#Woah that's a lot of tags whoops

[katrotica]

Woah! *Edit:

So, I was just cruising thru my dash and my buddy @eddiessoulkitchen posted a pic of a really hot naked girl and he credited the photographer in the tags as Ana Dias (he's so great at crediting models and photographers when he can) and I was all... oh wow! Apparently Ana Dias is not only a hot nude tennis-themed model, but she's also an amazing photographer! And then I clued in... I'd made an error in my post and identified the model as Ana, when in fact she too was the photographer of my source photo and the model was actually Svenja van den Bogaart! Whoops! So... I've fixed the poster, crediting the actual model there, and I now know that Ana is an incredible photographer who seems to share my love for naked girls so she's awesome. And as a bonus, I thought I'd share the collection this picture is from because it's an excellent collection. And below is my original post because I like to be transparent about my mistakes even tho that's not a popular stance these days.

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Could there ever be too many tennis-themed photoshoots of hot naked girls? No. the answer is no. It's a theme I enjoy a lot, considering I don't much care for tennis. Must be the hot naked girls I guess. Today's tennis girl is Ana Dias. I'd never seen her before until I saw these tennis pics and just had to make a poster. And yes, there are more tennis-themed pics of Ana, which probably means another tennis-themed poster soon enough. Don't say I didn't warn you ;)

[katyawriteswhump]

Steddie holiday drabble: Dirty Little Secret

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 11 prompt, Royal AU (also boarding school AU--whoops!)

When Steve is sent to school in the UK, he hates everything about it. Apart from the hot guy who lurks in the shadows and seems to get away with anything he likes…

Rating: T

CW: corporal punishment, bullying, cultural prejudices, swearing. Tags: hurt/comfort, whump, fluff. WC: 979

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From the moment Steve arrived at that creepy castle-come-college, he couldn’t do anything right. 

“You’re using the wrong spoon, Harrington,” sneered some stuck-up idiot, at Steve’s first mealtime in the vast, mediaeval-style hall.

“He wouldn’t know,” jeered another. “Americans scoff cow-pie with their fingers.”

“Hilarious,” snarked Steve. “If I’m using the wrong spoon, how come you’re the one who’s drooled soup down their tie?”

A shout of “Touché!” broke the loaded silence. 

Steve spotted the shouter sitting alone on an otherwise empty table. He flashed Steve a grin which was… Woah! Not actively hostile? And kinda cute.

The kid beside Steve tugged his hair: “Has nobody invented scissors on your side of the pond? Matron’s going to scalp you, mark my word.”

“He’s got longer hair than me.” Steve pointed to the boy sitting alone. 

“He’s not an ignorant little yank with no manners.”

“Oh, sod off.” Steve had mastered some of the lingo.

In the dorm later, somebody stole Steve’s blankets from his bed. After a night shivering, he wore the wrong sneakers—sorry, trainers!—to gym class.

The teacher didn’t let him change into boots. Steve slipped endlessly on the muddy rugby field. The only rule he fathomed was that it was fine for any bastard to dump their butt on his face. Afterwards, the teacher summoned Steve to his office.

Steve mumbled: “What’ve I done now?”

Seriously, this son-of-bitch should worship Steve! If he had the right kit—and knew the rules—he bet he could whip some serious rugby ass.

“Hold out your hand.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be insolent. Do it. Palm downward.”

Steve obeyed, flexing his fingers apprehensively. The teacher produced a wooden cane. Steve’s blood jumped. “No, no, no, no. I’ll watch my mouth. Wear the right shit… uh, kit. Please!”

“You’ve earned five. One more word, it’ll be ten. On your rear.”

Steve battled his panic, fretted his lip. The cane came lashing down, razing a fiery trail across his hand. He smothered a whimper, swallowed bile. By the fifth strike, his knees had turned to jello. His hand was red, his knuckles puffy with one split.

“You’re dismissed, Harrington.”

He drifted mindlessly through the showers, got dressed, wandered out, cradling his hand. Totally lost, he encountered his hated dining companions:

“His socks are falling down! He’s so stupid, he can’t hook his suspenders.”

Steve was terrified of losing his shit, giving these dickheads the triumph of seeing how badly he was hurting, how horribly alone he felt. So…

Steve shoved the lead bully, who crashed onto their butt.  “What moron’s wear sock suspenders? Screw the lot of you!” 

Steve could’ve handled any one of them; with wrecked knuckles, though, no way could he handle six. He wound up curled in a ball, enduring a brutal kicking. As the blows kept coming, he sank beyond wretched, losing his fight against furious tears.  A shout interrupted: “Hey, scumbags—scoot! NOW!”

The kicking stopped. Steve curled even tighter. Everything hurt, his head pounded, and he tasted blood. A gentle touch on his shoulder made him flinch: “Hey, are you alright?”

Steve swiped his damp cheekbones, peeped up. His rescuer was the boy who dined alone, with the cute smile and long, unruly hair. Up close, his brown eyes were mesmerising… and kind.

“Come on, you.”

Dazed, Steve let the other boy help him up. He took him to the matron, who seemed oddly nervous at their arrival. Steve perched on the edge of a bed, while his knuckles were bandaged, his other wounds tended. The other boy—Steve still didn’t know his name—held ice to Steve’s swollen brow till Steve’s uninjured hand stopped trembling enough to hold it himself.

“You can go, Matron,” said the boy. She obeyed. With a curtsy! These Brits sure were odd. Steve was still hurting badly, still furious at the whole world. Yet, now they were alone, he longed to throw his arms around this other boy and sob shamelessly. He was so mixed up.

“Steven Harrington, right? The US envoy’s son?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m Eddie. Can I call you Steve? The surname crap makes us sound like a load of wankers. Which, let’s face it, most kids in this dump are.”

“No shit.” Steve chuckled, which made his face ache. 

“Besides, it’s hopeless for me.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Nobody dares say it.” Eddie leaned closer and his adorable grin spread slowly. “I’m the illegitimate son of the Duke of Cumbria.”

“He’s a prince! So you’re—”

“A dirty royal secret.” Eddie jokily pressed a finger to his lips, which Steve couldn’t stop staring at. Steve’s heart hammered like he’d met the Stones or the Beatles. Though, Eddie was the opposite of famous: “This dustbin has hid little secrets like me for centuries. I still get MI5 protection, if needed, and… nobody dares lay a finger on me. Or my chums. Not that I have any, because—”

“—they’re all complete wankers?”

“You’re fluent already, Stevie.” Stevie? Steve blushed and looked away. Eddie tenderly cupped Steve’s chin and turned his face back, tugging a slight smile from Steve, in defiance of his split lip. Eddie grinned all the harder.

The ‘dirty secret’ didn’t just get his own table. He got his own spacious dorm room. Steve moved his stuff in two days later, to find Eddie in a different mode—twitchy and bashful, endlessly fiddling with his hands. “Thanks,” murmured Eddie, as if Steve had done him the favour.

“Woah. That’s my line, right?”

“No. Look, I need to get this out.” Eddie paced, folded his arms. Unfolded them again. “I’m gay, Steve. And I like you. I’m not going to press myself on you or anything, but… It’s okay to have second thoughts. I can arrange for you to have a separate room, if you prefer.”

Steve shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “No sweat, Eds.”

He only hoped it wouldn’t be too long before his almost-prince stole a kiss. 

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Thanks for reading :)

[bepisbee]

read on on ao3

CHAPTERS

PLEASE HEED TAGS FOR THIS CHAPTER

SH tag for ritulaistic blood sacrifice but please use discretion!

The Summoning

[I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

You've got my body, flesh, and bone, yeah

The sky above, the Earth below

Raise me up again

I want to see the other side

See the other side

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

Raise me up again

Takе me past the edgе

I want to see the other side

Won't you show me what it's like?

Won't you show me what it's like?

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God

Or are you really here to cast me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

The taste of the divine]

He knew it would be close. Perfect timing required or else everything was fucked. Especially in his recent behavior he knew they would suspect him first.

Getting sleeping potion into the jail guards booze was the easy part. Knocking out and tying up several convicted felons is a different feat. Running on pure adrenaline, somehow he’d done it. They dragged behind him and his.horse in a wagon. Three bodies. His cat, he had since affectionately named Frejya, sat on the back behind him. The rock of the horse’s movement seemed fluid to her as if she had done gbis her whole life. He reached back and rubbed her ear before returning to his mission. He was deep in the forest by the time the guards woke up, and if he was lucky they wouldn’t notice the missing rots of society until morning roll call.

He had a feeling he would be lucky.

Vio had a long way to go, to the spot he had chosen. It was behind the four sword sanctuary, a ways in but close enough to draw on its power. As the trees thickened, he let his mind wander.

Shadow beamed at him, ecstatic. “I am so excited to show you!” they pulled Vio by his hand up the tower stairs.

“Slow down!” he panted. “I can’t float like you do!” So. Many. Steps.

“Whoops!” Shadow flushed, “That’s right. Here!”

“Woah wait- WOAH!” Shadow lifted him up effortlessly into their arms, using their shadow magic to levitate him.

“Haha, see?” They floated them up to the very top of the tower. They set Vio down, who had gone unusually quiet. “Hey, you okay?” they frowned.

“Huh? Oh- uhh y-yes! yeah I’m okay. Sorry, love.” he said softly, “A lot on my mind.” he fidgeted with something in his pocket. Shadow’s concern melted into unadulterated affection at the pet name. They hated it at first. It started as ways to get under each other's skin. Now they loved it. “What did you want to show me?”

Shadow switched back into gear, opening the roof hatch for them. They led him up onto the top of the tower. They were above the clouds, but just barely. It was sunset, a safe time for Shadow to be out and  right enough for Vio to see. Above them was a cacophony of stars and midnight blue, turning into purple and reds and oranges below. Vio stopped, staring up, mouth agape. There were so many stars . They could see them all!

He grabbed his upper arm, looking between him and the sky. “Holy shit.”

“I thought you might like this, you nerd.” Shadow teased. “Sit with me?” They take them to a laid out blanket.

“It’s gorgeous.” Vio stumbled as he couldn’t keep his eyes down. “They sort of look like your freckles, Shadow.”

“Whuh- nuh- no! I don’t have those.” they crossed their arms. “Only light creatures have those! From the sun!”

Vio caresses a thumb across their cheek and cups their face. “Hm. If you say so,” They were very faint, but they were there. Vio pressed a kiss to that cheek, and then their soft lips. They both sat there for a long time, until the sun set and a chill swept over. Vio pressed closer to them.

“Hey…” he began, Shadow turned their attention to him. “I have something I wanted to show you, too.”

“Why do you sound nervous?” they snorted. “I won’t bite… unless you say please,” they flashed their tiny fangs in a grin and laughed.

“...” Vio fidgeted again. “I…” it took a lot to come to this decision. He truly was okay with this. “Close your eyes.” He got a raised eyebrow instead. “Oh just do it!” Shadow rolled and then shut their eyes. Vio picked up their left hand, sure that Shadow could hear his heart pounding. 

His hands were shaking. Blood rushed through his ears. He took a ring out of his pocket. Tunnel vision into just them as he…

As he picked a hammer.

As he slid a ring onto their finger

At the same time, two of Shadow’s most vulnerable expressions. One in awe and boundless love. Another tear streaked, hurt, soulbroken. 

How could he have done this?

“Did you ever even actually love me!?”

The sound of shattering glass reverberates in his head. A mix of both of those expressions as they lay dying. Vio, hunched over them. Shadow placed their ring in his palm. Barely audible labored breathing. A soft whispered:

“Still… love… you…”

Their final breath.

Their final exhale.

Shadow’s final exhale.

Vio’s body trembled. He had to make it right. He had to. His horrible lapse in judgment from pressure. He was a horrible person. He betrayed Red and Blue and Green. Then he turned around and betrayed the one who meant the most to him in this world. What did they do in return? They turned out good. They redeemed themselves. And Died. He glanced at his bag, filled with supplies. It was almost time.

The moon rose above him, full. A large solstice moon. It seemed to have a blue tint, a manner of light reflection. Although some prefer to think of it as Nayru’s light. To guide them in the darkness. Vio scoffed, no Goddess of light would have anything to do with him. He was certain. The cat gave an inquisitive look at his back, not that he noticed.

Vio stopped the horse and cart at the mouth of a huge cave. From there he wheeled the men, with some effort, inside. It was pitch dark for a solid five minutes before a hole in the ceiling shone moonlight down. He placed the prisoners and his bag down, fishing out his book, a few red bottles, and a brush. Using the book as a reference, he began to paint the stone floor. Intricate symbols, sigils, and circles were laid. Five outer circles, one in the middle, symbols drawn in his own blood he collected over a few days, mixed with an agent to keep it. He placed purple and black dipped candles in designated spots.

At the largest circle on top, he placed his offerings. A fresh bread loaf, more blackberry jam, salted baked fish, a cup of green tea, and a bottle of spirits. He crumpled the tied Hylians onto three circles. Out of his bag, he pulled something wrapped in a cloth. In the very middle, he placed the largest shard of the dark mirror he could find. He surrounded it with four moon pearls that glowed in the light. Vio noticed in his perfiere Frejya, walking to the top circle, careful not to smudge the markings. Odd.

He lit the candles, and began to chant. His eyes glazed over, black sclera and purple iris. It had to be now. He would never get another chance after this attempt. He knelt in the last circle at the bottom. The cat stared at him. The began to pull the force from the three men, watching as their skin ashened.

It was not quick. Purple flames flared around them, a mist surrounding the circle

 Flowing out from the bodies, into Vio, into the sigils, into the mirror shard. He stammers and almost fails when he notices the woman where the cat had been.

A large beautiful woman, robed in blue and black silks. Her face was obscured by the large hat. She sat, one leg folded over the other, watching him. And eating the offerings. Her deep dulcet voice swam into his mind like molasses.

“Child of darkness, I hear your plight. I have been watching you for many lights. Your power grows, and your offerings suffice. I will grant you that which you seek tonight.”

Vio felt a tug, taking his sharp blade he slit his palm. It dripped into the circle he kneeled in. Suddenly the wisps swirled around him and rushed into the mirror shard. Everything blurred as the life forces he sucked tore out of him. Blue magic from the top of the circle fed into the mass. It sounded like a train whistle was blown next to his ears. At the peak of the magic, Vio fell and crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Chirping birds above him woke him up. Vio sat up so suddenly he hurt himself. “!?” something throbbed under his skin at his chest over his heart.

He looked at the circle. Nothing remained of the three bodies but remaining blood stains. The bowls and plates empty to the last drop.

A body in the center where the shard used to lay. Lying on its back. Vio scrambled and crawled over. 

Looking more aged, like himself, was Shadow. Their  face was slimmer, cheekbones more profound, longer ears with a notch in the top of each. Freckles scattered all across their nose and cheeks. Their thick eyelashes always gave the impression they were wearing eyeliner. Purple soft locks on top. Their eyes flickered behind the lids. It was about then Vio noticed.

Shadow was naked.

“Fuck.” Of course! There was no reason their new body would be reincarnated with clothes on! How could he be so stupid? Vio flushed bright red and was about to look away when he caught something. A black tattoo on their chest, over their heart. He wasn’t sure what the symbol was. Vio gently traced it. It must have to do with the ritual, or their new body. He was chastising himself for not thinking about bringing clothes. Or buying them clothes! He had nothing at the house but his own.

A groan focused him back.

“....Sh…Shadow…?” He knelt by their head, running fingers through their hair.

“Hmm. That feels nice.” They slurred out, blearily opening their eyes. They looked normal, one red and one blue. They came into focus at Vio. 

Older than they remembered, weathered. The bags under his eyes are dark purple and his skin as pale as parchment. He seemed gaunt, and haunted. His hair was a mess, braided and forgotten and slept on several times. Something desperate sparked behind his ice blue eyes as they met. Vio grabbed their hand and held tight.

“Shadow?” He tried once again.

“V-vio?” Shadow tried sitting up, Vio helped them. “What is…? Where…?” They didn’t understand. The last thing they remembered was looking up just like this. As they died. “I’m alive?” Shadow looked around panicked. “I’m naked!?”

“Ah- ahaha ahem. Uhm. I didn’t really think about that part…” Vio sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, and gave Shadow his tunic. “This will have to work for now. Sorry, love.” The two rings jangled as he took it off and passed it over. They noticed.

“O-oh” Shadow started, “The rings. A tattoo?” They reached out.

“Tattoo??” Vio looked down. The spot that ached. It bore a symbol matching the one on Shadow’s chest. Frantic glances between the marks clued them in.

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. He wasn’t even sure he would ever get this far. “This is new territory for me, magic wise.” Vio held firm to their hand, only letting go so Shadow could put the shirt on. “How do you feel?”

“I…” a small growl interrupted them and they laughed. “Hungry I guess.” Sunlight danced on their pretty face. Wait…

“Holy shit.” Vio froze.

“What?”

“ You’re sitting in the sun! ”

Shadow looked up and winced. “Ow!” They covered their face.

“Don’t look directly into the sun!” Vio chastised, open mouth.

“I’m really…” Shadow reached a hand out, swiping it through the beams lighting the cave. “Wow.” Vio helped Shadow stand up, they were unsteady on their feet.

“Well, step one is go home and uh. Maybe have a bath, clothes, then food?” It felt unreal to him. Shadow nodded and Vio led them out of the cave. Orvar was waiting, Frejya on her backside. The cat gave a sly knowing look. Vio was unnerved. Was there really a Goddess in his cat??

Vio helped Shadow up onto the seat so they would be comfortable. He sat behind them. Shadow made him look away while they adjusted their junk to be both covered and not in danger during the ride’s movements. Vio was too embarrassed by the junk itself and his oversight to peep anyways.

The ride back was silent. Words weighing heavy on both their tongues without the courage to say them just yet. There was a lot to talk through.

It all felt like a blur. The bath, giving Shadow his clothes, cooking dinner for them both. He knew sooner or later he would be getting questioned. Red, Blue and Green would be sure to show up to talk about that night a few weeks ago. He would need to go into town and buy Shadow clothing and items, and more food supply for two people. What would happen when they found out? Should he tell the truth about his magic? They knew something was with him. He was mindlessly stirring the soup.

Shadow sat in the dining chair, watching his gears turn.

“You’re overthinking about something.” It was the best they could do. “What’s going on up there?”

“Shadow I… don’t even know where to begin.” Vio sat in the chair opposite. “I… I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness for what I did to you. I am an awful horrible Hylain being and I have no right whatsoever to even ask you to.” Vio rambles, it all just pouring out. “I love you. I love you so much and I always have, I swear. You have no idea what I would do for you. What I have done for you. Please, Shadow,” he took their hands, their eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tears were dripping down his face as the tension inside him finally snapped. “When you broke that mirror… You must have hated me so much. I hear your last breath every fucking night and I- I-” he hiccuped.

“Vio.” Shadow said firmly, getting his attention. “You’re right. It was really shitty. But I didn’t smash that mirror because I hated you,” They squeezed his hand. “I was devastated. It hurt. It still hurts, because I love you.” They look at the rings around his neck. “You really meant it, when you proposed.” It was a fact, not a question. “That you would leave everything and everyone behind to be with me.”

“ Yes. ”

“Take off the necklace.”

“Huh?” His heart stopped.

“Take off the necklace, Vio.” Shadow held out their hand. He took it off, after a few tries. His hands were shaking. He assumed the worst. Shadow slid the rings off, one onyx, one amethyst. They took their purple ring.

They slid it onto their left hand. Vio’s breath stopped for that moment. Shadow took the other and slid it onto Vio’s. The magic in the ring shrunk to fit his smaller finger size now.

“Sh-Shadow.” Vio managed, his voice gravely as a different kind of tears welled up in his eyes.

“I love you. It might take longer to be able to forgive you fully, Vio. But I love you.” Shadow sat back in the chair, exhausted. The smell of burnt flew Vio back to the kitchen.

“Shit! the soup!”

Shadow laughed. “Oops,”

Vio nervously checked the mailbox the next morning. Shadow was inside brewing tea. Well, trying to. A single letter, sealed with wax. He gulped.

He slid it open to familiar schooled scrawl.

“Vio,

We need to talk. Now.

-Zelda”

He knew, with a sinking feeling in his gut, as he glanced through the window at Shadow, who stuck their finger in their mouth after burning it on the hot metal kettle. He was in so much fucking trouble.

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ Izzy "Something LGBT+ Just Happened To Me" Hands has been haunting me all my life week so I just had to write something, based on the promos for next week. Spoilers, obviously.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “I'm not saying I didn't like it."

Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Izzy Hands, Lucius Spriggs, with a healthy dose of whoops I tripped and fell into Izzy x Lucius and I actually kinda like it down here (weird but platonic is fine too if you'd prefer) Tags: Canon Typical Homophobia/Internalised Homophobia, brief mention of a suicide attempt. But the story is really soppy and fluffy I swear.

Panto

Stede Fucking Bonnet. If there’s one thing he has to credit the man with, Izzy thinks, it’s that he has a natural knack for beauty the likes of which is not often seen on these seven seas. He looks around at the strings and strings of lanterns which light up the deck like stars and feels … something. Something warm and healing and dangerous and terrifying. It’s in Jim’s smile as Frenchie and Oluwande help adjust one of Bonnet’s jackets for their more slender frame. Archie is arm wrestling with Black Pete and she has a nautical star on her wrist he’s never noticed before. Even their Captain is here, helping Wee John pin some accessories to a dress more bold and glittering and blue than all the treasure in the world and Izzy feels- Izzy… feels…

“Like what you see?”

He jumps near out of his skin, hand flying to the hilt of his sword out of sheer instinct. But it’s just Lucius. He sneers as threateningly as he can muster, but he’s already lost this one. He just can’t get under the kid’s skin these days. And the little fucker knows it. Lucius smiles, sidling up to adjust his already, always, perfect tie.

“Looks like I gave you a bit of a fright. Getting soft, old man?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Woah, alright then.” He raises a cocky little eyebrow. “Getting hard. Have it your way.”

Izzy grits his teeth. “Twat.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He makes a sound, and that sound is pretty pathetic. He’d really done a number on himself with that bullet. He’d been much better at pushing it all down before. He’d have probably called them all something awful and stormed off to make himself useful, or sulk, or both. But for some reason, he’s still here, and he’s still here, and Lucius is still here looking irritatingly fine about everything. He has a little black stick of make-up between his fingers like a cigarette and something, some godforsaken thing compels Izzy to ask,

“What’s that?”

“Eyeliner.”

“I know it’s fucking eyeliner, I mean what’s-”

Lucius takes a chance, diving for Izzy’s face with the liner and doodling a quick little line and a curl and then he darts back to arms length with a grimace. Izzy’s hand was really far too close to his blade for that and his newly redrawn boundaries were maybe a bit too new for that and Lucius looked like he might finally be worried enough to be scared. When Izzy still hasn’t run him through or run off after a few seconds, he raises up a little cosmetic mirror like it’s part shield, part offering.

“It’s just- you know-” he stammers, “It’s just for fun.”

Izzy examines his reflection. He already has a moustache, but Lucius has taken it upon himself to draw him another one. A bigger one? A pantomime of one over his face. Christ, panto, that takes him back. He’d been a different person back then. A more fun one, for sure. A happier one, a safer one. He looks at himself in the mirror and raises an eyebrow, and imagines? - remembers? - both? - what it would look like to have another one drawn over the top so that someone could see it from up in the nosebleeds. He really fucking misses being seen.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Lucius blusters. “I’ll clean it off. It’s stupid.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Lucius stares.

Izzy stares back.

“Wait, really?”

Izzy swallows hard. He swallows down a lot of things. He pries his hand off the hilt of his sword and lifts both hands away from his body. An invitation. And if his hands shake while he does it, well, they all know better than to fucking say a thing about it.

Lucius moves more slowly this time. A little wary, a little gentle, like he knows what he’s being offered. Izzy focuses on not letting his stupid heart pound so hard it makes him dizzy as he feels the pencil drag down his cheeks and lips and forehead. A long stretch of fragile silence passes between them. He’s not sure exactly when he closed his eyes. Jesus. He almost doesn’t dare open them again.

“How do I look?” he asks at last.

“I think you look fabulous, darling.”

[transmasc-wizard]

i'll ask u about your blorbo connections if u ask me abt mine <33 (i was tagged by someone else </3) Very curious about crowley in particular

YAYAYAYAY also I just realized we were tagged by the same person whoops. anyway

this is going to be just like heavily implied traumadumping on main btw but I've been in various stages of a breakdown for over 6 hours so i deserve it actually :3

BLORBOS:

tim stoker: anger issues. has lost some shit in the past. dresses atrociously. uses humour to mask how genuinely dysregulated they are. cares so deeply for people it drives them up the wall. bisexual

nico di angelo: happy queer child thrown starkly awake by a traumatic truth at a young age and becomes closed off confused manipulated and angry for several years only to find good supportive people who help him back on track (but he is still ill) (and that will probably not go away). also I took his name

eleanor shellstrop: sooooo scared of being left behind. so so scared. also, not entirely sure how to be a good person, but she wants to. kind of naturally mean and prickly and insults people out of love but is working on being nicer. (also side note I'm SOOOOO chidi coded too)

carlos: I have autism I like science he probably has autism (to me he does) and likes science and also we are both very quick at adjusting to weird shit if we find it interesting

L: why he talk like that. why he sit like that

michael shelley: trusted the wrong people 👍 changed a lot 👍 became a little fucking UNHINGED ! afterward 👍

crowley: it's the "let's leave behind everything else. I don't give a shit about the world I only care about you. we are on our own side against everything. we're a team. i love you, i dont have to say it, you know. you dont have to say it, i know you do too. please please please let me protect you please don't let them hurt you like they hurt me. wait please don't leave me why are you leaving me why are you choosing them. we're a team. I love you. i say it. say it back. why aren't you saying it back. why do you only want me how i used to be. I've changed so much. it wasn't on purpose. please love me this way. i love you. please. woah silly fashion sense :3" for me <3 does that satiate ur curiosity

martin: there is this pit of loneliness deep in your chest and it has probably always been there but now it will not go away and it consumes you, it swallows you whole. you are surrounded by people and surrounded by love but that pit has teeth and it tears you to shreds and all anyone else can do is watch. and yet, the love helps. it helps enough to hold on. that pit is inside you but it is not you. it hurts so much. it hurts because you're still alive. also bullshits skills and no one notices + homosexual + glasses :]

jinx: abandonment issues, anger issues, social awkwardness, intense mood swings, needs to be good enough to keep, unnatural hair colours <3

[ohshi-kaboom]

TAG GAME TAG GAME

THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING ME IN THE TAG GAME BLOOPER!!

Lets start shall we? HEHEHEHEHEHE

-Never had any animals, except Molly ( BIG DOG RUFF RUFF), had to give her away because my grandma and my dad are haters.

-uhhhh baked goods, i like baking a lot. Also, my mom's KILLER potato cream,,,soup,,,?

-I speak English (WOAH), Spanish, a tiny smidge of norwegian (still learning), an even smaller amount of french (Gave up) andd im gonna start learning ASL soon. Can you tell i like languages?

-I work in a Dogs Hotel, working with dogs is fun and (not surprisingly) a pain in the ass.

-I'm starting to practice my tattooing abilities. It's not that good, but i dont really care.

Anywho, that's all from me ;) i gotta get back to baking. The dough has been resting for like,,, 45 minutes over the resting time

(I am NOT sorry for the tags. My mom told me that i needed to socialize 😋) @murdermilk-online @dronebiscuitbat @jooseralt @thecosmiccrow @spero11 @hate4buzi (perhaps i am a lil bit sorry for the tags whoops)

Tag game because I want to know you better !

-Do you have a pet ?

-Comfort food ?

-How many languages do you speak ?

- Random fact about yourself

-Something you’re proud of

To begin this little tag game, I’ll tag @ebony-reine-vibes @freddie-77-ao3 @newobsessioneveryweek @thehaikuman and @miraclesnail

I hope the questions aren’t boring and love you all 😘

[thewarriorspecial]

The Order of Things

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Teen | John Stewart/Wally West

Additional Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Tropetember, Tropetember 2022

Wally kisses like a lightning strike and it knocks John's priorities out of order.

Strangers to Lovers at Flash speed. 0 to 60 like a Porsche. Haha. Cuz Wally's a mechanic.

I'll see myself out.

John stalked down the halls of the watchtower as he tried to prioritize his problems in his head. With one half of the list being Sinestro and the other half Guy Gardner, it didn’t leave a lot of time for more personal issues. Issues like, when was the last time John had a chance to wash the regular clothes under his Lantern uniform? Or, when was the last time he actually got his hair cut instead of just shaving his head in the shower? When was the last time he had a beer with a friend, or dinner with someone pretty and smart?

He needed someone to bounce some ideas off of. He had collected a few samples of residue from a horrible new weapon Sinestro was developing. To cull the masses, keep control. Flash was some kind of scientist in real life, and John was ready to bet good money he could come up with some way to counteract the Sinestro Corps attacks on their latest planetary victim. Or maybe like, he could just drop Flash on the planet and then he’d could wave his arms around and just…suck the chemical fog out into space. One of those cool superhero solutions that didn’t require a STEM degree. Really, John was open to suggestions. 

He smiled to himself, “Heh,” he thought, “Suck. Just suck the planet clean.” There was a good joke in there and when it arrived he was going to tell Mogo, immediately. He added that thought to his mental list of Other Things that could be dealt with after Sinestro and after Gardner. In that order.

John rounded the turn that split between the security room and the rec room. He followed the sound of cartoons and plastic crinkling to where Flash was stretched out over two office chairs even though there was a perfectly good couch, right there.

“Flash,” John boomed, “I need you in the lab. The Sinestro Corps has begin devel—“

“Woah, buddy. At ease,” came the unfamiliar voice. Come to think of it, the face is a bit unfamiliar up close as well; the jaw is a bit more square, eyes are green and not blue. 

John’s head tilts to the side as he considers this person he thought he knew, “Uh, I was…”

“Nah,” the man says, opening his mouth and devouring a fistful of mini candy bars like a snake, “We don’t tell Flash what to do, ok chief?”

“Did…do you even chew?”

“Super speed. ‘Sides, I never choke,” Flash says as his hands blur around the many candy wrappers until their in a tight little ball. He raises his arms over his head and with an elegant flick of his wrist, sends the abused plastic hurtling into the nearest garbage can, dead center. He makes a sound that’s more like a dog’s bark than a whoop of excitement.

“So, you’re Flash. Not the Flash.”

Flash’s forehead wrinkles with frustration and he purses his lips, “Hm, lemme check.” John is suddenly engulfed in a wind tunnel, feeling his feet slide backwards with the force. Papers scatter off of tables, blinds clatter, people gasp in the hallway, and an entire tray of cookies vanishes. John Stewart, in his skintight uniform and close cropped hair appears untouched by the superhuman force that spun around him. 

Flash appears where he originally stood and the maelstrom dies down, “Yup, definitely the Flash,” he smirks as he bounces on his toes. 

“How am I supposed to tell you two apart, then?”

Flash barks a laugh, “For one, I’m funny. Two, bam!” Flash exclaims, pointing two long-boned fingers at his crotch. John refuses to look down. “Check the belt,” Flash says and John still refuses to look down. Flash clicks his tongue, “Whatever, I seen you lookin’, “ he grins again. 

“I guess I call you Flash as well, then?” John asks, fighting the smile that wants to settle across his face. He’s not sure why. Old habits, maybe. Wait, did…Flash imply…Is he flirting? He’s not—he not wrong, it’s just—

“You could,” Flash croons, stepping unnecessarily close and shaking John’s extended hand, “but my friends call me Wally.” He turns his big green eyes up at John then, and flashes a dazzling smile.

“Alright. I’m John,” he says, swallowing hard. His mouth was suddenly dry. Yes, Flash—Wally—is definitely flirting. 

“So we’re friends, then?” Wally asks, gently running his thumb over the back of John’s hand. He still hasn’t let go.

“I mean—“ It seemed all of John’s game had been sucked away in Wally’s wind tunnel. Was that a Flash thing? Could they do that? Some sort of mind effect? 

Wally’s eyes trail down John’s body. When they snap back up to meet John’s, he runs the tip of his tongue over the bottom of his teeth, “You don’t wanna be my friend, John?” 

“Uh, yup. Yes,” John corrects, trying to clear his throat. “That would be good, yeah.”

John feels the air around them crackle and the hair on his arms stands up. Wally pulls his hand out of the handshake and it settles on John’s shoulder. Wally’s other hand rests at the back of John’s neck. John’s skin tingles. The air starts to smell like…chlorine? He’s sure he can taste blood or metal where his tongue is pressed to the roof of his mouth. John reaches out one curious hand, resting it on Wally’s waist. He feels Wally’s entire body subtly vibrating. He can feel stinging at the tips of his fingers and the heel of his palm where they first make contact. 

Wally leans in, sparks jumping from his lips to John’s just before they touch. When Wally kisses him, it’s warm. It’s nice. A languid press, more than a quick peck but much too quick to satisfy. John’s chest clenches up as he feels a hot rush of energy slice down through his body and out of his right foot. For a moment, his body vibrated at the same frequency as Wally’s and he could hear something buzzing in his head. All too soon, Wally’s pulling away leaving John suddenly cold and still. 

“Later, bestie,” Wally grins again, and then he’s gone, leaving just a red streak and the smell of ozone in his wake. 

“Well,” John thinks, “okay.” He’s still standing there, head tilted slightly to the side, arm still extended, fingers still encircling the body that had been there just a moment ago. He shakes out his hands, rolls his shoulders, and considers his hands for a moment. He’s the only Lantern that doesn’t wear the uniform gloves. Could that be how Wally was able to effect him so quickly? His shield absorbed most of the shock but the sensations remained. “Did I almost just die? How much power can he put out? That’s kinda hot,” John thinks. 

Nah. It’s the bare hands. That must be the reason, he decides as he resumes his walk around the Watchtower. 

In his mind, John takes the battered little post-it note that says ‘dinner with someone nice’ and moves it to the top of the list. Dinner with Wally, joke for Mogo, Sinestro, Gardner. In that order.

A/N: This is absolutely my most favorite short piece, my favorite John I've written, and my favorite Wally I've written. I love Wally and his powers and bringing those mechanic details--I get to use my life experience for those! (the skills not the powers, ha, I wish.) Thanks for reading! <3

[candiliam328]

perhaps a hot take but... i dislike that season 2 opening scene where five's siblings suddenly have upgraded powers. like i really really dislike it. whatevenwasthepointofthat

[blazingstarship]

I wish I have never watched the series

[thisismysecondrodeo]

“Love is a gamble we play and you’ve got much safer odds” - Ted Lasso x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (FINAL)

AN: The final chapter! Once again, thanks to @lassoposting for this request. Ted x Reader was new for me but was a lot of fun to write so I hope I did it justice! I originally thought angst would resolve in Part 2 and this would be mostly fluff but uhhhh its really more like hurt/comfort whoops lol. Thanks for reading!

Rating: General

Tags: Henry Lasso, Michelle Lasso, Coach Beard, Jealous!Reader, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels, Beard’s got your back, Hurt/Comfort

Part 1 | Part 2 | Fic masterlist

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You thought about texting Beard as you shut the door to your apartment ready to crawl back into the cocoon of sadness you’d been developing over the past few days. It felt childish to wallow like that but you had let yourself fall and that was what happened. You didn’t text anyone; instead, you set your phone to ‘do not disturb’ again and alternated between thinking you deserved the hurt and letting yourself be angry that Ted had let you down so badly. Of all the things you had thought of that could go wrong on Henry’s trip—and you had thought of many—Ted getting back together with his ex-wife had never crossed your mind. 

Because your phone was on do not disturb you were surprised when there was a knock at the door. Maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised to see Ted, maybe deep down you were hoping he’d show up, but unfortunately, he’d caught you in the midst of nothing but anger. You didn’t say anything as the door swung open, just gestured for him to come in and shut the door before making your way back to the couch. 

“HI baby,” Ted greeted you, his voice soft with worry. 

Baby? BABY. You didn’t think you could be more upset but “baby” unleashed a whole new level of hurt. You wanted to suggest that he should only be calling Michelle that, but instead, you said nothing, and Ted shifted on his feet not sitting down. Not crowding you. Just waiting. 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s going on here? You, uh, seemed real upset at the park and I haven’t heard from you…” 

“Yeah, well I haven’t heard from you either,” you stated. You were trying your best for neutral, unaffected. Part of you felt like he didn’t deserve your anger, but the other part still wanted this to be salvageable. You loved him and he hurt your feelings, it happened. But, God, the embarrassment of explaining why you were even upset to begin with, the fact that he didn’t notice. 

Ted took a deep breath. “I know. I know. We haven’t really gotten a chance to ourselves and I know you know that I never would have kept Michelle coming from you. I genuinely didn’t know she was feelin’ the way she felt about it all and—”

“And that’s why you’re getting back together. I get it. Whatever. You’ve got a family, I guess it was silly of me to think this was ever going to be more.” 

“Woah hold on now.” Ted held his hands up defensively and edged closer. “Who said anything about—” 

“‘Divorce is so much harder than I thought it would be,’” you quoted and he cringed as if you had hit him. “The canceling of plans. The excuse you made for me at the park, that I didn’t need by the way, just to what? Keep me from Henry? Make sure Michelle knew nothing was going on between us? God, Ted, where is she even staying, huh? I feel so fucking stupid.”

Ted was gaping at you while you spoke but nothing slowed the words tumbling from your mouth. Now that you’d let out a bit of anger it continued to pour like steam from a pressure cooker. When you were done, he sat beside you stiffly. He moved an arm like he might reach for your hand, but thought better of it. 

“Darlin’. Y/N. I wish you would have told me. I…All this time I thought I was doing the right thing by you. I thought when you left the bar you were overwhelmed with meeting Henry. I wanted to, ya know, give ya space before you even had to ask. Give ya an excuse for not bein’ ready…And I thought I was doing the right thing by Michelle because SHE’S been overwhelmed with basically bein’ a single parent and I guess I felt like I’d be making it up to her this week—”

“Yeah, I’m sure she has.” As soon as the words left your lips you knew it was petty and unfair. You wanted to suck in your derision. You weren’t the type of person to blame the other woman for what the partner had fucked up. And yet. 

“Don’t,” Ted said quietly, not unkindly but seriously. He stood up from the couch and stepped away. “You know, I can admit that I may have messed up these past few days, that I read some things wrong. Did too much on account of how my, uh, well, my marriage failed in the past. And I’m very sorry. Very. But you knew I had a family, you knew this would take some work and I just…I guess I just wish you could be a little more understanding.” 

That stung and your face didn’t hide it. You didn’t respond and Ted waited an awkward amount of time for you to say or do anything but you just turned away and burrowed deeper into the couch. Eventually, he sighed and left and when the door closed you wept. 

-

You had never, not once, missed Reverse Book Club since its inception, but today, the day after your blowout argument with Ted, you were strongly considering it. But you knew Beard would come looking anyway, so it made more sense just to get it over with. You picked up the book you hadn’t touched since that day in the park and made your way to the Crown & Anchor. 

Beard took one look at you and sat down Red, White, and Royal Blue , taking a long sip of his beer and waiting for you to say something. You had planned to say nothing, per the rules of Reverse Book Club, no matter what had happened before, no matter how much you had come to rely on Beard’s sage words. When you didn’t start talking, the older man prompted you. “You’ve been crying.” 

And it was his soft tone, the concern and lightly restrained anger underneath that made your resolve crumble like biscuits. Tears were escaping before you said your first word, and once you opened your mouth you couldn’t stop. Beard listened intently, offering only a sigh here or a nod there and your eyes were too blurry with tears to read him well. When you finished he didn’t say anything, just nodded, patted your hand gently, and nudged your book toward you before picking up his own. You thought you had wanted a pep talk, but upon realizing you wouldn’t get one you were so thankful to just turn into your book, turn into yourself, and let the sadness sit. 

A few hours after Reverse Book Club ends you get a text from Ted asking if you can come over. It makes you a little nauseous, then a little angry that he’d make you come to him to get formally broken up with, and then underneath it all a little hopeful, a little lighter now that you’d heard from him. You tried not to rush to him, to cushion everything over and make up, but it only took you 20 minutes to get there and knock at his door. 

You weren’t sure what to expect on the other side but were surprised that as Ted opened the door with one hand, he was pulling you into his chest with the other. He held you tightly and tears threatened at the corners of your eyes but never fell. You noticed as he released you and led you into the kitchen that the flat was quiet, it was just the two of you there. And just Ted and Henry’s shoes lined up in the doorway. 

Ted pulled a chair out for you and then for himself, sitting closely so that his knee was touching yours. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly cut him off, surprising the both of you.

“What happened? I mean, what changed? That’s…that’s the first time we’ve touched in a week.” You asked, a little brokenly. 

Ted smiled softly. “I know, I’ve felt like my skin was itchin’ not holdin’ you every night.” 

You wanted to smile but you needed him to be serious now, not cute. You needed to know where you stood and he caught on to that quickly and continued to answer. 

“But really—Beard came by here after Reverse Book Club and, uh, told me what’s what. Knocked some sense into me, almost literally I might add.”

“What did he say? How much of a sad sack I was?”

“No, he told me what a fool I’d been trying to people-please anyone and everyone all the time and that no one was going to be happy with the outcome, not you, not Michelle, and definitely not me. Because I was about to run you off and he just got into Red, White, and Royal Blue so I better not mess up book club.”

That time you did smile, touched by Beard’s friendship. 

“After that, I had a good long talk with Michelle about what was goin’ on. She seemed confused why you weren’t around more like she had expected you to be. She had no idea she was the reason and when I admitted how badly I had screwed up, I got quite the earful. And it's especially embarrassing because I know you. Just as well as I think you know me. And I should have been able to figure all this out on my own, but it took my best friend and my ex-wife to make me realize I was causing pain to the person that is the best partner I’ve ever had the pleasure of callin’ mine.” 

Ted took your hand and you let him as you let his words wash over you. 

“God, I was so, so mad at you Ted.” 

“I know. I know and I deserve it. And I understand if there’s no coming back, but I just had to try. I asked Michelle to take the little man to her hotel for a while and maybe out for ice cream or somethin’ so we could talk and when she drops him back off she’s gonna go do some solo sightseeing. And I thought maybe we could…” 

Ted pulled out the Lego set you had bought to do with Henry, the Lego Starry Night that had been incredibly hard to come by. You found yourself caught on the small phrase Ted had slipped in: her hotel . The idea of Michelle staying here, of them getting back together was the foundation of your belief that this was all over. You were glad it wasn’t the truth. Glad that Ted felt remorse over how much he had hurt you. And most importantly you had never stopped being head over heels with the silly American. 

“Now before you go acceptin’ my apology or breakin’ up with me, either of which is well within your right, I just want to state succinctly and for the record: I have been a big ol’ idiot assuming what everyone around me wants instead of just listenin’ to what they’re sayin’. I’m so sorry I hurt you sweetheart and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again.” 

You smiled at him, a real smile, and asked, “and what do you want Ted?”

“Oh well, that’s easy. I want you a part of my life and a part of this family for as long as I can have you. What do you say Y/N?”

You leaned forward and held his face in both hands, locking your eyes on his, your lips just a whisper apart. “I say I love you very much.” 

You kissed him and it felt like coming home. Like resolution and heartbreak. Like coffee and biscuits and promises. It felt like only a moment, but you knew the two of you had lost yourselves in catching up on affection when you heard a knock at the door. You broke apart as it swung open, a giddy and slightly sticky Henry barreling through. 

“Y/N’s here! You should have come for ice cream.”

You laughed, pulling Henry in for a big hug. “Sorry I couldn’t make it kiddo, buuuuuut I bought you something.” You pick up the Lego set from the kitchen table and Henry’s eyes go wide. “I thought it was something we could do together. Your dad told you I work in an art gallery right?”

Henry nodded, a huge grin spread across his ruddy cheeks. “That’s so cool. The Legos and the art gallery…I think. What do you do at an art gallery?”

Henry was already pulling you to the living room to start building as you told him about your job. Ted was having a quiet conversation with Michelle at the door and you purposely tried not to listen in but couldn’t help but catch her saying, “tell her I’m sorry.”

Ted joined the Lego revelry in the living, quickly putting himself in charge of sorting while Henry built and you instructed. It was a smooth operation with lots of giggles and stories intermixed. You caught Ted’s eye as you put down the instruction, taking a break to bring something up. 

“You know, there’s an exhibit opening at the gallery tomorrow. It’s, uh, comic book art—maybe that’s something you’d be into?”

Henry was already bouncing. “Can we Dad? Me, you, and Y/N?”

“I think that’s a great idea, bud!”

“Don’t forget your mom, she might want to come too,” you added casually as you picked the instructions back up, but you didn’t miss Ted’s inquisitive look. But you meant what you said and when Henry readily agreed you smiled at Ted and he smiled back. 

“And then dinner with Uncle Beard?” 

“Yeah that’s a great plan kid,” you answered before building began again.

<- Part 1 | <- Part 2

[rek1s-headband]

hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

[captainaikus]

THE gojo satoru with a lactation kink? mind to elaborate pls 👀👀 (for science purposes obviously)

Tags : Lactation kink, consensual somno.

Satoru doesn’t know much about childbirth. Sure he studied biology, but when it’s real it’s different. The man who drew Nanamin a penis, is the same man who is gonna be the father of your child. So science is more like a joke to him.

He discovers more about your body apart from the obvious when you show pregnancy symptoms along with changes that occur in the next 9 months. After you’ve begun lactating, there were a lot of ruined bras and t shirts. So you took the simple option out : just go shirtless. Satoru does have restraint, but when he sees beads of milk forming at the tip of your leaking nipples, he is curious about it. He first squeezes your tits and feels how heavy and full they are. He accidentally squeezes it and causes a spurt of milk to come out.

“Yaaabe bikirishita!! Mochi!! You saw that didn’t you?!” he’ll say with excitement.

So it starts off on an immature note. But then, he gets into it and is curious to know what your milk tastes like. He sees you sleeping on your side (cause of the baby), without a shirt, ruining the beets by staining them with your milk. He slowly gets up from his spot, making sure to not wake you up. Coming to your side of the bed, he eyes the dripping white liquid from your nipple. And before he knew it, he crouched down and took one of them into his mouth.

The flavor was sweet and light. Not too strong. As he suckled harder, wanting more, you woke up.

“Sato - kun?” You said sleepily in a soft voice.

“Hai Mochi?” He says in a raspy tone as he pulled away from your tits.

“Nanishiteruno?” You asked as your eyes fully opened.

“Your milk is so sweet Mochi. If only I knew sooner” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. It didn’t take much to understand what he wanted and what would be happening that night.

Yaabe : Woah, whoops

Bikirishita : That surprised me!

Nanishiteruno : What are you doing?

[baby-bearie]

maybe

jj maybank x reader

tags: @sunflowermotel @maybe-maybanks @katie-avery @howdyherron @yelyahryan

a/n: who am i, two fics in one week? i have a lot of free time and a lot of obx ideas. i haven’t been feeling the greatest about my body lately, so out of that this was born. you’re all beautiful, please remember it. this was not beta read.

warnings: swear words?

Mirrors sucked. 

You stood in front of one, tugging at the bikini bottom, trying to pull it higher up your waist so it could cover more of your stomach. It didn’t work. 

You let go of a heavy sigh and turned to the side to look at yourself. You poked and prodded at every inch of skin, every freckle, every imperfect piece of you, wishing to whatever was up there that they could magically make it all disappear before the boys got here. You suck a breath in, hoping it’ll flatten out your stomach. And it does, temporarily. You admire your handiwork before letting the breath out and crashing back into reality. A reality where JJ’s already knocking at your door. 

You turn at the sound of two pounds on the door, but he’s already barging into your room. “Dude, we gotta go, everyone else is outside- woah!” He half-yells, and thinking he’s surprised for all the wrong reasons, your arms immediately wrap around yourself. “Look at you!” He’s grinning now, why is he grinning? Does he think you look funny? He’s going to say something, he will, he’ll say something about how skinny your arms look in comparison to the rest of you. He’s going to say something about how your thighs look, or your stomach. You look at him, bracing yourself for whatever insecurity he’ll hurl at you, whatever imperfection he finds disgusting, you pray it’s something you already see in yourself, not a new piece of you to worry about-

“Damn, Y/n, when did you get hot?” JJ leans up against your doorway, and his eyes are blown wide open. 

You do your best to make a genuine laugh, tell him to shut up, and then push past him and out of the house, rapidly trying to wipe away the wetness building up in your eyes. You smile at the everyone else in the van before crashing into Kie’s lap, your regular spot. 

“You good?” She whispers. She recognizes the shade of red your cheeks are. Her face has been that shade of red before. 

You nod, sending her a tight-lipped, barely convincing smile. She nods reluctantly. 

The boys are loud as hell, but you’re not paying attention to anything they say. You don’t even notice when John B’s calling your name. “Y/n?”

You turn towards him, his hand is outstretched towards you from outside the van door. Kiara waits for you to take his hand and climb out of the van before she makes her way out. 

You stretch for a second before realizing how exposed you are in Kiara’s bikini, immediately shrinking yourself back up again. JJ shoots you a look. “What was that all about?”

“What?” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone destretch that quick.” “It’s just good reflexes, JJ.” “Yeah?” JJ shoots toward you, and before you can shove him away his hands are dancing across your sides, fingers moving quickly to tickle you. “How are your reflexes now? They still good there?” 

You gasp for breath, pushing your hands at his, but he’s relentless and before you know it, he’s got you over his shoulder. 

“Alright, ladies, let’s go!” He yells, completely ignoring you pounding on his back as he steps onto the boat. 

Pope, Kie and John all share a look. “I swear, it’s like we’re all third wheeling around them,” Pope complains. 

JJ swings you down onto the boat, and you collapse on the side, the blood that rushed to your head making you dizzy. He plops down next to you, and John begins to speed up a little. 

Kie hands you a beer, which JJ plucks right out of your hands. In turn, you wack him and he shrugs in defense. 

“Chill, we’ll share.” 

Kiara hands you another one, because the last time JJ said he’d share a beer with you, he ended up completely wasted and you ended up way too sober. 

You can’t help but admire Kiara for a minute. You’ll never understand how some people can look like that in a bikini. The way her hair falls around her shoulders, the dip in her back. Perfect. All of it. You look back down, covering up your legs with your hands. You can’t look at her more.  The lump in your throat is back. 

John B has stopped the boat now, and is arguing with Pope over something you don’t understand. Kiara is completely uninterested, and is lying face-up, her hand draped over her forehead. Every minute or so she groans and tells them to shut up.  JJ picks up his legs and plops them on top of yours. 

“JJ-”Shhh, I’m tired. Did you know your mom made me do like half of your dishes before she let me come get you? I mean, I love your mom, don’t get me wrong, but do I look like a dishes type of guy?” 

“Yes, JJ, you do.” “What?” “Do you think she would ask you to do the dishes if you didn’t look like a dishes guy?” Your speech is slurred. You’re not drunk, but the sun is making it really hard to keep awake right now. “Maybe I am a dish type guy, but the second she starts thinking I look like a laundry type of guy, you can shove me right off this boat.”

You lean towards him to whisper, “Then it’s a good thing you look like a laundry guy,” before you push him straight off the boat. Kiara whoops and John B laughs, but Pope goes over to the side to see him come up. “Hey, guys? I don’t see him,” Pope backhands your shoulder, to get your attention. You stand to see what Pope’s looking for, and John B joins you. 

“Shit, JJ, get up, get up,” John mutters next to you, and Kiara groans. 

“He’s being dramatic, you dumbasses. Stop enabling him.” 

JJ pops out of the water suddenly, gasping for air. He’s struggling and you don’t know how to help. “JJ!” you shout, Kiara sits up now, and Pope is searching for something to throw him. 

He reaches a hand towards you, and without thinking about who exactly you’re “rescuing”, you grab his hand. 

You crash into the water with a simple tug of his arm, and Kiara groans in frustration. Pope chucks the life vest he found at JJ, who is laughing his ass off. You both climb back onto the boat, before you shove him off another time, just for fun. 

He takes his seat next to you again, but this time he wraps a foreign arm around your waist. You tense at the contact, and without even knowing you’re doing it, you suck in your stomach. Maybe if you do that, he won’t notice how unshapely you are. How different your body is from girls like Kie. 

He does notice. He gives you a confused look. “What the hell did you just do?” 

He catches you by surprise, and you tilt your head to look at him, eyebrows quirked. You put down your beer. “What?”

“I said, what the hell was that?” 

You shake your head in confusion, you don’t know why his voice is raising. “You just did something to your stomach, I could feel it, it got, fuck, i don’t know, less there? What the hell did you just do?” 

“JJ, I seriously don’t know what you’re-”Don’t fucking lie to me, y/n, you know what I’m talking about.” “JJ, please it’s not a big deal.” “No, I think it is!” He’s standing now, and shouting too. John B stands up at the same time Pope does, Kiara follows. 

“We’re just gonna-” “Yeah, you two need some-” “Privacy.” 

All three are off the boat now, swimming further away. 

“It is a big deal, Y/n! What was that?” His voice is a little bit softer now. “I’m sorry, I just, I,” You stand up. You struggle to find the words, and the lump in your throat is bigger than ever. 

“You what?” There’s a fire burning in JJ’s eyes. You’ve rarely seen that look in JJ’s eyes, but it’s a look you know too well. He’s furious. 

“You just, you put your hand on me like that, and I didn’t want you to think, you would have thought ,” You start out strong but your voice wavers at the end. JJ tilts his head, pleading you to go on. “You would have forgotten that you thought I was hot. You would’ve thought I was,” you pause, gulping, “ugly.” You cross your arms over yourself.

JJ’s face falls. “What?” His whisper is tiny.

“I know it’s stupid, but-“Y/n.”

“With a body like Kie’s around, I-“Y/n.” His voice is pleading with you.

“You would’ve realized how much better she looks in- “Stop it.”

You have no idea when he got so close to you, but his hands are pinning your arms to your sides. “Y/n. Stop.” “I-”

He rolls his eyes now, putting a hand over your mouth. “You don’t ever shut up, I swear.” He laughs. 

He lets you go, but grabs your hand and helps you onto the back of the boat, up onto the edge. 

He nods towards your reflection in the water. “Look at that. That’s you. What are you looking at?” 

You nod and take a deep breath. “Me.” “Stop it, idiot, what are you looking at?” 

You sigh, “I don’t like it. I don’t like what I’m looking at. Look at my legs, J. Look at how big they look. Look at this, JJ! Look how my stomach looks! I look- “And we’re stopping now. You wanna know what I’m looking at?” 

“No.” “Suck it up, I’m gonna tell you anyways. I’m looking at a super hot, badass chick who will do anything to get whatever the fuck she wants. I am looking at the most insane girl I’ve ever met. You’re fucking insane, you know that? You were insane when you jumped on Rafe Cameron to protect us, you were- you were really fucking insane when you flashed the police to get us out of that motel, but, y/n, I swear to fucking god, you are straight up bat shit crazy if you think you’re not the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. This is all fucked, Y/n. All of it. Don’t go around driving me crazy like this and fuck it up even more.”

“JJ, why are you saying these things to me?” 

“Because you’re calling yourself shit that you’re not. Lie to yourself as much as you want, but you’re not lying to us. You don’t lie to your pogues. That’s a rule.”

“Is that all?” You’re not sure where the confidence comes from, but maybe it’s from JJ, the guy you’ve had a crush on since you found out what a crush was, calling you “a super hot badass”. 

JJ smirks. He bites his lip, smiling at the ground before he meets your eyes again. 

“Maybe not.” 

“Yeah?”

“Maybe I kinda see you as more than a friend.”

“Maybe I kinda see you as more than a friend, too.” 

“You know, just, like, a possibility, if we were to both feel that, what happens now?” He looks happy, ecstatically happy, but there’s a little bit of fear behind his eyes. He’s impossibly close to you now, just a half of an inch from your lips, which happen to be all he’s looking at. 

“Well, then, I mean there’s always the rules.” “Right, no pogue on pogue macking.” He mutters, but he’s barely paying attention, he practically says it against your lips.

“But this is only maybe.” You smile. 

And that’s all it takes, he presses into you, his fingers dip into your bikini bottoms, tugging you onto his lips. 

The second you’re kissing him, JJ reacts like he’s been shocked, his neck curves down to get an angle over you. 

“Hey, idiots! Can we come back on the- holy shit, he’s kissing her now, holy shit!” You hear Pope yell, followed by John B and Kiara’s chorus of, “seriously, you couldn’t have waited til later?”

JJ reaches around you to flip them off, but the movement makes you jump, causing both of you to lose your balance and crash into the water. 

You hear laughter when you resurface, and JJ is looking at you with a fire in his eyes that you don’t remember ever seeing before. 

“You know, maybe I love you.” 

[softcallofdutyimagines]

More Then a Woman | Frank Woods x Fem!Reader | Chapter 4

Summary:

Alex tries to get Woods to open up on why he's been acting so... odd lately, and Woods proves himself to be emotionally intelligent and self aware

Tags: Slow burn, fluff

Chpt 1 | Chpt 2 | Chpt 3 | Chpt 5 |Warnings: strong except language and some age difference, in case you don't like that

BAM BAM BAM

Mason fires off three shots in rapid succession, all of them hit a perfect headshot on the paper dummy. He whoops in disbelief, removing his earmuffs to brag to Woods.

“Damn, did you fucking see that?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, good shit Mason”, Frank agrees, yet he seems distracted.

Alex sneaks a glance at Frank’s shooting dummy to see it’s barely been touched. He looks back over at his friend. The Sargent smiles as though lost in a daydream, thoroughly cleaning and absentmindedly inspecting his gun over and over again. Mason cocks his head and waves a hand in front of Woods’ face.

“Hellooo”, he calls teasingly, “What’s the matter with you, huh?”

Frank blinks hard, giving his head a little shake, “Huh? The fuck are you talking about, I’m fine”, he blows off the question and readies his pistol down the firing lane, as though he were just taking a little break all along.

“Alright, that’s enough”, Alex puts his pistol down forcefully, adding his earmuffs to boot. “You wanna know something Frank? The real reason I brought you out here was because I was hoping you would open up, damn it! Look, you’ve been acting… not yourself. Ah! Let me finish! Anyway…”, Mason comes a little closer, taking on a more personal, concerned tone, “I’m worried about you man. I mean, we’ve known each other for how fucking long? Whatever it is, you can tell me, and I know you know that, so… What the fuck is holding you up?”

Frank spares a glance to the friendly hand resting on his shoulder, then back to the concerned eyes of his closest, and perhaps even only, friend. He shrugs Mason’s hand away, “It’s nothing man, come on”

“Oh, but it is something then?”, Alex takes on an accusatory tone that makes Frank bristle.

“I said, it’s fucking nothing”

“Frank!”

“What!”, Woods slams down his own firearm, turning his full attention to the conversation, “Why the hell do you need to know so badly anyway? I said it’s nothing, end of story! If anything, it’s fucking… stupid, so just drop it alright!”

“I care because I care about you, you bastard!”, Mason gestures aggressively to accentuate his point, but gives up soon after with a frustrated sigh.

But... Woods feels for his friend, and he appreciates the effort. Really, he does. It’s not often he has someone check in to see how he’s doing. Or… at all, really. He huffs a sigh and throws a look Alex’s way. Damn it…

“Fine. It’s about a girl, alright? You happy now?”, he looks away quickly, snatching up his firearm as though to get back to the target practice. Unfortunately, Alex has other plans.

He reaches across the divider and lowers Franks pistol from the shooting position, wearing a grin somewhere between bewildered and teasing. “Are you fucking serious? All this, for a girl?”

Woods immediately gets defensive, “Hey, fuck you! I-”

“Jesus Frank, calm down, will ya? I’m just… Well, surprised, I guess!”, he laughs, but in the disarming, good natured way that he’s so inclined towards. “Well don’t keep me in suspense, who is it? She must mean a lot to you to have you this bent out of shape, haha”

Frank thinks a moment, wondering if he should really give himself up like this… But then, he’s already in this deep, right?

“It’s… The secretary from the CIA headquarters…”, his voice is so low, it's more a dampened mumble than anything else.

Mason freezes, trying to decide if he heard him right.

“Frank… You can’t be serious.”, he leans in once more, taking on a now concerned, hushed tone, “I- Come on man, she’s just a kid. D-don’t you want a woman with a little more… experience, at least? I mean-”

Frank recoils at that, “Woah woah woah, what the fuck? Who the fuck said anything about that shit? It’s not like that!”

“Well ok, maybe life experience then! I don’t fucking know!”

“Look, will you stop trying to make me feel like shit?” What, you think I don’t already know all this? That I haven’t told myself about it a million fucking times!” Woods takes another breath, ready to spit out the rest of his speech. Instead, he uses it to steady himself, and calm down.

Come on… It’s just Alex.

“Damn it… Ok, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t think about her like that, ok? I-”, his voice drops to just above a whisper, his mouth working nervously, as though he’s afraid to admit what he has to say next. “I’m just so... lonely, damn it. I wish… I wish, I had someone like that around for just... company's sake, I guess? Someone who’s… sweet, and… gives a shit about me…. You know?”

Mason looks down, his face set in a look of sympathy, thinking back to his own happy life complete with his wife and son back home. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard this much emotion in Frank’s voice. “Yeah… I know…”

“Heh, but who gives a fuck. I mean, there’s no way she’d go for me, right?”, he huffs a humorless laugh. Frank goes silent for a long moment. It doesn't take his closest friend to see that everything he’s admitted to today weighs more heavily on him then one would even realize.

But suddenly, the despondency is broken. As though regretful to have been so vulnerable, he covers it up the Woods way, “Hey. If you fucking tell anyone I said this shit, I’ll fucking kill you”

He and Alex lock eyes, one with an unsure look of fear and the other one of dire seriousness. But, after he’s had his fun, Frank’s stern expression melts into a joking laugh. He gives Alex’s shoulder a playful shove, “Aw come on, I’m just messing with you! Let’s get back to the range, huh?”

Woods readies his shooting equipment again, and just before he puts on the earmuffs…

“Hey, Frank? ...Your secret is safe with me”, Alex smiles, earning a subtle one back from his friend.

“Heh, fucking softie…”

“You know what? Maybe... you could try talking to her, you know? I don’t really get it but… No harm in trying, right?”

Frank considers the advice. He’s serious, isn’t he? Well…

“Yeah, maybe…”

---

Frank looks at the double glass doors of the CIA offices, checking over his reflection one last time. He’s decided to take Mason’s advice… Today’s the day. He’s just going to go find you, try to not come off as a psycho again, and maybe ask you out to uh… coffee? Yeah, that’s what most people do, he thinks.

Last night, he ransacked his closet for this outfit. And wouldn’t you know it? Way, way back under the piles of shit, he found a nice, light grey dress shirt and some mostly polished leather shoes to go along with his good old jeans. Is this... ‘business casual’ or whatever the fuck? Hell if he knows, but he assures himself that it’s the effort that counts. He straightens the collar and smooths down the front, doing his best to ignore the way it hugs his abdomen just a bit too much for his liking.

He licks his thumb and swipes it once over each eyebrow, making sure to admire all the work he put in this morning. If anyone else saw him now, there’s a good chance they wouldn’t recognize him. Gone is the wild, fluffy mess of black hair, and instead he’s managed to slick it down into a respectable, controlled style. He even brushed and shaped up his beard, for Christ’s sake.

Well, no more fucking around, he supposes.

Frank takes a deep breath and pushes through the double doors. He wanders through the public section, then badges himself into the back offices. Now if he remembers correctly, he ran into you right about… down that way. Unfortunately, he only knows you by first name, thanks to that coffee shop place.

It’s a name that’s been playing back in his mind over and over again ever since that morning.

He’d never admit to it, but perhaps… only once or twice, he’s tested the way it sounds aloud. Just to hear it again. He knows he’s getting way too ahead of himself, but you know, if this were to ever work out… maybe another tattoo is in order. He brushes a hand absentmindedly over his left pec where even now his heart hammers away nervously.

It would be a fitting spot for the name of his girl…

A slow brigade of names on silver, engraved plates passes him by, until finally… There.

Your door is closed, but the sound of furiously fast typing tells him you’re in. He raises a hand to knock… Or, wait. Should he knock? Is that weird? Maybe he should just… come in? No no, that’s freaky as fuck… Right?

His thoughts are interrupted by the harsh ringing of your desk phone, which is silenced promptly as you answer. Damn it, now that he thinks about it, what should he even say? Fuck… he should’ve brought flowers or something, shouldn’t he? Fuck fuck fuck! He knew it, this was never going to work. Maybe he should just lea-

Suddenly, your door swings open. You shriek in surprise at finding another human being just on the other side, clapping a hand to your mouth as you correct yourself, only now realizing who it is. “Oh! Sarge- Um, Frank… I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you!”, you laugh, trying to break the tension that doesn't even exist.

No, right now, all he’s focused on is you...

The sound of your laughter washes over him, and once again he’s reminded of that warm, dream like summer breeze he felt with you not so long ago, back at the coffee shop. It almost makes him wish you would laugh at him more often… Just so he could hear that sweet, sweet sound. Today you’re wearing a pink pleated skirt and a tastefully ruffled blouse. Everything, from your shoes to the little touch of makeup, matches perfectly.

You look very… cute.

There’s a word he never thought he’d say….

Frank mutters something placating to reassure you that no harm’s been done, but it’s all he can do to stay upright. His face feels inordinarily warm, and he can actually feel his heart beating, no, racing, without even touching it. HE's almost sure he’s dying, and to make matters worse, he can’t recall ever having been made to feel this way before.

So, what the fuck is happening to him?

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(Uh oh, cliff hanger! Luckily, the next half is up!)

[bilgisticallykosher]

Not going to tag every side, even if they were technically all mentioned but. I'm. Very screaming still.

Pre-episode. Squealing, so much squealing. Remus. I'm just. Remus, but intense. Remus 💚 Anyway, I see Thomas looking horrified- OH ARE WE GETTING TO THE DREAM THING? Are we dealing with The Thing from DWIT??? Aaaaa. Also, Logan? I thought it was supposed to be Virgil. Hm.

Okay, let's- hnnnnnng content warning I happy flapped. Frick I keep squealing, the green smoke and the bear trap in the A of asides. Omg omg omg.  FORBIDDEN FRUIT! Is it two am or pm? Gasp! NICO! No Nico, don't jk the date, please. I'm begging you, I can't. (Edit: legendsgates told the server that it was Thomas who texted Nico, not vice versa.) Oh no, he slept through the text notif? Oh no. Logan! Oh, it's two pm. I mean, I figured because of sunlight, but. FFFF 69TH! *snicker* Thomas smirked, too.  

Ooh, daily schedule. Degree a couple degrees! Five am Thomas is a bastard. Logan is… very whelmed by all the Thomases. Oh boy, this schedule is… not going well. Snort. Don't mention it. You don't have the time. Did he schedule time for scheduling? That's a lot of alarms. 

ARM!!!! Oh is that a bear trap? Oh. Yup. Whoops, that's- oh. Nope. He's fine. Old?? Aging? NICO IN REAL LIFE OMFG AAAAH! HE HAS A FACE!!! Oh. Aging. Hm. Okay, so he bear trap was less physical, more like Remus is trapping Thomas's thoughts. Neat! Also I have to take a break right, now I cannot handle the dramatic music and his face omfg. Aaaaaaaah. Okay I'm good maybe. Oh! That's the face from the thumbnail, nice. Green light in his hair looks nice. 

Aw, Logan is concerned about him. He's a good boy. And yikes that's a lot of um. Filth. Is that a nail? "Muck" is- Remus, points for effort, but no, dear. I mean, only if you say it outloud, backwards. K-Cum. Okay, you know what? I'll allow it. 

Remus. Rearranging his sentence is less intimidating than you think. I think he's putting back(?) Caressing? A book of Broadway… something. "You couldn't turn anything on, if you tried." WOW, WAY TO BE WRONG, LOGAN. I mean. You know. Uh. I'm just holding this attraction for a friend, it's not mine-

Thomas looks resigned. Hmm. Shiny green notebook, nice. Does that say "call updog?" Mmm. Yep. Yep it did. Lot of Updog on there, on the other hand, Remus's handwriting is gorgeous, wow. Dinner with Updog (can't cancel that again) I may have injured myself laughing at some point. 

This. This is that point. Oh my gosh. Who. So freaking close. The freaking tension! Did they censor damn? Yeah, sounds it. FFFFF LOGAN. Janus and Logan wine moms confirmed. Oh my gosh. He just freaking rips the cork out with his teeth. Chug. There's, like so much tension in this episode. Predicting that the screw is him "screwing" with his mind? Yep, nothing. Hmm. What if I choke. Is that Remus's influence? Or Virgil's? "I'd be screwed" Ha! Oh, wow, Logan! Look how much you're putting Thomas's mental health first! Wonder what was on Remus's second list…

Okay what's going on with the roomba. Ayyyy, Intrusive Thoughts! He's so good in this, Logan. WHAT KIND OF RUBE GOLDBERG GARBAGE- oh, garbage disposal, wow this was well set-up oh my gosh, the drawing attention to the garbage disposal, the book he placed there. Never stack your knives on top of anything, guys! 

The little 'yes!' Oh. Oh. Um. Okay. Wow. "I don't care about the knife, but the soap!" You guys, no, this can't be canon help. Oh he's cleaning! Ohhhhh, eyepatch. Love it. This feels very reminiscent of Dealing With Anxiety way back when. But with more Remus! Oh no he got his string caught in his weiner.

Bratwurst, whatever. I bet that was not originally in the script. I.e., accident. Hey, Kingdom Hearts! I know he is. Thomas, Logan, or Virgil? The chords before "He said you're wanting to be more honest"!!!!! 

Cue freakout. Yeah, it's Virgil. Man if Remus keeps setting these things up, he's like a genius, the physics involved, geez. Oh. Well, listen, not all experiments work the first time. Oh nope. There it- nope. Hmm. Pink panther-esque? Um, sir that's glowing. Sir, that's a keyblade. Oh, Nico again. Coffee, he says, after guzzling wine. Puzzle? Cognitive distortions!!! "It was a stab" Virgil!!! Logan's such a good boy, oh my gosh, I can't. Yeah. Sounds pink panther. I beg your pardon??? Whomst? Love the 'ooh~' in there. Haha, just stops at Logan. Oh, he's trying to get to Logan- ffffff, Remus, oh my gosh. Okay, why are there text alerts but no new texts? Remus, did you wear his shirt while getting stabbed? Rude. Ha! Got an ad for Anxiety/stress, that's funny. Aw, ketchup. Logan how can you be so wrong? Ha! Solenium lycopersicum again. "Yes. You. Am." Help I love him so much. Nico napkin? It's not me, right? He's not contacting him? (Edit: It was me. 😔) Okay, so the thoughts are being very tied up into anxiety, with like being alone, but he's also obviously scared to take a step towards relationship? Maybe??? Man, Remus is so good at these things. Okay, also stress about someone being in his house? Just high stress in general, I gu- !!!!!!!!! Oh hi. 

No, Remus, your puppet is being mean- oh, no, that's the, he's just stabby. Mutual stabby? You have no idea how hard I'm looking at his eyeshadow right now.!!!! MUSIC??? Song? Oh, okay, cool. Ahhh, what your momma gave ya. Remus, omfg he's so pouty at lack of stabbing. It's not lost on me that the lighting is purple. WOW, Logan. Willing to see his merit. Squeak squeak flick. He's not pretending he doesn't- yeah. Oh tongue lollipop. What was in his ear??? That he ate???

Manicure on severed hand. Ignoring dummies for dummies. Aw, does Nico have a carrot next to his name? WOAH WHAT!!!! Holy crap, fandom was right-

WAIT ARE HIS EYES ORANGE NO WAIT NO. 

THEY ARE! 

No, I wasn't ready for this theory to be right! Idk if…… rage/anger/wrath is orange through Logan or if that's a Logan thing or if he's turning into orange, gosh, I,,, really hope not. Nico calling! Ohhhhh, Remus likes that. 

Ahhh, Nico. Aww they're cute. Wait, is Logan supposed to be angry at Thomas? Oh. I really liked Procrastination as orange, and. Hmmmmmm. Oh man. We got some. Good, yet heartbreaking Logan there. 

Oh my gosh. I'm like. Almost shaking. Oh my gosh. I like. Don't know what to think. Love that totally real phone convo, though with Hello Fresh. Aaaa, what even do I think?! I'm so concerned! On multiple levels! But aw, Nico. I'm reeling. That angry Logan changed everything. Squints that seems lot a lot of paprika. Nico date! Patton!!! Roman!!! Virgil!!! Aw, Logan. Rome didn't fall in a day. "He's giving him permission," WAIT HE'S ANGRY ABOUT THAT TOO??? Okay, Logan's calming down, being okay. OH NO OH NO OH NO THAT WAS HELLA COOL WITH JANUS BUT THE EYES!!!! Crap, orange is anger. Damnit. Chills.

ALSO I had a belated realization at about Janus being in the tree and freaked out about it all day so expect something on that soon.

[autumnsart22]

Oikawa x reader ch. 12

Sorry for the angst this chapter 🤭 Hope you still enjoy though!

Kuroo flicked me hard on the cheek. “Wrong again! Damn, this isn’t that hard.” 

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Chemistry is so boring!” 

Kenma looked up from across the table briefly from his game. “I wouldn’t say that, Y/n-san. Kuroo is a chemistry nerd. He loves it.” 

Bokuto laughed loudly in agreement, Akaashi snapping at him to get back to work. 

It was Sunday afternoon, and I sat at Kenma’s dining room table with Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma. Exams were coming up, and all of us were cramming as much studying in as possible. I had decided to tag along with the captains and setters of Fukurodani and Nekoma, knowing that they could help me with some of my work. 

I let out a pathetic moan, shoving my science homework aside. “I can’t! My brain is fried, it’s too much!” 

“Take a break,” Akaashi suggested. “Come back to it later.” 

I sighed, sliding out of my chair. “How about I don’t come back to it later?”

Kuroo chuckled. “I hope you know you’re never going to pass your chemistry exam, sorry.” 

I flipped him off, turning to Kenma. “Wanna play Mario Kart?” 

The Nekoma setter glanced up from his game, eyeing me. “Really?”

“Dude I love Mario Kart, why wouldn’t I want to play?” The long haired boy moved faster than I had ever seen. “Ok, I’ll set it up.”

Bokuto whined. “Akaaashiiii please let me play? I don’t want to write this anymore.”

Akaashi sighed. “Bokuto-san, you’re failing English. You need to study if you’re going to pass.” 

“But--!” 

“Fine, but only twenty minutes.” 

Bokuto whooped, and I covered my mouth to hide my smile. I noticed red staining Akaashi’s cheeks, and I glanced at Kuroo. The black haired captain was smirking as he surveyed the two Fukurodani players, and I resolved to ask him about it later. 

Bokuto and I raced to the living room, where Kenma sat cross legged on the rug. A few controls were already laid out, and I positioned myself next to Kenma. 

As we played, we got insanely loud, even Kenma. The short boy won every round, but I got kind of close on our third game, which caused him to start shouting louder than I had ever heard. Bokuto was the worst, flipping off the road more than actually driving and laughing giddily as he collided with other cars. 

After our fifth round playing, I threw down my control in defeat. “Dammit Kenma, can’t you just let me win one??” He smiled a little. “No, definitely not.” 

“Are you guys done?” Kuroo called from the kitchen. 

I scrambled from my spot on the floor, grabbing Bokuto’s arm. “Time to get back to work!” 

The Fukurodani captain groaned but followed me back into the kitchen, Kenma trailing behind. 

As I took a seat at the table, my phone dinged. I pulled it from my pocket, feeling my stomach leap as I saw Oikawa’s name across the screen. I opened the message, smiling a little as I read it. 

Oikawa

Hey Y/n-chan! R u free this saturday? 

Y/n

Ya why? 

Oikawa

There’s apparently a big volleyball club party happening in the city

Y/n

Oh cool with all the local teams? 

Oikawa

Yeah, and its at this big club 😱

Y/n

Sure ill come :)

Oikawa

Do you have a ride? I can drive you

Y/n

R u sure? I can drive myself

Oikawa

No I want to drive u

Y/n

Haha ok if you say so

Oikawa

🤩

Ill pick you up at 6 on saturday

I laughed a little, setting my phone down, only to find everyone at the table staring at me.

“What?” I asked. 

“Who were you just texting?” Kuroo asked, and I blushed furiously. 

“No one.”

“Hm...right.” 

Before I could blink, Bokuto snatched my phone off the table, clicking the screen and reading the last text from Oikawa. 

“OHOHOOOO, Mr. Pretty Boy from the beach!” He yelled. 

“Seijoh’s captain?” Kuroo asked. 

I groaned. “Stoppppp, he was just asking about a party this weekend.” 

“Then why are you blushing so much, Y/n-san?” 

Everyone at the table laughed and I buried my burning face in my hands. 

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Apparently the party at the club was going to be huge, even bigger than the beach one. Karasuno was going, as well as Nekoma and Fukurodani. 

I debated for way too long on what I should wear, eventually facetiming Kiyoko for support. She was wearing a glittery gold cocktail dress, so I didn’t feel bad about wearing my skin tight black body con dress. 

I usually didn’t wear much makeup, but I ended up putting on shimmery eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lip gloss, dressing the whole look down by wearing my adidas sneakers. 

At 5:46, I was so nervous, I felt like I was going to puke. I paced around my room, tugging on my dress and second guessing everything I was doing. God, I needed to calm the fuck down. It was just Oikawa, and it wasn’t even like we were going alone. 

I looped my bag over my shoulder, jogging down the stairs. I snatched my phone from the charger on the kitchen table and scrolled through my snapchat. Kiyoko was already at the club, proven by a video on her story of Tanaka and Nishinoya dancing together in the middle of a crowd, lights flashing different colors in a confusing blur. 

As I clicked over to instagram, I heard a knock on the door and froze. I practically fell out of my chair as I scrambled over to the door, flinging it open. 

Oikawa leaned against the side of the house, dressed in jeans, black shirt with a matching black bomber jacket, a pair of glasses sliding down his nose. My heart thumped, and I pressed my hands together to keep them from shaking. 

“Hey,” I said, smiling. 

Oikawa looked up and froze, eyes wide. “Y-You-”  His gaze moved down my body, his lips partying slightly as he let out a breath. “You look great.” 

I bit my lip and laughed a little. “Thanks. You do too.” 

He raked his hand through his hair, looking slightly flustered. Clearing his throat, he smiled radiantly. “Are you ready?”

“Yup! How long is the drive?” We walked together to the car, and he opened the door to the passenger side for me. I tugged down my dress as I slid onto his leather seat, and Oikawa set up directions on his phone to the club. 

“How is the rest of the team getting there?” I asked. 

Oikawa shrugged. “No clue. I think most of them are hitching Ubers so they don’t have to worry about getting drunk.” 

“Very responsible,” I grinned. 

“Speaking of responsibility…” he whipped a joint and passed it to me with a lighter. I took it, sticking the end in my mouth, lighting it, and taking a large hit. “Hey save some for me!” He cried. 

As we drove, top down, we blasted Harry Styles at full volume. I stood up with my hands in the air, the night air whipping across my skin and making me feel like I was flying. 

It was a way shorter drive than I expected, but parking took forever. Cars were lined up all down all the surrounding blocks, and we had to find a spot a few blocks away. As we walked, Oikawa smoked the remainder of the joint and we poked fun at each other. 

As we approached the club, there was a line of people out the door and down the block. I groaned when I saw it, but Oikawa spotted Iwaizumi and a few other Seijoh players closer to the door, so we slid down the line to be with them. 

“Woah, Y/n, you’re looking fine as hell!” Yuda smirked. I felt Oikawa stiffen beside me, but I laughed out loud. 

“Thanks Yuda, that means a lot.” 

As we got closer to the doors, music echoed into the night, practically shaking the sidewalk. My adrenaline was spiking, and I bounced on my heels in excitement. 

Iwaizumi looked a bit more stoic, and I leaned over to him to whisper in his ear. “Hey Iwa, how are you doing? Is your mom ok?” 

Iwaizumi smiled and touched my arm, nodding. “Yeah, thanks for asking. She got back from the hospital yesterday, and she’s doing a lot better.”

“Oh that’s great to hear!” 

He nodded, and I looped one of my arms with his, the other with Oikawa on the other side. “I’m glad you guys are here with me,” I said, smiling. “I’m glad I met you.” 

“Aw, chibi-chan, no need to get so sentimental,” Oikawa smirked, poking my shoulder.

I pushed him lightly, but sighed. “I’m serious. I really thought that Aoba Johsai was going to be a terrible fit, but I’m so lucky to have you guys as friends.” 

I didn’t notice the slightly pained expression on Oikawa’s face, or the pitying one Iwa shot his friend, practically screaming friendzoned.

Iwaizumi ruffled my hair. “I’m happy you ended up coming to Seijoh and becoming our manager too. I wish you had joined earlier so we could have spent more time with you in high school.” 

Oikawa opened his mouth to add something, but we reached the front of the line. By that point, the music was so loud that we had to shout to be heard over it. The bouncers at the front waved us through after we showed our student IDs, marking us as part of a local volleyball team. Apparently one of the local players had rented out the entire club for this party. 

As I entered the club with Iwaizumi and Oikawa on either side, I was momentarily overwhelmed. The huge dance floor was covered with people, colored lights flashing wildly across their writhing figures, smoke hovering in a cloud over the entire scene. The music pounded so hard, it was like I was feeling it in my chest. 

My body automatically began to move, dragging me towards the mass of people. I grabbed Oikawa’s hand, pulling him along behind me as we entered the chaos. 

“Call on Me” by Starley and Ryan Riback began to pound through the speakers, and I jumped up and down wildly, holding Oikawa’s hands and laughing until I was practically wheezing. 

“Y/n-chan?!” I looked over to see Daichi and Suga emerging from the crowd, both of them looking a little breathless. I laughed giddily and hugged both of them, still dancing to the music. Oikawa also reintroduced himself, which was a little awkward over the volume of the music, but they were all civil. 

“There’s a karaoke bar downstairs!” Suga yelled over the music, having to repeat himself a few times for me to finally hear him. 

“Karaoke? Ooooh, fun. Oikawa, wanna go?”

“Yeah sure, and I can show you my amazing singing skills!” 

“You’ve already shown me, and they were terrible, Oikawa-chan.”

“So mean!” 

We made our way out of the crowd together, wandering through some twisting hallways and getting lost multiple times before we finally found the stairs. A huge group of people were gathered down by the karaoke machine, and I spotted Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Hinata among them. 

“Hey guys!” I cried, joining them. Hinata glared at Oikawa when he noticed him, but for once I was glad Kageyama wasn’t with him. At least that tension could be avoided for the time being. 

“Y/n-chan!” Bokuto crushed me in a hug. “You ready for some karaoke?” 

I smirked, tossing my hair. “Of course! Not to brag, but I’m a pretty good singer.” It was partially the truth; my mom had forced me to take singing lessons throughout junior high, and I had kept it up a bit in high school, so my voice was decent. Definitely not what could be considered very good though. 

Bokuto ended up singing a slow Adele song to Akaashi, completely wrecking it with his horrendous voice. The Fukurodani setter seemed touched though, so I didn’t make fun of the captain that much. 

I didn’t notice Oikawa disappear from beside me as a few more songs went by, but he reappeared after only a few minutes, grabbing my arm and tugging me to his chest. 

“Wanna do a duet?”

I laughed. “Of what song?”

“Juice, by Lizzo,” he smirked. “Basically describes me, so it’s perfect!”

“But that’s not a duet--!”

I heard the beginning of the song starting on the speakers, and my eyes went wide as saucers. “You already requested it?!” 

He shrugged. “Yup! Now let's go!”

He practically dragged me to the front, where we were handed two microphones. Oikawa began to sing almost immediately, his confidence making up for his horrible voice. The ridiculous way he wriggled around made me instantly more comfortable, so I threw caution to the wind and became his backup singer. 

“If I’m shining everybody wanna shine…” He belted out. 

“Yeah I’m goals!” I screamed. 

 “I was born like this, don't even gotta try--” “Now you know!”

“I'm like chardonnay, get better over time.”

 “So you know!”

“Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lied!” 

The song ended, and I wrapped an arm around his waist to keep from collapsing from laughter. We stumbled off the stage together, making our way back to Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Hinata, who all applauded us as we approached. 

“I have to send you this video, Y/n-chan! It’s classic,” Kuroo said, gesturing to his phone, where a video of Oikawa and I’s performance played. 

“HA! Please do.” 

Oikawa turned to me, checking his phone. “Iwa is wondering where I am, so I’m going to try and find him. Want to come?”

I nodded. “Yeah, just one sec. Can I meet you up there? I’ll call if I can’t find you.” 

Oikawa nodded, flicking me on the nose. “Don’t get lost, chibi-chan.” 

I ended up staying with Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi for another ten minutes. Kenma had apparently flat out refused to go to the club, and Kuroo had decided not to force him. Akaashi handed me a few different drinks as I talked to them, so when I finally decided to head back upstairs, I was walking a little crookedly. 

Miraculously, I found Iwaizumi almost the instant I got to the second floor. “Heyyy, Iwa!” 

“Y/n-chan, there you are! Oikawa was just going to look for you,” he grabbed my arm so I wouldn’t stumble. ��Damn, you’re wasted.” 

“Do you know where Oikawa went? I-I want to find him--” 

Iwaizumi gave me a knowing look, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, he went that way. Just try not to say or do anything you’ll regret tomorrow. ” 

I giggled, face flushing. “I’ll tryyy.” 

Iwaizumi patted me on the head, pointing towards the crowd again. “He’s somewhere over that way. If you can’t find him after a few minutes, come back. I’ll be waiting right here, got it?”

I nodded, already turning away. All my fog filled brain could think of was finding Oikawa and telling him...something. Did I really want to confess how I felt? My sober brain screamed absolutely not, but my drunken head said YES. 

The second I entered the crowd, it was like entering utter chaos. I was bumped from all sides by dancers who paid me no attention, the smoke in the air making everything hazy, the smell of sweat and marijuana reeking from everything. I could barely make out the faces of the people around me because of the darkness, the only lumination coming from the colored flashing lights above our heads. 

I pushed on, not paying any attention to the people around me. My eyes scanned the dark shadows for a familiar figure, but it was too confusing to be able to tell who was who. 

“Y/n!” I whirled around to see Kiyoko squeezing between two people, her gold dress flashing as she moved. She gripped my hands, a wide smile on her face. “I’m so glad I found you!” 

“Kiyoko, how are you doing!” 

“Good! This is hella fun!” Her usually reserved way of being had been completely overturned, probably by alcohol. 

“I know right? Hey, have you seen Oikawa?” 

Kiyoko’s glasses flashed. “Oh my god, yeah actually! He was just looking for you!” “Really? Which way did he go?” 

She pointed, and I hugged her tightly. “Thanks! I’ll try and find you later, ok?”

She nodded, and I moved in the direction she had indicated. “Gas Pedal” by Sage the Gemini came on, and I laughed out loud as girls all around me began shaking their asses. 

I pushed past a line of four people grinding on each other, and my heart leapt as I finally found Oikawa. He had ditched his jacket somewhere, and his hair was pushed back and messy as he danced. Iwaizumi and Kiyoko had said he was looking for me but…

I felt all the blood drain from my face as I watched a tall, skinny girl with long black hair wrap her arms around his neck, one of her hands trailing down his chest. He smirked down at her, eyes dark and greedy, and I took a step back. I suddenly felt cold stone sober, and my hands began to shake. 

 As I watched, unable to tear my eyes away, as the girl turned around and began grinding her ass against Oikawa, and he grabbed her hips. 

The music pounded through my brain and I finally forced myself to move. Whirling around, I almost fell as I crashed into another person. 

“Oh-sorry,” I gasped, looking up and blinking in surprise. 

“Hello again.” The guy from the beach, with the serious expression and olive hair looked down at me. “Are you ok?” I swallowed, forcing back tears as I focused on the guy in front of me. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry, I think we’ve met but I don’t remember your name.” 

“It’s Wakatoshi Ushijima.” 

“Right! I’m Y/n L/n. It’s good to see you again, Ushijima.” 

He nodded, eyes sweeping down my short dress, and he tilted his head. “Do you want to get out of this crowd?” 

I paused, feeling something in my chest tighten. No, I wanted to turn around and smack the girl Oikawa was with in the face. I wanted to shake my captain and ask him why didn’t he look at me like that? 

But there was another attractive guy right in front of me, and he was looking at me with a slightly glazed expression. I smiled up at him through my lashes, licking my lips and nodding. “Let’s go.” Ushijima’s hand was fucking gigantic as I pulled him through the crowd, keeping my head down so hopefully no one I knew would recognize me. 

I noticed Iwaizumi by the wall where I left him, and I walked by quickly, praying he didn’t see me with Ushijima. I told myself it didn’t matter even if he did; I was allowed to have as much fun as I wanted. I had no obligations to anyone. 

It didn’t take very long to find a hallway away from the party where no one was, and I glanced up at Ushijima. He stared down at me, his eyes intense, and I leaned toward him, my hands going to his chest. 

The second I moved, his broad hands wrapped around my waist and pushed me up against the wall. I gasped as his mouth crashed against mine, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hands running through his hair. I shoved all thoughts of Oikawa from my mind and let myself get swept away. 

Oikawa POV:

I moved through the crowd of people, eyes scanning for Y/n. I hadn’t seen her in awhile, and I was suddenly worried. 

The tall girl with the black hair tugged on my arm. “Baby, I’m not done with you,” she purred. 

I gave her a death glare, tugging out of her grip. “Fuck off, that was a mistake. I’m looking for someone right now.”

She pouted, but I was already moving away. I spotted Iwa by the wall, and sauntered over to him. “Iwa-chan! You don’t look like you’re having much fun--” “Oikawa, did Y/n find you?” He said, eyes serious. 

“Huh? No, I was looking for her…” “She came up here asking about you, so I pointed her in the right direction.” “I haven’t seen her, but she’s probably around here somewhere.”  I could see clearly something else was on his mind. “What’s wrong?” 

“She walked by just a second ago. She looked upset and....she was with Ushijima.” 

I felt my stomach drop. Oh god no. 

“Which way did they go?” I said, by voice completely blank of emotion. 

Iwaizumi pointed, and I began to move quickly, shoving people out of the way in my haste. 

I ran down a hallway, turning the corner and feeling my entire body go completely numb as I finally spotted her.  

She was pushed up against the wall, hands running through his hair as she kissed fucking Ushijima. The tall ace of Shiritorizawa had one hand on her waist, the other running along her ass as he let out a low groan. 

I moved without thinking, so angry I could barely see. I ripped Ushijima off of Y/n, shoving him as hard as I could, so he stumbled backward. He was bigger and stronger than me, but I had the element of surprise. While he was still off balance, I charged him, knocking him on his back and punching him as hard as I could in the face. He grunted, and I felt something crack under my knuckles. 

Y/n was screaming behind me, trying to pull me off, but it just made me more furious. Was she trying to defend him? 

Ushijima was attempting to cover his face, but I began to slam his head into the floor over and over. 

“Stop Oikawa, you’re going to kill him!!!” I felt a pair of strong arms grab me around the neck in a chokehold, dragging me off of Ushijima and throwing me against the wall. Iwaizumi pounded me on the chest, his eyes furious. “Look what you’re doing, Shittykawa! You’re scaring her.” 

My eyes moved to Y/n, her eyes filled with tears and her hands over her mouth in horror. Ushijima lay on the ground a few feet away, face covered in blood. All I could see was him kissing her. 

Iwaizumi let go of me, and I slammed my fist into the wall as hard as I could, feeling my skin tear and knuckles crack. Y/n let out a sob, and I turned and strode away down the hall. I was too angry to be here anymore. 

As I walked away, I heard Iwaizumi behind me. “I’ll take care of Ushiwaka. You go stop Oikawa before he does something else completely stupid.” 

Y/n POV: 

What had I done? Ushijima lay on the ground, his face completely fucked up, and Oikawa stalked away down the hall, blood dripping from his knuckles. It was utterly my fault. 

I was terrified, but not of Oikawa. No matter how angry he was, I didn’t think he would do anything to hurt me. I decided not to second guess that assumption as I spirited down the hall after him. Now was not the time to be afraid. 

“Oikawa!” I yelled, but he didn’t pause. “Oikawa, stop!” I grabbed his wrist, and he whirled around, eyes furious. 

“Get the fuck off me,” he snarled. 

“No! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me?” His eyes were wild as he raked his hands violently through his hair. “You’re the one who was about to fuck Ushijima!” 

I gaped at him. “I wasn’t...wait, you know him?”

“He’s the captain of Shiratorizawa!” He yelled and I felt my stomach drop. Oh god, I didn’t know…

“I-I didn’t--” “Who gives a fuck! Who it was doesn’t matter anyway!” “Then why do you care so much if I kissed him?” I shouted, clenching my fists. “You don’t give a fuck about me, so why the hell did you have to beat the shit out of him if it wasn’t because of who he is?”

“I don’t give a fuck about you?” Rage was boiling beneath every word. 

“No! Go back to that dumb bitch you were with before if you want to feel better about youself!” 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” He snarled. Realization suddenly dawned in his eyes, almost instantly replaced with fury. “Maybe I will! Even she’s not as much of a whore as you.” 

I felt like I had been slapped. A whore? That’s what he thought of me? Tears pricked behind my eyes. “You fucking asshole.” I stepped back. “You act like you’re better than everyone all the time, like you’re so perfect, but really you’re just a piece of shit!” 

“God, you couldn’t possibly be any worse,” he hissed, eyes dark. 

Tears spilled over my cheeks, and took another step back. “I-I am done with you. Stay the fuck out of my life.” 

I whirled around, not looking back as I ran down the hall. 

The rest of the night passed in a blur. I somehow found Kiyoko and Daichi, but I was crying too hard to explain exactly what had happened. Apparently, Karasuno had been about to leave anyway, so I left with an entourage of tall, angry boys surrounding me like bodyguards. Yamaguchi held my hand tightly, and Kageyama looked like he was about to murder whoever had made me cry. 

I noticed Suga talking to Iwa as we left, and an ambulance pulled up in front of the club. Hopefully Ushijima was ok. I couldn’t find it in myself to care very much. 

Asahi drove Kiyoko, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Nishinoya and I home, but I was silent the whole ride back, entering some form of shock. 

Kiyoko walked me up to my house when we got dropped off, holding my hand so tightly it hurt. “Y/n, Suga told me what happened. Breathe ok? I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” 

I felt my body begin to shake. “K-Kiyoko...I think I just…” I clamped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t throw up. “I think I just completely ruined my friendship with the guy I’m in love with.” 

My friend looked momentarily shocked, but she began to shake her head. “No, no, that’s not true, Y/n-chan. He’ll forgive you.” 

“No,” I began to sob. “He thinks I’m some sort of horrible slut. Oh god, he hates me.” 

Kiyoko hugged me tightly, quickly opening the door to my house and pulling me inside. “Ok, ok, it’s ok just get it out.” 

She led me upstairs, helping me strip out of my party clothes, washing off my face and gently brushing out my hair. For once, I was happy that my parents were so busy most nights. 

 It was 4 in the morning by the time she ushered me into my bed, curling up next to me and hugging my tightly. I fell asleep to her murmuring in my ear, but I couldn’t help but think how much better it would feel if Oikawa was there instead. 

Chapter 11