#a shooting at the court house OFC!!!!!

[aubreyprc]

Par

Emily and Aaron's day keeps going from bad to worse.

And to think, when she woke up that morning her biggest fear was that the team would find out about their relationship.

-x-

Hi friends!!

This fic is a birthday gift for my bestie @aubreyprc! Thank you for continuing to be the most chaotic person I know and for being responsible for a fair number of my hangovers this year. Love you for being the maddest woman in this whole town xoxo

This fic is loosely based on a Bone's episode, and has one of your favourite tropes - a secret relationship, peril and a lot of drama- so I hope you enjoy <3

-x-

Words: 5.2k (I...got really carried away with this one)

Warnings: Canon typical violence

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Emily secures her earrings into place as she walks into the kitchen, a smile washing across her face as the smell of coffee and toast meets her. Aaron has his back to her, focusing on her toaster so he makes sure the bread is cooked exactly to her liking, so she walks over and wraps her arms around him from behind. He sinks into her embrace, clearly having heard her coming, the way her high heels had clicked against the hardwood floor giving her away. 

“Good morning,” he says, turning to press a kiss to her forehead. 

“Morning,” she replies, her hand slinking down his back as she shifts to stand next to him, taking the opportunity to stamp a kiss against his lips, “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.” 

He raises an eyebrow at her and smiles, “You say that every morning,” he says, kissing her briefly before he presses the button that releases the toast, “And like I say every morning,” he says, turning so he wraps his arms around her, his hands low on her back, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” 

She smiles, her tongue pressing against the back of her teeth as she looks up at him through her lashes. She hums as she leans in to kiss him again, “Excellent point.” 

They’d been together for almost a year, the 11 months that had passed since their first date had been the happiest of her life. Since her return from Paris, he’d been the one person who’d expected the least out of her. Everyone else seemed to want her to slip back into her old life, to be the person she’s sure died on that cold hard floor in Boston, and she’d tried. She’d tried so hard to ignore how strange everything felt, how the fear that it could all be torn away from her again was ever present, living under her skin and making her itch in a way that never seemed to shift. Aaron simply wanted her to be honest with him, to tell her when she was having a bad day, a request she now knew came from a place of understanding, their pasts now similar in a way that made her ache. 

She now liked to think, love making her softer than it ever had, that everything they’d been through had led them to this. To the relationship that she knew was it. Every first she had experienced with him also a last for her. A last first kiss, a last first night staying over, a last first I love you. She wanted everything with him. A house they could both call home. Marriage. A couple of kids who would be younger siblings for Jack. 

The only problem was no one else knew about them. 

The secrecy had been practical at first. She’d been home for just over six months when they got together, and they’d been hesitant to rock the boat, to further crack the unsteady foundation the team was slowly building under themselves at the time. Their relationship had grown around the secrecy, making it feel all the more precious because it was just theirs. Only Jack and Jessica knew and Emily knew it couldn’t last forever, that if they wanted to move forward, like she knew they both wanted to, they’d have to let the others in. 

She didn’t remember the last time that they’d spent a night apart. They most most of their time at his place, something about the homely comfort of it, Jack’s belongings strewn everywhere, made her feel safe, but they occasionally stayed at hers. Even Sergio lived at Aaron’s now, his favourite place to sleep was at the end of Jack’s bed, the little boy and the cat fast friends in a way that made her chest bloom with love. 

They’d stayed at hers last night, mostly for practical reasons. She had to go to court to be a witness for the prosecution for two separate cases that had happened to fall on the docket on the same day, so she’d needed to get clothes she usually wouldn’t wear to work. Juries seemed to warm to her a little more if she wore skirts or dresses, something about the lack of sharp edges from her usual suits that made her more likeable. It drove her crazy, and infuriated her that they were more likely to listen to her if she dressed in a certain way, but being aware of it was one of the benefits of her profession. 

It also didn’t hurt that Aaron could never tear his eyes from her legs whenever she wore a dress, his gaze skipping from her ankle to up past her knee, only to linger on the material that hid what he knew lingered beneath. 

She smiles at him as she pulls away from him and pours them a coffee each, her skin burning from where she can feel him staring at her. She turns to look at him and raises an eyebrow, her smile widening when she clears her throat and he jumps slightly, his cheeks going red when he realises he’s been caught. 

“Seen something you like?” She asks, feigning innocence as his eyes meet hers. He shakes his head and steps towards her, his hand skimming her waist as he takes one of the cups of coffee. 

“When I’m looking at you?” He says, looking her up and down again, his stomach flipping at the sight of her seemingly endless legs, on the high heels she only broke out for court and date nights, before he meets her eyes again, “Always.”

She presses her lips together to capture a laugh but she fails, shaking her head at him, “Correct answer, honey.” 

He kisses her cheek and steps away, “Come on, we need to get you fed so you can survive court.” 

Emily grumbles as she sits at the breakfast bar and he slides a plate of toast towards her, “Let’s just hope I don’t die of boredom.” 

___

He always hated it when she wasn’t in the office. 

He loved to look out of the window and see her at her desk, her presence enough to soothe any stress or tension the job could cause him on any given day. Sometimes she’d notice him looking down at her and her eyes would meet his, a sparkle in her smile that he knew was just for him and his son. Other times she’d be stuck in her work, concentrating on paperwork or teasing Derek or Spencer, flashes of who she’d been before Ian had torn through their lives peeking through. He’d loved her then and he loved her now, and he knew he’d love every version of her that would exist in their future together. 

He checks his phone, waiting for Emily to text him to say she was out of her morning session in court, and he sighs as he places it back down when he has no messages from her. He’s about to pick up his pen to continue with his paperwork when there’s a firm knock on his door, a panicked Derek pushing it open before he can tell him to come in.

“Hotch,” he breathes out, his grip on the door so tight Aaron is sure he could tear it from its hinges, “There’s been a shooting at the courthouse.” 

It takes a moment for pieces to slip into place, for him to realise the implication. The realisation forces him to his feet, his hands clasped at his side as he tries to control himself, knowing his girlfriend wouldn’t thank him for revealing their relationship this way. 

“Have we heard from Pren-”

He’s cut off by the ringing of his phone and he grabs it, relief flooding through him when he sees Emily’s name on the screen, a picture of her and Jack his contact photo for her. He answers quickly, his eyes meeting Derek’s as he speaks. 

“Emily, we just heard about the shooting,” he says, hoping Derek doesn’t pick up on the slip-up of using her first name, “What’s happening?”

Any relief Aaron feels is destroyed the moment a stranger responds instead of the woman he loves.

___

She hears him before she sees him. 

He’s loud as he demands to see her, clearly flashing his badge to get past the cordons that had been put in place. She forces a smile on her face as he comes into view, rounding the back of the ambulance she was sitting in with purpose. Her heart aches when she sees how stressed he is, barely concealed fear and panic clear in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulder. 

“Em.” 

“I’m fine, honey,” she says, reaching out and grasping his hand as he climbs into the audience, barely glancing at the paramedic who had been treating her. 

“Fine?” He exclaims, his eyebrows furrowing, “You’re in the back of an ambulance, there was someone here with a gun-”

She cups his face, cutting him off before he can spiral in a way that only she and Jack could draw out of him, “Aaron. I’m fine. I just rolled my ankle, thats all,” she says, nodding towards her now bare feet, her wrapped ankle and her heels neatly next to each other on the floor next to her, “Turns out that those stupid heels I have to wear to court aren’t the thing to dodge bullets in.” He sinks in on himself, her attempt at humour doing nothing to calm him down, and she sighs, “I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.” 

“No,” he says, squeezing her hand tighter, “No you’re never stupid I was just…I was worried that’s all. Especially when I got a call from you and it wasn’t you who answered.” 

“Well,” she says, flicking her gaze to the paramedic, taking some joy out of how he looks away, clearly intimidated by her, “Well I did say I was okay to call you myself, but there are apparently protocols.” 

Aaron smiles softly, her dislike of procedure something that made him fall impossibly more in love with her every time it made itself known. His smile slips away as he thinks about what had happened here today, how he could have lost her in slightly different circumstances. 

“Do…do you think they were aiming for you?” He asks, knowing he’d trust her judgement above all else no matter how she responds. She was trained in this kind of thing well above even him, a level of skill that hadn’t ever made any sense to him until he learnt about her time at Interpol.

The way her face falls, the way she presses her lips together, is all the answer he needs. 

“Yes,” she replies, squeezing his hand, “I think they were.” 

He nods and pulls her into a hug, holding her tightly as he kisses the side of her head, “The rest of the team are back at the office trying to get to the bottom of it. It’s likely connected to one of the cases you were here for today so Garcia is looking into associates for both of the defendants,” he says, “I’m going to take you home so you can rest.”

She rolls her eyes, “Aaron-”

“We’re going back to mine,” he says, leaving no room for argument, “And then the others can update me from there.” 

She wants to argue with him, wants to insist that they go back to the office and figure out what is going on, but she can’t bring herself to. Not when he was looking at her like she could break in two, his grip on her bordering on too tight for the first time since they’d got together. 

“Okay,” she says, cupping his cheek again as she relents, “Okay, but we need to go back to mine first.” 

“Em-”

“Just to pick up some shoes,” she assures him,” her thumb running back and forth on his cheek, “I only have boots at yours, I think I’ll be regulated to sneakers for a couple of weeks.” 

He nods, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers, “Okay,” he closes his eyes and swallows thickly, “I love you.” 

She smiles and moves her hand to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She ignores how she can feel the paramedic looking at them, his curious gaze on her back. 

“I love you too,” she replies, kissing him quickly before she pulls back to look at him, “Let’s go home.” 

She lets him fuss over her. 

He hands her a pair of his socks that he keeps in his go bag so she has something on her feet, the thought of putting her heels back on enough to make her grimace. When they get back to her place he wraps his arm tightly around her waist, guiding her to the living room and helping her onto the couch. She grasps onto his jacket and pulls him down to join her, resting her head on his shoulder as she traps him in place. 

“Sit here with me for a minute,” she insists, curling around him, his arm hugged to her chest. She can feel the stiffness in his embrace, how tense he is. He was usually relaxed when it was just the two of them or when they were with Jack, an ease to his frame she hadn’t known he was capable of until she started spending time with him out of work. She presses a kiss to his shoulder, “Are you okay?” 

A laugh catches in his chest and he shakes his head, “You were the one who got hurt,” he replies, “I’m fine.” 

She hums, deciding to let it go for now. She knew him almost better than she knew herself. He needed to work things out by himself, a hangover from years of having to do so. She was the same way, and slowly but surely they were getting better at not needing to turn inwards before they each other help. 

“Have you heard from the team yet?” She asks, running her hand up and down his arm. 

He nods, “They are interviewing both Grisham and Haig,” he says, blowing out a breath, shaking his head at the mention of the men they’d once hunted that she’d been due to give evidence against today, “And their families. We are leaning more towards Haig at the moment, Grisham’s MO was always explosives, if whoever is trying to stop you wanted to make a point that’s what they’d do.” 

She nods in agreement, “Well, I don’t fancy getting blown up so is it weird I’m grateful?” 

He chuckles, his real laugh that never fails to make her heart soar, and he shakes his head at her, “I understand what you mean, so if it’s weird what does that say about us both,” he kisses her temple, “Want something to drink before we head to mine?” 

“I think there’s some Diet Coke in there,” she replies and he smiles and stands up, his hand firm on her thigh.

“There is,” he says as he walks towards her kitchen, “I got some when I did your grocery shopping last week.”

She moans in delight as she turns to look at him, her smile wide as he places his hand on the fridge door, “I knew I love you for a reas-”

She’s cut off as he pulls the fridge door open and he’s thrown backwards, the explosion that tears through her kitchen seemingly happening in slow motion as he hits the ground with force. The sprinklers almost immediately are triggered, soaking her kitchen with water as she jumps up off the couch.

“Aaron?”

He doesn’t respond, his silence only pushing her closer to him, somehow avoiding standing on any the debris that had once been her kitchen counter as she runs over to him, the pain in her ankle not even registering. She lands on her knees by his side and touches him, ignoring the shake in her hands as she turns him just enough to see his face. 

She shakes him and he doesn’t flinch, making panic fill up her chest, making it hard to breathe. 

“Aaron?”

____

She’s barely been at the hospital for an hour when the team arrive, their presence both a comfort and a curse, forcing her to transition into a concerned colleague from a concerned girlfriend. 

“Emily,” Penelope says, sitting down next to her and wrapping her arm around her shoulders, “Are you okay?”

She nods, clearing her throat as she looks at her friends, “Yeah, I was in the living room, Aaron…Hotch took the blast.” 

“What was Hotch doing at yours anyway?” Dave asks her, his hands in his pockets where he stands in front of her. 

“He dropped me home,” she says, looking up at Dave, purposely ignoring the almost smug smile on his face, “He opened the fridge to get me a drink. You know what he’s like,” she says, her focus returning to her hands, “He’s a gentleman through and through.” 

JJ nods, “That’s true enough,” she says, “We’ve shifted our focus onto Grisham because of the explosion.” 

“How’s Hotch doing? What about his hearing?” 

She blows out a breath at Spencer’s question. It had been her first concern too, something she’d mentioned to the doctors when they’d arrived by ambulance. “They said they’d test it, but he did wake up in the ER and he could hear me.” 

It felt ridiculous that one of her first thoughts if he did lose his hearing was that he’d never hear her say she loved him again, or hear the voices of their future children. It was easier to worry about that, about things that may never come to pass, instead of the fact someone could have killed him in their pursuit if killing her. 

“Family of Aaron Hotchner,” A doctor says as he enters the room, cutting off any further conversation. 

“I’m his medical proxy,” Emily answers as she stands up, aware of the team all looking at each other curiously out of the corner of her eye, “Is he okay?” 

“He’s got several cracked ribs, a broken collarbone, and a concussion. He’ll be in a lot of pain for a while, but he’s okay.”

The relief is palpable, her hand on her chest, “Can I see him?” 

The doctor nods, “Of course, I’ll have someone come find you to take you to him in a moment.” 

“Thank you so much,” she replies, blowing out a steady breath as she turns back to the team, unsurprised by the different levels of curiosity painted across their faces. 

“You’re Hotch’s proxy?” Derek asks, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“He’s mine too,” she explains, “We switched it a little while back, so if something happens Jessica and Jack wouldn’t be worried before they need to be.” The half-lie rolls off of her tongue with ease, but she doesn’t have the energy to figure out if they believe her or not. 

Thankfully she isn’t left with enough time to worry about it when a nurse walks into the room to escort her to Aaron’s room. She limps all the down the hallway, the pain in her ankle returning now her adrenaline was disappearing. She thanks the nurse as she steps into Aaron’s room, and she barely hides a gasp when she sees him.

He was covered in bruises, the worst of them peeking out from under this hospital gown and the immobiliser that was holding his arm to his chest to stabilise his collarbone. He had cuts on his face, the largest of which was above his left eyebrow, and his right cheek was bruised. 

“Surely I can’t look that bad,” he quips, and he smiles at her when their eyes meet. She sighs, unsure how they went so quickly from her making jokes about an injury to make him feel better to the other way around. She wanted nothing more than to go back to that morning, to pull him back into bed and cancel their plans for the day. He sighs and lifts his good hand as high as he can, the pain in his ribs meaning he can barely lift it from the bed, “Come here, sweetheart.” 

She walks across the room and sits on the edge of the bed and she wraps both of her hands around his, “I hate today.”

He chuckles and squeezes her hand, “It’s not exactly on my top five list either,” he says, watching how she keeps her gaze on their joint hands, “Are you okay?” 

She laughs dryly, and shakes her head as she looks up at him. She presses her lips together as tears press at the back of her eyes, “I think it was you who said ‘I’m fine it’s you who got hurt’ only a couple of hours ago.” 

He sighs, “Em…” 

She releases one of her hands from around his and wipes a stray tear from her cheek, “You got hurt because of me.”

“I got hurt because someone is trying to get a serial killer out of being tried for his crimes,” he says, smiling softly at her, “It’s not your fault,” 

She wishes she could believe him, that the guilt that was churning in her belly would go away, but instead, she nods and wipes another tear from her cheek, “The team are looking at Grisham in more detail because of the explosion,” she says, “And my kitchen is a mess.” 

Aaron nods, “I don’t want you by yourself tonight,” he says, already sensing her argument, “I mean it, Em. Otherwise, I’ll check myself out of here against medical advice and make sure you aren’t alone.”

He knows he’s playing dirty, that he’s using her love and concern for him against her, but it works, she relents by nodding. 

“Okay,” she says, leaning down to kiss him, “I doubt Derek would have let me go anywhere alone tonight anyway,” she pushes his hair off of his forehead, “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?” 

“Always,” he replies, trying to sit up for a kiss but failing. She smiles and leans down to kiss him, “Since your kitchen has been blown up,” he says as she pulls back, his breath skipping across her skin in a way she’d worried she’d never feel again, “Maybe you should just officially move in with me.” 

She smiles and kisses him once more before she pulls back, “We’ll talk about it once you can sit up straight by yourself, okay?” She says, even though she knows her answer could only ever be yes. 

“Okay,” he replies, leaning back against his pillow, his smile turning sleepy from all the medication in his system, “Love you.”

“You too,” she replies. She stays until he’s fallen asleep, careful when she stands up from the bed so as not to disturb him. She presses a kiss to his forehead before she steps away and leaves the room. She gives herself a moment to lean on the wall, her palm against her forehead as she blows out a breath. “Fuck this has been a long day.” She steps away from the wall as she decides to find the team, ready to leave the hospital for the evening, already mentally counting down the hours until she can come and see Aaron again.

“Agent Prentiss?”

She turns to look at a man in scrubs just to her left. There was something about his face that was familiar, but she couldn’t place it, sure he must have been one of the many nurses they’d encountered in the ER when they arrived, “Yes?”

“There’s just a few more pieces of paperwork I need you to sign.” 

She nods, letting him guide her away from the hallway, towards a more isolated part of the hospital floor. It’s only when she realises they are alone she starts to question it, her usually quick mental reflexes dulled by everything that had happened since she’d woken up that morning. 

“Where are we-”

She’s cut off as a hand goes over her mouth, and a needle goes into her neck. She tries to call out for help, but her head starts to swim and her eyes drift shut, plunging her into darkness.

___

She wakes up quickly, startled as she tries to remember falling asleep. Her arms ache and she looks up to see her hands are cuffed together and hooked over a metal bar above her head, she tries to pull at them, to loosen the shackles but she fails. She tries to push down the panic that being handcuffed stirs in her belly, and she shakes her head in an attempt to physically try and rid her brain of the comparison to when Ian had held her captive.

“You’re not going to get out of them.” 

She turns her head, the movement making her neck ache from the strain in her arms, and is only partially surprised to find the man who she now knew had been impersonating a member of hospital staff.

“You should let me go,” she says calmly, “I’m a federal agent, you’ll be in a lot of trouble for this.” 

He chuckles as he steps towards her, pulling a gun from the waistband of his pants, “You’re very confident for someone who has a gun pointed at them.”

“My team will find you,” she says, proud of herself for the steadiness of her voice, how it doesn’t shake.

He shrugs, “I think they are likely distracted by the other case you were due to talk about today,” he smirks, “The explosion was the perfect decoy.” 

It clicks in her head, why she’d found his face familiar when he approached her at the hospital. He was the brother of Haig, the man she’d spoken against as part of the prosecution’s case that morning. He’d been one of the few people sitting behind Haig in the gallery, his eyes fixed on Emily the entire time she spoke. 

“You’re Haig’s brother,” she says, and he clenches his teeth. 

“His name is Josh.” 

She nods and swallows thickly. He was unravelling in front of her, clearly not having thought any of this through beyond hurting her.

“How did you know about Grisham?” she asks and he laughs at her.

“I used to work for the DA’s office. They laid me off when my brother was arrested. When you arrested him. I still have contacts there who let me know about the other cases.”

“What’s your name?” She asks, trying to calm him down, the shake of his hand making nerves roll through her. 

“Stuart.” 

“Stuart, this isn’t going to help him,” she says, trying to reason with him, the ache in her arms and shoulders turning into pain that burned through her upper body, “This is only going to make things worse.” 

Stuart steps towards her again, his finger over the trigger, “If you don’t talk again tomorrow he won’t go down.” 

“That isn’t true,” she says, sucking in a breath as he steps even closer, the barrel of his gun against her abdomen, “Even if I’m not there, someone else will be called as an expert witness.”

“Who? He sneers, his breath smelling of whiskey and smoke as it washes over her, “Your boyfriend who almost had his face blown off?” 

The door behind them bursts open and Stuart turns, his gun raised and pointed towards it, but he doesn’t have a chance to pull the trigger. A gunshot echoes throughout the room and he falls to the ground, his gun clattering across the metal floor. Emily blows out a breath and looks up, a sound she can’t name catching in her chest as her eyes meet her boyfriend’s. 

The team was behind him, their guns raised, Derek clearly the one who had fired the shot that had taken out Stuart. 

“Aaron,” she breathes out as he walks towards her, clearly in agony with every step he takes towards her. He’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, one she’s sure belongs to Derek, and his arm is strapped to his chest under it, “You’re meant to be in hospital.” 

“Like I’d stay there once I found out you were missing,” he says, his eyes flicking up to her cuffed hands. 

He knows he doesn’t have the strength to raise his one good hand to unhook her arms that way, so he ducks under the cuffs and into the circle of her arms, He stands up straight and her arms shift from where she’d been hooked to over his shoulders, and he lowers them both to the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” 

They speak simultaneously and then they both laugh, which pulls a wince out of Aaron. 

“How about we agree we don’t ask that question until at least the end of the day?” She says, and he nods, resting his forehead against hers as he tries to get his breath back.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, stamping a kiss against hers.

“How did you figure it out?” She asks and a throat clears from behind them, and she suddenly remembers the team is there too. 

“We watched the CCTV the minute we realised you were missing, Bella,” Dave says, walking over and undoing her cuffs before pocketing his key again. She lets the cuffs fall free and unwraps her arms from around Aaron’s neck but she doesn’t move away, “It didn’t take too long to put together.”

“And you let him check himself out of the hospital?” She asks, her face incredulous as she purposely ignores how Aaron protests next to her. 

“Have you ever tried to argue with him, Princess?” Derek asks, his hands on his hips, “We can’t all get away with it like you do.” 

She groans as he winks knowingly at her and she looks back at her boyfriend and leans in to talk to him, “I think we’re busted.”

He smiles at her, “Sweetheart, I think we were the moment your fridge exploded in my face.” 

“Oh please,” JJ says, rolling her eyes at her friends, “We figured it out the moment Hotch ran out of the bullpen like a bat out of hell this morning when he found out about the shooting.” 

She looks up at her friends with her eyebrow raised in challenge, “Look, we’ll answer all your questions later,” she says, her hand linked with Aarons, “But can you give us a minute?” 

They all nod and Emily is grateful that they know when to push and when not to, and she smiles at Aaron when they back up enough to give them privacy. She leans in and stamps a kiss against his cheek. 

“Thank you for coming to save me,” she says, pushing some of his hair from his face, her fingers tracing over one of the cuts on his forehead. 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replies, “Although if we could avoid making a habit out of it when one of my arms is out of action I’d appreciate it.” 

She laughs and presses her forehead against his, “Deal.” She closes her eyes and gives herself a moment to breathe him in, the scent of him lingering under the smell of disinfectant and blood. 

“Em?”

“Yes, honey,” she says as she pulls back to look at him.

“I could really do with going back to the hospital now.” 

-x-

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Hello, dear reader. I'd like to make a wish for Rhaenyra's little sister, maybe a year or two. And she never liked Alicent, who after marrying the king tries (along with Otto) to demote her to bastard status (but Viserys loves his little girl too much to do this to her). Of course, things get even worse when Rhaenyra's sister gets engaged to Harwin...

Thank you for your attention, I like your stories 🫶🏻. Another thing, can I stop by more often? I wish I had more of my ideas adorned with your writing

Harwin Strong*Suitable Match

Pairing: Harwin x f!reader

Word count: 1320

Warnings: Step parent hating step child, secret relationship, kind of implied smut

a/n: ahh thank u sm for being so sweet and ofc request as much or talk however much u want. sorry i didnt reply sooner i just didnt want to lose the request x

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A life of a princess was something to envy. Well so many had claimed however after the death of your mother life felt like an ever falling spiral. Your sister began to grow closer to Alicent after the death and while you were happy for her to have a friend Alicent had always been unkind to you.

It had started small with her asking Rhaenyra not to let you join in their games to her unpicking your needle work whenever you would wander off to stretch your legs. Soon you gave up on even trying to be nice to her. anytime she was invited to dinner was met with loud sighs from you.

“Why does she hate me?” you pouted one night as Rhaenyra upbraided your hair.

Your sister rolled her eyes as she began to brush your hair out, “She doesn’t hate you. she’s just not used to a little sister,”

“She’s mean,”

“Cmon she isn’t that bad?”

-

You didn’t want to say I told you so when Alicent was betrothed to your father but the look on your face said it for you. at least Rhaenyra was able to marry and move away. you were instead stuck living at court with your evil stepmother and her spawn. Well, the children were kind to you, but Alicent constantly used them to get under your skin.

She’d send toddler Aegon running over with pretend crown shouting that he was going to be king. Or she would have a 2-year-old Aemond claim he was your husband. She tried to make Helena spill wine on your dress one time, but the poor girl burst into tears and confessed to you instantly.

Instead Alicent settled on insisting that your chambers were given to Aegon. Something you managed to convince your father against from at first but soon you were moved to a wing of the castle usually just for guests. You would’ve complained about longer if you hadn’t realised your new chambers window overlooked the kings guard training ground.

From your window you’d pretend to be doing needle work while secretly watching break bones fling any man that challenged him like a rag doll. Eventually Harwin caught onto your staring and would send his own glimpses up between sparring. It was also handy that your chamber was only a short walk from the guards’ sleeping quarters and Harwin soon became a frequent private guest of yours.

-

“Ser Barros is coming to court next week,” your father told you over a family dinner, “and I heard his son is looking for a wife,” he said, shooting you a hopeful glance.

“I heard he’s a fine man father,” you said kindly knowing full well it didn’t matter. Somehow every match they tried to make for you was sabotaged. The tall dark Baratheon boy was ever so keen for weeks for your hand then one day disappeared like a ghost. The gorgeous Lannister man that would bring you fine jewels suddenly decided a dornish match was of more importance. Even the Tarly boy you had courted had inexplicitly decided to join the nights watch. Every time Alicent wore the same twisted smile.

The only ones she didn’t send running were the incredibly old and decrepit looking men from minor houses, but it wasn’t hard to convince your father they weren’t suitable matches. “Perhaps we should set up a luncheon to great the boy,” Alicent suggested making your father smile widely. She really had twisted him around her finger.

-

“I wish I could stay here all day,” you pouted as you lay your head on Harwin’s bare chest.

His chuckle vibrated through you as his arm wrapped tight around your waist, “Me too princess but I have my duties and you have yours,”

“I thought your duty was to serve me,” you sighed dramatically, pretending to try get away.

Harwin laughed, his arms moving to cage you against the bed as he moved to lay over you, “I think I serve you just fine princess,” he said, his lips moving to kiss along your jaw.

“Oh yeah?” you asked and Harwin hummed in response as his kisses grew lower.

-

As expected Borros’s son went running after only a week and now you were in another awkward family dinner however unluckily for you the children all had the cold so now you were sat in stoney silence with just your father and Alicent. “You should really think about your future dear,” she said with a fake sweet smile, “We worry for you,”

Instead of replying you grabbed your wine, drinking a hefty sip of it. Viserys sighed, “Alicent is right dear. You must marry. At this point we’re going to have to start considering marrying you to a tree!” he said, flinging himself back in his chair. “Honestly what even happened between you and the boy?”

-

The days that followed were awkward to say the least. Alicent walked around smug as all hell and your father continued to sulk. You decided enough was enough and when Alicent went out to the sept you decided to track your father down. Unsurprisingly you found him staring over a model of the city.

“Father?” you greeted, walking closer to the tired looking man, “May we talk?”

“Of course, sweet child,” he said, nodding for you to sit beside him before sighing, “You know I worry for you?”

“I do father, and I do appreciate it,” you lied but did your best to look sympathetic to your clueless father, “but I was thinking. Well. I found another match you see father,” you spoke, and his head perked up as he waited for you to finally spit it out, “He’s sweet and kind and his family is well respected. You even like his father, and I was just thinking- “

“Out with-it child,”

You took a breath before finally asking, “Have you considered Harwin Strong yet father?” Viserys sighed, his eyes turning away but you continued, “Think about it! I’d be able to be at court and help Helena with her studies. Plus, you have four more children so four more matches. You already have the Velaryon which secures the crownlands. Harwin and I would secure the Riverlands. Then after you betrothed Helena, Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron you will have six of the seven kingdoms on your side. Your reach will go far especially if our children do the same,”

“You want to dilute the blood of old Valyria?” he asked, sounding exhausted as he spoke.

“No father, only strengthen it,” you said, moving to hold his hand, “Besides there is no other Targaryen or Velaryon to wed unless uncle daemon is brought back from exile- “you said but your father raised his hand to hush you.

He paused for a moment before nodding, “I will think about it. but for now, leave me. I have a lot to consider,”

“Thank you, father,”

-

Apparently Alicent must have missed this chamber meeting because somehow the news came back finally in your favour. Harwin would be your husband. You were so happy when your father told you that you instantly hugged him before rushing to find Harwin however that night at dinner Alicent shot you many dirty looks.

Finally, you had undermined her. you’d won. Well, that’s how it felt at first, but her glares began to sink into your skin till it itched. As the dinner ended, she tapped her cup with her fork, “A toast to my dear sweet daughter,” she smiled at you making your father beam, “May she have a marriage like ours,” she said, holding his hand tightly but you felt your stomach flutter.

“Here, here,” your father said, standing to kiss your cheek.

Alicent did the same, her arms twisting round your back into a bony hug, “Do not forget yourself darling,” she whispered sweetly in your ear, “You don’t win that easily,”

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @jacesvelaryons

[pupyuj]

YOUR FILIPINA!YUJ DRABBLE???!?11! WE NEED MORE !!

pardon my wonky tagalog.. kailangan ko magbasa ng tagalog books i swear idk a lot of words anymore bwiset 😭😭

MMMFJDJDJSK OKOKOK i've been thinking about this one for a while bcs filipina yuj is definitely just.. a fucking tomboy like she's annoying as fuck but she's so handsome and charming??? 😭😭 wala ka na lang magawa kundi mahulog diba... 🫠 but anyway, what ifff she's like a basketball player (bcs everybody in the ph is, apparently.. mga kaibigan ko rin potek 😭) and she's giving it her ALL in the court to impress you bcs you're watching from the stands 😳😳😳 wearing her jersey and everything.. eyes focused on her as she moved about in the court... but see, you happen to be a very popular girl. sobrang cute pa so naturally, everyone was vying for your attention even though they know you're yujin's 🤨🤨

usually yujin doesn't let it bother her bcs at the end of the day, she's the one getting to kiss you and fuck you but she was quick to lose her cool when the captain of the opposing team starts talking to you⁉️⁉️ binobola ka putangina... ikaw naman nagtatanga-tangahan pa... kunware di mo alam na nilalandi ka kase ang kulit mo rin 😭 you like riling yujin up, it makes her even better at the game! and at fucking you but that's a topic for later :))))

and ofc yujin wins the fucking match for her team,,, absolutely destroying the enemy and shooting a smug grin towards the other captain who was seething,,, and then everybody was cheering for yuj... singing her praises n everything but she ignored everybody and made a beeline towards you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd... you waved at your friends with a cheeky grin and a wink, being fully aware of what was coming.. 😉

yujin dragging you all the way over to her house⁉️⁉️ being so fucking lucky that none of her family members were around bcs she was sure that if her mother saw the way she grabbed your hair and pushed your back to the wall so hard your breath got knocked out of your lungs... she would get a beating 😭😭😭 yujin glaring down at you while you're smiling innocently, batting your eyelashes and all...

"hindi ka naman galit nyan? ang dali mo pala magselos, love—ah!" you winced when yujin pulls your hair down harder,, and she doesn't even say anything to you... she just kisses you roughly; biting at your lips, shoving her tongue down your throat, not giving you a break to breathe... and when she did she started attacking your neck, leaving all sorts of marks and bites across your skin, already blooming... fuuuck you could feel her hard-on poking at your thigh so you reach down to touch it but she slaps your hand away and bites your neck.. 😵‍💫

"you don't get to enjoy anything tonight, fucking slut..." she whispers against your skin, and soon enough your shorts and panties were off and you were bent over the couch,, whining and whimpering while yujin teased your entrance with her fingers... she wasn't even touching you properly, her fingers barsly ghosted over your folds,, forcing you to move your hips to try and make her touch you properly but yujin retracts her hand completely ☹️☹️

"fuck, yujin... just—" your words were replaced by a deep gasp when yujin just slams her cock inside you 🫠🫠 both of you moaning loudly in unison,, having to clutch the couch for dear life while yujin started pounding into you ruthlessly,, her grunting into your ear, biting your shoulder, and calling you all sorts of names and telling you all sorts of things in a fit of rage 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"tangina mo.. sobrang landi mo... f-fuuck, so tight... mhmph!!" yujinnie grabbing your waist and pulling you to her cock as she thrusts into your hole, using her full length to the point where it almost hurt but you didn't care.. yujin using one hand to hold your head up so you could scream her name without anything getting in the way, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth bcs you were being fucked so good you didn't know what to do with yourself...

"ahhh.. ah—ang sakit.. ang sakit, yujin...!"

"t-this is what sluts like you deserve... stop complaining—shit! nagkukunwari ka pa... this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

mmsmsffdhdj yujinnie letting go of your hair but pushing your head down so she could fuck you even better 🫠🫠 "gustong-gusto mo to, diba? being treated like this... being fucked like this... nagsawa ka na sa tite ko?? kaya pala nakikipag landian ka doon?? ha?" yujin was saying while spanking you,, she has already left her hand marks on your ass,, it was sure to sting for the entire night 😵‍💫

ofc she gets whiny when she's close :((( whining right on your ear, hugging your waist, and suddenly becoming soft?? "i'm gonna come, (y/n)... lemme me come inside you.. mmh..." aaaa yujinnie digging her nails into your skin as she dumps her load inside your walls :((( her still thrusting into you while she's coming tho???? "come, (y/n)... you fucking bitch, come..." and ofc you do 🤤🤤 squirting all over yujin's cock while moaning her name 😵‍💫

hdsskdhdfjhksd and the night ends with yujin carrying you to her bedroom, putting you on top of her and she's brushing your hair with her fingers, massaging your sore body, rubbing her palm gently over the places where she hit you and occasionally kissing your forehead cuz you're her babyyyy 🥺🥺 this is technically her aftercare but she's got her cock sat inside your warm pussy throughout all of this so 😭 hehehe her being possessive all the time but it's like amplified after you've fucked?? like she just whispers some crazy shit (that you love hearing) to you while you're recovering...

"akin ka lang."

[mikeyforreal]

Hi there, Mikey! I was wondering if you have some headcanons about Robin Buckley? Because I love Robin so much!

dating robin buckley head cannons !

a/n: thanks so much for requesting! here ya go :) also this is intended for afab

cw: fluff, robin being a little nerd

you're always going to her band performances ✰

robin invites you to all of them, big and the little ones

the first time she did, she did it think you were gonna show 😭

but ofc you did !!! how could you miss something like that? it was so important to her and you knew it

as soon as she saw you on the bleachers, her face lit up and she couldn't stop smiling the whole time :)

to the point where the other trumpets thought there was something wrong lmao

and if you're on the cheer team or any sports teams it's even better because then you never miss them, even if robin forgets to tell you

different dates ✰

robin is a little clueless romantically, so she usually asks steve or nancy for their thoughts or ideas

usually nancy gives better ideas in the end

one of your favorite dates was when you two went to get ice cream and walked around hawkins together

speaking of ice cream !

i think she'd really like sherbet in a waffle cone because she swears they taste better

and she always has ice cream at her house

but anyway back to the dates

steve is always third wheeling when she needs a lift to get you or when you're going somewhere that's too far for walking

he swears he hates it but secretly it makes him super happy to see robin get so excited talking about you or seeing the two of you interact, even if its awkward (he's so sweet to both of you)

sleepovers !! it's easy and comforting for her to know that you're safe with her all night :)

some random head cannons ✰

say it with me now,

PHOTO SHOOTS !!

she loves loves loves taking pictures of/with you

if you're on the cheer team or sports team, she has a pic of you in your uniform in her wallet

she has tons of pictures of you everywhere; her room, in a little locket she wears 24/7, on the mirror of steven's cars passenger seat (it's officially her spot fight me)

she loves hugging you from behind :)

always wanting to hang out at your house or vice versa

she learned how to make mixtapes for you

robin is always picking up random rocks that remind her of you

she's always watching whatever movies you want to (and letting you rent them for free)

she def wants to teach you to play trumpet

always helping you with homework

basically whatever it is you need she'll do it, no questions asked

idk why but robin reminds me of the song josie by blink-182 😭 (go listen to it, it's a masterpiece)

i think her love language is quality time or touch

robin is definitely a fast talker, especially when she's excited or worked up

so sometimes you just gotta take her hands in yours and look her in the eyes and politely tell her to slow down

she nods, takes a few breaths and then tells you what happened

if you're on the cheer team, she thinks you look absolutely adorable and beautiful in your cute little skirt and zip up with your name embroidered in cursive

and if you play on a sports team she is in awe whenever she sees your absolutely KILLING IT on the field or court

sometimes she hugs a biiit too tight and you can't breathe but she doesn't mean to hurt you !!! she just loves being close to you and pour it out in her hugs

she loves holding hands ! and she loves kissing your hand, very gentlewoman of her 🧐

she literally loves you sososo much, regardless of any "flaws" or "imperfections"

a/n: i had a lot of fun making this ! thanks again for the request :)

[writingplotbunnies]

Best Served Cold (Part 1/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Revenge brings Sophie Cooper to Charming. SAMCRO is still reeling from Donna's near death shooting, and the fractures in the club are becoming more pronounced. When Sophie's enemies become SAMCRO's enemies, will she be able to trust them enough to work together or will her growing connection to the SAMCRO VP force her to reevaluate her priorities?

This story takes place at the beginning of season 2.

Word Count: ~3100

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This will be a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Revenge... is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill, will return upon him with a greater violence, and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion. - Jeremy Taylor

Prologue

“This court finds the defendant Michael Halloway guilty of all charges and specifications.” 

Sophie Cooper sat in the back of a courtroom in San Bernardino County and watched the last bit of hope she’d had in the system disintegrate before her eyes. Guilty, by a jury of peers. Glazing up at Michael, she knew the decision came as no surprise to him. He didn’t glance her way as the sheriff slapped cuffs on him and led him out of the room. She doubted he even guessed she’d be here. She couldn’t exactly muster the correct amount of anger at the jury because given what they knew - what they were told Michael was guilty - she knew he was, but true to the American justice system, the true villain wasn’t even charged. According to the great courts of the land, the man responsible for it all was a respectable business owner and the victim of a terrible crime. She scoffed - weren’t they all? 

A fierce determination settled over her as she watched people move in and out of the courtroom. She vaguely heard bits of the next case on the docket while she sat in the corner and allowed the thoughts to chase themselves through her brain. Once the last case was heard, she joined the mass of people leaving for the day. A familiar trio of scruffy bearded men in leather vests stood outside the courthouse, faces drawn in grim lines. She acknowledged them with a nod of her head but didn’t hang around long enough to see if they even noticed. At this point, she figured it didn’t matter. Just because they shared in her loss didn’t mean they would be able to help her. 

For what came next she needed to do it alone.

A Few Months Later…

There wasn’t much of a plan as Sophie threw her duffel bag into the trunk of her Dodge Charger and pulled out of the motel parking lot. That wasn’t to say there wasn’t a plan at all. It was just that as far as plans went, it was a bit simple, and lacked a good number of details she knew would come back to bite her on the ass later. But, with the windows down, the wind blowing through her auburn hair, and the sun warm on her face, she could pretend for a moment that it was just a road trip. Just her and some good music while she wasted time between assignments. It worked for a while. She sang along to the radio. Stopped for lunch. Bought those spicy pretzels she only allowed herself to eat during a trip. The hours passed quickly. Almost too quickly. Even knowing the drive north would take her the better part of a day, she wished she had more time. As she drove past the Welcome to Charming sign, she wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. 

As expected, the town was small. Not quite Smallville, but close. Most of the shops were on the main road through town and were locally owned. Not a franchise in sight. Driving towards one of the residential areas, she smiled when she saw kids outside playing. 

Sophie had looked up specific directions to the house she’d rented, jotted them on a Post-it, and stuck it on her dash for easy reference. Finding a furnished place to rent had been surprisingly easy. It’d never occurred to her to buy things like a bedroom set, or a couch since she never seemed to land in one place long enough to invest in things that tied her to a single place. Of course, she also, as a rule, never thought too much about what might be discovered if she ever used a blacklight on any furniture in the places she stayed. Besides, she mostly figured she’d always slept, sat, or ate worse at some point in her life. Best not to overthink the small things. 

The house was a small two-bedroom bungalow nestled off the main roads, but it was clean and well-maintained. Weariness crashed over her as she dropped her bag by the front door. Glancing around, she decided to deal with everything tomorrow. Locking the door behind her, Sophie walked down the short hall to the master bedroom, slipped her gun from the holster, and placed it under her pillow before falling face-first onto the bed.  

Sunlight woke her in the morning. Blinking her eyes open, she regretted sleeping in her clothes. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she shuffled to the kitchen in search of coffee only to realize there was none. Because she’d done nothing before going to bed the night before. Grumbling under her breath, she stripped her clothes and tossed them on the floor before starting the shower. Washing the lingering sleep and travel grime from her body helped, but she knew without coffee nothing would be accomplished. She quickly dressed, and cursed, as she noticed the time. 

While she’d not spent a lot of time in small towns, she appreciated that running late didn’t mean she’d miss anything in this no-Starbucks town. Pulling into the parking lot of the only diner she’d seen on the map she smiled as she knew coffee would be just inside those doors. Spying the sheriff's jeep parked a few spots down, meant she could kill two birds with one stone. Sophie walked into Lumpy’s Family Restaurant. A name she would avoid thinking about for as long as possible.

Spotting the sheriff and them sitting together in one of the back booths, she froze. Taking a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her fist - and for good measure, reminding herself that she’d locked her sidearm in the hidden floor compartment of her car - she ignored them, and forced her feet to take her to the counter so she could order a coffee and a bagel. Their voices were too low to make out, but she could tell tensions were rising. A smirk graced her lips as she heard the sheriff refuse to work with them before leaving the diner with his righteousness wrapped around him like a flag. Wiping a bit of cream cheese from the corner of her mouth, she tracked the other occupants of the table, not wanting to be noticed. When it looked as though the sheriff was the only one planning to leave, she followed.  

“Excuse me, Deputy Hale?” Sophie called out, drawing his attention. 

The sheriff turned to face her, and Sophie thought he had kind eyes as he smiled at her. 

“Can I help you, miss?”

“Sophie Cooper. I’m the new receptionist for the police station.” 

“David Hale.” He held his hand out for her to shake. “It’s good to have you. Welcome to Charming.” 

Her lips curved into a smile. “Thanks! Sorry to bother you on a weekend, but I saw you in there and wanted to take the opportunity to introduce myself.” 

“No bother. I’d offer to buy you a cup of coffee, but you beat me to it. You’ll have to let me buy you one Monday - my way of welcoming you. We’re not as busy as the larger cities, but without some help, the station ends up in chaos.”

“I totally understand. I’m just happy there was a job. Small towns usually don’t have a lot of opportunities for outsiders.”

A flash of something crossed his face. David opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of a motorcycle pulling up behind them had his mouth clicking shut. If anything, his demeanor darkened further. Seems whoever it is upset him more than she did. 

“Hale, we’ve gotta talk, man.” 

Sophie looked at the guy who spoke and nearly choked on her own saliva. Everyone had a type, and she was no exception. The blond-haired, blue-eyed biker walking up to them fit her type to a “T” - and that was dangerous. She couldn't afford to be distracted. But she wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him until they both passed out. As her eyes dragged down his body, she noticed his kutte. She didn’t know why it’d caught her off guard; she’d heard the bike roll up. Given what brought her to Charming, she knew there would be an MC in town. Those details she knew would bite her showed up sooner than she’d expected. Something about being confronted with the reality of it threw her. 

“I’m in the middle of a conversation, Jax.”   

The biker, Jax, blinked as though just realizing she was there. Lack of awareness that bad was likely to get him killed. A flirty smile split his face as he took her in, and she didn’t hate the way it made her feel. His eyes twinkled with just enough awareness that he just knew how attractive he was. Likely had every woman in Charming offering to give him a ride. And, she couldn’t blame them. 

“Hey, darlin’. Need to borrow the good Deputy here for a minute.” 

“Jax,” David said. “This is Sophie. She’s gonna be the receptionist at the station. I’m sure she’ll be seeing a lot of you.” 

Sophie didn’t miss the subtext there. So, the local MC was a bit less than honest. Didn’t matter to her. Just so long as they stayed out of her business, they’d get along just fine. 

Pretending she didn’t catch the undertones of the conversation, Sophie glanced up at David. “I’m sure Jax has more important things to do than come by the station.”

Looking up at Jax, she winked as he chuckled under his breath. He must have been raised right because he held his hand out to her. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Sophie. Welcome to Charming.” 

With a smile on her face, she took his hand in hers. It was rough worn and warm. “Thanks.”

Sophie wanted to say something else, but Jax’s thumb stroked against the skin of her hand so softly she doubted he knew he was doing it. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand from his. 

“You two look like you have other stuff to talk about. I’ll see you on Monday, Deputy Hale.” 

“David.” 

She caught Jax rolling his eyes. Honestly. A bunch of children. Still, she did like how it seemed to bother the biker, as though he didn’t want anyone else to show an interest in her. 

Turning to David, she replied. “Of course. I’ll see you Monday, David.” 

She heard Jax shuffle behind her, could imagine the irritated look on his face. Smile on her face, she turned to Jax. “It was great meeting you, Jax. I hope to see you around more. Just maybe not always at the station.” 

“Not sure about that, darlin’. Now that I know you’ll be there every day.” 

Sophie laughed. She stepped closer to him, rolled up onto her tiptoes, and whispered in his ear. “In that case, don’t be a stranger.” 

Her arm brushed against his as she moved towards her car. She didn’t look back, but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back. Playing with him could be dangerous, but it’d been a while - and batteries were getting expensive. 

Pulling from the parking lot, she headed west out of town. Rolling into Oakland, Sophie glanced around the streets, noticing the familiar signs of city living in the trash and graffiti littering the walls. Parking her car in the lot behind the bar, she grabbed her .9mm Smith and Weston from the compartment and holstered it. Walking into the bar, she knew she would be out of place. A white girl stood out in a room full of One-Niner’s, but they have what she needed, and business is business. 

“You lost, sweetness?” 

She smirked at the large man who blocked her path further into the bar. Most activity stilled as everyone waited to see the carnage. She hoped they’d leave disappointed.  

“I’m here to see Laroy Wayne. Word is he’s the man to see about my needs.” 

The big man in front of her licked his lips as his eyes trailed up and down her body. 

“Got plenty of men ‘round here who could see to those needs.” 

Sophie smiled. “I’m sure you do, but these needs of mine are very specific and very expensive. I’d hate to need to move my business elsewhere; it’s been a long drive.” 

“Check her and let the girl come on through.” 

She glanced around the body in front of her and found Laroy sitting in a booth, arms stretched out along the top of the banquette. Sophie caught his eye.

“Your boy touches me and things might become a lot less friendly, and definitely less profitable. No one with brain cells comes into Oakland without protection, but so long as all we’re discussing is business, I’ve got no need to feel threatened, right, Mr. Wayne?” 

A slow smile spread across Laroy’s face as he nodded. The man in front of her moved, clearing a path for her. Glancing up she inclined her head. “Thanks.” 

Sliding into the booth across from Laroy, she was careful to make sure her hands were always visible. No need to spook the locals. 

“Mightly foolish steppin’ in here alone.” 

She nodded. “A calculated risk. I need hardware.” 

Laroy’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands as he studied her. She held his gaze steadily, allowing him to search out whatever it is he needed to find. 

“Hardware isn’t exactly the merchandise I sell. Especially to white girls who wander into my bar.”

Sophie nodded. “I know, but because of the merchandise you do sell, you have access to individuals who could acquire the items I need. I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“So you’ve said. Still haven’t told me who you are. Don’t make a habit of doing business with strangers.”

“Sophie Cooper. I’m new to the area. My favorite color is vermilion and I hate brussels sprouts and cabbage. Nasty tasting and the smell…” 

Something like amusement reached his eyes. “Miss Cooper, I’m not sure where you think you are, but I still haven’t heard a reason to sell you anything. My hospitality only extends so far; my time is important.”

Nodding her head, she pointed to her left side pocket. Watching Laroy’s face, she saw the moment he understood and waved his hand in a ‘get on with it’ motion; she pulled a slip of paper out and pressed it against the table. Tapping her finger along the top she met Laroy’s eyes before sliding it across to him. Holding her gaze, Laroy pulled the paper towards himself, only breaking eye contact long enough to read the information. His eyes snapped up to hers, a surprised sort of respect replacing the earlier amusement. 

“Get the lady a drink.” 

Glancing over her shoulder, she made eye contact with the bartender. “Sex on the Beach.” 

Laroy chuckled as she turned back to face him.

“I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth.” 

His eyes turned smokey as he continued to stare at her, his tongue traced along his bottom lip. “That the only thing sweet about you?” 

She mirrored his action, her own tongue tracing the bottom of her lip, noted how his eyes tracked the movement. “Depends on how good the delivery is.” 

Laroy nodded. “I can get this, but, sweetheart, this is an expensive order.” 

The bartender set her drink down. Pulling it closer to her, she placed the straw between her lips, watched Laroy watch her, and slowly fluttered her eyes closed as she pulled the liquid into her mouth. Never be afraid to use what you have. Any advantage is an advantage. Instead of saying anything, she drew the straw from her mouth and stirred her drink. 

“Hardware like this is for dropping bodies, and before I provide you that kind of access, you know I’m gonna need some assurances. Make sure none of the bodies dropping land in Oakland.” 

“I don’t shit where I eat, Laroy,” Sophie told him. “It’s none of your business why I need it, but I understand wanting to protect your interests. I’m exterminating a particular breed of subhuman lifeform, and I doubt a businessman such as yourself would care too much if I spend my free time hunting neo-Nazis. Think of it as a public service.” 

Laroy didn’t say anything, but he picked up the pen sitting on the table and scribbled what Sophie knew would be a number on the other side of the sheet of paper before sliding back to her. 

Pulling the paper to her, she glanced down at the number. Thankfully Laroy seemed interested in doing business rather than playing games - the number sat right where she figured it would. Pointing to the same pocket she’d pulled the paper from, she waited once more for Laroy’s consent before pulling an envelope.  

“Consider it a downpayment, and a sign of good faith since I’m a new customer. You’ll get the rest at delivery, once I’ve had a chance to try out the merchandise.” 

Laroy chuckled. “I can’t wait to see that.” Quickly, he thumbed through the cash she’d given him. It was roughly thirty percent of the total cost. 

“I like when people come prepared to conduct business. It’ll take me a minute to get your items. Collector's items are tricky.” 

Sophie smiled at him. “I understand.” 

After finishing her drink, she slid from the booth. Laroy did the same. At 5’ 10”, not many people stood taller than her, but Laroy had a good three inches on her that he used to his advantage. He stood just close enough to understand he was crowding into her space, shoulders rolled forward, chin tipped down like he could cage her in with his body. His hooded eyes traced her features. Slowly, he brought his hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, fingers dragging along the side of her neck leaving goosebumps in their wake. Holding his gaze, she pulled a business card from her back pocket. She reached up and tucked it into his breast pocket. Allowing her hand to rest against his chest, she appreciated the feel of the solid pectoral muscle under her hand. 

“Call that number when you’ve got my order ready. We can arrange delivery then,” Sophie whispered. 

Laroy lifted her hand from his chest and brushed a kiss along her knuckles.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you, Sophie. A few of my boys are gonna provide an escort out of town, make sure you don’t run into any trouble.” 

Sophie nodded. “I appreciate it. Escorting me more than fifteen miles beyond town limits might hurt my feelings though.” 

“Can’t have that,” Laroy said as he smirked. “They’ll be perfect gentlemen.”  

True to his word, Laroy’s boys followed her exactly fifteen miles outside Oakland. Sticking her hand out the window, she waved at them as the pulled to the side before heading back into town.

Part 2

Master List

[lexiloos-currentobsession]

BCS season 5 roundup!

Magic Man

-Saul Goodman is ~official~

-Ziiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeegler

-I ADORE the magic man montage

-The scene where Kim refuses Jimmy’s plan for convincing her client to take a plea deal and then does it herself anyway reminded me of when Jimmy told her to beat Howard to Mesa Verde and she initially declined but ended up sprinting through HHM

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-Nacho’s face when he sees his father in the restaurant 💔

-I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with context but I geeked out over Lalo giving Domingo the nick name Ocho Loco since we know him as Krazy 8 but no one has called him that in BSC yet

-This early still-Jimmy-at-heart phase of Saul Goodman is so fun to watch. Confidently strolling through the court house in ridiculous outfits dropping so many great phrases:

-Into every life a little rain must fall

-Life’s a rich pageant who are we to judge

The Guy for This

-HANK and GOMEY!!! What a perfect reveal

-I’d honestly forgotten that in Breaking Bad Hank said Krazy 8 was an informant but now it seems so obvious that we’d see how that came to be

-I’ll say it again, I love watching Kim Wexler yell

-A Suzuki Esteem, it’s an import

-Acker accuses Kim of saying anything to get what she wants and it seems to really affect her. I don’t think it gets to her because she believes it to be true of herself, but because she KNOWS that’s true of JIMMY

Namaste

-Me during the opening scene:

-Jimmy does the ole bang on the interview room door to make it seem like you’re walking away from the negotiating table trick that Hank JUST did to him to the criminals he’s meeting with

-My friends still call me Jimmy, you can too

Dedicado A Max

-Jimmy squeezing into the construction meeting 💀

-An all-time great Mcwexler scene: Kim role playing as Kevin

-The Acker scam is probably my favorite so far

-He’s claiming our prime contractor is an escaped felon lolol

-There’s a moment when Kim is confirming to Jimmy she wants to go after Kevin personally where she says “ok” and Jimmy replies “ok” while extending a beer her direction. She smirks. THIS is true Mcwexler happiness.

-Jimmy and Kim really make schemin and drinkin beers look so damn enjoyable

-Kim makes a hilarious face when Jimmy is on the phone with Mike and says “this is not like that other thing”

Wexler v Goodman

-I just feel like if just we get out there and we hustle we can do it!

-Jimmy is having FUN giving acting instructions. The whole shooting the commercial montage makes Jimmy so lovable

-The shot of Nacho and his car in that warehouse with missing windows is so sick

-Jonathan Banks plays Mike playing a sweet innocent old man so well

-No Cliff my hookers were taller than these

-Ofc Kim proposed to Jimmy

JMM

-Jimmy asks who the hell is Jorge de Guzman right when the opening credit for Tony Dalton pops up on screen

-They absolutely nailed the whole consummating the marriage scene because Jimmy is honest with Kim which showed way more intimacy than the actual act

-LIGHTNING BOLTS SHOOT FROM MY FINGERTIPS!!! I love that this specific language was included in the rant because now we know what Jimmy is thinking when he does the lil finger waggle to make something happen

Bagman

-One of the coolest things about this show is how it influences the way you view Breaking Bad on a rewatch, and this episode is a prime example. Seeing what Mike and Jimmy go through in Bagman completely recontextualizes their relationship for me. The closest feeling I can relate it to is when after you’ve known two people for a while you find out that they also know each other.

-Did Mike and Jimmy think they would be able to steal the car of the guy they baited and sniped???

Bad Choice Road

-Jimmy in the tub scene 👀

-Kim is the queen of impulsive decisiveness

-Ok Lalo IS Spider-Man. First the roof thing at Travel Wire and now him jumping off a ravine onto the esteem

-Jimmy pestering Kim with that ”pro bono means no money” argument is rich considering she held him down when his license was suspended

-When Lalo presses Jimmy for more about what happened in the desert Jimmy throws in the detail about drinking his pee, which was the same thing he did when Kim tried to get him to open up about what happened

Something Unforgiveable

-Kim snorting in laughter at Howard’s accusations of Jimmy made that scene

-There are a myriad of reasons why Kim turns on Howard and one I don’t see mentioned enough is TIMING!! Consider this, Jimmy tries to break up with Kim on the same day Howard approached her about Jimmy being unhinged. She brings this up to Jimmy that night almost as a way to distract from the heavy shit they’ve been experiencing. They spend the evening lightheartedly brainstorming schemes against Howard, then it becomes serious for Kim when she thinks going through with a plan will keep Jimmy in the relationship

-Jimmy leaves the mint chip off his room service sundae. I don’t exactly know why but it feels significant

-I’m trying to imagine how Jimmy felt when Kim did the finger guns at him. I imagine whatever he felt in that moment is what he was trying to convey to Kim when he did them to her in Saul Gone

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 627, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1228

“Hey MC!” James jogged over to where the Ratajczyk family was huddled up underneath a tree as rain sprinkled down all around us. “Hey, I have something for the kids!”

“Oh, what?” I asked, breaking out into fresh giggled as he pulled out little Jaques Ze Whipper plush toys, which the babies began to lord over.

“Babies!” little girl screamed, drawing her sibling’s attention to the plucky little five, almost six year old. She held her little plush toy up in the air before screaming, “Long live papa bear!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…!” cheered the babies in unison, jumping up and down on their feet with glee and happiness.

“Now that I’ve performed my obligatory duty…” James teased, shifting his one armed cape to cover him better from the sprinkling rain. “How are things with you all doing?”

“Oh, the girls are excited to start the fifth grade, Baby Tommy is thrilled at starting kindergarten in a few months, the babies are busy doing little babying tasks around the house, and we return back to rehearsals for the Nightmare Before Christmas musical next week,” I listed off with a motherly hum as my husband was happily being smothered by all the babies taking refuge from the muggy sprinkles on his burly chest.

“Ah,” he smiled at me, his fake mustache smearing a bit under the late summer humidity. “Well listen- Aaron’s mother is petitioning the courts for her grandparents rights to have access to Nessa Rose again.”

“Do you want us to take in little girl for a while during all of that?” my husband asked at once, his heart clearly yearning for a house full of love, pattering feet and gleeful giggles.

“We don’t mind, really!” I added in, giggling at the sight of my terrifying soulmate with seven tiny babies in his muscular arms.

“Mommy, Lizz Lizz and I want to go take Daisy back to the family tent,” Katie announced just then, the family dog sniffing at a freshly fallen leaf.

“Okay mo stór,” I hummed in a motherly fashion. “Do you want me to bring back food for you all? It’s about time for lunch.”

~xoXox~

Little girl was giggling as Baby Tommy fed her, the other babies taking a nap in the giant baby bassinet that Peter had made to look right out of a medieval movie. Elizabeth and Katie were both talking softly to themselves as they ate their lunch- a veggie burger and carrot fries for Elizabeth and a Chinese wrap for Katie. I was eating a plain cheeseburger and garlic fries while my husband also had the same order as I did, only with a much larger helping. Daisy was napping in front of the half opened door, her tail sweeping her floor as she dreamed sweet doggy dreams.

Peter was lazily feeding me garlic fries, his smile gentle and loving as the Ratajczyk-Picking family lazed about, doing absolutely nothing important.

“Mama Wen Wen, will Baby Tommy go to my school?” meeped little girl all of a sudden, turning to pat her little brother’s head.

“Pleasies mommy!” Baby Tommy begged. “Pleasies!”

“Hush now, sweet babies!” I cooed, tracing their cheeks. “Yes Baby Tommy- you and little girl will go to the same school!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…!” cheered the two babies excitedly, bouncing up and down with glee and excitement.

“Little girl, Baby Tommy, hush!” Peter shushed them. “Don’t you wake up your siblings!”

“Sorry Papa Pete!” little girl apologized meekly before grabbing a French fry from my tray and cramming it into her brother’s mouth. The chubby little man manfully ate his mouthful, giggling quietly the entire while.

“Oh my beloved goddaughter and my sweet son are in school already!” bemoaned the Ratajczyk family patriarch. “My babies aren’t babies anymore!”

“Don’t worry Papa Pete!” little girl said, reaching across to pat his chest. “I can always be your baby!”

“Mesies too! Mesies too!” added Baby Tommy, curling up into a tight ball against my chest before nodding off for a nap.

“Mesies needies nappy nap now!” little girl announced before curling her little girl body around her little brother and then promptly going to sleep. I couldn’t help but notice that her big girl speech happened when she was awake and under absolutely no stress at all, and she switched back into baby speech whenever she was tired or anxious. I was always amazed at how quickly she was growing up- it seemed like only yesterday she was an adorable, wide eye little blueberry who loved her mommy milk and being doted on by her beloved Papa Pete.

“Mommy, what was your favorite school subject when you were younger?” Katie asked me just then, having finished her lunch and now was wiping her face and hands with a napkin.

I couldn’t wipe the nostalgic smile from my face as I drifted backwards in time.

“I really liked theater and history,” I recalled. “I liked using acting as a way to express myself, and history class was always so full of ideas for short stories and books- I actually wrote a three book series on what happened to the infamous serial killer, Jack the Ripper. Those books were my first published works, with Hunting Jack the Ripper, Romancing Jack the Ripper and Killing Jack the Ripper making up the series. Anyways, I’m thinking of doing a rewrite of those books- long story short. I’m thinking of fleshing out the characters more, adding more detailing, cleaning up the story more… Just basically rounding out the story a bit more.”

“Wowie…” gasped Katie, her soft brown eyes wide with wonder. “What are those books about?”

“Alice, Emily, Grace and Lucy are ‘women for hire’ working the streets of London during Queen Victoria’s reign in 1888. When a killer emerges from the shadows and starts terrorizing the streets, the four friends band together to take down this monster,” I recited from my memory. “interesting side fact, but Jack the Ripper’s victims were homeless, not prostitutes, did you know that?”

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[angelvyxen]

NEWS BREAK 📰🚨 I’ve been slacking Ik some of this is a little late btw

On the date of 3/22/23 the French workers protested the whole city of Paris it was crazy they went on a strike https://twitter.com/joshuaphilll/status/1638610082018500611?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

Men are mad at Stanford medicine surgery cause majority are women and conservatives are making themselves mad about diversity claiming they don’t want a surgeon that came from a collage cause of diversity working on them 3/22/23 https://twitter.com/stanfordsurgery/status/1638526155174100992?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

Nashville had a school shooting 6 people died may they rest in peace https://abcnews.go.com/US/nashville-school-shooting-victims/story?id=98161083

Mike Pence must testify about conversations he had with Donald Trump leading up to January 6, judge rules thank god his ass deserves it I’m glad Kamala got his ass during the election. https://www.cnn.com/2023/03/28/politics/mike-pence-grand-jury-testimony/index.html

Donald Trump officially becomes first US President to be charged with a crime grand jury in New York has voted to indict the former President over his role in a hush money payment to a porn star. He will be arraigned Tuesday afternoon in Manhattan court house I also wonder if anything about Jeffrey & Gisele will come out during this? Like his crimes yes he will have a mugshot y’all.

Black men & black people are mad at these beautiful black women for saying their careers in a Tik tok vid saying the day should be about the bride when the bride said they should do a video mind you half of these women in this video are emergency physicians, obgyn physicians, etc and these black men are saying they would rather have a cashier worker they don’t like boss chicks cause they think they are all that and blah blah blah when in reality they are just admitting they are broke immature and dusty. https://twitter.com/makispoke/status/1640850849785159681?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

That’s all! For now ofc

Breaking News ladies! 👩🏽‍💼

The French people are doing their thing, good for them!

Men can only recognize ‘sexism’ when it’s ‘against then’. Honestly, I’m proud of the woman. If they want to see more male representation, then they can haul they asses to Stanford and study.

May they Rest In Peace. Moment of silence for the souls lost 🕯….

I can’t wait to watch the court case on CNN, play by fucking play bitch lmaoo.

When you do clownery Donald, the clown always comes back to bite! I hope they throw his wrinkly ass in maximum security.

I SAW THE LAST ONE YOU MENTIONED ON TWITTER. I swear, the inferiority complex’s in the QTs are sad to see. Some are saying why do it at a wedding, the bride probably didn’t want it, mind you the bride is in the video herself and they literally did it behind the scenes. It’s not like they did the shit in the middle of the ceremony or reception. Then the men are also saying that all the degrees don’t make them special, as if the women put themselves through medical school for the attention of men 😵‍💫. It’s just— men are confused. That’s why I don’t consider them fully human beings.

They want to go 50/50 but when they see women who can go 50/50, or honestly just be wayyy better on their own, they tear her down. If they see a woman working a minimum wage job, they tear her down. A woman starting a business? They tear her down. A woman wearing weave? They tear her down. A woman wearing her natural hair? They tear her down. A woman wearing makeup? They tear her down. A woman not wearing makeup? They tear her down. They’re all gay at this point.

[abyssruler]

i found your filo diluc so

perhaps … what about filo childe 👀

filo childe who plays basketball with his friends every weekend. he’s a varsity player!! lets you wear his jersey and warmers, always dedicates his shoots to you. searches for you in the audience and blows you a kiss while he’s in court. the two of you are known as that couple in campus. definitely a league of legends and valorant player. streams them live on fb and makes you watch and cheer him on even if you have no clue what’s going on.

he comes from old money. one of those babies whose parents gave super long fancy names to. ajax childe tartaglia josephino miguel antonio mabini-rizal iii.

would pay for everything. he doesn’t believe in kkb and will always insist on paying when you’re out on dates. sometimes, random grab or food panda drivers will arrive at your house and deliver food, saying it’s already been paid for. ofc it was childe. he loves to spoil you.

he’s your personal driver!! brings out his best cars whenever he take you out. it doesn’t even need to be an errand that involves him. going out with friends? he’s taking his keys and speeding to your house to drive you to your meet up place. need a ride home? he’s there asap. childe will never let you commute. bat ka pa sasakay ng jeep o tricycle o bus kung may porsche naman siya?

introduces you to his family before you even start dating. talking stage palang kinukwento ka na niya sa kanila as if kasal na kayo. would absolutely give you his grandmother’s ring as an anniversary gift. if the two of you ever break up, his family blames him and says he should do everything he can to get you back. mas trato ka pang anak kesa sa kaniya.

his family would still keep in touch with you even after you broke up, always dropping hints here and there about how much they miss you and how great you and childe looked together. teucer once said that if you aren’t gonna get back with his kuya then you should wait for him to grow up so you can date him instead.

childe, on the other hand, resorts to old traditions to win you back. serenading you outside your house (muntik na siya mahuli ng barangay tanod kasi akala adik siya), chopping blocks of wood on your yard (di mo alam kung san siya nakakuha ng kahoy), etc.

you laugh throughout the whole ordeal because he looks so goofy. naka barong tagalog pa siya every time bibisita siya sa bahay niyo. your family adores him. in the end, after much time and effort, he does win you back.

[hajimewhore]

Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 3.2k words ➷Humor, slight angst, misunderstandings, mutual pining, shenanigans ofc, i missed oikawa ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, ✈Part 7

Hajime nearly chokes, wiping the ‘potion’ dribbling down his jawline, he presses the back of his hand to his mouth in an attempt to keep the disgusting concoction from exiting his gut. 

“...How was it?”

You try to pat his back sympathetically (he’s gagging now), but you’re the one that insisted he try the mystery remedy first, and you cautiously pull your hand away as he shoots you the most menacing glare he can while he’s coughing into his palm. 

“It was made with weird mushrooms and fucking plants, how do you think it tastes?”

Terrible, you guess. And the effects were supposed to be instantaneous, according to a recipe dropped in one of the posts you found… not that you expected it to work. 

“Ahh, and nothing happened.”

You rub your jaw semi-thoughtfully, before catching the look on Hajime’s face. 

“Uh, Hajime?”

His expression is glaring, not unlike someone scheming for revenge. But that’s silly, Hajime wouldn’t blame you for the potion not working, right?

“It probably didn’t work because you didn’t try it with me.”

It seems he would, realization sets in as Hajime closes in on you, and you panic,

“I think it didn’t work because it was someone bullshitting!”

“Don’t you want to swap back? Just drink it!”

“You’re just mad, get away from me!”

You trip on your feet, stumbling into the kitchen table. It scrapes the tile as your hands clutch for purchase on anything that’ll help you get you away from the madman behind you, but the tablecloth you’ve grasped at isn’t much help seeing as you swipe it off the table entirely. You’d be impressed that all the plates and the flower-filled vase stayed perfectly set on the table from your impromptu magic trick, if it weren’t for Hajime assaulting you.

You cry out as if you’re being brutally attacked (you are, technically–just with plant juice), and Hajime takes you by the jaw and tilts a cup of the swirling cocktail to your lips, sloshing rather unappetizingly in the glass. If the thing had an aura, it’d have a thick gray cloud fuming from it. 

“And why would I be mad?”

“Because I made you drink a potion I found on a weird thread even though it was totally suspicious and completely untrustworthy!”

You confess to your sins, the thread was actually some sort of troll that promised the reader would swap bodies with their favorite celebrity, and you cast it aside for the likelihood of that never happening, it was probably a scam to get some gullible teens to drink essentially dirt.

And you admit that initially you thought it would be funny to prank Hajime, jotting down the recipe and conveniently leaving out the celebrity bit, but in your excitement to scheme you forgot Hajime doesn’t take too well to pranks at his expense. 

Not without retribution at least, and you find yourself grappling at his wrists, attempting to turn your head away from the glass.

He eyes you with a too eager grin,

“You should try it, really, it might work.”

It didn’t. 

It was disgusting. 

You have learned your lesson not to trifle with Hajime, and you're no closer to finding a solution to your problem. 

You slump onto the kitchen table, feeling especially abused and violated by the plant paste you regretfully crafted. 

“That’s number one on the list, what’s next?”

Hajime rests his elbow on the table, chin in palm as he scrolls on his phone. 

“Bonk our heads together so hard we pass out and hopefully wake up in our own bodies?”

You suggest. Who knows, it could actually work.

“No thanks, I’d rather not wake up the same way but with a concussion.”

The second Hajime turns down your cartoonish suggestion, his phone lights up and buzzes, signifying a call.

You glance at his phone, “Tooru’s calling you?”

“Fuck. I’ll just ignore it,”

The moment he sets his phone aside, the kitchen door bursts open, presenting none other than Oikawa Tooru, entirely expected given the situation and the fact that Hajime’s parents are still at work. 

“Tooru?!”

You blink in surprise, and Tooru frowns at the sight of the two of you together. 

“I knew you were ignoring me!”

“What the fuck Shittykawa, who said you could come over?”

Hajime grimaces, forgetting to stay true to your personality in his surprise. Tooru’s brow ticks at the catty response to his entrance. 

“I see you’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan, using his terrible nicknames! I didn’t think you’d ever use it on me either, but here we are!”

He folds his arms across his chest, and Hajime covers his mouth.

Shit, he let that one slip in his initial shock. 

“Besides, this is Iwa-chan’s house, and I say I can come over! You two have been ignoring me all week and coming up with the shittiest excuses—”

“Oikawa—”

“No, let me finish!”

He huffs, looking more serious than you’ve seen him outside the court. Judging by his posture and the worry in his brows, you can tell he’s been stressing himself lately. You bite your cheek, knowing full well you and Hajime were the root of the cause.

“Both of you have to go to the dentist when the office is closed, really? Iwa-chan studying for a test that’s not for another week, please! Give me a break. Not to mention, every practice you play like shit Iwa-chan,”

It’s not shit, you’re just not Hajime’s usual, because you’re not fucking Hajime. You want to argue, defend yourself and Hajime, but you keep your lips sealed. 

“You act like a total weirdo, you hardly talk to your own teammates and friends, and you–”

He turns to Hajime, technically you, scowl ever present. 

“You always run off with him after school! And don’t even pretend like you’re not having lunch with him too, Kunimi-chan saw you eating alone together by the art building–ditching me, yeah?”

He’s fuming, and his hair is moving in every direction accompanying his wild, frantic gestures. 

The guilt starts piling, and you’re starting to regret yours and Hajime’s way of handling the situation. 

To avoid uncomfortable situations and messing up, you thought the best method was to steer clear from everyone entirely. 

Clearly that’s backfiring, but it’s too late to erase those actions now. 

“Not only have you two spent all week lying to me, you’ve been completely ignoring my calls and texts all weekend too!”

Tooru pauses, rant seemingly over, but neither you or Hajime feel inclined to speak yet, too caught off guard by the outburst, and unsure of what you can say to remedy the situation. 

Tooru drops his arms at his sides, glancing away from the two of you, biting his lip. Your shoulders tense when you feel the atmosphere around him drop significantly.

“Are you guys mad at me?”

Oh. 

Oh fuck.

You forgot he had feelings. 

“Oikawa, it’s not that, I swear.”

You speak first, and Tooru looks to you with an expression that almost breaks your heart right there. Brown eyes glossy, lips in a thin line as if he’s trying to keep them from turning down into a frown, he looks genuinely displeased.

“Are you just sick of me? Are you tired of hanging out with me? I know I’m an asshole sometimes, but if it makes you guys that upset I can stop, I’ll be better.” 

In any other context you may quip with a ‘you could stop this whole time?’, but the joke wouldn’t sit right, and Tooru looks entirely too on edge, fingers tapping at his sides restlessly. 

Tooru’s always been the type to stay true to himself, unabashedly and unapologetically. He knows he’s flawed, has learned to accept his shortcomings as a person. But here he is before you and Hajime, willing to cast aside his pride for the sake of your friendship. It only serves to guilt you more, considering it’s based upon the lies you’ve built up.

“I promise we’re not sick of you, we just… had something come up that we had to deal with. It’s been really stressful, I’m sorry.”

You don’t particularly care if it’s too out of character, it’s what Tooru needs to hear. 

Risking a glance at Hajime, you see he’s shaking his leg and biting his lip, a few of his nervous tics, he’s contemplating something heavily. 

“And you can’t tell me? You always tell me when something is wrong.”

Tooru eyes you suspiciously, and it’s true, usually you can tell Tooru anything. But this isn’t something believable, and you and Hajime both decided it’s best kept a secret. 

“We can’t, but it’s nothing you did. Don’t worry about it, we’ll start hanging out soon, like we used to, we just have to deal with this ourselves.”

And you hope you’ll be able to, it’d be nice to go back to normal. You did miss movie nights with Tooru and Hajime, and you miss having lunch together on the rooftop. 

Tooru thinks for a moment, you see the gears turning in his head, eyes focused. He glances to Hajime, who hasn’t said a word the entire time, still tense on the other side of the table. 

Tooru’s contemplative gaze flicks to you, as if he’s had some sort of revelation. 

“Did you get her pregnant?”

WHA—THAT’S HIS REVELATION?

“You asshole, shut up!”

Hajime’s choice first words. 

“What?! No, no, fuck no!”

You blush heavily at his wild accusation, and Tooru looks visibly relieved. 

“Oh, thank god. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, necessarily, and I always kind of expected it, but this is just too soon.”

He laughs airily, as if he doesn’t feel the weight of his words like you do, heavy on your heart. Does everyone have that assumption? That you and Hajime would one day be together like that?

“We’re not even dating, idiot.”

Ouch. Hajime’s adamant refusal jabs at you, and you try to ignore the ache that claws at your chest. That may have stung a bit, but you certainly won’t admit it out loud.

“Yeah, yeah. I just couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be ignoring me like that.”

“It’s ‘cause we swapped bodies.”

You whip your head to Hajime, physically ripped from your disappointment, too shocked he’d blab the truth to Tooru and expect a reasonable outcome from it.

“Hah. Hah.”

Tooru doesn’t even entertain the explanation, arms crossed and eyes disinterested, accompanying the dry laugh well.

“It’s true.”

You hope Hajime knows what he’s doing. 

“Funny, and I didn’t think you’d be in on it Iwa-chan, looking so surprised like that.”

Tooru doesn’t even look skeptical, or remotely fazed, as if he doesn’t want to be tricked into falling for something so blatantly stupid. 

And normally, he’d be right to, but in this case, you and Hajime were unfortunately not kidding. 

“I just didn’t think Hajime would openly admit that without talking to me first.”

You shoot a glance at Hajime, as if to convey ‘I hope you know what you’re doing’, but he merely shrugs in response. 

“And you’re a real prankster today too. What’s gotten into you guys? Seriously, are you mad at me?”

Tooru is starting to look a little peeved, visibly doubting your words of encouragement from earlier. 

“We’re not mad. We switched places. We woke up last Sunday in each other’s bodies. That’s why we haven’t been ourselves, and that’s why we’ve been avoiding everyone.”

Hajime continues with his explanation, as if Tooru would be any closer to believing it.

Which he isn’t. 

“That’s not even possible, but fine, I’ll play along. You’re Iwa-chan, supposedly. What’s something that only he would know?”

Tooru crosses his arms smugly, staring at your body, who is ‘supposedly’ Hajime, as if he’s got you two in checkmate. 

This can’t be good for Tooru, but it’s definitely going to be good for you if you’re getting in on a secret. 

“Alright. You swore me to secrecy for this one,” Hajime doesn’t hesitate for one second, “that time at the volleyball banquet last year you saw a girl with a ‘nice ass’ in a ‘super mega tight dress’ and wanted to hit on her, but when you tapped her shoulder, she turned around and it was actually Y/N–”

Now this is very interesting news to you. 

“H-HEY, STOP TALKING–”  

Hajime side steps Tooru’s attempt to cover his mouth,

“And you pre-gamed before the event so you drunkenly admitted to me that you’d still tap that but she’s practically your sister and that’s gross but her ass looked so–”

“I get it okay! How do I know you’re not just fucking with me and broke the secret pact we made?!”

Tooru cuts Hajime off and glares at you, but you’re giving him the widest, shit-eating grin. 

“I knew that dress looked good.”

“Enough games already!”

“What about the time in elementary school where you and I went to a volleyball match and you had to–”

“ENOUGH, enough, I believe you, okay!”

Tooru relents, red-faced and practically sweating from his nervous panic. 

“I wanna know about the time in elementary school where you and Hajime went to a volleyball match and something happened.”

You put your hand up, wanting to know the juicy details. You thought you and Tooru told each other everything, but apparently there’s some missing gaps in that ‘everything’, and you’re very eager to learn. 

“We made a friendship promise and he swore me not to tell anyone but because of the circumstances, he had to—” 

“I said I believed you already, stop trying to out me!”

Tooru cuts Hajime off at the best part, every time. 

He taps his foot with a huff, bottom lip twitching into a frown. Hajime gives him a smug look, staring back combatively, as if Tooru will attempt to call out bullshit again (he won’t). 

You’ll have to remember to ask Hajime about the middle school incident at a later date, but right now, 

“I’m sorry we kept this from you, and sorry I kept ignoring your calls, Tooru. We didn’t know what to do.”

You interrupt their staring contest, wrapping your arms around Tooru in a tight hug. You’re the tallest you’ve ever been, and it’s weird to hug him when you aren’t yourself, but you missed your best friend. 

“Uh…”

Tooru awkwardly pats your back,

“I was kind of lying before because I thought you guys were trying to shame and humiliate me, but this is really weird and I actually might believe you now.”

“Asshole, that’s all it took?! And stop hugging him like that, it's freaking me out!”

Hajime slaps Tooru on the back, yanking you by the back of your shirt to pull you from the hug. 

He grumbles something indecipherable under his breath, contemplating whether he should even say anything, 

“I’m sorry too. I guess.”

He gives Tooru an awkward, much gentler slap on the back, before slinging his arm around Tooru in some sort of half-hug gesture.

“I-Iwa-chan! It really is you in there!”

Oikawa’s fake tears spring to life as he bends down to wrap Hajime in a hug, who struggles like a cat wanting to be released. 

“Get off me!”

Tooru pulls back, wiping a tear from his long lashes, 

“I’m still really upset right now, I really thought you guys hated me! So if you could please shower me with adoration, that’d be lovely.”

Tooru spreads out his arms, a pathetic expression on his face that Hajime doesn’t buy for one second. 

“Tooru! I love you! You’re the best Tooru, your jump serves are great! Your setting is unmatched! You’re my bestest friend!”

You cheer him on, Hajime is balking that you’d even entertain the idea of doing that in his body, let alone acting on it, but Tooru eats it up with gleaming eyes. 

“Quit feeding his ego!”

It’s your turn to be scolded by Hajime, but you just stick your tongue out at him sheepishly. 

“He deserves it?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly! He didn’t do anything, and we were being bad friends.”

“I’m on your side,”

Tooru slings an arm around your shoulder and gazes down at Hajime, who’s more aggravated now than when he was drinking straight plant paste. 

It hadn’t bothered him too much initially, but having to crane his neck up to glare at Tooru is sparking some caveman urge deep inside Hajime to absolutely throttle him.

“Out. Get out of my house.”

“Technically, this isn’t your house–OW, Iwa-chan, that still hurts!”

“Newsflash Asshole-kawa, girls can hit too!”

They can, and you let Hajime prove his point. 

“So,”

“If it’s something about aliens, I don’t want to hear it.”

You interrupt Tooru before he can spew something definitely about aliens.

“I wasn’t going to bring up aliens–though it’s a very valid cause you definitely need to consider. I was actually going to ask if you have any idea how long you’re gonna be like this?”

You give Tooru a tired look, and Hajime just ignores him entirely, tired of glaring no doubt. 

Tooru’s been lazing around, attempting to ‘help’ you and Hajime, but you doubt he’s accomplished anything aside from scrolling through the same threads you’ve looked through. You’re willing to bet he researched for a minute or two before losing interest, abandoning the task in favor of looking through Karasuno’s and Shiratorizawa’s match history.

“If we knew, we’d tell you.”

You respond, since it seems Hajime isn’t interested in replying.

“Ooh, that reminds me,” Tooru props his elbows up on the couch, pausing whatever volleyball match he was watching to drop his phone on his chest, “I saw this foreign family comedy once where the mom and her daughter swapped places, but they had to show each other selfless love and understand what the other goes through to swap back.” 

Tooru gasps in additional realization before turning to Hajime, “Iwa-chan, are you her mom?”

The look Hajime gives Tooru is enough to put him in a grave and send secondhand chills down your spine. 

“Sorry, sorry, don’t hit me again! Your hands are pointy and jabby now, it’s hard to get used to.”

Ignoring that, 

“Hajime and I already understand each other, we have to put up with you all day.”

“True,” Tooru is completely unbothered by that comment, “I did see a romcom where the two main characters had to kiss at the end, they ended up swapping places like that.”

You don’t like that he casually suggests this with such an innocent look on his features.

“That sounds stupid, watch better movies.”

Hajime grunts out, and you’ll admit that kissing Hajime would be nice, but under normal circumstances preferably. You don’t particularly want to kiss yourself as Hajime. 

“I appreciate all your knowledge in films that have body swaps in them Tooru, but this isn’t a romcom, or a movie.”

You sigh, and Tooru hums thoughtfully. 

“Sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

He sits upright with ease, sliding off the couch and pocketing his phone, 

“Anyways, I’ve got more practice to do. I’ll try not to be too hard on you tomorrow, now that I know you’ve swapped with that brute over there. Ciao!”

Tooru ducks out of the living room and out the Iwaizumi household before Hajime can assault him, and good thing, he probably would’ve had some bruises from your ‘jabby’ and ‘pointy’ hands. 

With Tooru’s quick escape, you’re left contemplating whether that suggestion would actually work or not, risking glances to Hajime across the room.

A/N: not me ending a chapter on a juicy bit again afjknddm, anyways im posting this at an ungodly time but i hope everyone enjoys!

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[emsvegetables]

“Omg Hogwarts!Haikyuu is the best thing ever dhcjekkxkdjf! Can I request 7th year Hufflepuff!Reader hcs with Atsumu, Iwaizumi and Tendou (they can be in any house!)? Just hcs of their relationship at hogwarts ♡”

ejrififififj OFC ANON THANK U FOR LETTING ME CHOOSE WHATEVER HOUSE THEY WOULD BE IN!!!!!! ririfici HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!

Atsumu:

* okay. this guy is a HARD slytherin.

* if there was a second house he would be a hufflepuff!!!

* but he’s a HARD slytherin.

* just going to say that you guys got together already, and Atsumu LOVES how sweet you are.

* let me tell you, Osamu (he’s a gryffindor!) tells you ALL the time how you should ditch Atsumu to find someone better AHAHA

* and all your hufflepuff friends are asking you whether he’s nice, bc you know how slytherins have some prejudice against them for some reason???

* you ofc say he is!!!! he’s a TOTAL softie for you.

* N E WAYS

* he always saunters up to you with a smirk on his face every morning during breakfast time and presses a kiss to your lips and swipes some toast from your plate.

* more often than not the kiss turns into a very heavy makeout, and professor Mcgonagall is either telling him to stop, or professor Snape is giving him detention.

* lmao professor Snape CANNOT stand Atsumu.

* (bc he’s cocky, confident, and reminds him of a certain jam—)

* Atsumu’s never sorry, though, and he’ll shoot you a wink and casually walk back to the slytherin table.

* WIEIFIFIWKW

* he’s also somehow super smart at defense against the dark arts??????

* so whenever you need tutoring, he’ll grin and prod you on the cheek,” what’s this, my cute little badger wants me to teach her dark things? aren’t you afraid that i, the cunning snake will eat you up?”

* “Atsumu. i asked you to teach me defense AGAINST the dark things.”

* “aw.”

* FJEIDKFKDK

* and every quidditch match???

* he’s obviously the star chaser of the team, and he occasionally dedicates his scores to you ☺️☺️

* and when he’s done from the match?

* he’s grinning and flying to the stands at where you are, and hoisting you up onto his lap to fly you around the court.

* oh Merlin madam Hooch had a FIELD DAY, chasing after Atsumu, yelling at him to put you down.

* fjeikdfkdkkf he gets into so much detentions he’s known as the bad boy of the school.

* some girls glare at you when you walk pass them in school, bc they’re just so jealous and wonder how you managed to get him.

* some guys are jealous of ATSUMU!!!! bc you’re so sweet and helpful to everyone and fofkvkvkfkdje everybody has a crush on you.

* but everyone knows how scary Atsumu can be when anybody that’s close to him gets threatened.

* there was once he hexed someone so bad that the person had to stay in the hospital wing for one whole week.

* he’s the school’s resident bad boy, and you’re the sweet hufflepuff he’s dating that makes him smile.

* he’s soft, but only for you.

Iwaizumi:

* have you seen this man????

* GRYFFINDOR!!!! GRYFFINDOR!!! GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

* if there was a second house he would be a hufflepuff, but he’s A GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

* he’s an absolute gentleman to you before you guys even got into a relationship.

* but now that you’re dating???

* he’s smiling at you as you smile at him from the hufflepuff table, and he’ll occasionally save the muffins from breakfast that he knows you love and pass them to you whenever you sit beside him in charms.

* he’s a WHIZ at charms.

* professor Flitwick LOVES him.

* literally he’s always the first to cast a charm properly. ):(

* he’ll always happily teach you charms by the lake, where if the two of you have time, will have a quick picnic there!!!!!

* he always sneaks into the kitchen with Kuroo (slytherin) and Oikawa (ravenclaw), and he’ll bring some treacle tart to your dorm, and asks those first year hufflepuff going into the dorm to bring them to you!!!! 🥺🥺

* he also carries your books all the time when he sees you carrying more than one, and he ALWAYS walks you to your classes even if it makes him late to the next one 🥺

* he’s obviously in the gryffindor team!!! and let me tell you, this guy is the SEXIEST beater out there.

* literally, his biceps will be straining and shining in the sun as his eyes will be screwed up in concentration, aiming for the next target.

* phew 🥵🥵

* he always runs to give you a adrenaline-filled kiss after his match, and if he’s still under the adrenaline-high, many things happen in the locker room ;)

* but let me tell you, he’s also SO protective to you.

* there was once he heard some guys talking something very crude about you, and he beat them up.

* he came out without a scratch.

* EIEORKFIFIFKF

* he’ll glare at anyone that he thinks will try anything on you, or if he finds slightly suspicious.

* WISKDIDIFJ

* everyone repeat after me! GRYFFINDOR IWAIZUMI AND HUFFLEPUFF (Y/N)!!!!

* literally everyone thought you were dating even before the both of you started bc they saw the way Iwaizumi would smile and stare at you.

* Mcgonagall had a bet with Sprout on who would confess first!!!! (Sprout won bc you did BTW!)

* Iwaizumi might be a gryffindor, but he sure was shy with his feelings, and Oikawa had to out him one day in front of you.

* DJEIFIDID IWAIZUMI NEARLY MURDERED OIKAWA THAT DAY

* but you told him that you actually liked him, and would love to date him!

* and that’s how Sprout won.

Tendou:

* he’s a slytherin.

* if there’s was a second house, it’s ravenclaw for him!!!

* but he’s DEFO a slytherin.

* anyway.

* it came as a shock to everyone when the both of you started dating.

* bc who would have thought??? A SLYTHERIN AND A HUFFLEPUFF??? the audacity????

* but tbh the both of you are real cute so nobody says much.

* like...

* he’ll always pop his head on yours during breakfast, and ask you to feed him whatever you think you should.

* you fed him salt once as a joke and he gasped so loudly everyone stared at him.

* he also always casts spells to levitate your books whenever he sees that you’re carrying too many!!!

* he got in trouble for using magic in the halls one too many times, but he’ll do it again bc ITS FOR YOU!!!!!!

* EKEKFKF

* you tell him to stop or just carry your books, but he tells you that he’s lazy and just ruffles your hair ):(

* speaking of books!

* this guy is just smart on his own, tbh.

* he has some sort of photographic memory, i’m not even kidding.

* you would be studying hard for upcoming exams and he would just be lounging by your side whistling.

* ZAOWORIRJFHRU

* you CANNOT study next to him bc he’s so distracting????

* and somehow, even though you’re sure you studied more than him, he gets a better score than you all the time >:<

* he always grins at you and offers to teach you, and he does, but you don’t understand the way he explains the concept AAHAHAHAH

* oh my god!!! I JUST REMEMBERED.

* you bet that there’s going to be a LOT of late night snogs in the room of requirement.

* or any closet.

* Flich caught you twice when he pulled open the closet to reveal the both of you sweaty and puffing, and he was going to scream and report it to the teachers when Tendou cast a spell on him and carried you and ran away.

* “TENDOU!!!!”

* “yes, sweetness?”

* “you didn’t have to do that to Flich!!!”

* “oh, you’re so sweet, (Y/N), i almost want to kiss you again.”

* EEKEKDJFJF

* well there’s that!!!!!!

hi anon!!! i hope you liked these!!! i wasn’t sure of what to write so i just word-vomited, so i’m sorry if these are a little wacky AHAHAH

[corancoranthemagicalman]

Thinking about Dean in Heaven post-finale and he hasn't talked to Cas yet. But he meets Collette. And they became friends ofc. She's Cas-coded and he's Cain-coded and they share a drink every Tuesday and she probably runs a bee farm or whatever.

Anyways, while they're talking Collette tells Dean that she likes this new Heaven a lot, but despite it being about living now since they stopped playing their Greatest Hits, it's not quite living since she can't see Cain anymore - confessing that he's not in Heaven with her.

Idk through some nosy neighbor who recognizes Cain via his picture in Collette's house she finds out Cain IS in Heaven. He's just not with her. So she calls down Heaven's IT (idk Samandriel since I love him) and she's like?? Do Soulmates not exist in this new Heaven?? Why isn't he with me and I with him??

(Because of course she loves him. She still loves him. She died by his blade and she loves him.)

And Alfie explains that since this new Heaven is all about Free Will, no there are not Soulmates. Collette takes this to mean that since they were no longer "fated" by Chuck, this means Cain would never willingly CHOOSE her.

So of course she takes like two bottles of whisky to Dean's cabin because they're buddies and buddies do this. One bottle is a gift and the other is for the now. Dean's like, "what's up?" And she probably says something like, "I have two bottles of whisky. Can you wait until we open one to ask me how my day is?"

So they shoot the shit for a bit while they get started in on the bottle until Collette "call me Collie" confesses that she found out Cain IS in Heaven, he just didn't want to see her.

And since Dean is Cain-coded (and vice versa) he's like, "Collette, he KILLED you. Maybe he thinks you don't WANT to see him."

This - of course - is a parallel to Dean not having seen Cas yet. He got Cas killed, AGAIN. And Cas obviously wasn't there on his first arrival, therefore, Castiel must not want to see him.

And Collette gets this fierceness in her eyes and she says, "you know what my dying words to Cain were? It wasn't begging him to stop. That was before the First Blade pierced my chest. As I lay bleeding out in his arms, soaking him with my blood, I told him I forgave him. That I love him." And she gets a little huffy. "I believe that puts the proverbial ball into HIS court."

And anyways Cain/Collette and Dean/Cas parallel where Cain/Dean thinks that Collette/Cas doesn't want to see them but they don't use their words but also Collette/Cas assuming that they would never be chosen in a world of Free Will and only when Fate would throw them together. That's all I'm thinking about.

[nossbean]

I haven’t had as much time as I’d hoped to get stuck in with @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange yet, but from the fraction of the 105 (🎉🎉🎉) fics I have been able to read, a few recs:

Book canon

Innocent This is my gift fic and I’m obsessed. The author did more with my prompt than I could’ve hoped for, their style packs a hell of a lot of punch into a pretty condensed space — I love how they weight emotional/physical/reflective responses — and takes up complex issues (gender! Morality! Innocence! Trauma!) and handles them deftly all whilst also giving a post-LSH Brienne space she needs to grieve, and rage, and be bloody exhausted, and also be perfectly Brienne through it all: grappling with all she’s been through and all she wants to be and all she wants to still believe. so, like, ALL THAT, whilst ALSO having these pitch perfect notes of the relationship she has with Jaime, the relationship Jaime has with her, and how those two things need to come a bit more into alignment if they’re to move forward, and then a *chef’s kiss* of an ending that made me melt and punch the air in equal measure, as it hit a particular target of mine with precision. There’s also a very cathartic scene wherein some stuff happens but I don’t want to give it away but have been thinking about it pretty nonstop since it was posted...! ~enigmatic~ It was just all superb. This recommendation is roughly as coherent as my comment ~1.5 weeks ago, which maybe gives you an idea as to the feelings the fic instills. All in all, WORTH YOUR TIIIMMMEMEMEEE.

that would be enough  This fic!!! It is snappy, and I adored the Brienne and Jaime of this fic. The author captures a whole hell of a lot with the fewest of words (truly, how!!!) and it navigates, again, a post-LSH JB, and that complex thing between JB in a way that feels utterly visceral and true. Leaning into the profundity of their feelings for one another whilst also allowing how terrible they both are at speaking to said feelings, rather both being people of action and trying their best even when things don’t go exactly as they’d hoped (and sometimes even when they do), it’s just a damn satisfying read. There are these character notes throughout that I just wanted to linger in, and have done, on re-read, and anticipate doing time and again. It really is just a pleasure of a read that will nestle into you and linger.

Alternate universes

Love Isn’t a Sprint, It’s a Marathon  This fic is SO MUCH FUN. There are so many clever and delightful easter eggs and overlays from Jaime and Brienne’s Riverrun road trip onto a marathon (!) our two favourite dummies are running in modern Westeros, and it’s fucking GREAT. There are laugh out loud gags and moments, and emotional/romantic beats which land just when you want them, and the author’s style is pacy (running pun intended; this fic taught me things) and just carries you along so pleasingly. It also gifted me with visions of Jaime in a perfectly tussled bun and tight jogging outfit (in Lannister colours, ofc), and Brienne in her favourite blue sports bra, and to the author I say: thank you. The, hm, confounding (to Brienne) history between JB in this ‘verse is revealed throughout the fic, which works so well in conjunction with how the marathon experience is progressing their relationship, building up a satisfying tension between them and rewarding us with a fantastic end. I don’t want to give too much away, so have some emoji in lieu of spoilers: 🥳😍😂😍🔥🎉 🎉🎉😍🥰 also to this introvert, Brienne’s way of interacting with strangers on a marathon course is SO relatable, my god. This is one of those stories that just leaves you happy.

when the sun is coming through, you fill my head with you  This fic is a modern reconciliation/second chances fic with a great premise, and I basically had a meltdown about the author’s prose. It is STUNNING. The fic looks at a JB separated by several years after a botched (or was it?) overture made just before one of them leaves town. Brienne, soaked to the bone and injured after defending a person from four (4) muggers turns up on Jaime’s doorstep one night unannounced. Me, loving this: she went to him because she knew he’d look after her even after all this time 😭😭😭 Things proceed apace from there, and as I said in my comment: Jaime throughout all of this is this wonderful blend of capturing that energy he has with a softness that feels very true to the heart of him. And Brienne! There’s a line in the fic specifically about her which just... yes. The author also manages a really interesting spin on the “I’m strong enough” line, which I went head over heels for. Also I made so many noises while reading over the prose alone but it isn’t just beautiful (it is beautiful), it also weaves so well through character and the situation and omggggg. Make a cuppa and spend some time with this fic, it’s well worth it.

Multichapters

So I’m mostly saving multichapters at the moment, I did get involved in these two, both AUs:

The Shooting Party (complete) Another fic which made me lose my damn mind. The conceit is wonderful and fun and it was played to perfection, but honestly it was the way these two were written here which got me. Set in 1912 on a holiday weekend at the Stark estate, Brienne asks Jaime to pretend to be courting her in order to put off the man her father is bringing as a potential suitor: Hyle Hunt. Jaime agrees, with one two caveats. My comment on this fic was borderline incoherent but possibly the only sensible thing I said was that the author had got to the very heart of Brienne in her POV (she is the sole POV), was written with such evident love for the character, and it was just such pure joy to read. Everything we got of Jaime, too, was just exactly as one (me) might hope, particularly of the circumstances in the fic. I love him always, but particularly here 💖 Truly I literally finished reading this fic only a little while ago and am still processing but Y’ALL. I wanted to live there forever, I was stunned joyful. AND THE AUTHOR’S STYLE! Such a pleasure, my god. This fic expanded in my chest, and I’m trying to keep cozy that joyous feeling as long as possible.

Way Enough (WIP) Currently a WIP, this modern AU follows Brienne and Jaime as they reunite after years apart: the central setting so far has been a rowing boat house, and the author is incredibly evocative with their descriptions of... well everything, honestly, but the loving way they describe rowing is really such a pleasure to read. Jaime and Brienne in this is also great: a particular dynamic I always enjoy wherein Jaime is just so overjoyed to see Brienne again, and Brienne is, too, but in a far more reserved and tentative way. We’ve so far has two out of five chapters posted, but I’m really looking forward to where it’s going.

[adammilligan]

i ABSOLUTELY want to hear about the fantasy au!!!

OKAY! this is gonna be a ride so strap in. if it's incomprehensible and confusing then whatever let's do this anyway

so adam is from a town up in the far north, right. he lived there with kate until he was fourteen and kate (who worked as the town healer) passed away. kate was respected in the town because she was the best at her job but adam, as a bastard child, could never quite manage to win that same respect from the townspeople (and ofc it being a small town that same distrust generally gets passed down to children as well) so when his mom died adam was like yknow what? fuck it??? i'm leaving i'm out and if i'm gonna die of starvation sooner or later i'm at least gonna visit someplace beyond this icy wasteland for the first time in my life. so he takes what he knows about traveling through the snow and what little possessions he can carry with him and he just fucking. bails. if the town wants a healer they can do it themselves❤

so anyway he travels south and he damn near doesn't make it because he's fourteen and entirely unused to traveling because he's lived in the town his whole life and doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. but he's also stubborn as all fucking hell and doesn't let himself collapse until he starts seeing deciduous trees instead of coniferous and then he's like "wow. that's pretty" and just fucking faceplants. right in the grass.

so of course he doesn't die yet, right, he's found by somebody who drags his scrawny ass to some shelter and it turns out she's a sort of traveling healer??? and like...adam learned a lot from his mom but she was supposed to start REALLY teaching him when he was fifteen and obviously that didn't happen. so adam decides, since he has literally nowhere else to go and nothing else to live for basically, that he'll ask to be the woman's apprentice and (to his MAJOR fucking surprise) she accepts. so for the next six-ish years he basically spends time learning how to properly heal people and traveling along EVERYWHERE (he absolutely has a little summer fling with kristin in a seaside town. this is non-negotiable) and eventually all good things have to come to an end, right? so the woman isn't OLD old but she's certainly hitting an age and she decides that she's gonna settle down and just pass all her shit on to him and though he doesn't wanna leave the only person he's known for years he decides that he stills wants to Go Out and See Things and Help People and so they part ways.

meanwhile, in the world of royalty, there's a battle brewing because one kingdom just Will Not Fuck Off at the border between them and michael's acting as the prince regent right now because chuck is indisposed one way or another and he just sort of decides yknow what? fuck it? if these motherfuckers aren't going to leave then we're just gonna make them leave? and takes a party of knights down to the border to make them fuck off.

adam, who just so happened to be headed straight for the border, is not amused. but we'll get back to him in a moment.

anyway the fight starts, shit gets wild because there were more people down there than they thought, and michael's party is pretty much forced to in the midst of battle (like some "EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES" thing) but the PROBLEM is, michael gets hit and he gets hit BAD. like someone sliced him up and then a fleeing horse trampled him for good measure. the thing though is while michael's party was forced to flee, the opposing side was also forced to retreat because more of their numbers were taken out than he thought. so michael's essentially bleeding out on the forest floor, adam's been hiding up a tree this entire time because....what the FUCK just happened. and then he sees someone who's very obviously royalty just laying on the grass and decides to go up to him and poke him with a stick because if he's dead then HEY⁠—free stuff he can loot off his body to sell, right? give him a break he could always use the coin.

so, as it turns out, the dude's not dead! fan-fucking-tastic, right?

and adam TRIES to leave him behind. he really does. but then he thinks about how he would've died if the healer hadn't helped him and he thinks about what his mom would do and he bangs his head against a tree a couple times before finally turning around and performing the speediest emergency patch job on this man who might not even make it and all the while he's just like "don't wanna be here. people are gonna accuse me of murdering nobility. i have better things to do that be executed. cmon" and he's not even sure that the royal dude's gonna MAKE IT but he does his best anyway. he's using up supplies for this. royal dude better be fucking grateful.

once it finally seems like royal dude's not gonna die if adam moves him more than two inches, adam (veery slowly) drags him to a nearby cave system that he'd seen when he'd passed through the area before and decides to just look after him from there.

eventually, after adam has been looking after him for a While, royal dude wakes up. and he's Not Happy about it. so, naturally, he and adam get into an argument where he declares he's a prince and how dare adam lay his filthy hands on him yada yada yada and adam's like lol i'm not the one with the major fucking injury but alright. but also he's worried that michael's gonna kill him after he gets better but he doesn't want to leave him to die either and also he put too much work into this pretentious mf to just leave him now SO he might as well risk death.

and michael TRIES to do things independently at first. he REALLY does. he tries to the point where he keeps tearing his stitches and adam starts absolutely raising hell about it because his supplies are already wearing thin enough without angryfuck mcstubbornmeister fucking ruining them every chance he gets. and then he just fucking storms off for literally eight hours and michael's like "FINE. DIDN'T NEED HIM AROUND ANYWAY" but is also worried because he really can't move around all that much and he doesn't WANT to die and just as he's sort of accepting that he's been left adam storms back in with new supplies that he spent the last of his coin on and literally just starts raving about how if michael fucks these up too adam will LITERALLY smother him in his sleep. prince or not. and honestly adam's surprised michael didn't try to forcefully claw his way out of the cave but michael's just surprised that this commoner didn't just leave for good.

they both make an effort to get along a little better after that.

and then they actually get to talking and realize that they have more in common than they thought. which is odd, because they're also so different but they're similar in all the ways that matter and eventually they start trading stories while adam starts helping michael finally move around again and oftentimes the caves would echo with their laughter, so loudly would it reverberate around the stone walls. when michael is finally able to start walking (albeit REALLY stiffly) without assistance, he insists that he's going to go hunt because adam's been doing it for the both of them all this time and he hates just sitting around doing nothing. and when he ends up unable to catch anything because the pain flared up a bit too much, adam doesn't say a word, just flashes him a smile and shoots down a rabbit that they share without a word. and then adam lets him get water from the river instead, and somehow they end up laughing and soaking wet because they started a little splash fight even though adam starts fussing about the wounds afterwards.

but then the day comes; the day that michael can finally move around normally without too much strain, and at first neither of them acknowledge it. at first, they still sit by the riverbank and fish and tell each other whispered stories (whether fact or fiction) by the cooking fire, faces tanned from the heat and sitting a little too close than they'd like to mention. but michael brings it up one day, with hunched shoulders and a weary frown at the reminder, that he has a kingdom to rule. that his father was out of commission, and the longer he stayed hidden away the weaker the kingdom would seem, and adam sighs and concedes.

michael asks, a little hopeful, if adam would come with him. he could be appointed as the court physician, and he wouldn't ever have to worry about money or shelter or supplies ever again. but adam is used to small houses and worn paths and the ache of travel and the hard earth as his bed and his pillow, not downy mattresses and pampering. besides, constantly having to be in the presence of all those snobby nobles would be the absolute death of him, and he knows it.

so he says no, and very nearly changes his answer when michael's form deflates, the prince regent's face pulling into something downright sorrowful, and adam promises to accompany him to the border before they part ways.

they make it to the border, and it isn't even two moments of them awkwardly standing there shuffling their feet before adam thinks to hell with it and pulls the prince regent of one of the largest kingdoms in the land into a hug, except...they don't separate. they don't separate until adam pulls back, just enough to look michael in the eyes, before kissing him. it's soft and light and chaste, something that begins and brings with it the promise of never quite ending, even after they finally break apart, their foreheads gently meeting as they stare at each other.

michael asks if they'll ever meet again. adam doesn't know what to say, because life is tumultuous and messy and he might die before the year is at an end, so he only smiles. he smiles and he kisses michael once on the cheek and tells him that his kingdom is waiting for him, all while thinking (but never voicing) that it is his kingdom that needs him and michael has never been nor ever will be bound by the wants of a nameless travelling healer, and they finally unwind from each other and turn their separate ways, determined to not look back even as their minds scream for them to.

michael heads south, towards his kingdom, and adam heads west, always veering just the smallest bit north but never quite making it back to the town of his roots⁠—what holds him back, he's not sure yet. but there are people in need of help, and he'll be damned if he's going to let them suffer.

and so, it ends.

(until the unwritten sequel, where michael returns to his kingdom⁠—only to find it in utter shambles)

[solastia]

Day 19

Break My Stride, Yoongi x Jungkook, ABO, 4/4 Chapters, 14k words

YOU KNOW MY DRAMATIC ASS SAVED THIS FOR A FRIDAY! If y'all thought my screeching was annoying before, be prepared for about 10x more screeching and indecipherable noises. As the very wise Deadpool once said, “MAXIMUM EFFORT!”

First off, congratulations because this was your first fic to reach 10k hits (and it’s now at 34K hits, whaaaa??!! A few hundred of those may possibly be from me...possibly...probably...most definitely! lmao)

You know my fave ship is Yoonmin (I don’t take shipping irl seriously, don’t come for me plz) but I absolutely LOVE the dynamics between Kookie and Yoongi in this fic. Your writing, the plot, the dialogue, the whole thing is just top tier deliciousness every step of the way. It is scrumptious, mouth watering, exquisite, uuugh *chef’s kiss* bellissimo!

Ok, LOTS OF SPOILERS BECAUSE THIS FIC IS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FICTIONAL STORY AND Y’ALL CAN’T STOP ME, MUAHAHAHA!

In the beginning of the story, you create a sense of home for the audience. We feel like we know these characters, we get a sense that they’ve been a group of friends for a very long time, and they each hold a special part of each other’s lives, and it’s freaking beautiful.

“Yoongi shook his head and started picking the olives off his slice of pizza. When he turns to his right to give the olives away, he realizes why he’d felt something was wrong.”

You see! He hadn’t even realized that Kookie was missing, but he felt like something was off.

Oh! And I wanted to ask you about the idea for a mating run! I’ve never read anything like this before, it was an interesting concept to think about. And this would be Yoongi’s 8th run! Oh babey, he was just waiting for the right mate…

“He wasn’t sure what it was, but the image of Jungkook finding someone during the run made him feel…itchy.”

Our boi is already jealous at just the idea of Kookie finding a mate (other than him ofc, but he doesn’t know that yet, bwahahahaha!!)

“Good idea, you’re going to need all the rest you can get,” Seokjin says with an ominous smirk.”

I SHOULD GIVE YOU THE SAME WARNING SEOKJINNIE!!!

“There were even booth setups for merchandise and food.”

OMG, I could see Hobi or Jin buying some cheesy “I survived the 20__ Run and All I Got Was This Shirt”. Or maybe a beer cozy!

“No, he said that would be pointless because his mate’s a cheating cheater that plays dirty. He said the chances of them covering their scent were high. He’s making sure his den is ready,” Seokjin scoffed.

Yoongi accepted the drink Jimin handed him and chuckled. “Sounds like I might actually like them.”

“You have no idea,” Jin said with a snort”

Yoongi, are you so jaded, so blind by your general saltiness that you are not understanding the very obvious clues being thrown your way?!?!?! Kookie, where are you? Put this man in his place please!!

And then when he was told that Kook bought that house he’d had his eyes on for years, uughhh, I was hurting for our Yoonie!

“Yoongi suddenly felt like crying, but he settled for collapsing onto the bench and clenching his fist.”

AAAHHH! But wait a little while Yoongi, I promise all this hurt will be over soon!

“Suddenly, Namjoon growled menacingly, startling everyone. Hoseok looked over to the spot where Namjoon was steadily staring, curiosity in his gaze before it too hardened and he started glaring with bared teeth. A random city Alpha that had been approaching them instantly halted, hands out in surrender.”

HOW COULD I FORGET THIS SUB-PLOT!!! Jin was over there laughing at how oblivious Yoongi was, and he isn’t any better, is he?!? Imagine having Joon and Hobi scaring the competition away like that??!! I would take them home immediately!

“There’s a huge plush rug and plenty of blankets, big fluffy pillows, a little stash of food and entertainment. I even put scent blockers around so no one would smell anything coming from inside,” Yoongi preened as he thought of his perfect hideaway.

Yoongi would def be one to make his little den as comfortable as possible! But I just thought of something. In your earlier description of Yoongi’s apartment, he said it was a bit stark and lacked any real decor. BUT he went out of his way to make this den as comfortable as possible. He bought a string of fairy lights, and he had to go to the big city to get them! It’s almost like it was fate, or maybe deep down he knew that something was going to happen, and he was inadvertently nesting! (please insert “I’ve connected the dots” meme here)

“He was sure there were plenty of Alphas running around with those piercings and Kook’s ginormous honker of a nose.”

:|

Was it really Kook? Or is our boy so in love that he sees Kookie wherever he goes? Lmao!

“Yoongi was about to show this guy that he wasn’t someone to be messed with and he wouldn’t be dragged off to be someone’s good little Omega bitch. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the taser he’d packed just in case.”

OMG, Yoongi is not messing around, absolutely zero chill!

“It seemed presenting had changed him physically as well, shooting him up a couple inches so he towered over Yoongi even more than usual. His arms and legs were rippling with muscle that even the black tracksuit he was wearing couldn’t hide. His face was still the same though; the innocent grin an interesting contrast with the buff build.”

SIR!! My heart cannot take this punishment! And OFC he’s a Prime Alpha, Kookie doesn’t know how to half-ass anything!

“And just like he had a million times before, Yoongi gave in like the soft ass bitch he was.”

He really is soft for all of them!!! Yoongi will let them do whatever they want with him, he’ll complain the entire way but we all know he secretly loves it!

“Yoongi dared a quick look behind him, audibly gulping at the sight of the Alpha staring at his ass like he was a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Jungkook was grinding his jaw and had his nails dug into the dirt like he was trying to control himself.”

I mean, we’ve all seen the Yoonbooty. It does look very biteable. Relatable AF Kook!

“Jungkook continued poking around in things; picking up a candle to sniff, trying to sneak a peek into the duffle bag, ruffling around in the bag of snacks - all while stealing glances at the bed in the middle of the room. “

WAY TO NOT BE OBVIOUS KOOK!!!

“What are you doing, Kook? You’re wasting time here when you should be out there chasing down your mate. They are probably wondering where you are.”

“They know where I am.”

“You told them you were going to hang out with me and they were fine with it?”

“Hyung, you’re usually so smart. Think about it.”

Every time I read this, I die a little bit inside (in a good way, I promise). Yoongi’s whole world is about to be turned upside down, and he has no idea!!!

“The house…”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, smiling fondly at him. “I bought it for you, hyung. Whether you choose me today or not, it’s yours.”

I cry.

What a courting gift!!! Kook doesn’t understand subtlety, does he??!! And how selfless is this? This is a no-strings attached gift, given to Yoongi out of love.

I cry.

“I love the way we are now, equals with a little bit of babying me on the side,” Jungkook grins when Yoongi snorts, shaking his head fondly at the other.”

I would like to see that please.

AND THEN THIS LINE:

“Omega,” Jungkook says softly, so rife with emotion that Yoongi can hear everything he’s trying to say in just that one word. “May I enter your nest?”

This is it, this is as far as I go fam. I have been destroyed with six whole words. How can such a simple statement hold so much emotion, so much hopeful pleading?

And then the whole interaction on the bed! Yoongi asking if he wants to play cards (bwahahaha, sure Jan), Kookie being prepared to wipe away all the descenting salve, Kook getting scent high, YOONGI’S GRANDPA RUN, those first initial uses of pet names, everything was so intimate and playful. It was beautiful!

“I bet I could easily pick you up and fuck you against a wall sometime if you wanted. Maybe even have you straddle my shoulders and I could suck you off that way,” Jungkook muses so matter of factly despite the subject matter, and Yoongi can feel himself get wetter by the second.”

Aaaaaaand there’s the emotional whiplash I’ve come to love from you!

“Whatever you want. You’re in charge.”

Kookie being selfless again! I cannot! It’s about these little things that are done between partners that really matter. Kook is a newly presented virgin Prime Alpha in the midst of a claiming, and his first priority is still making sure Yoongi feels good. He’s giving him all the power here.

“Good,” Yoongi yawns loudly and throws a couple of blankets over them, tangling their legs together. “Later we can try the thing with the nipples.”

Again, I would like to see that please.

“Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he gasps.

“Oh shit! Your brother is going to kill me!”

Jungkook merely laughs”

😂😂😂

“I’ll give you some meat,” Yoongi grumbles playfully as he climbs off the bed, stretching his aching limbs.

“I mean, I’m down for anything,” Jungkook giggles.”

Not to sound like a broken record, but...I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THAT PLEASE

“Jungkook walked straight towards the first woman he saw with a clipboard, blindsiding the stunned woman with one of his lethal smiles while he wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s waist to pull him close.

“Hi! We both need mating packets.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes because he could tell that Jungkook was practically bragging instead of just asking like a normal person.”

He’s practically bragging about Yoongi being his mate! I have a feeling Kookie is going to be unbearable to be around in the upcoming weeks.

And then we get a teeny tiny peek at the Nam-Jin-Hobi subplot and ooomg I hope you’re able to explore this particular pairing in the future. There is so much potential there for steamy/fluffy scenes!

“I just mean, like, soulmates. You know? Maybe we were supposed to meet to help each other find our mates. Or maybe we are all soulmates in various forms.”

DON’T! DON’T HURT ME THIS WAY, I CANNOT AND WILL NOT SURVIVE!

AAAAH this fic was wonderful! It feels complete the way you ended it, but I am definitely still craving more! Good job, dayumm!

It still amazes me how many people have read this one lol. But yeah, this is one of my favorites too. I do have other side stories that I’m working on for this one, including one from Jk’s birthday and another for Namjinseok.

I just really really love writing people that are so unapologetically whipped. Like, it’s such a major thing for me because in real life there are a ridiculous amount of people that are embarrassed to show how much they care about their SO, and like, why? Why are you even with them if you’re so embarrassed to show them any affection? Show the world that you are proud they choose to be with you, show your person that they are precious. I’m not even saying buy them shit all the time (because for some reason het males seem to think that’s what everyone means). I mean hold their damn hand, write them a note, tell them they are pretty. There’s a reason that a person who technically still identifies as gay man is in a steady relationship with me, a pan woman. And it’s because I fucking treat him like he’s the reason my heart beats and I’m not ashamed to show the world. Ok, I’m ranting now lol. I’ll stop. But you get the picture.

[fortheloveofkuroo]

HAIKYUU AU;

Part 1 Part 2

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

7. Hinata Shouyo

Aweee look at those adorable face TwT

I'm a huge softie for first year tbh like.. WHO DOESN'T.

You know how Hinata supposed to ride his bike trough the mountain for half an hour and nu-uh baby you don't have to do that.

He doesn't mind though, he got his trusty rain coat stored back in his bag.

BUT STILL.

You insist at having the boys staying over night in your house. Watching you and Daichi having an argument it's like watching his parents quarelling.

"What about the others with a far house? Like Hinata, huh?"

DING DING DING! You - 1, Daichi - 0.

Hinata, being the most happy-go-lucky boi he is walks to your house with the most brightest grin.

You two are basically close enough, a lot of the first years really adores you. Because of your motherly side and well, your scary sides sometimes almost scares them more than Daichi's.

But Hinata, boy he is your favorites. He's the most brightest cheerful boy you've ever met and he's just like a baby brother..

To you, at least.

"Na na (Y/n)-senpai, do you have any siblings?" He asked. You nods. "Mhm i have one. He's on junior high. He's about your height." You jokes, knowing so well that Hinata will be pissed about it. And he did, he start complaining and protesting despite the rainy weather.

God you love him so much.

After unlocking the doors, you all entered the house quickly because the weather is just getting more worse. After distributing the towel, you went to bath.

While Hinata and the others busy looking around your house.

"Woaaah.. So this is what a girl's house look like.." he accidentally blurts out his thought. "Well yeah, never see a normal house before?" Tsukishima scoffs.

"Damn it Tsukishima. Shut up!" "Hey don't talk to Tsukki like that!" Yelp Yamaguchi.

After waiting for a bit the boys finally got to shower. Some of the third years showers first so he waits. But his sharp nose picks up something. Something smells delicious. The third years are back from his bath too.

So he follows his instinct and trails the delicious aroma and he ended up in Kitchen. He was about to walk past the Kitchen but then..

His eyes- Oh my for the love of Asahi's beautiful hair. He witness someone's cornering you. He panicks. He saw the gorgeous golden karaage that's been served on the plate and quickly snatch a few of them.

Before any of you could say anything, he bowed so many times and left the kitchen at ungodly speed. Leaving both of you in awkward position.

He was munching the Kaarage only to realized that his face is still in panic state. So he went to the trusty ol' buddy. Kageyama lol.

"What happen? You run into a ghost or somethin? That's what you get for cutting the line dumb-" "Kageyama.. In the kitchen.."

Ah shoot, is he really going to tell him this?

"They were in the kitchen.. They.." But before he could explained, Kageyama already assumed first what he was going to say.. incorrectly.

"Sugawara-san is cornering (Y/n)-san.." he whispered. Maybe his whisper is a tad too loud. Someone might have heard that. Kageyama clench his towel and gets up.

Poor bby tried to stop him but gets thrown away instead. He never know what happen when Kageyama went to the Kitchen. All he want to do now is get to the hot shower and eats.

"Hinata you can go." A voice told him, it was Nishinoya. Hinata thanked him and went to bathroom. Before he can get to the bathroom, he get past the kitchen. Preparing himself to witness another 'intense moment' as he past by.

But he locks eyes with you instead. You eyes was a little gloomy. His heart suddenly got a little pinch when he see your unusual facial expression.

After showering, he went out. Fold his dirty clothes and join the others. Somehow your unusual expression gets him that hard. He hardly can focus on food when you and Sugawara served the main dish.

Of course he still talks and jokes around but you're the only one who noticed that Hinata's not as cheerful when he first enter your house.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

As usual the two second years that are going after you fights over who's the one who gets to sleep with you.

Untill you pull Hinata from the crowds and grins.

"I choose Hinata, he's like my baby brother so i trust him!" You smiles as you hang your arms on his shoulder. Hinata cannot believe you just did but everyone strangely agrees.

"He's too dumb anyway, he won't do anything weird to (Y/n)-san." Ouch, He heard that.

You leave the door open as you prepare the mattress for him. Ofc he helps too. You two pull the mattress out and prepares it.

"Here's your pillow and blanket. Do you need anything else?" You kindly asked. Hinata shakes his head.

"Kay then, i'll turn off the lights!" Once you cut off the light, the dim room suddenly got so different. You jumped to your bed and wrap yourself in your soft fluffly blanket as you face Hinata's side.

"Hehehe, i feel like sleeping with my brother, it's somehow exciting." You chuckles. Hinata looks up, he tried to find your face in the dim room. Thanks to the moon that unexpectedly shines over you two, you both able to see each others faces.

You're surprised after seeing Hinata's face. He got that serious calm face just like when he about to take over the courts. It sometimes scares you how the loud boy can be so calm yet serious.

"Do i look like that to you, (Y/n)-senpai?" He asked. Sitting right up.

"Huh?"

"Do i really look like your baby brother?" He asked. You jokingly agrees. But when he gets up. You know he's serious now. Oh fuck.

"Did you forget that i'm a boy too?" His fast movement plus the dim room causing you to lower your guards and just in a second, he's already on top of you. Wait how?

"You know.. I saw how Suga-san cornering you like this in the kitchen earlier." He explained. Ah he did witness that.

"Don't treat me like a child, (Y/n)-san. I'm- I'm a man too!" He stated while making a manly face.

You can't help but smiles. Damn, you misunderstand him. You always thought that he just adore you because you're his senpai, turns out you're wrong. He got thus serious yet commited face. And don't forget a lil' flushed cheeks.

"I'm not a kid..." those were his last word before he falls down on your body and fall asleep.

You laughed and hugs him. Hugging him close to your chest.

"Of course you're not, Shouyou.."

8. Tsukishima Kei

Salt boi is here yall

He doesn't bother to say no when you offer him.

"Hah? No thanks. I'm not in the mood for sleepover."

But oh well you insist him to go in the end. And he does.

As expected, Tsukki didn't say much or even complained. Because he kept it inside. Pfft.

"Dang it why do i have to do this?" "i should've decline." "This is just a club, duh." "How many times i have to deal with this bunch of idiots."

"ThIs iS jUst A ClUb"

He places his shoes and went in. Leaving everyone behind and drop himself to your couch.

While everyone are looking at him with the 'what-the-fuck' face and Daichi is ready to beat his ass, but you stopped them.

"It's alright you all. Tsukki is actually visited my house a lot so he gets used to it." You explained and everyone are shooked.

Everyone asked him why did he get to visit your house. He simply shrugs "Our parents are friends with each other."

Everyone never knew that you both are actually childhood friend. Well you and his older brother is. But you consider Tsukki's your childhood friend too because he used to tag along with his older brother and play together with you. Since middle school, he often visits your home. Along with Akiteru.

No one really notice this because of your rare interaction. Sure you often scolds him and talk ti him but no interaction outside the club activity.

While the other are making a ruckus he wondered. "It's been so long after i came here. When was it? Around Junior high i guess? Well, doesn't matter."

"Tsukki! You came here a lot? How come i never know??" Yamaguchi protest. He doesn't believe that his bestfriend is actually close with anyone.

"None of your bussiness Yamaguchi." He simply shut him up and dried his blonde hair.

His eyes wander around your living room. Nothing change since his last visit. He hates to admit it but it brings so much memories.

"Nee-chan, I like you!"

He snaps out. Fuck why is he remembering that now. He takes off his glass and massaged his temple as Hinata rushing back from the kitchen.

It didn't take too long for him to figure out everything because of Hinata's loud whispering. He knows what happen between you and Sugawara in the Kitchen.

It's none of his concern. Or is it?

So he didn't think about it and left to bath. Before he able to enter the bath, you tried to stop him and offer him a clean towel for him but ofc he refuse wdy expect.

Once he shut the door close, gotta admit he kinda hate seeing Sugawara touchy touchy with you. But tch, what's his problem. It's your problem, not his. So what if you date someone from the voleyball club, right?

...Right?

He left the bath feeling a little better and less annoyed. When he's back to the living room he saw how close you are to the senpais. Deep down, it honestly irks him. But oh well.

Just when he place himself infront of the table, you hand him his portion of rice. "Not too much, right? I still remember!" You smiled.

He thanked you then starts to eat. Tsukishima probably is the calmest when eating. While everybody laughs, jokes, and talks he keep quiet and focus on his food. Sure he add a littlr insults here and there but it doesn't distract him from his focus.

You love that side of Tsukishima. If only he can take Voleyball that serious, you thought to yourself.

After cleaning up and washing the dishesh, it's time to sleep.

Again, "Um... Due to the lack of space, one of you have to sleep with me."

Again, Tsukishima already prepared himself for sleeping anywhere. Anywhere is fine really. He just want to call it a night. Sleeping with you? It's out of his boundaries. He can never do that-

"Tsukishima? You alright?" Your voice snaps him out.

"Huh oh, me?"

"Yeah. You seems spacing out a lot lately." Tsukishima denies, only to realize that he's in your room and no one is around him.

"Wait. Where's everyone?" He wonder. You laughs. "They've gone to sleep. And you should too, Tsukki." You tap his back, giving him a little rub.

After you pulled the mattress out, Tsukishima helps you with the sheet and stuff. He didn't say a word. Is he okay, you always wonder.

"Can you turn the lights off, please?" You ask him. He reach for the lights and turns it off. When darkness hits you. It's like you're in a different room.

10 minute have passed and none of you made any sound. Ony the sound of your body turning over and over and the soft blanket.

"What is it? Can't sleep?" Tsukishima suddenly spoke out. You're kinda surprised a little. But you nods.

"Hey, don't you remember our first sleepover?-" "I didn't. Goodnight." He cuts you off and turns his back on you. Guess he's that tired afterall.

For god sake you've tried to close your eyes arpund hundred thousand times. But it won't. Tsukishima presence is making you hard to behave.

You face him. Looking over his broad back. He grew so fast. You barely stands a chance. You remember how you and him used to compare your height and he beats you. You remember how he used to play with you and Akiteru will suggest a weird yet fun ideas. And how that day, he... confess to you.

You snaps out when you feel a sudden hit in your hand. You look over to him and find his eyes looking at you. "Are you okay? Staring at the ceiling, not blinking for almost a minute now. I'm almost having a heart attack." He said followed with a laugh of yours.

"Sorry, reminiscing old times."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, our old times."

He suddenly became quiet again. You turn over him and rest your head at the corner of the bed. "Why.. Are you avoiding me?" Tsukishima scoffs. "Avoiding you? When?" "3 summers ago. When we're having our first sleepover. And you..."

Your heart and brain are niw deciding whether you should remind him or not. Not noticing your body being so close to the edge and boom.

You fell right trough to his body. What a coincidence right. "What the- Get off me!" He pushed you off. Ouch..

You sits on his bed. Your heart is still aching from him raising his voice. You looks away.

"Do you hate me that much? I tried to talk to you but you never listen." Tsukki looks over to you. His blurry gaze didn't help so he sits right up too and faces you.

"What is your problem? Can't you just sleep quietly?" "I cannot!" "Well then stop bothering me!" ..He might have gone too far.

Is that you've been doing? Bothering him..?

Ah fuck, never knew getting told off like this will hurt your heart that much.

"Fine, Sorry. I'll stop." You climbs up to your bed. Ignoring your aching heart you decided to close your eyes.

Until you feel a warm presence behind you. You know it's him. "What are you-" "Shut up and listen. Don't cut me off and let me finish." He stated. Your silence showing that you agrees.

"I still remember our first sleepover. I remember how we can't sleep untill 2. While Akiteru-nii is sleeping, we talk and jokes until the night goes away. But one thing that i want to forget that night is when i..." he stops for a while, seems lost. His left hand is resting on your waist. You holds his hand. Calming him.

"When i confess to you. I want to erase that memory from my mind but lucky me huh, we met again. So it's a fail." You turn around and cups his face. "..Are you assuming that night that i rejected you, Kei?" He didn't expect this. What the hell?

You chuckles, seeing his clueless face is funny. "You stupid giraffe. It's my first confession dummy. I don't know how to react so i just left you off and sleep without thinking about it. But now that i think about it.." your cheeks heating up. Ah shit.

You two are so close. There's barely any distance left. His arms suddenly pushed you into his hug. Resting your head in his chest.

"In case you want to know. My feelings haven't change a slightest."

9. Yamaguchi Tadashi.

Look at that. You've been blessed by his precious smile.

Cutie didn't want to bother you at first. But Tsukki's joining so why not?

As you already know, the first year are well obsessed? Not really, but all of them put you in a special place in their heart.

Especially for Yamaguchi.

You know his struggle. His pain. His grieve when he failed that pinch serve.

You're the one who calms him down and be there for him. His panic, he almost burst out to tears and he did, he tried to leave but you stopped him and hugs him while he's crying like a baby in your hug.

And of course after that he developed a huge crush on you.

He's amazed on how you're able to handle most of them from the craziest, loudest one to the saltiest and quietest one.

When he step into your house, he barely even realize that his face shows how happy he is. Spending a night in your house, what is this a dream?

'Till he found out that his bestfriend, Tsukishima is your childhood friend. And he never knew anything. At. All.

"Tsukki? You came here a lot? How come i never knew??" And as usual Tsukishima shuts him up

He lost a little bit of his hope. Poor baby :(

You and Yamaguchi is always a good.. friend? I mean you both comfort each other. But being their Senior and their Manager, it's your job right?

But then he heard that Sugawara-senpai is- what? Cornering you? What is going on?

His heart immediately panicks and over-thinking.

It's true that everyone want to have you, but.. He cannot lose. He won't.

For a whole day he keeps himself quiet. More quiet than the usual. From the bath to dinner. And you don't even notice. Weird, usually you notice right away.. But oh well, he can talk to you later, right?

And the time came.

"Um.. Due to the lack of space, one of you have to sleep with me."

His heart jolts up. His chance for talking to you.

He locked eyes with you. Hoping you notice him. But.. You didn't. And in the end, you decided to sleep alone. Shoot. "There goes my chance." He thought.

The coldness in the living room is not comfortable at all. His mind is still going around on you, you, and only you. He need to talk to you. So he made up his mind.

He sloowly make his way to your room. Knocking it lightly to inform you. But no answer. A minute has passed since the last knock went on your door. "She's probably asleep.." But the door's open. And he got a glimpse of you in your bed. Getting sleepy but still a little awake.

Then your eyes met. Yamaguchi squeak and tried to run away. "Wait! Yamaguchi!" And he freezes on the spot. You walk over and opens the door.

"What is it?" Your gentle smile flies is a cure for his worries and thoughts.

"I-I.. But you already asleep, i shouldn't bother you, I'm sorry.."

"No no! It's alright. Come here." You says with a smiles. God his heart feel at ease. He quietly walk closer and enter your room.

He's embarassed and it shows. His fidgety moves and the sweaty palms.

You pull the mini mattress below your bed and Yamaguchi immediately helps you. You both then sits on top of it.

"What is it you want to talk, hm?" You look over to the shy boy. He let out a sigh and then his arms wraps around you. You're quiet a bit surprise seeing him hugs you first. Usually you're the one who hugs him first if he's having a breakdown.

"Let me recharge, senpai.." Yes. You're his source of battery. Being around you or near you giving him energy that will make him last a whole day.

"Sure thing, Tadashi." You ruffles his dark green hair. You can feel his breath tickling your neck. And it's the time. "Okay now, go to sleep-" "No. Wait, don't pull away.. Not yet." He hugs you tighter, not letting you go.

"You're warm, Senpai.. And you look really cute in that pajamas." He whispered to your ears. Causing your face to turns into a blushing mess.

"What the hell Tadashi, when did you learn to sweet talk like this, huh?!" You hit his head lightly.

"Ow! I didn't, i mean it.." the boy green haired boy rubs his head as he snuggles to you.

"I know Tadashi. And it works."

Hey hey hey! FINALLY DONEEE! Oh my enjoy everybody. And remember, stay save!