jedi general.' says anakin.
as if on cue, you enter the festival. rex looks at you through his scope, and anakin was right. you don't look like a jedi general. you look like a girl who is excited to have a good time at a festival. and you had changed your outfit.
you're now wearing a blue skirt that reaches your calves, and it's fluttering in the hot summer breeze. a tight fitting black top and a pair of comfortable shoes finish up your outfit. no jedi robes, no armour. but what catches rex off guard is your hair.
normally, you wear it tied up in several buns or braids, saying it was annoying if it got in your face all the time. after all, you're moving around a lot during battle. but you wouldn't cut if off, you loved your long hair.
now it flows freely down your shoulders and back, and it moves in the wind and shines in the sunlight.
rex knows you're off limits. you're a general, he's a captain. you could be thrown out of the order, he could be removed from duty - or worse.
so he's kept his mouth shut all this time.
but seeing you like this, no armour or weapons or a concentrated frown on your face. your hair and skirt moving in the wind. rex has never had to hold himself back so much. to stop himself from staring at you so many times.
meanwhile, more and more people have joined the festival terrain and the music has gotten louder.
anakin and rex keep an eye on you as you dance and laugh and have a good time in the valley below. they watch you as you approach the separatist leader and laugh this jokes and touch his arm, pulling him to the dance floor.
it sparks a flame of jealousy in rex's chest. that separatist leader with his girl.
no, not his girl.
a respected general of the GAR. one of his superior officers. who is now on an important undercover mission.
still, rex doesn't like watching you and the separatist leader.
after a while, the separatist leader has had enough of the dancing, and orders a few drinks. you sit with him and talk, leaning in close as you're listening to him.
because rex had been watching you so closely, he notices the exact moment when you swipe the data stick from him.
but you don't leave immediately, that would have been suspicious. a couple more minutes pass before you get up and head back to the dance floor. without the separatist this time.
just as rex is looking at you slowly making your way to the exit, the separatist yells out that someone has stolen something from him. anakin and rex hear how he shouts for a girl in a blue skirt.
given that your cover is blown, you give up trying to blend in with the crowd. you run away from the festival as fast as you can, heading towards the meeting point anakin told you to go to if things went wrong.
it's still hot, and within minutes you're sweaty and out of breath as you make your way up to the mountain ridge. but you won't tell yourself to slow down til you've put enough distance between yourself and the festival.
you're running uphill and just as you round the corner of a large boulder, you smack into something solid. before you can defend yourself, a pair of hands grabs your shoulders to stop you.
you look up into anakin's familiar eyes.
'got it.' you say, still out of breath, handing him the data stick. 'let's get out of here.'
you start to move past anakin, but you're stopped again. this time, by rex.
'general, your leg.' he says.
you look down and see your blue skirt is stained with red. you frown. in the crowd and while you were running away, you hadn't noticed you got hit by something. so it probably wasn't too bad.
'I'm fine.' you say. 'I hardly feel it, let's just get out of here quickly while we still have a head start .'
anakin eyes the amount of blood on your skirt, then looks behind you at the festival.
'no, you'll lose more blood and slow us down.' he says. 'rex, bind her leg. quickly.'
'yes, sir.' says rex.
'it's fine.' you say.
'rex, bind her leg. that's an order.' says anakin, with a slightly playful look in his eyes. you all know rex won't refuse a direct order from his general.
rex looks at you. 'sorry general. general's orders.' he says.
'what if I outrank anakin?' you say.
'do you?' says rex.
'rex.' says anakin, a little more firmly this time.
rex clears his throat and steps closer to you, then crouches down. he pulls out a knife and looks up at you.
'I'll need to cut a piece of your skirt so I can use it to bind your leg.' he says.
'yeah, go ahead.' you say.
rex carefully cuts a strip of fabric from the bottom of your skirt, then puts his knife away. he briefly looks up at you and silently asks permission before he slides your skirt upwards, til it reaches just above the cut on your thigh.
'hold it there, please.' he says.
you take a hold of your skirt and your other hand comes down to rest on rex's shoulder for balance as you take the weight off of your injured leg.
as you feel rex's gloved fingers on your thigh, you clench your teeth to keep yourself from looking down at him. you're fully aware anakin is standing right next to you, keeping an eye on the path in case separatists would show up. you wished anakin wasn't here.
you feel how rex wraps the piece of fabric around your thigh.
'this is going to hurt.' rex warns.
'I can-'
you're cut off by rex pulling the knot tight and a sharp pain shoots through your leg.
on instinct, you groan rex's name, your fingers digging into his shoulder. rex tries to ignore you saying his name like that, and focuses on securing the piece of fabric in place.
rex gives the knot a small tug, and when it stays in place, he stands again. your hand falls from his shoulder and you drop your skirt, which is now knee length instead of reaching your calves.
'thanks.' you say.
rex nods. 'you're welcome.'
'we need to move.' says anakin. 'they would have heard that if they were close.'
you nod and the three of you start your way back to the shuttle bay. rex occasionally helps you climb over rocks, to make sure you don't put more pressure on your injured leg.
when you get to the shuttle, you quickly board it and take a seat near the back of the craft. anakin takes off his jacket so you can wrap it around your waist, hiding the biggest part of your blood stained skirt.
the way back to anakin's flagship isn't that long, but you start to get tired nonetheless. it's probably due to the blood loss, you think. you know if you close your eyes, it's a bad sign, so you stay awake by focusing on rex's presence next to you. you can feel his shoulder against yours.
when you get to anakin's ship, he goes to inform the other jedi masters the mission was a success while rex escorts you to medbay.
one of your arms is over his shoulder while his other arm is around your waist, given that your energy has drained since running away from the festival.
'thanks.' you say, as you and rex walk though the halls of the ship.
'for what?' says rex.
'being a literal shoulder to lean on.'
'you would have done the same for me, general.'
'you know I prefer it if you call me by my name, rex.'
'and you know I call superior officers by their rank, general.'
maybe it's the blood loss. or the dizziness. or the fact rex is so close. whatever the case, you get a sudden burst of courage.
'is that all I am to you? a superior officer?' you say.
you feel rex briefly stiffen besides you.
'for the sake of my rank, yes.' he says.
you feel anxiety and regret growing in your stomach and think of something to say to change the subject, but rex speaks again. softer, this time.
'for the sake of who I am without this armour and the rank of captain, you're more than just a superior officer, y/n.' he says.
you smile as rex walks you through the doors of medbay.
'I'm glad to hear that.' you say.
rex gently places you on a bed and calls over the chief medical officer. he smiles at you.
'sorry your skirt got ruined.' he says. 'I... liked it.'
'of course you do, it's the color of the 501st.' you say.
rex raises his eyebrows. 'is that why you picked blue?'
you shrug. 'I figured it would look great next to the blue of your armour.'
before rex can answer, the chief medical officer arrives at your bed.
'we'll talk about the mission later, captain.' you say to him, with a quick wink, as the medical officer examines your leg.
rex smiles briefly and nods at you. 'certainly, general.'
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit
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justgleekout · 1 year
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Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me,
Creature of the night!
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wordsinhaled · 1 year
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moonshynecybin · 9 months
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All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Rosquez's Version) 
i dont think rosquez ever really thinks about their age gap (marc voice ive got eight titles that makes us The Same.) but uhhh. well its there its sexy its mildly problematic (to be clear i enjoy thattttt). and i do think marc is better at conceiving of how that power imbalance (which is more about fame/media control as well) influenced the sepang drama as he gets a little older. anyways im never not thinking about this verse in relation to that tbh. like early rosquez when valentino makes sure to shake the hand of every single member of marc's family in parc ferme while marc looks at him like he's so happy he could spontaneously invent the power of flight. its very that.
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blucassiopeia · 1 year
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Sullen Books
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"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"
warnings: afab!reader, passive angst
A Kuroo Tetsurou x reader one shot or???
a/n: no comfort on this, i wanna pin this mf till the end of my breath LOL; i honestly had a hard time on this one, avoiding as many clues as possible omg; fufufu
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"ーma. I don't know."
"Well, we all don't know. And c'mon, she's pregnant. We have to be present in her life in these times. She's alone."
"She's not. That motherfucker will be right there with her any day now."
"And the other one."
"Not the other one."
"If you could be so kind with him."
"I just wish they'll kill the biggest motherfucker ever existed."
You're staring at the vast table that's lining this book café in the university. It's not crowded in this time of day, still got some vacant seats elsewhere, but not directly next to you.
You tried to sleep again when you noticed your phone died and the humming music in your headphones got silenced, but, for the love of God, how? Muffled conversations is all you could hear. You tried not to groan in frustration.
"Akaashi's visiting this weekend, are you really gonna pass?"
You also waited for the other one with the muffled voice to answer to maybe put an end to your over reacting misery. But it never came. Right. Keep that silence and never talk again. Your head is still turned away from them, resting on an opened french book. You didn't read it, you don't even know much about french, you just love how it smells it lulls you to sleep. Yes, your kind of pillow.
Shufflings that came from things being dumped to a bag and minimum volume of a game you once played with your brother over the few months sounded. And Lo! Silence! The last you heard from the man next to you before you went back to your dreamland wasー
"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"
It was raining when Kuroo walks out of the university and onto the bus stop. The transparent umbrellaーone which she had left and forgotten in Nekoma's gym from the last Training Campーwas somehow relaxing to watch. The droplets make a hurried plop sound and it slides to the sides, hang on the silver tips and falls to the already wet pavement. He occassionally stares at it as he walks.
Then he heard some heavy books fall in the other side of the pavement, near the bicycle parking area. He turned to your unsuspecting figure that's too messy on picking the scattered, and now wet, books. Your bag threatening to give up on your shoulder too. He just stares at your back for a second or two and walked on, fearing he might miss his bus if he would help you. Also ignoring the fact that he somehow remembers that same long light blonde hair from the university book café three days ago.
"Why is this wet, Y/n?" the attendant on the book café grumpily asked you as you returned the books you borrowed. You frowned as you recounted to him yesterday at the sidewalk just by the bus stop. "You have to pay for the damages."
Your jaw dropped. "But no pages were torn." Your frown deepened when he dismissed you with a tab you have to pay before exiting the book café, or you have to face extra payments in your tuition. Ugh.
You grouchingly made your way to your spot. The book café is strategically situated at the center of a cross road in the university and your favorite spot is facing a part where students rarely pass by, it's peaceful with all the trees fresh to spring forth leaves.
Then you saw a raven-black haired man in your spot. Your frown deepened just a little more you can feel almost wrinkles automatically appearing in your face. Not your day, huh?
His face is turned to your side. He's not especially handsome but he's sort ofーwellーfanciable, at the least. But not your type. Definitely. You grimaced and plopped your things gently to his side, a chair away, not giving up the serenity this spot has to offer. But still grumbling because that grumpy attendant has banned you on the books until you pay up. Grr. You put your headphones on and decided to rest your eyes.
You woke up to the sound of soft dings. You peered and accidentally caught a glimpse of his lockscreen. A golden-haired girl next to his beaming figure. And the screen darkened just as fast. You couldn't care less but that woke you up real bad, your head started to throb.
You were grimacing and finding a perfect angle to rest your head against your arms but to no avail. It was until you tilted your head to his direction again. He's facing you right now and snoring. You softly snorted and somehow, to the soft hum of his snoring and music on your discarded headphones now hanging on your neck, you found yourself closing your eyes.
Kuroo jolted at a tiny pull on his hair and he looked up to find Kenma. "I have been texting you for two hours already."
Kuroo groaned and put his stuff back on his bag, finding a note with his notebook. I like it when you sleep, so adorable but unaware of it. You look so peaceful.
"If I haven't gone hereー"
Kuroo shoved all of his things, note included, to his bag and slung it on his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his sweater. "Sorry. Sorry. Let's go."
"Y/n, go with me to this wedding in Miyagi please? It's in 3 weeks."
Your nose scrunched up when you read your brother's message that weekend morning. You yawned as you dialed his number.
"Please! It's my friend's wedding."
"But why do you have to bring someone?" Geez.
"Well, everyone I'm close with are bringing dates."
"Then bring your girlfriend!" Ugh.
"I don't have one! No more of this. You're coming with me!"
And he fucking hanged up on you. Miyagi's 2 hours away. What the hell is he thinking? You rolled your eyes as you took a shower to start your day and classes is in an hour. You'll definitely gonna be late.
The hall was packed already when you arrived. This is a new class you just enrolled in because you just realized this is a prerequisite to that one major next semester. Blockmates are not as kind as you think, if being new to the place is still not as inconvenient.
Your eyes flew to an empty seat at the back. Next to that same raven-black hair in the book café. His eyes were dead straight to the professor and writing stuffs as he goes on with the lecture, thankfully ignoring you as you bend down trying to be obscure. He didn't spare you a glance when you sat next to him, just a subtle drag of his scattered notes out of your space. And you ignored it.
Cold.
But you were surprised when he hurriedly came pass you out of the book café that afternoon. He was all smiles and seemingly excited for something. You looked back to where he is going. And you saw her. The same golden-haired girl in his lockscreen running to meet his open arms.
"Tetsuuu! I missed youu!"
"Hey! Don't run!"
She jumped to his arms to where he spinned as he catches her, hugging her tight, brows all up above his closed eyes, face snuggling in her neck. You saw how his hug tightened as the second passed by, brows furrowing and you have to go on in the book café because of the weird feeling you had harbored in that scene.
The day you gave up a day in your favorite spot is the day you sat by the entrance and see how his face changes as he talks to the sunshine girl that has her waist carefully held by another man standing beside her. You saw Kuroo's face under his mask.
"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"
A voice rang loudly as you watch him watch the couple in front of him.
Kuroo's mind was swarming with lots and lots of thoughts. Mostly from what his friend said about his wedding. Wedding. He felt like he's tearing up. What a weak man he is. He just wants to storm outside the lecture hall and go straight home or anywhere else where he can scream his lungs out. His thighs are popping under the long line of desk, his fist resting on it as it bounces up.
"Lemme answer that, sir!"
"Okay, Miss Y/n. Mr. Kuroo is somehow not in my class right now."
He closed his eyes in realization that he was called a few times, and that a girl, you who is sitting rows away from him, saved him from half of the embarassment. C'mon, Kuroo. Focus. Head on the lecture.
Friday came and your brother was already nudging you to pack your things for both of you will be in a train in two hours. That Miyagi wedding is a hassle but you can't ditch your brother when he's being too cute in front of you now.
"So who is this friend that's getting married?"
He grinned in his seat and pulled out his phone. "She's my crush way back first year." Your brows shot up at his confession as he shoves his phone to your face. "Isn't she pretty? Her name is Tsukishima Ran. Well, tomorrow, she'll bear a new family name."
Your face went cold when you saw the bride-to-be. Your eyes travelled to your brother so slow and flickered back to his screen. "Y-yeah, she's really pretty."
You should've asked him before you sat on that bloody train to Miyagi. Now, you wonder what to do to avoid people. You felt your breath hitched as you realize you'll see him again, now out of the university walls.
The walk to the stunning venue was unnerving. The men were in black and the women are in either gray or white. You padded the white fabric against your skin and turned to your brother. "You look scared Y/n." He took your hand to his arm for you to cling to. "You want to poop?"
"Idiot." You hissed and pinched his arm to where he flinched and laughed as he ushered you to a table full of his volleyball friends.
You took a deep breath and act insignificant, dying to ignore the stares of a blond-hair-with-black-roots man across the table. You restricted your eyes to your phone, to your space in the table and to your brother's face. You badly want to end the night fast.
"Ran-chan! Well, you'd still be myーourーRan-chan even if you're married to that fucker. I'd still be your knight in shining armor whenever you need me, will always be available, but not on changing diapers okay? That's someone else's job."
"Who is that someone else?"
"Her fucking bestfriend, who else!"
Your head perked up when laughs were roaring throughout the venue as a man from the nearby table raised his middle finger to Kuroo, of which he kindly returned.
"In all seriousnessー" That stare he gave to the bride sent shivers to you, it made you want to run away.
"ーI'll still protect you and the ones you love with my life. That's how you both are special to me. And to that small one in your tummy right now.." He trailed his eyes to the groom that's still beaming throughout his friend's unsuspecting confession.
"He'll have the bestest dad ever, and the coolest uncle and a bunch of extra shitbag uncles. Best wishes to the both of you. Be happy now."
Kuroo wasn't supposed to say those words aloud. He wasn't supposed to. He was dead-set on keeping his feelings under control but seeing her in her wedding dress with his friend next to her, he lost it. Now he's desperately trying to find a peaceful place away from the venue to rant out, beer on one hand, loosened necktie dangled around his disheveled polo.
And you found him hunched on one of the small round pavillions away from the venue. He was sobbing real hard when you silently walked up to him. The ice came in contact with sunshine and it melted, drowning you too in the process. You pursed your lips and sat quietly two spaces away from him. That moment you held with him was suspiciously your solace from all else that's bothering you right now. His sobs, heaves, whimpers and shuffles, trying to wipe his snotty nose in his slacks. He might've noticed you but chose to ignore, like what he has been doing for the past two months.
He must really love the bride. To the point where he has no choice but to put down his mask like this. You hummed and rested your back on the wooden rails that's encasing the pavillion, careful not to make much noise, careful not to watch him cry his heart out. You closed your eyes, enveloping yourself with the sound of cries from a heartbroken Kuroo Tetsurou.
It seemed like an hour or two before Kuroo stopped crying, the can of beer crumpled on his bloodied hand. He felt his legs cramped as he stretched out and caught a hand next to him. He breathed heavy and out as he brushed the back of your hand with his thumb and looked up at your peaceful, angel face.
He's not an idiot to not know you're around. He just chooses to ignore you to not pass the pain. And he can't, he's still too in love with Ran. He's too in love with her to pay attention to others poking on him. And so, he walked away without waking you up.
Years had passed and you found yourself in his proximity again. Well, you applied at the Japan's Volleyball Association on the sole purpose of indulging what your brother loves, and now you learned to love too. Never did you know it's also his field.
Wait. Who were you kidding?
You still remember the thing Kenmaーthe blonde hair with black roots guy from that weddingーsaid to you after you woke up alone in that pavillion.
"It's better if you stay away, Y/n."
You were still shocked about how he knows your name. And if this is what it is, then Kuroo knows your name too? Is that it?
"He's dead-set on Ran right now, and maybe for a few years. He'll never be ready. I know him. When he's into something, he's going all out."
You remembered what Kuroo said in his message a while ago. "If he's gonna protect her and her loved ones, then who's gonna protect him if I avoid him now?" You smiled. "It's okay. I'm not asking for reciprocation. This is not business anyway."
Then you left Kenma dumbfounded.
You didn't know when did you start falling for Kuroo. Nor know why are you acting like the situation's okay with you. You just know that you're at peace when you see him. Just seeing him breathing and comfortable is okay.
Through the years, you started to do things to make him comfortable in every littlest way. To making him coffee when he's out cold on his desk during a night-shift, to the simple saves you did just to ease his way out of a situation, to that bento you bought him once when he forgot to buy his lunch, to volunteering to cover his shift when Ran's twins needs him for something, to rigging the Christmas raffle to let him win the vacation package.
All those were subtle. And you're comfortable with it. At least, he's happy with it.
Over the years, much to his displeasure, he is still in love with Ran. He has fully accepted that he can't be that person whom she will love, and naively thinks that acceptance itself will make him move on. Oh how wrong is he. Now, he's suffering from your little gestures of appreciations and love.
If he just fell out of love with Ran, he'll gladly turn to you. If he just forced his way to you, he'll gladly hold you in his arms even if you're both hurting. If he's just brave enough to drag you into his life, he'll kiss you breathless. But he won't, and he can't. Coz he loves someone else.
And how bad was it for him when that day came on both of you. Him, holding you in his flailing arms, tears coming down his cheeks and trying to grip your hand to a note from years ago you thought he discarded, returning it to you but the thought's so reversed now. Kenma's words ringing in his ears as he stares at you.
"If you're gonna protect her and her loved ones, who's gonna protect you if she's not around. She said something like that. And you don't have to reciprocate what she gives, she added. She's too pure for your dumb ass but let her love you, Kuroo."
You just made an irreversible sacrifice. And he's gonna regret this for the rest of his life. Well, it's not so long before that too. Kuroo smiled through his tears and he kissed you so earnestly, the kiss he should've given you in that pavillion, or when you saved him from the professor's questions, or when you stared at him getting broken with the wedding news from his friends, or when you walked up to his side on that certain class, or when he saw you getting stumped with so much books under the rain.
He should've done this kiss to you a long time ago, instead of waiting for it from another. He wasted so much time.
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Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru | Miya Osamu
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Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.
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skantyskylar · 2 years
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Rock star Aegon “The Dragon” Targaryen who stumbles into a shitty dive bar one night with the promise of trouble in his smile and a cig between his lips, only to lose all his cool when he spots the hot bartender.
Like…LITERALLY lose all his cool. Like fall face-first and bang his head against the countertop when he tries to slide into a chair level of losing his cool.
He learns that Hot Bartender’s name is Jace when he presses an ice pack to Aegon’s forehead. He learns that Jace is in culinary school, that he wants to open up his own restaurant,
That he has a crooked smile with a chipped tooth (hockey accident), that he has the lightest dusting of freckles across his nose, and his hands are calloused and strong but his touch is gentle.
It’s only on his way out that Aegon realizes he never got a single drink.
It doesn’t matter in the end. It just gives him an excuse to come back next week, and the week after that, on and on again till it’s public knowledge that Westoros’s wildest rock star rests his wings at the same bar every Friday night. The fans go to catch a glimpse, are rewarded with the sight of the hot bartender with the crooked smile.
Who denies every single one of their advances. “I’ve got a boyfriend,” he says “And you don’t want to get on his bad side. Dragons tend to get mean when they’re feeling possessive.”
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lovexlly · 2 years
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not them walking around in their little matching coats before they were even officially a thing 🫡
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lyriumrain · 5 months
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I went away to prepare for the titan fight (the game talks about it like it's gonna be the toughest fight ever so naturally I wanted to stock up) and now that I've returned to the steelwatch factory there's this random civilian woman inside???? And she keeps activating the trespassing dialogue???
I don't wanna have to kill this random woman just to complete the quest wtf
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mihai-florescu · 10 months
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This is me btw (Auguste Toulmouche - Sweet Doing Nothing, 1877)
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jaynaverse · 2 months
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JAYNA LOOK AT MY PUP
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OMG PUPPERS FIXED MY ASKBOX!!!
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ryctone · 1 year
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