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nomsfaultau · 4 months ago

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Daily ask №22

Sickness edition!

1. Can each one of them even get sick in the first place? I mean, Phil is a god, the Blade is a.. furry?? And Wilbur is a.. void person. And Tubbo is bees.

2. Assuming they do get sick, how do they handle it?

3. How do they handle other people getting sick and having to care for them?

4. There's this myth in my culture that, I kid you not, breathing above boiled potatoes helps with a cold. Rank how likely it is that I would be able to convince them to breathe above boiled potatoes.

5. How is Phil theoretically very knowledgeable in science and stuff but also still believes in blood-letting??

1.All of them can get sick, which is an overhanging threat in part 2 given the survivalist genre. Like literally Tommy gets a power up that’s just hand sanitizer and it’s a game changer. That said, they’re a little…odd about it.

Phil is trying to be a person, warts and all, and that includes getting ill. Now, does it work like a normal person? Not in the slightest. He gets sick when he thinks he’s supposed to, which included inaccurate theories people have had over the years such as displeasing the gods or being cold and wet. In the little more than a century since germ theory has been proposed he mostly gets sick in a normal way now. Phil is absolutely ecstatic about vaccines, though in all fairness home remedies with no scientific basis also work on him. He is observed using fire to burn out void sepsis in Tommy and Wilbur, though unclear if that worked because void or bacteria. And if we dig into that we’re back to germ theory with Tommy and questioning what an individual even is.

The Blade gets animal diseases, and pigs and humans share a decent chunk of illnesses.

Tubbo deals with bee illnesses, mites, fungal problems, all manner of things. Dysentery according to Wiki? They do have the advantage of having the awareness to guaranteed symptomatic bees to limit contagions tho.

Wilbur can’t get food borne illnesses since it devours All, and also I speculate that it doesn’t have normal organs ? Fault never says either way. External diseases from mouth, nose, dermis, etc work perfectly fine tho even if Wilbur can get away with eating rotten food.

Tommy might be the least likely to get sick of any of them thanks to Red acting as a germ killer.

2.Tommy complains and demands pampering. Philza takes a self care day but it isn’t very relaxing bc mentally he’s like I can’t take care of my kids oh gods- Wilbur ignores it if he can. If not is like welp guess I’m dying since if it’s bad enough he can’t get food or medicine or fight and so it was a near death sentence as a kid. Tubbo depends on where they are in their arc. Normally they’d be very normal drink tea maybe try some home remedies. During their spiral they’d just ignore or dissociate through it like they did with their injuries. And The Blade is NOT sick. Nope. Nah ah. Perfectly fine. Buuut every time he sneezes it triggers The Blood God since he thinks it’s an attack.

3.Phil grins and offers to balance their humors if it’s not serious. Other than that is very accommodating and spoiling and totally not thinking about his countless loved ones lost to illness. He can gauge what is/isn’t fatal very well, but though the spark of terror is buried deep it’s still there. Rhodes fully comes out of Tubbo, do you have enough pillows here have another cookie that’s quite the fever kiddo. Lots of home remedies, often involving honey cause well good for sore throats and antibacterial/good for infections. Tommy dithers since he really wants to be useful but Red contamination and so he mostly sits beside them and tells a bunch of stupid jokes to lift the mood. Wilbur is also going to take massive care of anyone who’s sick since that’s something it never got. More distant though, more like going on supply runs for lots of extra food and medicine, but is cautious so it doesn’t get sick too. Only The Blade is fully like like nah. I’m not catching a cold thanks. Good luck bro. He also dealt with the no medicine or support thing Wilbur went through, though wasn’t worried about losing fights and can eat pretty much whatever and actually get nutrition from it unlike Wilbur. Plus he isn’t keen on the chance of it giving The Blood God better access to control.

4. Philza: has heard it before, has tried it, and it probably works for him. Stupid metaphorical man. If asked how he thinks it works he’d probably shrug and reply something about vitamins.

Tubbo: they don’t believe it. But they also don’t not believe it. This is less that they aren’t a little superstitious about home remedies, and more that they haven’t heard about it and they know ALL the home remedies so it clearly can’t work or else they’d’ve already used it. But they would still use it. Again this is pure Rhodes, because he wants to take care of his kiddos and Tubbo heavily associates sick days with him staying home to look after them. I can too write a healthy paternal figure! (We’re ignoring chapter 13 it can’t hurt us if we don’t acknowledge it).

Tommy: I mean he’s a lil dumb, maybe. He’d definitely poke fun while trying it just in case he’s getting pranked.

Wilbur: doesn’t believe it for a second. It’s more a mixture of trust issues than the fact it understands how medicine works. Actually wait. How does Wilbur think that works. Because a lot of it is eaten/swallowed. Like Wil tends to be the unofficial healer of the group alongside Phil, but his experience is purely ‘birthed from the crucible of need that forces experience whether one is read for it or not’ or however that one line goes. Cause it’s gotta be a mix of reading the back of pill bottles and Foundation stuff and void trivia so I gotta imagine that man has no idea why what it’s doing works.

The Blade: has already eaten the potatoes before you even get around to explaining.

5.Phil’s knowledge of science is filled with a LOT of misinformation and it’s hard for him to keep track. Plus if utterly convinced something would heal him it genuinely will, and confirmation bias is a hell of a drug. I also believe he suggests blood-letting 100% to mess with people. There’s a deleted scene where he almost convinces Tubbo he can’t write in English because he ‘didn’t think it would be important’ and ‘clay tablets are going to come back any day now’. I think (aside from the murder) Phil often gets pigeon holed as the well adjusted mentor figure. Sort of a Kermit the Frog thing where the crazy cast of colorful characters kinda drowns out the fact that he’s the crazy nut job who decided to hire them all, and subtly thrives on chaos.

#Wlwdwtys ask #Ask #fault au #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #tubbo #scp philza #scp tubbo #scp wilbur #scp tommyinnit #scp technoblade #sbi #dsmp #sbi scp au #sbi au #something to nom on

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agust28 · 10 months ago

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love in the grocery store 2

pairing jaehyun x reader WC ? tags fluff Notes Sorry for the parts I didn't want to but Tumblr had a limit :( Also I literally rewrote the plot like 5 times and have at least 7 drafts In my notes. I wasn’t sure how to link part 2 on the part 1 post sorry again :(

Not even 2 weeks later you find yourself going back. Okay, to be fair, prices were getting outrageously high! You couldn’t keep convincing yourself that splurging on the groceries was better than going back to the forbidden store. Your mind constantly being reminded of the cute employee might have also played a part in the decision, but you’ll never admit that. You had to prep yourself in the car for about 20 minutes before actually entering the store. It sadly didn’t work because as soon as you walk in you wanted to walk out. Think about the prices, think about the prices, think about— “Excuse me,” an annoyed customer shoves you aside. “Sorry,” you squeak out, already embarrassing yourself, and you haven’t walked 5 feet into the store! You exhale before grabbing a cart, which did not fight this time, and head in. You look around trying to spot the cute employee from last time but no luck. You don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Shaking your head, you remember why you’re here, and that’s to get groceries and head out. No detours! Most of your list has been crossed off except for the milk. It was a bit difficult to navigate since you were so used to your old grocery store. You're about to turn the aisle when you accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry! I—” you look up, and it’s like déjà vu. Before your mind can melt into a puddle, he speaks. “Oh hey! You’re the girl who fell into the carts!” His face of surprise morphs into concern. “Are you okay now? You didn’t look too good last time.” Speak, woman, speak! “Yes! I’m okay!” You say a bit loudly, startling him from your enthusiasm. Please universe, just let me shop in peace! “Ah, that’s good! You ran out before I could get a good look.” You look away from embarrassment, hoping this interaction would just end. “Yeah, uh, sorry, it was kind of embarrassing.” He smiles, watching your cheeks blush. “No worries, I totally understand! Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping.” He turns to walk away when you suddenly remember that you still need milk. “Wait! Where can I find the milk?” He turns around and tells you which aisle it’s in. “Or I could just show you? If you’d like.” He rushes the last sentence as if he expects you to turn him down. You nod your head yes, and he smiles widely at that. “Ok, follow me!” You follow next to him as he leads you both to the dairy section. You’re walking side by side when he takes a look into your cart. “You’ve got a cat? I love cats!” You smile brightly at that. Cute and an animal lover? You could melt. “Yeah, one cat and one dog,” you say, pointing to the dog shirt that’s also in your cart. You both continue to share your love for animals before he stops. “Well, this is the milk,” he points towards the wall of milk. You thank him and grab a gallon. From the corner of your eye, you still see the cute clerk standing near you, looking as if he has something to say. As you contemplate whether you should ask if something was wrong, he taps you on your shoulder. “Hi, I probably shouldn’t be doing this but um—” he stops to look around a little uneasy “sorry, I thought I saw my manager.” He breathes out and continues, “I was just wondering if I could have your number?” You’re taken aback because this is the last thing you imagined coming out of his mouth. He takes your surprise as disgust and immediately starts to backtrack. “Sorry! I just thought you were cute! And wanted to have your number to check up on you!” Now you're laughing. “Check up on me?” He sees your smile and visibly relaxes. “Yeah, you know that fall looked really hard. It'd be good to have my number just in case.” You smirk. “In case of what? I fall on your very dangerous carts again?” “Exactly!” He pulls out his phone and hands it over to you, hoping you'd agree to exchanging numbers. And of course, you do! You'd be crazy not to. The two of you exchange numbers and names and bid farewell. You step out with groceries that will no longer cost a leg and a new contact that you'll hopefully keep in touch with.

#jaehyun x reader #taesan x reader #leehan x reader #riwoo x reader #sungho x reader #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor fanfic #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor imagines #jaehyun #taesan #leehan #woonhak #riwoo #boynextdoor sungho #agust28

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whitmerule · 11 months ago

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a tale of two hairstyles (5/5)

(still need to find a better title)

being a little set of vignettes my and @basilibino's angst/fluff Tuggershanks AU, with trans!Tugger and (accidental) baby Carbuckety.

About 3k words in total, rated M for mentions of sex. Same AU as this ficlet.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

“... going grey,” Tugger echoed disbelievingly. He squinted at Skimble, trying to get a read on him, on how to respond. “Congrats, welcome to fatherhood?”

“Only a few hairs,” Skimble added quickly, “so far. But I’m not used to it. It doesn’t look right in the mirror.”

… Tugger burst out laughing, covering his eyes against Skimble’s glare. He couldn’t help himself. He’d never expected this streak of vanity in Skimble, and he was utterly charmed by it.

“It’s all very well for you,” Skimble complained, as Bucky abandoned his play mat and crawled over to see what was so interesting. “You’ve got years ahead of you, and—”

“You don’t? Come on, dude, it’s not a death sentence, it’s the start of your silver fox era.” As if Skimbleshanks could ever look anything but distractingly, disgustingly handsome.

Skimble blushed. He actually blushed.

“I know it’s silly,” he said, hiding his face by leaning down to help Bucky clamber onto the sofa. “But with you here, looking all…”

He waved a hand vaguely up and down Tugger’s body, and Tugger’s laughter dried up suddenly in his throat.

“... Looking all…?” he prompted, relying on years of muscle memory to get the teasing smirk just right and cover up the stupid butterflies in his stupid tummy.

Skimble did glance at him then, a dark look with one sternly quirked eyebrow and that just wasn’t fair.

“Don’t fish. You know exactly how good you look,” he said, and Tugger could have crowed. “I mean well. You’re looking so healthy lately, and I’m—and that’s wonderful, of course.”

Tugger leaned forward and watched Skimble as he trailed off, leaving half a dozen sentences hanging in the air. Bucky was wobbling on the sofa, standing up against Skimble’s arm, clutching at his collar and investigating the button there.

“What you need,” Tugger decided recklessly, as the silence teetered on, “is a makeover.”

“I what?!”

…

Silly to be self-conscious about shirtlessness when they saw each other shirtless every day. Pointless to catch his breath when Skimbleshanks bent forward over the basin, shoulders strong and almost relaxed under Tugger’s fingertips as he draped a towel over them. Idiotic to close his eyes and shiver as he massaged the home-made treatment through the stern ginger hair, turning into soft pliable swirls around his fingers.

And the towel wasn’t long enough: it would be suicidal at this point to look down and see that tramp stamp that Skimble had refused to explain, that Tugger stupidly adored, that he remembered kissing and teasing with his tongue. That spot which, every now and then even nowadays, he couldn’t resist brushing his fingers over, when Skimble was fully dressed, as if it was an accident.

When Tugger’s special secret mix was washed out of Skimble’s hair (leaving it lush and soft and glowing thank you very much), and Tugger had assembled his three favourite brushes and his two favourite styling gels for Skimble’s hair type, and a light curling iron just to shape some details; and when Skimble had consented to sit up on the bench top instead of in a chair, bare feet swinging self-consciously in the air…

Tugger stepped forward, into Skimble’s space, and threw down his own challenge.

“You trust me, right?”

He grinned lopsidedly as he said it, like it was a joke. He wasn’t sure whether a yes or a no would be worse.

“... Let’s find out,” said Skimble, which was even worse than either.

Concentration; testing a part here, a wave there, considering the shapes they made; trying to find something that drew attention away from his temples, something that made him feel a bit younger but still like himself; Skimble’s knees pressed lightly against his belly, and the way they gradually relaxed open, making it more comfortable to lean forward to check this or that angle; Skimble’s eyes following his hands and face and slipping over his shoulder to check that Bucky was still curled up napping against the sofa with his blanket and his giant plush duck; Skimble’s breath skating over his face, deliberate and steady; and then, a hand that settled on his hip, as if it was quite natural for it to belong there.

“... I don’t think I can do all that myself every morning,” was Skimble’s verdict, almost a full minute after Tugger had turned him to face the mirror.

Tugger groaned, and couldn’t resist dropping his forehead onto Skimble’s shoulder. “Good thing I’m here then. Come on, what do you think? You hate it, right?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” They both watched in the mirror as Skimble hand rose, brushed experimentally against a lock. It moved freely under his touch, then fell back into harmony with the rest.

“It’s… different,” Skimbleshanks decided. He straightened up a little, back brushing against Tugger’s chest. “Not every day, perhaps, but…” He turned around, tilting his face up with a hint of a smile toward Tugger’s. “I could get used to this.”

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note: there is another version of this final chapter which is about twice the length of this one, but it's too long for the format of the fic as a whole. when I put it on AO3 I'll include it as bonus material! includes Bucky having a geranium to show to daddy.

#tuggershanks #rum tum tugger #skimbleshanks #whitmerule fic

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steddieasitgoes · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @thefreakandthehair and @stevethehairington for tagging me!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19! I am a rookie when it comes to ao3 lol

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

390,603!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger things, but really just steddie.

I also used to write 5sos/reader stuff but those days are long behind me!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore -

he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring (and said marry me big boy)

You Were All Yellow

'86 Is Their Year

You're All That I Need Underneath The Tree

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY! Sometimes I'm really awkward in my replies, but I feel it's only fair to say thank you after someone spent time reading and commenting something after!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm a happily ever after person only! I really don't think I have one that even ends bittersweet... at least not yet 👀

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them?! I think the one that ends the happiest might be Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore or Everything Is Blue. I would say You Were All Yellow also ends really happily and into the future so maybe that one too?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I have? Hopefully, I don't jinx myself!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write very mild, fade to black smut. Actually, steddie was the first time I actually dabbled in the art of writing smut. I don't think I'm very good at it, but sometimes you need the ✨ vibes ✨ When it comes to the smut in my fic, I think I tend to go into with an air of humor to it. There's usually lots of giggling involved.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and if it does happen, I will FIND the person!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Back in the day one of my friends and I were co-writing a 5sos fic but we never finished it and I've never tried co-writing again. I would definitely be up for it though! I think it would be fun to co-write a steddie fic with alternating POV

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I feel compelled to say steddie since those idiots OWN my entire life and are the reason I'm even writing right now.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Wayne fic or a Tommy POV fic that I've barely started!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm really good at writing dialogue! I've also been complimented a handful of times about my ability to keep characterizations similar to canon which is always a big compliment!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ACTION. ACTION. ACTION. What are people doing? Where are they standing? What does the room layout look alike? All those little details KILL me. I also think I'm a really literal writer so I STRUGGLE with more flow-y language. Also, I suck at varying how I start sentences! (And grammar/spelling for a writer i SUCK at it)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never done it with a fic, but I have other projects that incorporate Spanish dialogue! It's fun!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

5sos! I honestly wasn't a big fan fic reader or writer in my youth!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's like asking me to pick my favorite child and I simply will not be answering!

I'm still so bad at tagging people but let's see (no pressure): @sidekickjoey @sidekick-hero @henderdads @valosomdraws @pizzaqueen @hotluncheddie & whoever else sees this and wants to do it!

#about me #tag game

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wishesunderthestars · 2 years ago

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Hi! This is my first time "asking you anonymously", but I'm quite shy and I've always felt too intimidated to put my thoughts into words. (English is not my first language, but I'm mostly scared of saying something wrong or interpreting the story wrong.) First of all, I have your page bookmarked. I don't even quite remember how I stumbled upon it, thank you Google, but it's safe to say that your stories have left an impression on me. Eunoia has become my favourite comfort story. - 1/x

I would tell you how many times I’ve read and reread the story in its entirety, but I’ve honestly lost track by now. I remember you once asked us what our favourite moments were and I was so determined to send in an answer, and I’m sorry that I haven’t done that up till now. To be fair, I spent many moments pondering my answer, but every time I thought I had chosen one, I would think of another scene. Sometimes it wouldn’t even be a scene, it would just be a single sentence. - 2/x

I love Alpha wolf Namjoon, the fierce leader who just wanted his pack happy and thriving, being able to settle down in a safe place where he is cherished as much as he cherishes his members. He was so closed off and reserved in the beginning that I can never get enough of any scene with him in it. - 4/x

My heart absolutely both beats and bleeds for Jimin, who always has so much love to give, even after everything that has happened to him. He deserves to have the world, even though all he probably wants is for his pack to stay together and happy forever. Give him all the cuddles he needs, please! - 5/x

There are no words for my love for our innocent bunny Jungkook. He’s such a bright light. He broke my heart in the beginning when he implied he would hurt himself so his pack could stay safe at Y/N’s. How no one ever adopted him is such a wonder, but he was always meant to end up in this pack, so it’s probably for the best. I’m excited to see how his relationship with Jimin will evolve, now that Jimin has finally realised that it’s okay to love and kiss him. - 6/x

I adore our shy sugar glider Seokjin, who just wanted a place to fit in and a family (or pack, I suppose) to call his own. Whenever he gets all blushy and shy around the others, he has my heart in a squeeze. Not gonna lie, part of me still sometimes wishes something very unfortunate would befall his previous owner, but Seokjin has moved on to better things and I hope he never has to think of that rat bastard again. - 7/x

I hope Hobi gets to travel all around the world with everyone and see all the amazing places he has always wanted to see, so that in the future he has his own stories to tell. He’s so amazingly kind and while we could see that from the beginning, it’s especially clear in his dealings with Taehyung. I honestly hope we get to see more of that, maybe even add in Y/N and how he helps her communicate with Taehyung on her own. - 8/x

Yoongi has always been my bias, but it’s a testament to your incredible story-telling that I cannot choose a bias. They’re all family. Regardless, he’s been through so much and, at heart, like Namjoon, he just wants everyone else to be safe, happy and loved. I hope that in the future we can see (even) more scenes where he allows himself to fully accept his position within the pack and accept how very loved he is. By everyone, not just Jimin and Hoseok. - 9/x

Which brings me to the sweetest tiger to grace the earth, Kim Taehyung. To be honest, maybe I actually can choose what I want to read about more. He’s the newest member of the little family (okay, maybe eight members isn’t so little), but we still know so little about him. Of course, that is totally understandable. The cute dumpling has been through so much and he probably has trouble believing any of this is real and not some test or a dream. - 10/x

While I long for any snippet you’ll throw our way, I think I would like to read Tae’s POV even more than Yoongi’s. I’m so curious about what he’s thinking. I just want him to be happy, well, I want that for all of them. Together and happy. - 11/x

I love the concept of a chosen family and of people who have all experienced things in life, some even things that no person should ever have to go through, but who find love and comfort together. They might have had life chip away at them, but because of that they were made to fit together like a beautiful, colourful puzzle. - 12/x

In the end, just know that it’s your choice and your story. You created something that brings so much comfort to a lot of people and we love you for it. So take your time, we’ll always be here waiting. Sorry for spamming your inbox. I hope you don’t think I’m crazy for the things I’ve said. Thank you for everything, Ellie! Much love from a Belgian anon.

I read this first thing in the morning before leaving for University and it made me so happy, I forgot how exhausted I was after a week full of lectures and labs. It really made my day. You shouldn't be scared of saying the wrong thing because you literally made me smile so much. And it's okay to interpret the story a little differently than what I intended. After all, everyone will have their own opinions of the characters and their motivations which is bound to happen. I don't know if there is a part missing because it goes from 2/x to 4/x, I hope it was a mistake with the numbers and that part didn't get lost.

Namjoon has been through a lot, he is deeply connected to the pack and would do anything to keep them safe. I think it is easy to forget how closed off he was in the beginning because of how loving and supportive of the mc he is now. He would be willing to do anything to protect his pack.

My Jiminie, my baby!! He does deserve the world and the pack would love to give him that. What happened to him was truly awful but he is slowly overcoming it with their help and a lot, a lot of cuddles. He is the one who gets the most cuddles in the pack because he glues himself to whoever is nearest to him and no one can say no to him.

Innocent is a good word to describe Jungkook because even though he has been through a lot, he still maintains a childlike innocence. The scene where he offers to hurt himself was one of the most heartbreaking ones I had to write because he was so desperate for them not to go back to the streets and to be safe. It didn’t matter if he was hurt as long as Namjoon and Jimin were safe.

Seokjin wasn’t used to loving touches with no underlying motive and although he receives a lot of those now, his cheeks still heat up. Namjoon and the mc love to tease him and see his cheeks bloom red. He rarely thinks about his past owner anymore and all he wants is to forget him.

Living with the mc now and the way no one wants to leave her alone after what happened in Seoul, Hoseok is bound to do a lot of traveling in the future. The mc will show him all the places from the stories she told him and he can also meet her friends, who were in them. He cares for Taehyung deeply now but it is still hard to see him when he is withdrawn and try to communicate with him that he’s really safe in the Castle. He also wants the mc to take a more active role and start getting to know Taehyung better, he believes it will make it easier for him to adjust.

Yoongi is unique because although he knows he is part of the pack now and his hybrid instincts also know that, he has trouble accepting it after everything he did in the beginning. He doesn't believe the mc has forgiven him or that she should forgive him. And he is still avoiding Namjoon.

Taehyung's POV is really difficult to write but I know it is necessary for the story. I generally know what he is thinking about and how he is feeling but writing it is different. I will do my best though and I hope the result is satisfying.

Thank you for sending this, I definitely don't mind you spamming my inbox. I loved reading your message and I'm saying the truth when I say it made my day. 💜💜💜💜

#asks

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ravendruidreads · 10 months ago

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House of Earth and Blood - Review

Author: Sarah J. Maas Saga: Crescent City (#1) Date Read: December 11, 2023 - January 12, 2024 Format: Digital Pages: 803 Rating: 4,4/10 (2 stars) Spice Level: 1/5

Characters: 6/10 - I didn't feel a strong connection to most of the characters, but I did tear up a few times. I do think some of the characters in this book are very similar in personality with characters from other SJM's books

Atmosphere: 3/10 - I was not expecting to fall into a modern society after reading TOG and ACOTAR. It took me a while to get used to cell phones, computers and surveillance cameras, and even by the end of the book, I was not totally convinced. This rating is also tied with the worldbuilding.

Writing: 5/10 - I'm not a huge fan of SJM's writing, but I have to hand it to her, that this wasn't as bad as I thought... mostly because I didn't have to read the word "mate" every other sentence. I still have beef with "male" though.

Plot: 4/10 - This book could have easily been cut to 500 pages and nothing important would have been lost. There were a lot of moments where the story was unnecessarily dragged on.

Intrigue: 5/10 - It took me a while to get into the story, so much that I didn't pick up the book for almost two weeks.

Logic: 3/10 - Like I said before, this rating is tied with Atmosphere. I will get more into this in the review proper.

Enjoyment: 5/10 - My enjoyment of this book was very much like a roller-coaster. It had a lot of dull moments, but it also had fun and exciting moments.

The review is hidden below due to spoilers.

There is a lot to say about House of Earth and Blood, so let's start from the beginning: the characters.

Shockingly, Bryce Quinlan is not a fair-skinned, blue-eyed, blonde woman, like the two previous FMCs from the same author. It was a very welcoming change, however, I still have a bone to pick with her. Why does SJM feel the need to write all her female (and male, but we'll get to that) main characters as being extremely hot and fuckable? Not to mention that Bryce, Aelin and Feyre have a little bit too much in common, personality-wise. I feel like we're due for some change, here. Something good about Bryce is that it was nice to have some variety and representation of a different body type. We need more curvy, wide-hipped FMCs, please.

Hunt Athalar is your copy-paste morally grey, hot as the sun, super fuckable MMC. And it wouldn't be a SJM book without wings (I'm not kink-shaming). Throughout the book, Hunt is described as being a super-powerful, cold assassin, of being the best in centuries, etc., but we never actually get to see his power in action. Sandriel's death was very underwhelming, to be honest. I hope we get to see more of Hunt's powers in CC2 and 3. One good thing about Hunt? He's not as much as an "alphahole" as I thought he would be. The only time he actually seemed to step in for a "tell me who did this" moment, was with Amelie, and that was pretty soft when comparing him to Rhys and Rowan. But there's still time.

Honorable mentions go to Danika, who died before we could love her, and Lehabah, whose death legit made me sob into my pillow (seriously, My friends are behind me and I will defend them????? How can you not cry with this????).

Now, as for the story...

I felt like the story picked up in the middle of something, like I walked into a circle of people who were already discussing a subject, which was very confusing and unpleasant. To add more logs to the fire, the so-called worldbuilding was exhaustive and confusing. It felt a lot like infodumping. Because of this, it took me a while to go through the first ten chapters (I almost gave up after three pages, but I persisted).

The murder investigation itself was fun to read, but not entirely what I was expecting from this book. Also because I had such a hard time keeping up with the lore, I had to look up a bunch of stuff, and during one of those rabbit hole searches, I spoiled myself to who Danika's killer was, so my entire experience reading the investigation was me just anxiously waiting for them to find out it was Micah, and being super confused as to why there wasn't any foreshadowing that it was him (at least I didn't pick up on it).

Speaking of foreshadowing, can we talk about the plot twist of Hunt wanting to get synth???? Was I blind and did not see it coming, or did SJM suddenly pull that out of her butt? I didn't feel like it added much to the plot other than a rift between Hunt and Bryce (which she overcame a little bit too quickly, if you ask me).

Since we're talking about POVs, I'm not sure if all formats are the same, but for me there was no demarcation between POVs, which was extremely confusing. One second we were Bryce, the next we were Hunt, and by the time I realized that, we were already back to Bryce.

Lastly, and because this review is already extensive, I would just like to express my disappointment with the lack of spice in this book. Yes, I do love me a slow burn, and yes, this is the slowest of the burns, but like... there was so much hype for this book (I should have known better after ACOTAR) for being SJM's first Adult fiction, that I thought it would have actual adult content... but no. All we got was a measly masturbation scene that was very underwhelming (hello, A Court of Silver Flames, my old friend).

Stupid honorable mentions: For over half of the book, every time I read 'CBD' I thought they were talking about weed and not the district.

#raven's reviews #crescent city #house of earth and blood #sarah j. maas #2 stars #this review contains spoilers

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 2 years ago

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Plotlines in TOH that were probably cut because of The Shortening

matt and steve being brothers (confirmed!)

beach episode (kind of confirmed?)

the odalia/alador divorce arc (they needed like at least 2 more episodes to convincingly show this marriage dissolve they got along fine in escaping expulsion)

odalia’s motivations/character depth (did she know the sigils would kill everyone? since she and her husband both had sigils what did she think would happen? if everyone died who would she have extorted money from? was she coerced by belos? i know shes a capitalist but this is a very bad business decision)

the alador/darius enemies to lovers slowburn

dadrius and sonter

hooty’s backstory

the collector getting into more shenanigans while still trapped in the shadow realm

the deal with the other four coven heads

the deal with eberwolf (why are they rebelling? do they just love chaos? why does darius care about them? are they bffs? are they his dog? is darius a furry but he’s a dog person so he refuses to be a catboy?)

hexside fighting against the emperor after everyone finds out the truth in labyrinth runners (especially the emerald entrails)

the implication that kids from other schools also got surprise sigiled and that some of the kids in hexside also might have (it was a very small group of students fighting against the coven. besides most of these kids were expecting to get their sigils when they graduated so whats a few years earlier? they didn’t know the truth anyway)

the fallout of the hexside students parents finding out (whether some parents believe their kids or not, whether the parents that do can get the word out, how families are dealing with the fact that the adults might die in a few days. backlash against the emperor’s coven for trying to trick their kids into getting sigils early?)

90% of vee’s character arc (hope she gets some moments in S3 at least)

half a season the hexsquad getting into wacky shenanigans on earth (they don’t even have time to fight rupaul now :((((( )

90% of boscha’s character arc

90% of emira’s character arc

alador’s relationship with the twins bc i think he’s said like one sentence to them the whole show

jerbo and barcus getting up to shenanigans like viney is

what’s up with the other two girls from boscha and skara’s mean girl squad

whatever they were building up to with the looking glass graveyard (please let it be relevant in S3)

90% of the wittebane brothers’ backstory (disney could have also cut it bc brother murder is scary for kids which is fair. too bad they were relegated to showing it in the background of hollow mind. if toh aired on like adult swim they probably could have had a whole episode for it)

the complex and nuanced religious trauma that comes with being raised in a culture dedicated to unquestioningly worshipping a sole religious figure that claimed he could speak to your god. how the cycle of physical, emotional, and religious abuse is perpetuated from one generation to the next, to the point that it’s entrenched in the culture of the boiling isles. how because violence and competition has been normalized in the emperor’s coven, every coven head (yes even the ones you like) saw a LITERAL CHILD be horribly abused by the emperor to the point where hes covered in scars and sat back and did nothing, even going as far as to admonish him for being a “spoiled brat” (lilith) and making him “prove himself” to not be completely loyal to belos, something he’s been manipulated to be since birth, to be seen as worthy of help and affection (darius)

why perry porter was in eda’s flashback in king’s tide with the other important adult characters dana he was in like 3 episodes he has like 5 min of screen time total you can’t just drop the potential eda-perry friendship and not expand on it

#toh #the owl house #shut up pandora #fuck disney #im not tagging all the characters #dana terrace

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yyxgin · 4 years ago

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7 days (lee minho)

pairing: lee minho x gn reader genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au, college au word count: 3.7 k warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol in like one sentence listen to: 7 days - nct dream requested by: anon

synopsis: you confess your love to your best friend for a whole week before he finally takes it seriously.

THINGS YOU SAID MASTERLIST 28) things you said in the dark

MONDAY

Lee Minho is your best friend. Now, Lee Felix would disagree and say you’re in love with him, and your roommate might be right, but you’ll never actually admit it to him. You managed to hide your feelings for the older boy for far too long now and you’re not just going to lose your streak for nothing, right?

Wrong.

Well, it’s not your fault that you have to break the little promise you gave to yourself. It’s all on Lee Felix and his pathetic bet. You should have known better than to make bets with a short Australian boy, but you guess even your brain has its dark moments and this was surely one of them.

“I bet you’ll forget to take out the things from the dishwasher before I come back from my afternoon class,” he prompts to say while putting on his shoes in the hall, glaring at you after a small argument you two had over who is the dirtier one in your apartment (it’s obviously Felix. He just can’t stand the truth).

“Oh yeah? What are we betting on, then?” you mock him, pouting in annoyance.

“If I come back and the dishwasher is still full, you’ll have to confess to Minho. No excuses.” he spits at you, putting on his coat and taking his backpack from the floor, looking like an angry cat.

You snort at his comment. “As if,” you roll your eyes, “okay, deal. And if I don’t forget and you lose this bet, you’ll have to clean for the whole year alone. I’m not helping in the slightest.” you bark at him, watching him open the door and snickering at your proposal.

“Right. Okay,” he nods his head, getting out of your shared apartment, “deal.”

Now, this was a huge deal for you. It was important for you to win this bet, because, well, you hate cleaning. And on top of that, you can’t just confess to your best friend out of the blue, right? That would be horrible. Everyone would have thought you paid much attention to your task and that you actually did what you had to do-- take the dishes out of the dishwasher for once. It was easy!

Well… you see… Friends were on the TV.

Isn’t that enough of a reasoning for you forgetting? No?

Okay, right, maybe you do have a memory of a goldfish. But it’s totally not your fault that the episode that was running was just your favorite and Felix’s afternoon class wasn’t as long as you thought it was going to be!

Needless to say, Felix came home to a full dishwasher and a shit-eating grin on his face announcing his victory, bringing you back to your senses.

“Oh no..” you curse under your breath, fear in your eyes.

“Do it. Now,” he orders, “call him. I can’t believe you actually forgot.” he shakes his head, laughing to himself, “oh, well, I did think you would, but something inside of me still had a little bit of hope.” he shrugs, watching you nervously sweat under his gaze.

“I can’t!”

“It was a bet, you little bitch! Do it now or I’m telling him!” he yells, motioning to your phone and glaring at you for the thousandth time that day, making you take it with shaky fingers and a deep sigh coming out of your mouth, dialing your best friend’s number, because truth be told, maybe you do fear your roommate just a little bit. He is short, but full of angst and rage for this world and you didn’t want to be the victim of that.

“Hello?” Minho asks, making you tremble even more with the reality hitting you.

“M-Minho?” you call into the phone, biting on your nails as you put your phone on speaker so Felix can watch you do the biggest mistake of your short life.

“Yeah?” he asks nonchalantly, making your heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” you deadpan, hearing the other side of the line get silent. It’s not an outcome you predicted, but it’s not the one you would like to hear either.

After a while, there’s a short snicker coming out of the speaker followed by a teasing question that makes you instantly roll your eyes. “Who doesn’t?”

And you chose this as your object of interest? You huff, instantly getting irritated as all of your nerves leave your body. “I love you, Minho.”

“Did you drink?” he asks, “I mean, I know it’s only like 4pm or something, but with you and Felix living together, you never know…”

“No, I didn’t drink anything. I’m completely sober-” you prompt to say, getting cut off by your best friend again, his voice coming out in a rushed statement.

“Okay, I have a class in like 5 minutes and I haven’t gone out of my apartment yet, so please don’t get wasted and I’ll see you soon, bye!” and with that, he gives you no time to answer as he ends the call, leaving you sitting shocked in your living room with a silent phone in your hand and a moment to take in.

“So... I guess it went good?” you mumble, raising your eyebrows at your roommate that just shakes his head at you.

“You’re gonna try tomorrow again. I’m not letting you go before he takes your confession seriously.”

“Felix-”

“No excuses.” he glares.

You had to clean out the dishwasher that afternoon anyway.

TUESDAY

You decide to follow your promise you gave to Felix, because in your words, mamma ain’t raise no bitch, and you also, admittedly, can’t stop thinking about the words you said to him ever since you got them out of your mouth. There was a sense of relief overflowing your body after your confession that tells you that maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea as you first thought it was.

You confess to your best friend on the second day of the week again. It’s tuesday and you two meet in a coffee shop, talking about how your week was. You two were quite busy with school and classes, so it was hard for you two to talk, but you quickly caught up and your conversations were still as comfortable as ever, as if nothing happened and you didn’t just spill out your heart to him the day before.

You think that maybe, he even forgot. Who knows? Lee Minho was quite the individual.

Once the barista calls for his name and he comes to take his order, you watch him with a look you only imagine can resonate the textbook version of heart eyes. It’s hard for you to look anywhere else-- you have eyes only for him. It’s quite silly, you think. You managed to fall for him even though all he’s ever done was tease you and laugh at you.

Well… that’s not all. And you know that. To a stranger, it might seem like your relationship is strictly like two siblings. You two tease each other more than you actually have serious talks, but that doesn’t mean Minho isn’t a good listener that always offers you the most honest advice. His humour is also the only thing that could get you through your hard days sometimes and for that, you’re forever thankful.

So once you step outside of the coffee shop and walk side by side on the sidewalk, you decide to go for it again. Because what could go wrong, right?

“Minho, I love you.” you say, voice much more steadier than yesterday, watching him react.

But exactly in the moment you do so, the cup of coffee in his hands slips out of his grasp and falls to the ground, making him wince and scowl, because truth be told, his only love is and always has been the americano now spilled all over the concrete.

“A terrible decision, really.” he mutters, taking the empty cup from the ground and throwing it out to the bin, sighing to himself.

You offer to share your coffee with him. He teases you for drinking latte.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesdays are the hardest for your best friend. You know this, because you know him too well. You know his schedule by heart and you also know when he’s having a hard time-- you are his best friend, after all. You can see it on him even in the slightest change in his eyes.

You visit him at his apartment on Wednesday with some takeout in your hand, knowing he doesn’t have the time and energy to cook on this particular day.

His classes start in the early morning and they end in the late afternoon-- leaving him exhausted, only to be going to his dance classes in the evening. They always tire him out even more. It breaks your heart to see him getting home with dark circles under his eyes and fair skin, but you can’t really do anything about it-- it’s his schedule, after all. All you can do for him is be there with takeout in your hand, waiting on his bright yellow sofa (you were strongly against this color, but he just didn’t care about your opinion. Or he bought it just for the exact same reason, who knows) until he comes home, ready to hear him complain about his day.

And he does exactly that-- he comes home a few minutes after you sneaked into his apartment with the spare key he nonchalantly gave you once when you hung out, falling down face-first onto the sofa with an exaggerated sigh, screaming into the cushions.

“Hard day?” you ask, voice soft and considerate.

He answers you with a hum before he sits up again, coming closer to where you’re sitting on the sofa, taking the takeout from the bag sitting at the coffee table and sitting on the floor in front of you, right between your legs. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s become a tradition at this point-- he sits at the floor, even though he has plenty of space on the sofa to sit on, and you sit right behind him, legs on either side of his body, nudging him with your heels when you feel like teasing him.

“Thanks for coming,” he mumbles, getting the chopsticks and munching on his food, chewing out loud-- a sign that it tastes good and you made a good choice on picking his dinner today.

“It’s not a big deal, I always come over anyways,” you answer, smiling down at him.

He only nods at you, but you see his composure shift in the way he aimlessly stares at the wall-- he doesn’t feel good. It’s not only the exhaustion today. There must be something else going on.

“Are you okay?” you ask, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he nods, continuing to eat, “it’s just… I feel so useless today.” he shrugs, snickering to himself.

“Why?” you simply state.

“We’re learning this new choreography and I just can’t get it right…” he mumbles, not once meeting your eye as he explains what’s on his mind. Minho doesn’t say a lot, but somehow, you always entirely know how he feels.

You sigh, shifting a little in your seat so you’re closer to the boy sitting on the floor, tenderly bringing your fingers into his hair. You brush it away from his forehead, playing with it, as you quietly speak up, wanting to heal your best friend’s heavy heart.

“It’s just a bad day, Minho. It will be okay, I promise. You just have to rest, okay?” you mumble, continuing to play with his hair. “You’ll get the dancing right in no time. So don’t worry about that, yeah?”

“Hmm,” he hums in a mix of pleasure and acknowledgement, closing his eyes momentarily before he puts the empty box of takeout on the coffee table and leans back into your touch, “fine. Wanna sleep over and watch a movie?”

You shake your head in disbelief at how quickly his mood changes, giggling. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he nods, but doesn’t move from your touch. You watch him from up close, tracing the sculpted features of his face, admiring his beauty, when you decide to say the three words again, nonchalantly and randomly, as always.

“I love you, Minho.”

“Thanks.”

THURSDAY

You wake up to the sunlight aggressively shining into your eyes, scowling a little and cursing at Lee Minho under your breath, because he is the only person you know that doesn’t close their blinds before going to sleep. You thank the gods for not having a morning class today, trying to force yourself to go back to sleep, when you hear loud cursing from the kitchen, prompting you to hurriedly stand up and rush to the room, watching a disaster happen right in front of your eyes.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-” you hear, seeing something set to flames on the stove-- you think it’s eggs, by the carton placed on the kitchen counter, but you really can’t recognise the object when it’s coal black and burning.

“What’s going on?” you nervously ask, watching the scene unfold.

“A fire.” your best friend says, making you laugh.

You just shake your head at him, taking a seat at his kitchen table, not even rushing to help. Watching him struggle is much more fun anyway, and you know he’ll figure it out eventually-- he’s an engineering student. He’s smart.

“Are you not going to help?” he glares at you, putting the pan under the sink, flashing water on the hot surface.

“Not really, no,” you shake your head in innocence, seeing how the hot oil reacts with water in a small explosion, almost burning your best friend’s fingers off as he quickly lets go of the object and curses loudly again, taking a step back.

“How did this all even happen?” you ask, watching him sigh and take out another pan, cracking an egg on top of it and letting it cook.

“I was looking for Dori and forgot I had eggs on the stove…” he scratches the back of his head, laughing a little at himself.

“Right. Yeah. Why didn’t I think of that? I’m such an idiot,” you propose, laughing with him. It’s such a Minho thing to do, you don’t even feel surprised anymore.

Minho then finishes cooking the eggs, serving them to you on a small, white plate, acting like a chef as he takes a seat on the chair opposite of yours, eating his own creation as well.

“Is it good?” he asks, watching you fierclessly nod at him with big eyes and full mouth.

“It’s amazing. I was starving, really, so these eggs really hit different right now,” you mumble out, “Thanks Minho, I love you.”

It slips out casually now. It’s been four days and your best friend doesn’t seem to notice the change in your behaviour, but you don’t really even care at this point. Maybe it’s easier for you this way, after all.

Minho just hysterically laughs at you like a maniac this time, not even finding words to say back as he finishes the breakfast he made with so much struggle, and maybe even the tiniest bit of care.

FRIDAY

The cars behind the window blur into themselves as you drive down the street, sitting on the passenger seat of your best friend’s car. You smile fondly at him when he shortly glances at you from his place, driving with ease down the neighbourhood you live in, the raindrops angrily falling at the surface of the car making it hard for the two of you to even listen to music on your drive home.

“Thanks for driving me home, you’re a lifesaver,” you say when you’re near your apartment complex.

“Well, I have to take care of you since you’re too stupid to get driver’s licence,” he shrugs, grining.

“I’m not stupid!”

“You failed the test twice!”

“I was stressed!” you argue, laughing at him.

He shakes his head at you, parking in front of your building, waiting for you to get out with your things and run into your apartment. You don’t forget your ritual, though, looking him in the eye before you leave, muttering the cursed eight letters again before saying goodbye.

“I love you.”

“Why?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. There’s a hint of amusement hitting his features, but confusion is a feeling overpowering on his face when he speaks to you.

“What do you mean, why?” you shake your head.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true?” you answer, sounding more like a question, though, watching his expression change into even more confused one.

“But like… why?”

“That’s a stupid question.” you scoff. You feel your palms sweating, trying to nonchalantly wipe them on your pants, the stress finally falling on your shoulders when you’re being questioned.

“It’s not. Answer me.” he insists, pouting at you like a little child in the store when their parents don't want to buy them something.

“Because you’re my best friend? I don’t know,” you sigh, hurriedly taking your backpack from the floor, opening the door wide to escape the conversation, “bye!”

You run into your apartment, breathing heavily as you take off your shoes and reach the living room, seeing your roommate laying sprawled out on the sofa in his usual manner. This is a situation for a short australian man to cope with, if you’ve ever seen one.

“Felix, I think I fucked up.”

SATURDAY

After a long, long conversation with Felix about your feelings and how you think you ruined it all, you think your mood couldn’t be worse. You feel like you either completely missed your chance by telling Minho you love him only because he’s your best friend, or you messed it all up and made your friendship awkward by saying so and he finally caught on to what your words really mean.

You walk around the apartment like a stressed-out shell without a soul, chewing on your bottom lip at all times, when you hear the bell on your door ring, throwing you out of your thoughts as you run to see who’s there bugging you in the late hours of the evening.

“What are you doing here so late?” you ask Minho, caught off-guard.

“I was bored,” he shrugs, looking down to his feet. You want the ground to swallow you whole. It’s suddenly hard to stand there in front of him-- it only deepens how embarrassed and frustrated you feel.

“Do you wanna go out for a walk?” he asks, raising his eyebrows up at you in question.

“Sure,” you shrug, following him outside.

You walk by his side, feeling your hands slightly brush against each other from time to time, making you shudder with the unexpected contact. You’ve never felt more nervous than now-- and you took your driving test twice, so that really tells you something.

“Why are you so quiet? Did something happen?” he asks, slightly nudging you with his elbow.

“What? No,” you shake your head, “everything’s fine.” you smile.

“Are you sure? I know I can be a dick sometimes, but you know I’m always here for you,” he says, gazing into your face with such fondness it actually comforts you.

“Yeah, I know,” you nod, “thanks.” you sigh.

A few more steps later, though, the sentence slips out of your mouth again, and you don’t even try to fight it as you let it go. It feels natural to say it now. You’re getting used to it, yet, the feeling he makes you feel always somehow shifts-- but still stays the same as well.

“I love you.”

A nervous laugh is all he gives you, hugging you to his side with his arm, keeping you close to shield you from the cold.

SUNDAY

And when the clock passes midnight and Minho’s still sitting in your room, you feel like somehow, you two have never been closer. You managed to confess to him every day for the past week and he’s still by your side. It’s a change to your relationship, but you don’t feel like it’s causing you trouble anymore.

You sit in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. You don’t have a clue why he didn’t want to leave yet, but you don’t mind him staying. He brings your soul another kind of comfort-- like the morning by the sea, just listening to the waves hitting the shore, the distant chirping of birds lulling you back to sleep.

His hands rest on your calves, your legs thrown over his lap as he sits up on your bed, his back pressed against the wall. You lay there, watching him in the moonlight. You had to turn the lights off, because Felix’s room is right opposite yours and the landlord didn’t let you change the door, meaning you both had an old, white door with a big glass window in the middle of it, letting the lights shine right to the other’s room at night.

He tickles you in the spark of the moment, making you laugh quietly. You don’t want to wake Felix up, or else he’ll get mad at you, and once again, you don’t play with a short australian boy, or you’ll get burned-- you know that by now.

“Stop it!” you whisper-shout at him, sitting up and moving away from him.

He chases you on the bed, though, his fingers laying everywhere on your body, lightly tickling the skin of your stomach when his hands slip under your pyjama shirt. You push them away, squeeking with the coldness of his fingertips, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the force of your laugh.

He stops, falling down to the bed next to you, heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the quiet room. His hand slowly makes its way to your thigh, resting there delicately. You curse at the butterflies rising in your stomach-- you want to shout at them to go away, but hell, is it a good feeling. It’s like you’re torturing yourself, but it’s a sweet torture. You wouldn’t change it in the slightest.

And so then and there, after confessing to him for six days straight, you decide to try again, with as much sincerity as you can, because suddenly, there’s something inside of you telling you that this time, it might actually work.

“I love you.”

And perhaps, you’re not wrong, because with the shuffling of the sheets, he turns his body to yours, facing you. He stares into your eyes, smiling softly at your face, the action looking angelic sitting on his features.

“I love you too,” he confesses in the dark.

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nothoughtsonlynat · 3 years ago

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Human: Chapter 4.5 (N.R.)

Human: masterlist

A/N: this isn’t a full chapter (hence the .5) but I’m posting it by itself bc it’s its own little event and I felt like it :)

Warnings: mental images of throwing Bruce out a window; mentions of involuntary sterilization; mentions of the Red Room; wanting to kill bad people?

We finished cooking and ate supper with the team. I was introduced to Wanda’s brother, Pietro, but I barely said ten words to the guy. The entire evening had been a haze, my mind unable to escape the shackles of the conversation between Wanda and I. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like my feelings for Natasha went much further than what could be described as platonic. It was eating away at me, and I decided that I would talk to her as soon as we were alone. Just think of it as a mission, right? No reason to be nervous. Or terrified.

I saw Natasha over by the bar talking to Bruce. I didn’t like it, but I remained where I was seated on the couch. She put her hand on his arm and laughed at something he said, and I instantly wanted to throw him out the window. Before I could stand up and march over there, Wanda sat down beside me and said, “Why did I just see a very vivid image inside your mind of Bruce being thrown out the window?”

I did a double-take and thought about what she had just said. “You saw what from where?”

“Oh, you didn’t know yet. I can read minds. It’s one of the powers that I got while I was at HYDRA. I can’t always control it and I didn’t mean to go into your head, but your thoughts were very loud…” She gave a sheepish smile as her sentence trailed off.

I let out a low huff, too distracted by the ugly feeling in my gut to be all that shocked. “Look at them. I mean this is a team dinner, not some meet-and-fuck bar.”

She raised an eyebrow at me when I tore my eyes away from them to look at her. “You’re jealous.” She sounded rather amused. “I don’t think you have any reason to be, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I think she likes you too.”

“You’ve barely known her for two days and she’s a world-class assassin. You have no idea what she’s feeling.”

“That’s a fair point, but I can read minds.”

“You read her mind?!”

“I didn’t mean to! I told you I can’t always control it.”

“Okay, you know what? Don’t say anything else. That’s a total invasion of her privacy and I don’t wanna know anything.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. I’m just mad in general.”

“Yes, because you’re jealous.”

“Shut up.”

“Just go up to her and ask her if you can talk to her in private.”

“I don’t know...that seems kind of weird.”

“You guys are best friends, it’s not weird to want to talk to her.”

I hesitated a moment before mumbling, “Ugh, fine,” and standing up.

I walked over towards the bar and Natasha caught my eye, offering a small wave. I sent a small smile in return and stood beside the bar until Bruce cleared his throat and left. “Hey, can we talk? Like...in private?”

“Um, yeah, sure. We can talk in my room. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.” We left the common room and I caught Wanda’s gaze, sending her a wide-eyed look that screamed ‘help me’. Natasha opened the door and we walked in. I glanced around the room and cleared my throat. I was totally panicking. So, naturally, I avoided the subject. “I just...I wanted to know why you sent that text earlier? I mean it seemed kind of ominous, there wasn’t even a smiley face at the end.”

“Oh...well, something happened at the cabin. Wanda must’ve thought we were HYDRA. When we went in, she got in my head. As soon as she realized who I was, she backed out. I told her I hadn’t seen anything yet, but...she brought memories of the Red Room to the surface. I saw Madame B training young girls to be widows and I saw...my sterilization. It was horrible but I didn’t wanna make her feel bad for something that wasn’t her fault.”

She was tearing up and her body was trembling so I took two large steps forward and pulled her into my arms. “You’re okay, Nat. You’re not there anymore. You’re free. It was really kind of you to not tell Wanda, but you don’t have to deal with these things by yourself. You should’ve told me the second it happened. I would’ve been on a flight to Sokovia before you even finished your sentence.” I swayed gently with her in my arms, trying to calm her breathing. I knew about the kinds of things that happen at places like the Red Room, but knowing it had happened to someone I cared so deeply for ignited a burning hatred in my chest. I wanted to kill anyone who had ever caused her pain. I had a feeling we wouldn’t be discussing what I had planned on, but she was hurting, and my top priority was making her feel better.

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 4 years ago

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First Time Jitters

Pairings : SpencerReid x Fem!Reader

Warnings : unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, language

Summary : At a dinner party hosted by Rossi, the girls tells stories on the first times they’ve had to fake an orgasm. They all get intrigued by the readers silence and begin digging into her new relationship with Collague Spencer Reid and find out they haven’t even had sex together... yet.

Word Count : a little over 4K

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never felt anger like that in my life.” Emily laughed out, the rest of us entranced in her tales about the horrors of her sex life. “That’s was probably the first, but definitely not the last time I ever had to fake it.” She shrugged, and I felt my cheeks turn pink. We all sat around the fire pit at Rossi’s house after dinner, soaking in the warmth from the fire. Rossi and Hotch were inside, probably have a heart to heart about man troubles or something, and Reid was entertaining Henry and Jack showing them Magic’s tricks and ignoring any signs of the rest of the adults here.

“Well, sorry to you ladies but I can gladly say that none of my boo thangs ever had to worry about not finishing.” Morgan spoke proudly with a smile on his face. I could see on Garcia’s face how bad she wanted to make some inappropriate joke but she let it pass.

“Okay, I mean... Will is amazing. A totally sweetheart, but sometimes...” JJ groaned, leaving the rest up to our imaginations. If I remembered correctly she was actually the one who brought up the conversation. She mentioned something about her ‘mommy and daddy’ time last being a complete disaster that Will didn’t even know about.

I sat quietly listening to everyone tell their worst stories, laughing when they did and making some commentary from time to time. It was growing late and the only thing in the sky was a crescent moon that seemed to shine really bright. I was seconds away from passing out on Morgan’s shoulder as my attention suddenly was drawn to the fire. I should’ve know that eating so much pasta tonight would’ve led to a food induced coma.

“Awfully quiet tonight.” Morgan spoke, his shoulder moving my head up to get my attention. My eyes looked back up to the group whose eyes were all focused on me. I was fairly quiet tonight, but with the topic on hand I hadn’t needed to speak too much. I’ve had my fair shares of faking my orgasms with ex boyfriends, but it’s been a while since I last did anything sexual with anyone. Reid and I only began dating about 5 months ago, and while I was okay waiting for him, he just never seemed to be interested in doing anything like that. Besides the flirty comments, we never seemed to take it past the heated make out sessions whenever we could sneak them in.

“You’ve been staring off into space for like half the conversation.” Emily spoke, a bit of worry in her tone. “What’s up? No fun stories of boyfriends who couldn’t get you there?” She raised a brow and I gave a slow shrug. Of course I have stories, but none of them really worth mentioning.

“Oh no, I have tons.” I spoke, picking my head up off of Morgan’s shoulder. “No fun ones, though. None of my ex boyfriends have ever been able to get me close.” I spoke honestly. None of any of the guys I slept with in the past has ever been able to make me cum.

“Any stories of boy wonder over there?” Morgan teased and I shook my head.

“Not one.” I answered, hoping my answer would satisfy their need for gossip.

“Really?” Morgan looked surprised, looking back to the brown haired Doctor who was explained to the child how he did his last magic trick. “You’ve never had to fake it with him?” He scoffed. “He’s only had like one girlfriend before!” He wasn’t wrong. Spencer had expressed to me a few times about his lack of experience. Maybe that simple fact that he’s only ever had sex like maybe twice played a part in his abstinence. Maybe he just didn’t see me as someone he wanted to have sex with.

“Honestly,” I took in a deep breath as I realized that they were all staring back at me like I was the object of their affection. “We haven’t had-”

“Oh. My. God.” Garcia gasped, already knowing the end of my sentence. I rolled my eyes, as Morgan’s whole body shifted just to give me a look the read ‘are you really serious right now?’

“It’s not that big of a deal.” I shrug it off, minimizing the impact of the news. “Like you said, he’s had one girlfriend before. Maybe he’s just not ready yet.” I mention, relaxing my already tense body.

“It’s been 5 months.” Garcia adds.

"It's not that long of a time to be dating."

“You guys are around each other for almost like 24 hours a days every day of the week!” Emily scoffed. “You’re telling that you’ve never had sex with him before?” She asked and I shook my head .

“We don’t even talk about it really...”

Each of my team members remained silent, coming up with possible solutions to my ‘problem’. I could see it in there faces that they were just in shock. They all looked to each other, equally as confused and a bit uncomfortable as the next. Doubt flashed across their eyes as they all looked because me and the brown haired Doctor across the lawn.

“So...” Emily began “if you and Spencer haven’t had sex yet, when was the last time you did?” She asked, interrupting he silence.

“I don’t know like...” I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had sex with anyone. “A few years maybe?”

“A FEW YEARS?!” Garcia gasped loudly, gaining the attention of the doctor from across the field who only paid attention for a second before returning to the two boys.

“Oh my god, could you be any louder?” I laughed at her obvious dismay over my absent sex life.

“If you said anything over ‘a few years’ then yeah, I probably could be.” She nodded, still very troubled over the news.

“Look, We’re both pretty busy people outside of work and obviously weee not going to do it on the job-”

“Literally that’s a terrible excuse.” Garcia shook her head, as disappointment began to form on her face. Maybe they were right. We’ve been dating for 5 months but we’ve known each other way longer. It’s not like we were complete stranger still digging to get to know the other person.

“What’s a terrible excuse?” Spencer’s voice spoke from over my shoulder, causing me to jolt slightly. Everyone’s eyes immediately focused on him as he stood there confused and left out. I didn’t even have to give them a dirty look to tell them to keep our conversation under wraps, considering it was him we were talking about.

“Y/n was just telling us how she never read any of the Harry Potter books before.” Garcia spoke quickly, everyone nodding to agree with what she said. I cursed him out in my head as he moved around the couch and sat down next to me. I then shifted my weight from Morgan to Spencer, leaning my head on his shoulder. I tried to ignore the eyes but I couldn’t, each other them staring completely unbothered on how awkward it totally was.

“Y/n doesn’t read anything that doesn’t have hot vampires who sparkle in the sun.” Spencer commented, making my mouth drop. That’s was so untrue, I read other things too... I can’t name them off the top of my head but I know I do!

“Thats so-”

"very accurate?" he finished my sentence causinf my eyes to narrow even though i wasnt looking at him.

“Actually Spence, y/n was just telling us about a headache she had!” JJ spoke up, putting on a concern face that confused the hell out of me. When did I mention I had a headache? “She’s said her head was pulsing and it felt like her brain was throbbing?” My eyes widened and I realized what she was doing.

“Yeah,” Emily spoke, nodding her head as she picked up on the silent plan they just agreed upon. “I think she needs to get home, she might have hit her head or something earlier.” Emily frowned, as if she was really concerned for my health. They each had a look of evil on their faces which, to the blind eye, could easily be mistaken for care.

“Really? That’s does sound kind of bad, maybe we should get you to the ER? It might be a concussion...” Reid spoke, and my eyes widened even more.

“Oh no, she was check by the medics earlier! She might just have a migraine.” Morgan came quickly to my rescue. God knows what I’d have to do to talk Spencer out of taking me to the ER if he thought I was hurt or injured.

“You guys a such-” I stopped myself, watching the amusement grow on their faces as the waited for me to finish my sentence. “... such angels...” I grumbled, “always looking out for me.” I hummed, narrowing my eyes at the women on the couch across from me.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Spencer spoke, helping me stand from the couch even though I was perfectly fine.

Our fingers were intertwined as we bid farewell to our evil scheming friends. I let him lead the way back to the hous, solely so I could flick them off behind his back. Once we got close to the house, we were attacked with hugs and pleads not to leave by the touch gorgeous little boys who would just missed their uncle Spencer. After we said our goodbyes to Rossi and Hotch we headed back to his apartment. Only because I loved the smell of strong coffee and old books, and he was closer.

“You should go lay down, y/n/n. I can wake you up when it’s time to go?” He spoke sweetly, his hands on my hips as we entered his bed room. I smiled at his kindness, remembering how I promised I’d go to some late night movie with him this morning. It was showing in Russian and he was just itching to sit through 3 hours of it to translate it to me.

“I love you.” I hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, as my arm snaked around his neck in order to pull him into a hug. His movements stuttered just a bit before he returned the hug back to me.

“I love you.” He counter, squeezing me into him. “Now tell me, how many glasses have you had?” He teased.

“One.” I answered, laughing at the face he gave me when he pulled away. “Only one, I swear!” I defend myself with a smile. It wasn’t thag hard to get him to realize I was telling the truth, I wasn’t big on drinking and I’d be damned if I let myself get wine drunk.

“Y/N Y/L/N, showing affection to little old me?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did I ever do to deserve it?” He joked.

"Why wouldn’t I be affection towards my loving, sexy, intelligent, boyfriend?” I teased with a playfully frown.

"Have you met you?" He smiled from my response, his arms wrapping around me a bit tighter.

“You know... I like kissing you.” I spoke slowly, my eyes falling to his lips no matter how hard I tried to get them to stare into his sparkly green eyes which always seemed to stare right into my soul.

“I like kissing you too...” his cheeks turned pink from the compliment.

“Hugging you is pretty nice too...” I further my compliments, my voice turned sultry and smooth as I tried my best to be seductive. I never really pushed the idea of sex on him, I was too scared that he’d reject me and I’d ruin everything. Now I’m starting to think that maybe everyone was right? It’s been a long time since I had sex, and it’s probably been longer for him. And we’ve been dating for a while now... maybe now is the time? “Hugging you and kissing you is really nice.” I murmured as his lips pressed into mine once more.

“I enjoy hugging and kissing you too.” He smiled back, a bit confused but he didn’t seem to mind. His large hands moving up and down my back. Right now, in his mind I was probably just basking in him right now. In mine, I really wanted him to catch the hint that I needed him to fuck me.

Our lips pressed together again, this time sending tingles down my spine. We slowly moved back until I had Spencer on the bed, with me straddling him as our lips moved in sync. He smiled against my lips as his hands moved down to my thighs, gripping them a bit harder than usual. This was it. This was them position we ended up in every single time we made out, only this time I was hoping for somethingother than just a heated make out session. His tongue swiped at my bottom lips gaining instant access before his was in complete control.

Spencer William Red had me wrapped around his finger and didn’t even know it. It’s been 5 months, yet even before I had the privilege of being his girlfriend I would’ve done whatever he asked of me. I was and still am completely ready to be used at his disposal.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?” He mumbled against my lips, slowing the pace before things could get too heavy.

“Not at all.” I hummed, leaving one last peck on his lips. I debated on what to do for a few seconds as my eyes wondered over his beautiful face. “I- I uhm, I have a question.” My voice came out soft, and gentle which wasn’t usual. Whenever I spoke, usually it was with confidence, and had no problem talking about uncomfortable topics but this... this was a whole new world.

“What’s wrong?” I watched the content look on his face dropped into more of a frown.

“I-” my eyes got caught in his, sparkling from the dim light in his dark green painted room. “I don’t know...” I used my fingers to brush a piece of his hair before his ear. He was truly magnificent to look at, from his cheekbones to his perfect nose, everything about him was just... pretty.

“Talk to me.” He frowned further, his hands careful not to move further than where they already were.

“Do you not want to... like...” my eyes narrowed a bit watching his confusion take place. He was one of the brightest people I knew yet he was still so clueless. “...touch me?” I sounded like an insecure teenage right now, and I honestly didn’t care. This conversation could go a number of ways and I’d rather take everything right now that go another day or week or month thinking that sleeping with me was a repulsive idea to my own boyfriend.

“You- I- what?” His eyes widened, and I dropped my arms from around his neck. I would’ve gotten off of his lap, but his hands were gripping tightly on to my hips in a way that made me want to throw myself at him. “You mean like...?” Goddammit Spencer, how fucking clueless are you?

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” My face was just as soft as my tone. I could see the shock taking effect as his brain worked as quickly as it could to fully understand what was happening at the moment.

“I- uhm, I-“ he stumbled, and for a second I swore my heart broke into a thousand many pieces.

“You know... just forget it, it was a stupid question anyways-”

“No!” His voice came out strong and willful. “No I just- I wasn’t expecting that, I guess.” He explained and I nodded. “I-I- do want to... uhm... have a- sex with you, y/n.” His face was showing a variety of emotions and I’m sure mine was too. “ I just...”

“Don’t want to catch a disease?” I joked, which he apparently didn’t find very funny. I couldn’t help it though, it’s too awkward in here for my liking.

“I don’t want you-“ he stopped to think for a moment, “I don’t want you to be underwhelmed.” He explained, my mouth dropping at his confession. He was scared he wouldn’t be able to pleasure me? That’s was... horribly sweet of him. Not that I expected anything less from Spencer himself... that was just very unpredicted.

I wanted to tell him about all the past guys who never even got close to getting me off, but I don’t think that would make the situation any better. Honestly, right now, just the thought of him touching me could’ve got me off. Even if he couldn’t get me there, I’d fake it. I’d fake it really fucking good just for him because so am completely wrapped around his finger. Well, I wanted to be at least...

“I just want to be with you, Spence.” I spoke, watching the light smile form back to his lips. He was conflicted for a second before nodding his head. His light green sparkly eyes then turned dark, his pupils dilating as our faces grew closer until I could feel our breaths mixing together.

“I love you so fucking much.” He hummed, just before connecting our lips again. I felt the butterflies in my stomach going crazy as his hands moved to my face, pulling our lips together again.

He tasted like the white wine he enjoyed at dinner earlier. It was an odd choice but one I could definitely get behind, only if it was on his tongue. His signature scent of vanilla coffe and some expensive cologne swirled around in my nostrils driving me absolutely mad. My hips moved against the fabric of his pants, grinding against him releasing only a bit of tension from my own body. His hands working quickly to unbutton my jeans and blouse, exposing my black laced bra hiding underneath. I let out a tiny giggle as his back collided with the soft duvet, leaving me right on top of him, making it much easier to grind down on him.

His hands moved to my hips, guiding me right where he needed me. My hands traveled from his jaw all the way down his chest, unbuttoning what I could until I got to his belt. I gasped as my back suddenly hit the duvet, giggling again as I felt Spencer smile against my lips. Spencer struggles to carry a gun properly so, flipping us over was a very impressive move coming from him.

“Literally, just beautiful.” He mumbled on my lips before pulling away to look at me.

My cheeks burned a bright red, as I watched him study my own body. His body rested in between my legs, and his hands slowly traced over my skin. He sent me a sweet smile, and I thought of 100 jokes I could make right now but I figured it wasn’t the moment. I lift my hips as he tugged off my jeans and shirt tossing it somewhere across the room, ditching his own shirt. Now I was laying naked, waiting for him to touch me, well, everywhere. My eyes caught onto the faint six pack that’s always hidden under his own shirts, and I swear if I could I’d stare at it forever.

“Like what you see?” I teased, watching a smile spread to his lips as he rolled his eyes.

“Kinda, yeah.” He nodded, bringing his forehead down to rest on mine. His hands moved to my side, taking his heavy grip on them. My leg propped up on his side, giving him a bit more room to work.

“Kinda?” I raised an eyebrow at the reply and he shrugged. My breathing halted at the feeling of his hand playing at the band of me black panties.

“I’m sure I’d like it much better, if you had nothing on at all.” I felt my stomach go into full on cartwheel as his hand slipped under the band of my panties. His lips pressed a light kiss to my forehead, before he went down to my neck. The heat from his hand hovering above me sent the most explicit images to my head. Every time my hips bucked into his hands, his lips found a spot to suck and nip at earning light moans.

“Please Spence.” I whimper, feeling his lips curl into a smile against my neck. He pressed some more antagonizingly slow soft kisses as he made his way back to my lips. He hovered for a second before our lips were moving again, his lips muting the sounds of my moans from his finger circling around my clit.

“Shit.” He muttered against my lips, as he ran his finger up my soaked slit, teasing my entrance just enough to collect just juices on his fingers. My hips grind up into his hand, begging for more of him.

His fingers sped up as he massaged my clit, sending a deep tingle throughout my body. He pulled apart from our kiss, and I released a loud moan. His fingers already finding their way into me, curling to touched that right spot inside of me. My hands grip at the sheets and pillows as he begins to pump in and out of me. I felt the tension in my stomach tightening as he brought my closer to where I was so desperately needing to be. He left a trail of sweet kisses down my body until he reached the band of my panties.

“Oh fuck-” I moaned out, catching a glimpse of what he was doing to me in the body mirror across the room. I could see my panties pushed to the side as his fingers fucked into me faster by the minute. I could’ve came at the sight right there, but picked up on where I was looking. His head turned to the mirror watching as I squirm under he touched when he pushed into me a bit harder than before. He sent me a devious smirk before turning back to his current project. “Oh my fuck- right there Spence- god!” I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue lapping up my slick, playing with my clit as he sped the pace of his fingers. My back arched off the bed as the euphoric high of the orgasm I was about to reach shot through me.

“Cum for me, Angel.” He murmured against me, sending a vibration right to my clit. Without warning I spilled everything on his fingers. I let out another string of curses as he removed his fingers only to replace his digits with his tongue, sucking everything out of me.

“You taste even better than you look right now.” He hummed, as he sucked my juice from his fingers. I put on a lazy smile, as my arms wrapped right back around his neck. He brought his lips down to me, giving me a good taste of myself.

“So pretty damn good?” I joke, earning a tickle at my sides. “My turn?” I prepared myself to be flip over again but instead I was hold down in place by the brown haired man.

“Normally I wouldn’t object but I really want to be inside of you right now.” He commented, my eyes widened a big at his bluntness before nodding my head. He slipped off his boxers, pumping himself above me a few times. His tip grazed my clit twice earning a moan from the sensitive sensations. I could tell he was enjoying having me completely at his mercy. I was enjoying it too. “Are you Ready?” He asked and I nodded, eager to feel him inside of me.

Without another word he slid into me slowly until he bottomed out. I gasped at the stretch and sting I felt as he entered. I felt myself convulse around him, causing him to tense over me. He stayed buried in me, allowing me to adjust to his size. I had half the mind to make a joke about him being such a gentleman but I kept it to myself.

“You can move.” I he gave a nod, as he pulled out earning a light moan from my throat. For a split second a saw a flash of evil cross his eyes. There was no pretty Sparkles in his eyes, they were now fake and filled with lust as his eyes raked over me.

He slammed into me, hitting the exact spot where I needed him. He kept a fast pace, hiking my leg up to his side again hitting into me at a deeper angle. His lips attached to mine in a hungry manner, as if I was just there for his own comfort. My back was arched off the bed as I get the knot forming in my stomach threatening to come undone once more as I cried out multiple profanities in his kiss.

“Oh fuck, y/n.” He moaned out bringing me right to the edge, my walls clenching around him as he picked up the pace. I let out the loudest pornographic moan of his name as I came undone. He fucked me through the euphoria as his own thrust began to stutter.

Our breathing was heavy as he pulled out and released his load on my lower stomach. I gave him another lazy smile, seeing as I didn’t have the energy for much else. Once he as finish he collapsed on the bed next to me, pulling my body into his. I could hear his heart beat racing through his chest... or was that mine? I was sure to be 8 different types of soar in the morning, and right now I was on the verge of actually passing out.

“You’re incredible.” I breathed looking to my equally as fucked out boyfriend. His long strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, driving me slightly crazy.

“I don’t think we’re going to make that movie.” He laughed, making my smile grow.

I looked to the alarm set by the bed. “It’s only 11:30, we totally make it in time.” I spoke, remembering his excitement about this film earlier in the day.

“Yeah, but I have much better things to do actually.” He mentioned with a light shrug, brushing a few strand of hair from my own sweaty forehead.

“Like?”

“You.”

I smiled at the group of agents all hovering in the bullpen, probably talking about their weekends off. It was rare we ever got a whole weekend to ourselves, so whenever we did we made sure to take full advantage of it. I mean... I certainly did.

“Morning guys.” I smiled as is at down at my desk which Morgan for some reason thought was a chair.

“Morning sunshine!” The muscular clad man greeted me with a smile. “How waa your weekend?”

“It was really good actually.” I shrugged, noticing the expecting looks I recieved from the group. I noticed Penelope coming out from her office in the corner of my eye. She caught a quick glimpse of all of us, and her senses caught on quickly before she changes her route and made her way down with a giddy smile.

“You seem happy.” She walked up with a grin on her red painted lips. “You’re not a morning person... you never smile this early.” She stated. “Did you have sex?!” She spoke right to the point, taking me by surprise.

“I- uhm... what?”

“Yes? No? Did you at least talk to him about it?” She pushed, my cheeks turning red at the questions.

“Yeah, we did talk about the whole sex thing.” I gave in, knowing eventually they were going to find out everything on their own, either from me or Reid.

“How’d it go?” JJ asked, her and Emily catching onto the conver as the two of them moved to the front of my desk.

“Am I invited to the party this time?” Rossi spoke, as he walked down from his office, joining our group cluster.

“They talked about it!” Garcia cheered to him, and his face lit up as if her was actually proud of me.

“You did not tell Rossi!” I gasped

“Yeah we did, Hotch knows too.” Emily spoke, “now, what happened after you talked about it?!” She dismissed it, in hopes to get more information.

I sat in disbelief for a good few seconds before shaking my head. I knew they lived for the office gossip, I was the same way. Things like office gossip made us feel regular, considering the crazy and gore that came with the job. In all honestly, I hadn’t minded it all that much.

“It went well...” I shrugged

“And...?” Rossi spoke, waiting for more of the story.

“How well?” JJ asked, a smirk taking over her lips. They all stared intently as they waited for me to reply.

“I mean... we had sex.” I mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear. “...a lot”

“Seriously?!?” Garcia squealed.

“I- was it- was it good? How’d did it happen?” Emily asked, and I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks.

“Uhm...” I tried to think of less descriptive words than the ones popping into my head. “It was really good... like amazing actually.” I scoffed, laughing at the noises each of them made.

“So did you actually-”

“Yup.”

“And he’s the first person to ever make you-” I raise a brow at Morgan, putting slip finger to stop him mid sentence. He honestly looked in disbelief that Reid, of all people, could satisfy me after all these years.

“I said non of my ex boyfriends.” I clarified. I watched as Emily’s smile grew impressed, and Morgan and JJs jaws dropped at the confession. Garcia simply just squealed again, and I can’t even describe the look on Rossi’s face.

“Morning guys!” Reid walked in, a bright smile on his face chasing the rest of us to giggle at his brightness. He was usually in a good mood on mondays, but this was just a whole different type of mood. I had my ideas on why, but I didn’t have to say them out loud.

“Morning loverboy.” Morgan smiled at the new nickname. I haven’t seen him since early early this morning. We decided to part ways, mainly because anytime we looked at each other ended up in us having sex on whatever piece of furniture or appliance was nearest. Surprisingly he didn’t even mentioned a single thing about the about of germs and bacteria we could’ve spread either. Reid gave us all a wide smile before he walked up to my desk. He leaned down to height, placing a stern yet soft kiss to my lips. He usually went for the forehead or the nose, which all of us were aware of.

“How was your weekends?” He asked, looking to his friends happily.

“How was yours?” Garcia smirked, as she rest her elbow on dereks should. I felt my cheek glow hot again.

“It was... really good.”

“Oh we know.” Rossi mumbled, earning a dirty glare from me as my jaw dropped a little bit. The old man sent me a innocent smile a shrug, before Reid caught on.

“You know...” he spoke, giving me the same right lip smile he does when he really doesn’t know what to say.

“They know we had sex.” I spoke quickly, and his eyes widen a bit as he finally realized.

“Oh.” He spoke, fixing the satchel on his shoulder. Spencer was never very public with past romances, so I don’t know how he’d react to this. “I mean... I had sex with my girlfriend, what’s the big deal.” He shrugged, not seeming to mind too much. My eyes widened a bit, as I felt his arm snake around my waist pulling me into his side.

“You know what?” Rossi spoke, standing from his seat. “He’s right. He’s an adult, as are we. So stop acting like a bunch of children!” He scolded the group of adults hanging around us like a bunch of lost puppies. I smiled and nodded agreeing with the man. Reid gave him a thankful smile, before pressing another kiss to my cheek and going to his own desk.

Rossi stood in front of me as he watched the other back off, with eye rolls and huffs.

“Did you at least use protection?” Rossi teased, but for some reason thag caught my attention. Our attention. Sudden flashes from all the events that took place over these last few days flooded our minds at the exact same time. My body stiffened for a second before I grabbed the files stacked up on my desk to work from home. We hadn’t used a single condom all weekend. Everyone’s eyes were wide and I moved quickly, scrapping everything into my arms before I looked to Reid with an equally as fesrful look on his face.

“Text if you need anything.” I mumbled before practically running out of the office with Spencer close on my heels.

We were totally screwed

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

Thanks for inviting me to jump in @lavenderandvanilla!

How many works do you have on AO3?

34 works, most of them co-written with @greenfaeriefeverdream

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2,455,567. We love words.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Mormor.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Kiss or Kill, our very first fic, written to heal from Reichenbach trauma.

2. Tiger on the Silk Road, the most AU of our AUs, where 1001 Nights and Norse Mythology meet.

3. Tomorrow the World, teen Mormor in 1989. Raw and sweet and intense like only teenage love and despair can be.

4. Steve, a short story I wrote for The Green Faerie’s birthday. Steve, Jim Moriarty’s third in command, is a staple in our fics, and I figured he deserved a story of his own.

5. In shared fifth place: Lethe, the Adventure of the Amnesiac Tiger, and Today Your Love, the sequel to Tomorrow the World, where they are all grown up.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always! Comments are mana from heaven for writers. We love them and will always reply, once we’ve come down from the dopamine high.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

All our fics have the FaerieCat guarantee that at the end the boys are happy, together, and alive (or a suitable measure of undead). Anyone else is fair game.

I guess This Is a Love Story must be angstiest, though it’s a kind of lead up to Moriamur, which I guess has the angstiest ending if you are not Mormor.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Ohhhh, hard question! I guess The Ice Man Cometh because they have two cats at the end.

8. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

We have written one, with Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, Moriamur.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, that would be terrible.

10. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

The Jim Moriarty kind. Dark, epic, painful, bloody, ecstatic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. Someone did once send me a picture of Instagram where someone had posted a quote from one of my fics without source.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Several people have asked if they could translate our fics, but we never heard from them since. Translation is bloody hard work.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Most of my fics have been co-written with The Green Faerie, and one with her and MsLadySmith. I have also written with The Afternoon Break, HastaLux, Flightless Bird, and MoonShineD

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Mormor.

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Faerie and I started a sci-fi but realized we weren’t in the right headspace to write something of such proportions. The idea was good though - hopefully in the future (ha).

16. What are your writing strengths?

I choose the best co-writer :)

In seriousness, I think feeling the character and letting him flow through me in his most genuine voice.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Wordiness. I never use one word, sentence, paragraph, when a hundred can do.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

We sometimes do it, but only if it’s easy for the reader to deduce what’s being said, and if it’s not required information. For couleur locale it can be powerful.

19. What is the first fandom you wrote for?

Mystrade.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

So hard - like choosing a favourite child! They all have their charms. If you put a gun to my head I’d have to say Kiss or Kill, as that is where it all began.

My at-button is broken so I can’t tag people (I tried above with a copy-pasted one but it doesn’t work). So if you would like to see your name here, consider yourself tagged ;)

#mormor #writing #faeriecat

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alaskasmonsters · 4 years ago

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Let your hair down | Nishinoya Yuu

stumbling into noya with his hair worn down was a wecome distraction to your little homesickness problem

pairing: nishinoya yuu x fem!reader

w.c: 3.989

warnings: mentions of homesickness

a.n: in this house we ask for kiyoko’s hand in marriage (if you’re wondering why homegirl is mentioned so much), also noya with his hair down is so pretty i’m in love.

You were never able to sleep when you were away from home.

It made you a little embarrassed, since only children would get homesick as soon as one night into sleeping elsewhere but their own house.

You were only glad none of the boys knew about it, you didn't think they'd tease you (okay maybe Tsukki would....Tsukki definitely would) but you still didn't want them to know that their first-year manager was being such a baby about something this mortal.

You were already the youngest amongst them all, even younger than Kageyama who's been the baby of the team before you got recruited by Kiyoko to be the follow-up manager of the boy's volleyball team when her and the other three-years would leave next year. You didn't need them to think of you as not only the youngest but also the most vulnerable of the squad. They didn't need to know you were being an actual baby, and only because of a 5 day long training camp away from your hometown.

Everyone seemed to be so unbothered about sleeping elsewhere, most of the boys were more excited than anything to be away from their parents and house rules for a few days. None of the girls you had gotten to know better during breaks and extra training the boys had were nervous either.

Which made you feel like the biggest wuss.

It wasn't long before bed-time now, all of the girls and you had already gotten ready for bed and changed into your nightwear, yours consistent of boxers and an oversized hoodie (nights in tokyo were a lot colder than in karasuno), and gathered around to talk before finally hitting the sack.

You had snuck out of the room, though, when nobody was paying much attention to you. The anxiety of spending your first night this far away from home was slowly crawling its way under your skin and started to nag at your bones.

You didn't want anybody to notice and thus decided to get a snack; maybe some food would calm you down.

You thought you remembered seeing this vending machine with a few chocolate bars and soft drinks near the bathroom and it wasn't long until you found it, it being the only source of light illuminating the dark corridors of the floor.

And you’ve been being right. There were a variety of different snacks you could choose from, chocolate bars, chips and pretz biscuit chips even (which was your favorite).

You pressed the button with the right number, watching the snack you loved so much being slowly inched forward by the mechanism before it dropped down, ready for you to pick up.

You bent down, lifting the metal hatch and grabbing for the chips, already feeling a little better at the thought of the familiar snack in your hands, when there was a plodding noise from behind you startling you.

You didn't have time to see what it belonged to, neither did you have time to be scared, as there was a sudden voice suddenly coming from right behind you.

"You're hungry, too, huh?"

A startled scream escaped your lips instinctively before you could hold it back and you twirled around in your spot, wide eyes settling on the person who had so cruelly decided to sneak up on you while you were deep in thought.

As you recognized him, it startled you almost as badly as his sudden appearance had, not because you didn't expect him to be the one plagued by hunger after his several servings at dinner, but because you hadn't expected him to look so different.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to startle you," the boy apologized, giving you a soft smile and you nodded at him, your eyes still glued to where his hair was supposed to be.

Nishinoya Yuu, also known as the bane of your very short existence (at least that's what you had nicknamed him) was standing in front of you with his hair let down.

Usually the volleyball team's very own libero, wore his hair gelled up in spikes, with only one bleached strand hanging into his face. Just the right fit for his loud and a little rough personality.

Now, though, due to the shower he must have had, judging by the still wet hair and the towel he had thrown over his shoulder, his usual spikes were gone, his hair instead was falling down in sleek strands, making his features look a lot softer.

And so much cuter.

Okay, no, stop that right now.

The reason why you liked to call Nishinoya the 'bane of your very short existence' was because of thoughts like that.

You tended to swoon over the boy mentally; a boy you've barely held a conversation with that had consisted of more than three sentences.

You didn't know why Noya had caught your interest, not that he wasn't handsome, no he was incredibly cute, but you didn't really know him that well. Other than that he was very good in volleyball, the most enthusiastic person you knew (well, ignoring Hinata of course) and utterly enamored with Kiyoko.

Who wasn't?

Tsukkishima was probably the only member of the volleyball team that didn't get flustered around the third-year manager.

Even you couldn't help the nervousness you've felt around her the first few times you've talked one on one.

She was just amazing.

"Oh, hi Noya-san," you greeted him sheepishly, noticing in embarrassment that you've just stared at him in silence for way too long.

At least you two were familiar enough for you to call him by his nickname.

To be fair, it was probably inappropriate considering how little you two had actually talked to one another, but after he hadn't corrected you when the nickname first slipped from your lips (completely unintentionally) a few weeks ago, you had just decided to keep using it.

"Hi, y/n-san, what have you....aw, you've got the last pack," Noya pouted gesturing to your hand and you were embarrassed to admit how long it took you to understand what he meant.

You looked down into your hand, momentarily forgetting what you were holding (surprise, it was still the pretz biscuit chips), and then back to the vending machine to realize that the pack of chips you were holding had actually been the last in the row.

Why did a crush make you so stupid?

"Oh...sorry. Did you want to get the chips?" you asked dumbly.

Noya let out a laugh, shaking his head as he waved his hands around in front of his chest.

"What, haha, you don't have to apologize. I'll just get something else," he told you, still chuckling lightly.

You watched the way his cheeks crunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled in fascination. Now that his hair was hanging into his face his laughter was even more precious.

"We can share."

You had blurted that out before you could stop yourself.

Noya looked at you in surprise and you felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment.

Since when did you find it so difficult to function around him? Normally you weren't acting this smitten. Yes, you were always a little nervous around him, but never did it go as far as blurting out thoughts uncontrollably.

You blamed the hair, it was definitely the hair.

Noya's eyes lit up in excitement at your suggestion and his eyes wandered down to the chips in your hands, looking at them like they were a precious treat, before going back to your face.

"Really?" he asked happily.

You couldn't help but smile back at him, your cheeks flushing a little bit more as he stared at you with twinkling eyes and a beaming smile.

"Yeah, sure."

You opened the bag before holding it towards Noya to underline the offer. He reached inside to get out a huge chunk of chips to stuff it all in his mouth in one go. It made him look like a chipmunk and you couldn't help but giggle at his antics, your eyes once again wandering to his natural hair.

You fished out a few biscuit chips as well, nibbling on the snack absent-mindedly. You wondered if his hair felt just as soft as it looked like if you ran your fingers through it.

"Is anything on my face?" Noya asked suddenly, pulling you back from your weird thought process.

"What, no, i don't think so, why?"

Why did you have to stutter around right now?

"You're staring at me," he pointed out, grinning cockily when he noticed the blush on your cheeks deepen.

"Oh...it's just," you shrugged, looking down at the bag of chips in your hands awkwardly, "Your hair looks different."

For some reason Noya's cheeks were tinted pink now, as well. You noticed when you looked up at him through your lashes to see if he was totally put off by your comment or not.

He looked more embarrassed than you had expected.

Why that was you didn't know. Did he not think you would notice?

"Oh, yeah...i've showered," he stated matter-of-factly, as if you haven't already figured.

His hand reached upwards to scratch his neck and he looked away from you and your staring eyes.

Wait, was he embarrassed because of his hair?

When that thought hit you panic followed almost immediately, flooding your stomach with full impact. You had made Noya uncomfortable. He probably thought you meant different in a bad way! You totally fucked this up.

"What, no!" you shouted, cringing at how loud your voice had gotten and you quickly tried to adjust the volume to the quiet atmosphere of the corridor. "I...i didn't mean it looks bad or anything."

You waved your hands hastily around if only to bring your genuine intentions across.

He shouldn't think you didn't like his hair! That was the last thing you wanted.

"It looks good, i mean. I was just surprised, is all."

Did you just say his hair looked good?

The deepening blush in his cheeks was answer enough.

You just said his hair looked good.

Way to go, y/n.

"Oh...thanks, y/n/n-san."

Noya was smiling again and it managed to calm a little of your anxiety down, just enough so you were only slightly on edge again.

If you weirded him out, at least he knew how to hide it well.

The two of you stood there eating in silence for a few minutes, the only sound audible was the rustling of the bag and cracking of the chips once in a while. It was nice. You didn't know Nishinoya was someone who could just be quiet for a little, he seemed like such a high energy loud guy usually.

"So tell me, y/n/n-san," the libero started, his voice suddenly serious as he stared at you intensely. You swallowed thickly, wondering what suddenly changed his mood. He looked so determined. You expected the worst to come but then... "WHAT'S IT LIKE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH OUR LOVELY KIYOKO-SAN?"

His hands clenched to fists at his side and his eyes sparkled.

You just stared at him. Then you started laughing.

"You're such a weirdo, Noya-san,” you told him, shaking your head in amusement.

He just grinned, looking almost proud he made you laugh with just being goofy.

"But uhm...it's alright, i guess. I mean, she's really nice! Extremely nice! The other girls are, too," you told him but your thoughts drifted off to the topic of sleep when the room you all shared in training camp was brought up again.

If you couldn't sleep than you'd be useless for the next few days. You wouldn't be able to help the boys with their training as well as before and you'd disappoint them and Kiyoko-chan.

You'd disappoint Noya.

"Hey...you don't sound so happy," the boy noticed, his features etched together in concern as he was eyeing you, "do you not like it here in Tokyo?"

Shit! You didn't mean to let your panic flow into your words and worry him.

"It's nothing, Noya-san! Don't worry."

"You can tell me!" he insisted, pointing a thumb at his chest. "You're our manager now, too! Means you don't just take care of us, we take care of you, too."

Are you crying internally? Maybe.

"It's just kinda stupid...you'll laugh," you try to wave it off, hoping Noya would just let the topic rest when he noticed you didn't want to talk about it.

He was Noya, so he didn't.

"I won't!" he insisted, a determined look in his eyes.

You had to look away because your cheeks were flushing again. The thought of just telling him goodnight and leaving crossed your mind, but you knew now that Nishinoya was aware something was bothering you, he would not let it rest.

You contemplated whether or not to tell him, avoiding his eyes that were still fixated on you. His stare made you feel all dizzy.

"I'm just a little homesick," you mumbled, fumbling with the half-empty bag in your hands.

You hoped that explanation was enough for him, the thought of telling him the real reason you were feeling upset made your heart drop to your stomach.

You didn't want to sound like a child, especially not in front of a boy you had a crush on.

"Oh....why would you think i'd laugh about that? It's okay to miss home!"

You gulped, eyes trained on your panda socks (ups, how embarrassing) as you tried to build up the courage to continue.

"It's not just homesickness," you swallowed thickly, the nervousness crawling at your throat. "I've never slept anywhere but home because I was too scared. My mom always had to pick me up from sleepovers because I'd start crying...."

The silence that followed after was unbearable. You wished for nothing else but a hole to open up and swallow you all at once.

Nishinoya must think you were being a total baby.

And he would be right about that. You were being a total baby. What 15 year old couldn't be away from home for a night? You were pathetic.

"And you've still decided to come to Tokyo with us? y/n/n-san, you're so badass!"

You looked up in shock at the libero's words, not believing what you've heard him say. Noya was gaping at you, his eyes wide in admiration and excitement.

"Wha-what?" you choked out.

"You're really brave if you knew you would be scared and still decided to come with us to Tokyo!" Noya explained, grinning widely.

You stared at him. When he said it like that it sounded so easy, like there was no other way to see it. Like you were in fact a badass for deciding to join them for trainingscamp.

You lowered your gaze in embarrassment when you remembered that you really weren't.

"I don't...i don't know. Don't you think it's weird?" you asked quietly, glancing at Noya.

"Nah, everyone is scared of something," he reassured, eyeing you with seriousness, "I used to be scared of anything when i was a kid until my grandfather taught me not to be."

"Oh."

Noya’s face lit up.

"I can try to teach you, too!" , he exclaimed excitedly, already clenching his fists in determination, staring at you with glowing eyes.

You gave him a thankful smile. Noya-san was always so nice to everyone and it warmed your heart he wanted to help you with your fears.

Although you doubted you could be taught to be less of a scaredy cat.

When you told him that Noya only shook his head, already having decided on making you his project it seemed, as he grabbed your wrist and grinned at you.

"Let's try!"

His voice held the same tone as when he told his team to trust him with a particular difficult serve and you had no other choice but to nod in defeat.

There was no way you were able to change his mind at this point.

His face lit up a little more at that. Or maybe you were just imagining things now.

"What happens if you try to sleep anywhere by home?" he questioned, turning very serious.

You shrugged, trying vehemently to ignore Noya’s hand gripping your wrist.

"I get scared."

"Why?"

You let out a heavy sigh, looking down at the floor once more. You wish you knew. Maybe you could actually do something against it if you did.

"Fears aren't rational, Noya"

"No, but think about it. Why do you think you get scared?" he asked, squeezing your skin between his fingers in a reassuring way.

You took a moment, racking your brain for possibilities or origins of your childish fear. Why didn’t you like sleeping anywhere else than home?

Did you miss your parents? Yeah, sure, but that wasn’t it. What else could be a reason that you couldn’t sleep anywhere but home? Maybe you didn’t feel as safe?

Was it because you didn’t feel safe without your parents there? Was ist because your own home provided a safety you trusted in more than with other places?

...Yeah, that must be it. Home was a safe place and anywhere away was just too far away.

"I...i don't feel as safe as home. I mean, it's so far away," you explained, looking up at Noya again, who was studying you with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Mh," he hummed, removing his hand from your wrist to instead stroke his chin in thought.

His features looked even softer illuminated in the blue light, you noticed. Especially with his hair worn down. He just looked...cuter like this.

He should definitely wear it like this more often.

“I have an idea, come on,” Noya yalled out suddenly, cruelly shaking you out of your daydreams involving him.

Before you could protest Noya had already grabbed your wrist once more and started pulling you into the direction of the staircases. The bag of chips had fallen out of your hand due to your surprise at his actions, sadly floating to the floor.

You were pulled up the stairs, deciding to go along with it, because well, for one it was Noya and you’d probably go along with everything as long as he was the one to ask you. But also, you were curious what exactly the boy’s idea was and where he planned to bring you.

The both of you climbed up the stairs in a breathtaking tempo, all the stairs, way up until you’ve arrived at the rooftop.

Noya pushed the door open with his shoulder, not letting go off your hand (since when was he holding your hand?), as he turned towards you and gestured for you to go first. A wide grin stretched across his face.

The cool night air hit your legs as soon as you stepped outside, a strange contrast to the warm palm against yours. The difference of temperature made you shiver slightly.

You looked around, hoping to see why the libero had brought you to this place in the first place, but saw nothing of significance. Turning to look at Noya again, you raised your brows in question.

He was still holding your hand, you noticed with a downward glance. The boy followed your gaze, noticing the prolonged contact of your skin, too, and quickly let go. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

Noya scratched his neck, awkwardly laughing a little, before he looked away from you again.

“Uh, you like astronomy, right?” he asked, voice quiet.

You gaped at him.

“You know that?”

You hated how breathless your voice sounded. Because him knowing that...was Noya paying attention to you, more than you thought?

He looked confused that you’d even ask such a question.

“Of course, you’re always talking about it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, chest growing warm at the thought that Noya cared enough to know about the stuff you were interested in.

Your cheeks heated up against your will.

“What’s your favorite star, y/n-san?”

You didn’t even have to think about that.

“Sirius,” you uttered, smiling softly, “it’s the brightest star in the night sky. I can see it from my bedroom window.”

Noya’s face lit up at your answer. He turned his gaze upwards, his eyes searching the night sky eagerly.

“Which one ist it?” he asked, sounding so excited your heart squeezed in your chest.

You smiled, finding it endearing how intrigued he looked to be. Maybe he was just trying to cheer you up like this. Maybe this was his grand idea.

You didn’t mind it one bit.

You stepped beside him, raising your arm to point in the direction of Sirius. Noya scooted closer, resting his head right next to your shoulder to directly follow the line of your finger.

You felt one of his soft strands tickle your cheek and you flushed when the urge to reach out and care your fingers through his hair overcame you.

“That one,” you whispered, trying hard not to get lost in the soft and open expression on his face.

Noya’s eyes searched around for a bit before they settled on a spot. Judging by the wide grin on his face he had found the star you’ve been talking about.

“See, you can see it from here, too. You’re not as far away from home as you think.”

He didn’t even turn to look at you when he said those words, eyes still focused on your favorite star.

You froze, letting the words sink in, slowly turning your head to now openly staring at him.

“Pretty sure you can see it from the girl’s room as well.”, he shrugged, nonchalant.

Your arm fell to your side, and your body moved so you were completely turned towards Noya, eyes wide and open.

You didn’t know why but for some odd reason that made so much sense for you, and with the reassurance that you could look at the same star from up here as from your room your chest felt so much lighter.

And Noya, Noya was just acting so casual, like he hadn’t just turned your world 180°, like he hadn’t made you fall in love with him a thousand times harder that moment.

Looking at him now, shadows dancing across his face, the light of the moon and the stars illuminating his features, that stupidly cute smile still on his face as he continued to look up at the stars, you were glad you had agreed to Kiyoko to become a manager for the team.

You shook yourself out of your stupor, realizing you’d just stared at the boy for several moments. Noya thankfully hadn’t noticed since he was still looking at the stars.

You bowed down deeply, startling Noya, who flinched terribly and blinked down at your hunched form in confusion.

“Thank you so much Noya-san! I feel so much better,” you shouted, putting all your gratefulness into it.

The boy started stuttering as he waved his arms wildly, staring at you with a panicked expression. He had pressed the back of his other hand to his cheek to hide the redness in them.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t have to thank me,” he protested, his voice raising several pitches.

You straighten up again, a soft smile on your lips as you looked up at Noya, who’s face had turned full on pink.

Adorable.

“I mean it,” you told him, smiling widening. “Thank you.”

Noya returned your smile, relaxing again. His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck and he looked away almost bashfully.

“You’re welcome.”

You felt like the remaining days of training camp would be no problem to you now. And not only because of your favorite star in the night sky. But also because of your favorite star standing in front of you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya oneshot #nishinoya fluff #haikyuu fluff #nishinoya yuu oneshot #nishinoya yuu fluff

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intheticklecloset · 3 years ago

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SK8 the Infinity Sentence Starters #1-10

A collection of the SK8 the Infinity sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Reki, Lers Miya and Langa

“How is your stomach this ticklish?!” Miya laughed. He was sitting on Reki’s waist, scribbling his fingers wildly over the redhead’s belly. He was barely touching him, yet Reki was completely lost in his own giggles, unable to do more than shake his head in protest.

Langa held Reki’s arms above his head, pinning them down so he couldn’t fight back. He grinned. “You know, Miya, if you call it his tummy instead he’ll get really flustered.”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Reki whined, digging his heels into the ground behind the younger skater. “Plehehehehease, just lehehehehet me go!”

“Your tummy, huh?” Miya smirked, shoving Reki’s hoodie up so his stomach lay bare, bouncing with his unstoppable giggles. The dark-haired boy dragged his nails from the bottoms of Reki’s ribs to his waistline and everywhere in between. “You got a ticklish tummy, huh, slime?”

“Plehehehehease,” Reki wheezed, giggling so hard he felt tears springing to his eyes. He tried to pull his arms down, but Langa held him tight. He was completely at Miya’s mercy. “Stohohohohop, I cahahahahan’t!”

“Can’t take a little tickling? Tch, I thought you were stronger than that, Reki.” Miya grinned, enjoying how the words seemed to mess with the older redhead. He stuck a finger in his belly button and wiggled. “Oh, look, a tickle button!”

“Nahahahahahahahaha! Dohohohohohohon’t cahahahahall it thahahahahat!”

“But it makes you laugh, so it has to be a tickle button! What else could it be?” Miya dug in even deeper, sending Reki into hysterical giggling fits the likes of which neither he nor Langa had ever seen before. He couldn’t help but smile at the mess he was making of the usually tough redhead.

Langa was beaming, too. “Oh, Reki, you’re in trouble now~”

2) Lee Miya, Lers Reki and Langa

“This isn’t fair!” Miya yelled, writhing and kicking against Reki and Langa, who were struggling to hold him down.

“You lost the game, dude,” Reki replied. “You gotta get your tattoo now.”

“No! I know where you’ll put it!”

Langa finally grabbed both of the smaller boy’s wrists and pulled them above his head, sitting on them to keep him in place. “Reki, sit on his thighs so he can’t kick you.”

Reki did just that, then pushed Miya’s t-shirt up to expose the lower half of his belly. He uncapped the marker. “All right, here we go. Hold still, Miya.”

“No! Nohohohohohohoho!” Miya squealed, doing his best to hold back his flood of giggles but failing almost instantaneously. He burst into high-pitched squeaks and snorts, his belly bouncing from the force of his hysterics. “Nohohohohohoho, it tihihihihihihickles! Reheheheheki!”

“I’m just going to draw a sunflower,” Reki said, grinning at Miya’s distress, purposely taking his time with the outline of the picture. “Hang in there, buddy.”

Miya whined, losing the willpower to fight altogether. He went as limp as he could, giggling and snorting like crazy, tears coming to his eyes but not another word of protest leaving his lips.

Reki was honestly impressed. With a glance up at Langa, he could tell his friend was, too. He still took his time, drawing out every giggle and squeak he could from the younger boy, but finally he finished his sunflower “tattoo” and sat back, capping the marker with a flourish. “There! All done.”

“F-Finally,” Miya gasped, still grinning widely. He squirmed again. “Let me up.”

“Hold on, Miya. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked being tickled just now,” Langa said, smiling at the pink flush that came to their little friend’s cheeks at the teasing accusation.

“W-Well, what if I did?”

The two older boys exchanged smirks, and when Reki went back to tickling his tummy, Langa joined in by tickling Miya’s underarms.

“If you did,” Langa replied, “then we’ll be happy to keep going until you’ve had enough.”

3) Lee Reki, Ler Langa

“Oh wow, Reki, I knew your tummy was ticklish but this seems to make you go crazy!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! LAHAHAHAHAHANGA!!”

Langa took in another huge breath and blew a raspberry over Reki’s belly button, nuzzling his face into the exposed tummy like a cat right afterwards. All of it made Reki’s laughter turn silent, then giggle hysterically as he caught his breath.

“Ticklish tummy, ticklish tummy~” Langa chanted in a sing-songy way. He blew another raspberry.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP CAHAHAHAHAHALLING IT THAHAHAHAHAT!!” Reki begged, tears springing to his eyes from how hard he’d been laughing for so long now. When Langa switched to nuzzling again, he sputtered, “Y-You knohohohow it mehehehehesses with me, you jeheheheheherk!”

Langa smiled up at him. “Why do you think I keep doing it, ticklish little Reki? With your ticklish little tummy?”

Reki groaned through his giggles. “You suhuhuhuhuck.”

“You love it.” Langa blew another. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

“I lohohohohohove you,” Reki protested. “Nohohohot the tihihihihihihickling.”

Langa finally sat up, keeping the redhead’s wrists pinned by his sides. “Aww, I love you, too, Reki. But come on – you do like the tickling at least a little. Right? Or have I been misreading you all along?”

Reki blushed, averting his eyes. “I guess it’s not…not the worst thing. When you’re doing it.”

Langa smiled, starting to kiss Reki’s belly rather than nuzzle it this time, pleased with the happy giggles he got in response. “That’s what I thought~”

4) Lee Cherry, Ler Joe

“Isn’t it fun?” Joe teased, gripping Cherry’s foot with one hand and lightly dragging his fingers up and down the exposed sole with the other.

Cherry, for his part, was living up to his skater name. His face was pinker than his hair, his cheeks puffed out in an effort to hold back his embarrassing giggles. He wanted to fight back more, but it was taking everything in him just to remain in control as it was. He couldn’t even reply, much as he wanted to. All of his focus was elsewhere.

Joe grinned at him, knowing he’d break eventually. He always did. Always had – even when they were young teens just learning how to skate for the first time. Tickling was always something Cherry had a love-hate relationship with, and he’d fight it every time – until he couldn’t anymore.

“Hmm…how about here?” Joe focused his tickling fingers at the base of Cherry’s toes. “I recall this being a pretty good spot.”

Cherry sputtered, gasped, and quickly regained control over his mirth only at the expense of having to slap his hand against his thigh to balance out the intense sensations he was feeling.

“Hey, now – don’t go beating yourself up,” Joe chuckled, digging harder. “It’s okay to laugh, Kaoru~”

“D-Don’t—” Cherry strained, valiantly fighting for another few seconds before Joe grabbed his other foot and dug into all ten toes at once, and he simply couldn’t hold back anymore. “Dohohohohon’t! Kojiro, you ihihihihihidiot!”

“There it is~” Joe teased, grinning when Cherry finally dissolved into his high-pitched giggling fit that always made him so embarrassed to let go and have fun in the first place. “About time you let go and laughed a little. You of all people especially deserve a good tickling every once in a while.”

“Nohohohohohohoho!”

5) Lee Langa, Ler Reki

“You’re totally asking for it.”

“I…I am not!”

“You are.” Reki smirked at Langa, his clawed fingers hovering close to his sides, making the blue-eyed boy shrink away, but only slightly. It was painfully obvious he wasn’t actually afraid of the threat of tickles. If anything, Reki swore he was inviting it. “Come on, you know you want it.”

“N-No I don’t.” Langa’s cheeks were pink. He couldn’t make eye contact.

Reki hesitated a moment, then decided to try something. He retracted his hands, lacing them behind his head as he relaxed into the couch cushion. “All right, fine, I won’t tickle you.” The fleeting look of disappointment on Langa’s features was all confirmation the redhead needed. He laughed, pointing at his friend. “Ha! Caught you!”

Langa scoffed, frustrated and embarrassed about being so easy to read. “Fine, I wasasking for it.”

“I know.” Reki grinned, wiggling his fingers teasingly once more. “Say please.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me.”

Langa groaned, averting his eyes again and mumbling, “Please.”

Reki dove for him, hooking his fingers into Langa’s sides and digging in, searching every bit of soft flesh for the best laughter, the best squirming, the best fighting-back-without-really-fighting. “Aww, look at that big smile! I knew you wanted it~”

“Shuhuhuhuhut up, Reheheheki,” Langa giggled, but he couldn’t deny how happy he was. He weakly grasped Reki’s arms, feeling the muscles tickling him even as more laughter was pulled from his core, all of it almost too flustering to handle. “Ahahahahahahaha!”

“Do you like it?”

Langa nodded.

Reki smirked, straddling him. “Tell me you like it, Langa.”

“Okay, okahahahahay, I like it!” Langa squealed, digging his heels into the couch when Reki moved up to his underarms. “Reheheheheheki!”

Reki chuckled, smiling widely to match his adorable friend. “I had a feeling you did.”

6) Lee Cherry, Ler Joe

“If you give it back, I might stop tickling you,” Joe said breezily, smirking at Cherry, who was trying desperately to keep himself under control.

“I d-don’t – don’t have it, y-y-you b-big gorilla!” Cherry snapped, though his voice was strained. It was hard for him to keep composure when his thighs were being squeezed like that.

“I don’t believe you.” Joe had turned his back for one second, and in the next, the brownie he’d been about to eat had disappeared from his plate. Naturally, as Cherry was the only one nearby, he jumped on him before he had a chance to eat it, pinning him in his chair against the bar, squeezing his thighs, determined to get his dessert back. “I’ll keep this up as long as I need to, buddy.”

“Stop it!” Cherry demanded, though a hint of pleading entered his tone. He squirmed in his seat. “I dohohon’t have it – I nehehever even noticed it!”

“Again, I don’t believe you.” Joe sighed, sliding his hand further down to his friend’s knee, which he knew was a particularly ticklish spot. “Give it back, Kaoru.”

“D-Don’t cahahall me that – I don’t h-h-hahahahave it! KOJIRO!!” Cherry tossed his head back and finally let his cackling free, unable to hold back when the undersides of his knee were being assaulted like that. “Plehehehehehease, I’m nohohohot lying!”

“Sure, sure.”

From his place across the bar in a corner booth, Miya smirked at the two of them, eating Joe’s brownie to go along with the evening’s rather amusing entertainment.

7) Lee Miya, Ler Langa

Langa grinned at Miya. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Don’t tell me you don’t think you can win?”

Miya glared at him. “I can win anything I set my mind to, slime. Fine, bring it on. You can’t make me laugh.”

Langa felt a little evil for what he was about to do, but he couldn’t help it, and really, Miya had this coming. Just a minute before he’d challenged the younger skater to a game he couldn’t possibly win – a “don’t laugh” challenge. Though he thought it was stupid, Miya had taken the bait and declared war. Now all that was left was for Langa to put him in his place.

He smirked, reached across the couch, and tickled his sides.

“Ehehehehehehehe!” Miya dissolved into high-pitched giggles, grabbing Langa’s wrists. “Hey! No fahahahahahair! Thahahat’s cheheheating!”

“I never said tickling wasn’t allowed,” Langa replied smugly, enjoying how easily he made the younger, arrogant skater crumble at the lightest touch. “You’ve already lost, so just give up, Miya.”

“Whahahahahat’s the pohohohohoint of thahahahat?! This wahahahasn’t a competition!”

Langa shrugged, sliding up to his ribs.

Miya squealed, giggling like a little girl and turning beet red from embarrassment. “Fine, fine, fihihihihihine! I give up! Stahahahahahap!”

Langa beamed, letting him go and sitting back triumphantly. “Told you you couldn’t win.”

“Yeah? Well, I bet you can’t, either!”

“W-Wait – wahahahahahahait, Miyahahahaha—!”

8) Lee Langa, Ler Reki

“I wonder how long you can go without laughing?” Reki said aloud, glancing at Langa.

“Hmm?” Langa replied absentmindedly, eyes on the TV screen. “It won’t be hard. This show isn’t that funny.”

“Nah, that’s not what I meant.” Reki reached over and poked his side, grinning at the yelp he pulled from his blue-eyed friend.

Langa stared at him for a moment, then let out a soft, “Oh.”

Reki poked him again, and again, and again, and Langa pressed his lips together, clenching his fists in his lap. This was a game they liked to play sometimes, but it had been a while, and Langa was determined to last longer than he usually did.

“Tickle, tickle.” Reki began teasing with every poke, beaming at how pink Langa’s cheeks became. “Tickle, tickle. Come on, you know I’ll get you to crack eventually~”

“Eventually,” Langa managed. “But not yet.”

“Oh?” Reki began walking his fingers up Langa’s side at a torturously slow pace. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

Langa whined, struggling to stay still. He knew where Reki was headed, and the anticipation was killing him. He started clenching and unclenching his fists as a way to hold out, but as soon as Reki brushed the bottom of his underarm hollow, a giggle slipped free, and that was it.

“Nohohohohoho! Dahahahahahang it!” Langa cried as Reki pushed him over, going all-out with his tickling now that he’d broken his friend. “I thohohohohohought I could mahahahake it this tihihime!”

“You say that every time,” Reki laughed.

“One dahahahahahay I’ll beheheheheheat you! I wohohohohon’t breheheheheak!”

“Uh-huh.” Reki winked at him. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

9) Lee Reki, Ler Langa

Reki was going to die laughing if Langa didn’t let up soon. He hunched over, barely able to stand on his own as his taller friend assaulted his tummy and belly button from behind, hugging him close as he shrieked with giggles.

“Give it up, Reki,” Langa teased into his ear. “You know you can’t take it much more. Promise you won’t get revenge.”

“NO WAHAHAHAHAY!! YOU DESEHEHEHEHEHERVE IT, YOU JERK - NOHOHOHOHOHO LANGA NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!” Reki screeched when his friend started digging in relentlessly, scribbling and scratching and wiggling his fingers all over the redhead’s tummy, forcing him into loud peals of hysterical pleading. “PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE PLEASE LANGA ENOHOHOHOHOUGH ALREADY!!”

“Say you give up~” Langa chuckled.

“OKAY FIHIHIHIHIHINE I GIVE UP!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIN!!”

“And promise you won’t get me back.”

Reki whined, but one more deep wiggle into his belly button broke him completely and he cried, “I WON’T!! I WOHOHOHON’T I PROHOHOHOHOMISE!”

Langa finally let him go, smiling wide and rubbing his back as the redhead caught his breath. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Reki flashed him a wicked smirk that sent a cold shiver down the blue-haired boy’s spine and replied, “I was crossing my fingers.”

10) Lee Langa, Ler Reki

“I was crossing my fingers.”

Langa’s eyes went wide. “You were what? Wait!” He yelped and turned to run, but Reki caught him around the middle and squeezed, making the blue-haired boy squeak and choke on a laugh, already giggling before the redhead even got started. “Wahahahait!”

“Wait for what?” Reki teased, determined to get Langa on the ground somehow. He dug into his hips and sides to make him double over, then hooked his foot around one of his friend’s ankles to make him lose his balance. Having successfully gotten him to the floor, he sat on Langa’s lower back and shoved his hands up into his underarms – the taller boy’s weakest spot.

“AH!! NO, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Langa cried, bursting into laughter, clawing uselessly at the ground, unable to go anywhere. “REHEHEHEHEHEKI!!”

“It’s only fair!” Reki laughed, leaning over to get a better look at his friend’s wide smile. “You went for my worst spot, too.”

“YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEATED!!”

“Cheated? How so?”

“YOU LIHIHIHIHIHIED TO MEHEHEHE!!” Langa blindly reached back and managed to grab onto Reki’s knee, digging his fingers into the underside of it and making Reki topple over just long enough for him to roll onto his back, but the instant he could see the ceiling again, the redhead was pulling his arms above his head and sitting on them, further exposing his underarms for tickling.

“Now, now, Langa,” Reki admonished teasingly, wasting no time in digging into the boy’s worst spot with renewed vengeance. “You just set yourself up for failure by doing that.”

Langa threw his head back and laughed helplessly, knowing that he deserved this and loving every second of it.

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