#and the route i take to come to uni is the same as always

[wehelddarkness]

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[craziestfangirl98]

That was an amazing amazing finale. I was soooo worried that we would loose out on some key points. But it stuck the landing brilliantly. I have zero complaints.

The moment Dohoi went to see HyeonHo about the case, I knew that HyeonHo would not take the route and I think that was the moment of healing for him. For so long he has been seeing himself as a failure. He is stuck at the moment where he saw himself in the mirror holding a knife to his father. He is stuck at the moment he called the police earlier and it went the wrong way and hurt the only person who has cared for him, something he still feels guilt over. He is stuck at the moment where he decided that although he hasn't actually gotten into Hanseol Uni, he is going to let people believe that because he loves the reverence people have over that. They have been haunting him for so long. And will probably continue to do so. So the moment he chooses to call the police when he sees Gwangmo at the school being hurt is a break through moment for him. It has me sobbing like a baby.

I love the way the tutoring centre all came together because they realise that as much as he did falsify his credentials he still helped the kids improve.

I love that Juyeong gets to be a little more vocal, honest. Seeing Dohoi be able to live life honestly makes it easier to stop walking on eggshells for him because it's such a stepping point.

I loved that we got to finally also give HyeonHo some relief. There has always been this anxiety about what he means in Dohoi's life, so seeing him and Dohoi saying that he was his friend must mean so much to him and means so much more to me. It doesn't feel empty or undeserved or unfinished. It has a completion to all the angst of not just the past 10 years but more.

On a side note: it feels so powerful to think that one instance, had such a significant impact on adding to the guilt of all three of them because they only knew their own side of the stories. At the same time the one person who probably should feel guilty couldn't give a damn.

The moments of pure domesticity, them going back to the village and reckoning with the moments in the past. Juyeong absolutely refusing to accept any kind of a separation. Everything was put there to bring everything together, help us see just why they work well together. Till last week we were all at various levels of worried about them not being able to end the series together because I personally didn't fully get what would rectify the mistakes and hurt they've caused each other and themselves and these moments gives us a breathe of relief because it's no longer suffocating and suppressing but rather let's them breathe. I love it.

The fact that Juyeong gets to keep Taekwondo for himself still is so important to me because I was constantly thinking since I started, how they are gonna 'fix' the curse and just by letting it be what it is supposed to he they have healed so much.

Also! Loooooove Juyeong's colleagues spilling his sob story. We stan!

I ESPECIALLY LOVED the conversation about going back to uni, Dohoi being sooooo exhausted with Juyeong's bathroom habits and the final scene with Dohoi seeing Juyeong's search history.

Juyeong's search history reminded me of Jiang Tian's 'moments' in The On1y One and again absolutely wrecked me.

All in all, it was fantastic and I am going to keep coming back to this so so much.

[around1302]

XV. COMPLICATED FREAK

SPARE PARTS: a series (15/20)

EN ROUTE TO AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS

(W) strong language, mention of drug use, sliight fingering

a/n a short one (only 2.8k) because i’ve just been so damn busy with work and uni. the next part will make up, i promise.

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Amelia and Charlie quickly discovered their only moments in complete solitude are early, early mornings on the bus. Amelia’s finally gotten used to the ass-crack of dawn starts, and with the promise of an uninterrupted hour with her best friend, she’s more than fine disrupting her beauty sleep to sneak out her and Niall’s usual hotel room.

Charlie suggested their time together be spent in her hotel room – where she doesn’t have to drag herself up and out at 4AM. Yet Amelia insisted if she wasn’t allowed to ride on the band’s glamorous bus, she’d at least gossip in it when she can.

This time, it’s about Niall. Specifically Amelia finally telling Niall she’s been let off from her job in London, and that this styling gig has essentially been her lifeline.

Niall wasn’t mad she lost her job. He could never be angry at her for something like that; he was only upset she didn’t tell him sooner. Charlie, however, ever the pessimist about their relationship (Amelia was hers before Niall fell for her at Charlie’s 18th) decided the only valuable solution is to,

“Break up. I’m just putting it out there.”

“You always put that out there. You said that when he stole my cereal that time.”

“And I still stand by that being a valid reason. Look, it wouldn’t be awkward. If anything, it would be better because–”

“We’re not breaking up. Now, distract me. How’s your crazy, insane love life I’m vicariously living through?”

Charlie’s heart plummets. That’s the last thing she wants to think about. For years, the most complicated aspect of her so called ‘love life’ was guy who wanted nothing romantically more than to occasionally fuck her. Now, after all this time, that same guy suddenly wants her and, well. Harry.

“It’s not crazy,” Charlie mumbles, not wholly convinced. “Except…” she chews at her lip, toying with the idea of saying it aloud for the first time.

After their last encounter, and the consequential waking up beside him for the first time, Charlie decided to bury herself deep into a cosy pit of denial. Which was quickly dug out when Harry smiled at her in rehearsals, and didn’t call her princess once during their last stop in Antwerp. It’s starting to get difficult to deny that something is going on.

“Except…?” Amelia prompts, pausing as she ties her short locks up.

Charlie heaves a sigh. Maybe saying it aloud would confirm its ridiculousness.

“I think Harry likes me.”

She expected a theatre-worthy gasp, a screech, even a thump across her arm. Any indication that Amelia finds the insinuation as insane as Charlie does. And, yet…

“Yeah, no shit.” Amelia scoffs. Scoffs.

Taken aback, Charlie frowns. “What?”

Amelia’s lips twitch, humour lacing her tone as she takes in her clearly oblivious best friend. She looks a picture of shock, a hint of betrayal even. Amelia’s no dummy, however. She knew the moment Charlie confessed to her and Louis about their whole deal that it would never end as simply as Charlie believed it would. 

“Look, remember when you came out to be in year eight?”

“... yeah?”

“Remember what I said to you?”

Despite it being nearly ten years ago, Charlie doesn’t have to wrack her brain for that memory. It’s crystal clear. After school, a thirteen year old Charlie wrung her hands on her purple bedding whilst trying to pluck up the courage to come out to her best friend who, well.

“You said you already knew.”

“Exactly.”

Charlie shakes her head. “What does that have to do with anything, though?”

“This is like that, Char. I knew years before you told me about your bisexuality.”

“What are you saying?”

“That it is so painfully obvious that Harry likes you, dude.”

“What the fuck?” Charlie grows defensive. Denial. “No it’s not.”

“Obvious to everyone but you, apparently.” Amelia mumbles under her breath, already spotting how quickly Charlie’s defence is going to spiral into a one sided argument.

“Oh shut up, it is not.” Charlie stands, wringing her hands (much like a younger version of herself) and beginning to pace while Amelia throws her head back – regretting ever saying anything. “Harry’s hated me for the last six years, he’s only acting a bit nicer because he’s banging me.”

Amelia puffs out an exhale, tipping her head back to watch Charlie go back and forth.

“What do little boys do when they have a playground crush?”

“That is bullshit misogyny fed to girls so they grow up thinking men being mean is a form of affection.”

“True… but it kinda applies here, babe.”

“Harry does not like me.” Charlie collapses back onto the sofa, sending a cushion flying.

“I thought you said he did?” Amelia lilts, amused.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”

Amelia chuckles lightly to herself, grabbing her phone and standing.

“Where are you going?” Charlie snaps, tone still accidentally stuck in rebuttal mode.

“It’s 5AM, I have to go to my shitty bus.” Amelia pushes her sunglasses onto her face, biting her bottom lip behind a wide smile. “See you in Amsterdam, hope you’re ready to get mashed out of your mind!” She calls as she leaves, shedding a ray of blinding light onto the bus before slamming the space back into silence.

Charlie grabs a pillow, and screams into it.

The bus journey to Amsterdam is just under two hours, but everyone heads straight to the beds upon boarding to get a few extra hours of kip before the day ahead: knowing full well the next few hours will consist of weed, weed, and more weed.

Charlie, however, is wide awake.

She’s never been one for naps, anyway, but her conversation with Amelia has her wracked. Sure, she was developing suspicions of her own. Hell, Harry practically admitted it in their bar argument in Paris. But she could tuck herself away safely in thinking she was simply overthinking everything; for Amelia to say it’s obvious is shit to the fan. 

So she leaves her bed, returning to the living area to grab a herbal tea and maybe get some piece of mind. She doesn’t want the guys’ day to be ruined by the drug inevitably heightening her anxiety.

Except the literal source of her worries is sat right there, on the very sofa her and Amelia were debriefing on, strumming Niall’s guitar and humming something softly to himself.

Charlie couldn’t completely identify why, but she nearly melts at the sight of him. Sweatpants and an accompanying black hoodie, his hair tied back into his usual bun par a few stray curls fighting their way to his nape, ringless fingers pressed against the guitar neck as he concentrates. Something about him being there eased her nausea, despite him also being the perpetrator. 

At the door opening and closing, Harry looks up, brows furrowed and pick between his teeth as his fingers and harmonising halts.

“Sorry,” Charlie quickly feels embarrassed, like she’s been caught out despite only being stood there for all of five seconds. “I just came out for some tea.”

Harry’s features soften, his own stomach flipping at the mere presence of her.

“Sure.” He starts to prop Niall’s guitar up, ever careful of the years old paint job the whole band were under strict instructions to not mess up, but Charlie wastes no time in rushing over to see what he was doing.

“Whatcha’ writing?”

“Nothing– hey,” Harry reaches for Charlie after she snatches the notebook on the coffee table, quickly turning her back to read it, “give that back.”

Harry’s stomach goes from flipping to sinking while he stands, towering over Charlie to try and grab the pages back – but she’s quick, hugging it to her chest as she rushes to stand on the sofa.

“If I’m going to be eventually singing this to thousands of people I want to know know if it’s shit before I’m up there.” Charlie teases, ignoring the way Harry tries to plead with his eyes to give it back. He crosses his arms, accepting his fate as Charlie lifts the pad up to the ceiling and reads it from above her. 

She got wrapped up in somebody else,

I'm wrapped up stuck in love with myself.

I never saw this coming around,

But I miss her skin on me now.

Huh, Charlie thinks, this isn’t as terrible as expected.

Tip of my tongue she's pulling my hair.

I do what she wants anywhere,

Back seat of the car and up in the air.

Charlie gulps. Up in the air?

Turned up too late one too many times,

Bad choice of words in my alibi.

Charlie begins to sink, the notebook coming down to a height Harry could easily grab it from, but he barely notices. He’s too busy studying Charlie’s face – trying to read her mind, worry bouncing from bone to bone. 

Sure, he didn’t say her name – but he knows she’s not stupid.

“Charlie–”

“This is good stuff, Harry,” Charlie doesn’t look up, her eyes glued on the words, heart thumping so hard against her ribs she’s sure it’s audible. “Rachel?”

Harry’s tongue pokes his cheek. Rachel?

“Charlie.” He deadpans, his voice heavy.

“What?” Charlie sniffs, straightening her back and trying to force humour into her tone as she finally looks at him. That makes her falter, but she keeps on the straight and narrow. “She’s a lovely girl. I’m sure she’d appreciate this… can we call it a love song? What’s this, tip of my tongue–”

“Quit being a dick.” Harry finally grabs the pad back, throwing it back onto the coffee table beside his pen and the pick he stole from Louis. Charlie jumps down from the sofa, hovering as Harry collapses on the opposing one, rubbing his face in his hands.

“It’s genuinely a good song,” Charlie kicks his feet, forcing him to look at her.

“You think?” Maybe she couldn’t tell it was about her, Harry starts to tell himself.

“Mhm,” Charlie flicks the kettle on by the small stove, ransaking the cupboards for the green tea she was bullied for bringing but is beyond grateful for now. “For the next album?”

If I pretend I didn’t clock something weird, Charlie thinks, then nothing weird happened.

Harry stands, Charlie’s back to him as she makes her tea. HIs eyes rake over her properly for the first time since she stepped in the room; she’d changed into sweats to try and nap, and his t-shirt – fuck, his t-shirt. He never wants it back.

Playing with fire, he grabs Charlie’s waist. She jolts at the contact, her breath catching in her throat, her gut tightening. But she doesn’t move. She lets him tuck his chin over her shoulder, watching her hands work to pour the water, to sugar the tea, to stir the bag.

The longer she lets him stay there, the bolder he gets.

Harry wraps his arms around her torso completely now, slightly rocking them as he nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Despite the touch being all too domestic, Charlie sinks into him – lets his fingers span her stomach, lets his lips graze her skin.

Although, “Harry, someone could walk in.”

“So?” He murmurs against her shoulder, his fingers trailing lower. Her breath hitches again.

“Harry…” She warns softly, but she doesn’t stop him.

His fingers tease the edge of her sweatpants over the material of his shirt, the one she wears without a second thought anymore, because ‘its comfy.’ He lifts the tee, grazing her bare abdomen, now. Fingers tracing the ANGEL tattoo that resides there.

“Is this okay?” He asks, lips closer to her ear now. Charlie closes her eyes, tilting her head back to his shoulder. She turns her head, eyes level with his lips – red and plump and so deliciously kissable – while nodding. 

Before his hand slips into her joggers, he leans his head down to catch her lips in a soft kiss. Nearly chaste, but with the way Charlie snakes her hand round to his nape to deepen it, that doesn’t last long and soon Harry’s fingers are sinking into Charlie’s pants.

She gasps into his mouth when his middle finger makes contact with her clit, tapping with a slowness that’s nearly agonising before circling harder, faster. Trying to keep quiet, Charlie bites her lip, letting her head fall onto his shoulder completely while she grips the counter with her free hand. Her fingers sink into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging his bun into a mess, but Harry wouldn’t notice a bullet right now.  

The door, however, might be an issue.

“Hey– oh shit.”

“Fuck,” Harry quickly moves away from Charlie, the two of them scampering to get decent again (the boner Harry was harbouring no longer hidden by Charlie’s back) while Liam turns, too. All three of them as flustered as the other.

“I’m, uh, shit, sorry,” Liam doesn’t know what to say, what to think. He’s not even certain he saw what he saw. His fingers rake his hair as he stands awkwardly by the door, unsure of whether to go back to the beds or stay stationary in this Hell.

“Liam, it’s fine, it’s our fault.” Charlie hurries to shake it off, to try and rationalise.

Harry’s still trying to find a way to hide his hard-on when Liam turns, settling for a cushion that only emphasises the issue. Liam’s eyes flicker to the obnoxious lips Charlie bought for the bus last tour that cover Harry’s groin. He squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“We can explain.” Harry starts, uncertain of how to finish.

“I don’t… you don’t need to explain… I didn’t even really see any–”

“Harry and I are sleeping together.” Charlie blurts. Harry sends her a sideways glare as if to say what the fucking fuck?

Liam exhales sharply, hands on his hips now. “Right. Okay. Alright, that explains a lot, actually.”

“That… what? Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Look,” Harry continues, “we’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the guys. We just think it would complicate things, and–”

“Louis knows.”

“What?”

“I may as well get it out now,” Charlie folds and unfolds her arms, entering a space of panic. Harry throws his cushion away, erection long gone. “I told Amelia, obviously, and then she told Louis. Well, kind of. Turns out he did see us that one time.”

“Oh, great. So Niall knows, too, then.”

“No, she only told Louis. Amelia wouldn’t tell Niall.”

“Charlie, come on.” Harry cocks his head. Charlie glances at Liam for help, but he only shrugs. Who was she kidding?

“Shit,” Charlie murmurs. “Niall knows.”

“Wait, so,” Liam waves his arms about, “how long have you guys actually been fucking?”

The pair spoke at the same time.

“I don’t know.”

“Since London.”

“Since London?” Liam splutters. “You do realise how stupid this is, right?”

“Yes, but–”

“Why is it stupid?” Harry barks. 

“Because you guys hate each other, so when it inevitably goes wrong, the whole band’s fucked.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Harry defends, quickly enough to make Charlie frown at him.

“Could’ve sworn this door was sound proof." Tired brogue suddenly enters the scene, a sleepy Niall walking into the argument whilst rubbing his eyes. “What’s the fuss?”

Before Charlie or Harry have the chance to explain themselves, Liam steps into his role as appointed band-dad and accusingly points at the pair.

“Did you know about this?”

“About what?” Niall heads over to Charlie’s untouched tea, grabbing the mug and taking a sip before gagging at the fact it’s herbal, not English. Charlie rolls her eyes, taking back the cup. 

“Them!” Liam sounds like he’s going to implode.

“Oh, that? Yeah, Lia told me ages ago.” Niall confirms it. Amelia’s a fucking tattletale.

“Jesus, so everyone knows.” Harry groans into his hands, sinking onto the sofa. 

“What do you think to it all?” Liam asks Niall.

“The fuck’s going on out here? Mother’s meeting?” Louis joins the party now, and so Charlie collapses beside Harry in defeat.

"This is what we get for you being all 'so? who cares if anyone walks in?'" Charlie mutters to Harry.

"Fuck off, you were enjoying it." Harry mutters back.

It was to be expected, really. They would be caught out at some point, especially with how reckless they were. Fingered while making tea, really? If anything right now, she wants to yell at Harry. Then at herself for losing herself so easily in him.

“Just discussing how Charlie and Harry have apparently been banging since the beginning of tour.”

“Not the beginning beginning–”

“London is the beginning.” Liam cuts Charlie’s protests off.

“London? You didn’t tell me it was that far back.”

“I thought you said Amelia told Louis?” Harry turns to Charlie.

“Oh, fucking Hell!” Charlie explodes. “Yes, me and Harry have been sleeping together. So fucking what? I’ve seen you all snort cocaine off of the same stripper’s ass in Vegas at Louis’ 21st, there has been far worse done in this band so I’d appreciate it if we’d all just move on!”

“Jesus, Charlie.” Niall mumbles. “I didn’t do it off her ass.”

“Yeah, and she was actually a lovely lady–”

“I don’t care!” Charlie stands. “We all know, we all are shocked, now let’s get on with the fucking day. I’m going to bed.”

Just as Charlie braces the door to be slammed, she remembers one acute detail.

“And no one tell Zayn.”

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[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

4 years, 40 facts about me loving napo... let's go 🏃🏻‍♀️

...or as @leonscape called it, 40 "Mopoleon" facts?! (picrew link)

the date of our "anniversary", June 19th, is one day after the date of the battle of Waterloo 💀

both our given names are of Italian origin

we're both leo zodiac signs

our birthdays are 8 days apart, in the same month

he's my first otome route ever played

i've only played his route once, in July 2019

i've never seen his dramatic ending

my first impression of him on a teaser tweet of ikevamp EN was that he looks like an asshole, and I didn't like his looks either...

my falling for him was utterly illogical as despite these thoughts I put him on my phone wallpaper a few days later (still before the release of ikevamp EN)

as of right now ao3 says he appears in 59 of my posted works: the total number of fics I have published with him is higher as a few of those are stand-alones in a multichapter fic (napoleon bday prompts 2019 +9, yumeweek 2020 +5, mini requests +4, headcanons +11 ) ...he appears in about 1/3 of all my fics!

we share a hobby of reading biographies! the official ikevamp character sheets state it as his hobby

our height difference is 18 cm

the @xxsycamore blog exists solely because of him, as well as my passion for writing - I started this blog because I wanted to express my love in some kind of creative way, as previously (and for the longest time) I thought my medium would be art instead of writing

despite that, my first ever posted fic is not with him but with Arthur!

I've always loved languages but he had influence over my choice of learning especially french in uni. It's hell but I don't regret it at all

I have a playlist with sleepy-themed songs for him 🥺

birds are my favorite animals (any kind) and he has a pet eagle!!

our mbti personality types are a so-called perfect match! infp + enfj

I don't like black-haired, blue-eyed men because of him, it was my type before him too! (not many such ikemens around but I have a handful of faves like that from other media)

as the fictional napoleon bonaparte is light years away from the historical figure, I thought I wouldn't be interested in learning about him - until I ended up reading multiple books on him, the thickest of which 680 pages... while I don't mix the two in my head, the napoleonic era history (+ russian empire history) is still pretty cool to know imo!

there's hardly any writer around here who hasn't received a napoleon request from me at least once... I'm so sorry...

it is implied in the game that napo has kissed boys (they were taking turns waking him up and they all know of his habit......) which gives me enough reason to headcanon him as bi....like me 🥺

I really suck at completing the bday creation challenges I host for him, as last year I did 0 prompts and the year before that 2....but in 2019 I did 10!

I love making bday gifts. I love birthdays. I don't have the exact number but last year a lot of characters received a bday fic from me but not napo 💀 partly because I was shadowbanned back then!

the only real tradition I have when it comes to his bday is to make homemade crepes since it's his favorite food! but my favorite part is eating them...

I still haven't watched the movie "Napoleon & Me"...

I don't have much napo merch, but I do have the Naplushieon doll which is plenty

I was still in highschool (11th grade) when I fell for him 🥺🥺🥺 it feels like ages ago

I love the song written for the ikevamp stage play and sung by his voice actor Nobunaga Shimazaki, "Lucida", so much you can even find it and play it on my blog... recently some kind soul uploaded the whole version on youtube (I've been waiting for so long....) and I haven't been the same since

my dream napo merch is the clothes hanger with his neck and face so that I can hang my silly little sundresses on him (I'm going to make it on my own actually, just watch)

after having so many random fic ideas for him that will never see the light of day, I accepted the facts at last and now I feel so much better and more chill

I'm currently working on fanart series where I try to post one tablet-drawn art of him every month... I have trouble keeping them simple as desired sometimes but I'm having lots of fun while learning (I still consider myself fairly new to drawing with my tablet)

once I wrote a death anniversary fic for napo!

the best napo song i've discovered so far is Wings by Su!YoON!

I don't know. anything. about his sequel. i just know the cgs. not that is hard to avoid spoilers LMAO

my most favorite napo cg is the 5th bday one (where they're in a field of roses) (it was on my phone's background for a very long time)

my most favorite napo card...that's a trick question but I think the one that is on the left banner in my blog (desktop view)

yes, yes I do want to go to Corsica one day what about it. I have a lot of other dream trip destinations too!

yes, I do love Napoleon cake (It's a russian recipe) (it was my bday cake in 2020)... but so do I love a whole lot of other cakes...!

Fact number 40 is that I love Napoleon a normal amount 😇 nono listen!! I do talk a lot about him, and here I tried compilating facts that are not too cheesy: believe it or not there are days I don't think about him, ok! I never pressure myself to get all the event bonus stories, or to always have a fic ready for him... in a world where im a worrywart about anything and everything, he's my safe place? my chill place? And if I begin to think about the gigantic mass of things surrounding him that are exactly aligning with what I love, with what comforts me, with what traits im looking for in a person, i'm going to get dizzy. So let's end this here with me saying, ily so much Napoleon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im such a nunuche sometimes but im your nunuche ‼️‼️

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Hello hello

I hope you're having a nice day ❤️

Can I please ask for some relationship hcs with furu, under what circumstances you think he would fall for someone, what the further relationship would look like etc. I'm in a fluffy mood so please, include some cute content (I mean, as cute as it can get with him, it can have unsettling undertones haha).

Please save me from the torment of not being able to accept any other way of writing him than yours.

Thank you in advance 🦭

i reckon the best route for him to meet someone, fall for them and vice verse, and have a good relationship would be if he met them outside of school/uni

someone who knows him only as “man who tuts as he walks past the florist because he doesn’t think they’re looking after their gardenia optimally” or “quiet, but always very polite, customer at the library who only ever checks out cookbooks on baking and the most gruesome thrillers and neo noir”

you consider him quirky but kind

and the more you get to know him, the more that becomes quirky, kind, and surprisingly funny on the rare occasions he makes a joke, always deadpan. and then quirky, kind, funny, and even more surprisingly thoughtful and considerate when he catches you on a bad day. 

basically, furu’s one of the good ones.  

i feel like the relationship would stay platonic for a long while

furu doesn’t have much interest in pushing it into becoming romantic - as much as he does like you, he’d much rather continue having someone to talk to, especially when that someone’s you, than risk it all by taking the relationship in a different direction

you’d have to be the one to make the first move

even when you do, a lot stays the same

you’re still two pals sat at a cafe discussing the state of affairs, what books you’ve been reading recently, what recipes furu recommends for an amateur baker, coming up with plans for how the two of you are going to kidnap the florist and hold them ransom as revenge for the gardenias they keep killing 

furu’s not a pda type, nor is he touchy-feely. even something like holding hands won’t be common in the relationship, especially not when in public. 

the big tell that you’re his no1 is how much more talkative he is with you, and how much more aware he is of your emotions, compared to those of others

i’ve probably brought this up on other furu hc posts, but furu’s love language is 100% gifts/acts of service

bringing you your own flowers (in a pot, with strict instructions on their care), baking you bread and sweets (and then going on a tangent about how bad the processed stuff people buy in stores is for the body), and so on

he might sound like a real pain at times, but he means well

he’s basically like gokushufudou’s main character: 50% organised crime, 50% threatening people’s lives and polishing knives, and 100% about taking care of his s/o

[keysmashhhhhhhh]

15 Q 15 FRIENDS

OMG I've missed tag games!! thank you so much @fernandoalonzoo for that tag!!! :))))

Are you named after anyone? my first name no but my middle name is the name of my my mum's sister who died before i was born :)

When was the last you cried? today, yikes its been...a day for sure, from my boss being a dick, to my work friend accidently spoiling the race results for me and another friend calling me up only to talk about herself, yeah its been a time but im feeling better now i'm on tumblr :)

Do you have kids? omg no, i barely take care of myself however i did buy a colindar and a cheese grater for uni yesterday and that felt very adult and responsible.

What sports do you play/have you played? i used to do swimming, netball and cricket as a kid but nothing serious

Do you use sarcasm? its in my dna

What is the first thing you notice about people? HAIR OMG ALWAYS HAIR i dont know how to explain it i can just read people by their hair

What is your eye color? blueeeeee

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings always :)

Any talents? speedy reading and writing skills, also just an uncanny knack for hunting things down (sort of rainbolt style if anyone gets that reference) like give me an obscure piece of information or a blurry photo and i see it as a challenge to find it. comes in very handy during research projects

Where were you born? nearly on tower bridge (see photo) in london

basically, my mum went into labour and the hospital was on the other side of the bridge to where we lived and then whilst in labour the bridge went up and my mum was stuck waiting for the boat to pass so she could drive but yeah she did make it to the hospital on time yay - i was born in the same room as Paul McCartney's daughter and also Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin from Coldplay, their kid was also born in the same place. its like less than a minute away from Abby Road - so all in all a cool place to be born :)

What are your hobbies? reading books, watching tv, going on lots of long walks, plotting routes across the world that ill never travel - f1 of course and generally tumblring it up with my mutuals :)

Do you have any pets? no :( my dad is allergic to just about everything

How tall are you? i actually dont know haha, kind of medium height i guess

Favorite subject at school? history for sure best subject

Dream job? something where i get to talk about things im passionate about, journalist perhaps??? im not sure

this was so much fun!! sorry for recounting such a long explanation of where i was born its just such a fun story :)

tagging: @fandomchaosposts @love4lando @formulapisces @sof1shticated @multiseb21 @481boxboxbaby

i have many more people id love to tag but i've got to run for a train so thats it but if you see this consider yourself tagged!! also if you're tagged but have already been tagged/dont feel up to it, dont worry!!!!! anyways hope everyone is having a lovely day :)))

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

Summary: Kwon YN is invisible in the eyes of her classmates. They spill secrets with her there. Any cheating secrets she tells Yuna. Who uses her popularity to expose it. When YN finds out a secret about Lee Heeseung. YN goes straight to him and now she’s fake dating Lee Heeseung?

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Honestly don't understand where the Taglist for this disappeared too but really it was fun thinking about where these lot would be right now, also I didn't realise just how dramatic this story was until I re read some to catch myself up on group dynamics 😂.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

We ended with them graduating. They didn't all get into the same university but that's not going to stop them.

The 3 couples all got into the same uni, all of them doing wildly different courses.

YN with how much she loved dramas, decided to study film direction. She might not be invisible anymore but she still prefers to stay behind the camera.

Everyone assumed Yuna would choose theatre, be an acting student but she instead chose law, she wants to open a fully female solicitors office.

Lia despite saying how much she hates children and school, is getting a degree in education with the hopes of opening her own school or atleast becoming the head teacher of a school at some point.

Jay always knew he wanted to study business. He wants to take his family business to even bigger heights.

Yeonjun to no one's surprise is a law student. With how much he puts his foot in his mouth it will be a wonder if he gets his degree.

Heeseung chose criminology. Nobody knew what he wanted to do and even Heeseung didn't, until he heard a speaker talk about the importance of criminology and he did his own research and bam he knew this was his path.

Ryujin, for all her talk of choosing a course with more girls. Chose to do Sports Science where she's one of 10 girls doing the course 😂.

Taehyun, hated being student body president but still chose international relations because why not 😂. Really that's his response whenever asked.

Jungwon chose to do literature and he's having the time of his life. Even if he's not at the same uni as everyone else.

Huening Kai went the route of an apprenticeship in wood work and everyone loves that for their birthdays they will get a little wooden figurine.

Sunghoon chose to spend some time abroad and he's still there a year later but he has reached out to Heeyn. YN obviously more happy to reconnect than Heeseung.

But Heeseung being the supportive bf that he is, understands how important Sunghoon is and well they both talk it out. They might not like each other very much right now but in the future they'll get that friendship back.

Sunoo and Jake, after the argument with the rest of the group just minded their own business not getting involved or caring about what the others were doing.

They kept in contact with Sunghoon but even that wasnt the best. They still blame YN for everything and don't understand why Sunghoon had to leave.

Unfortunately in the year it's been, they haven't matured much but are slowly coming to respect YN's decision. That doesn't mean they like Heeseung and his friends tho. The two avoid them as much as they can.

YN has forgiven them and the rest of her friends are okay with them but it's very obvious they aren't all that welcome.

To end this on a happy note. The whole group make it a thing to meet up atleast once a month, mostly at YN's house and it's a whole big sleepover.

The 3 couples go on triple and double dates all the time. Lia and Yuna aren't threatening to break up with Yeonjun and Jay cause of their inability to shut up 😂.

Heeseung and YN are the parents of Niki. To the point that the school calls them if he's acting out or something is wrong.

Niki jokes that he is practice for when they actually have a child which leaves YN blushing, hiding her face and Heeseung looking stunned but with a glint in his eyes.

At a later date he will tell YN that he was imagining they're kids when Niki said that to them.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[diabolicalacid]

Not gonna lie I'm both scared but more excited for the coming events. I reread the latest chapter because I can't deal with it 😂 I need moreeee. (I hope Saturday comes faster.)

Just wanna commend you for your ability to make your readers ~feel~ and emphatize with your characters no matter how awful they are at the time being 🫶 Seriously though can't wait for Atsumu to know. I kinda want them to keep the fetus (so there's more angst potential /evil laugh/) but whatever YN decides 🫶🫶🫶

(Disclaimer that I'm not this callous about reproductive health issues in real life 😂 I'm just taking it lightly since I know it's just fiction please don't judge 😂)

oh boy, you have no idea what i have in store for atsuyn once kiyoomi reaches out to her. you can always theorize but at the end it’s either going to surprise you or infuriate you, or both.

honestly, i hadn’t had a good laugh in a while, but last evening after hitting publish, i haven’t stopped laughing since. the reactions were priceless. each one of you had me on the floor.

good for you i have the next chapter pre written so i might be able to publish today or tomorrow, as and when i get home from uni.

see yn is an asshole sometimes, i agree and rn i’m laughing at her because she’s stuck, but i also feel kind of bad for her, and i think you should too. pretty sure atsumu will support her because he’s a good boyfriend and good person, but yn is still insecure, so unless she has a conversation with him, she’s walking on thin ice by herself.

i can’t wait to see how kuroo and kenma react. i mean i already know how they will, but i wonder if you wondered about that.

yn desperately wanted to tell atsumu something but chickened out, and none of you ever wondered about that. everyone was more concerned about yn mentioning sakusa to atsumu, when that was just a diversion. a bad one, but she couldn’t get herself to tell atsumu about the baby 😭🤡 so she started talking about sakusa instead. .

yn’s pretty rash in making decisions, so something tells me she might keep the baby without considering the overall picture. but at the end of the day, she’s a grown up woman, so that decision is upto her. whether atsumu gets involved or not is upto him.

spoiler, depending on how i decide to keep the story flowing (since i had the plot written out even before i began the smau, i only need to maintain some flow as the story progresses) yn will tell atsumu rn or won’t tell him for a while. both the routes ultimately lead to the same outcome, just the timing of the revelation changes. it’s upto me to decide whether to be an ass or to be an angel of an author 🥰😍

(no one here underestimates the risk associated with pregnancy, but this is a work of fiction, so there’s no judging here lol)

[just-patchy]

I like to hurt so maybe....“you broke my heart but I still love you with all of it” with Libi and John (´ . .̫ . `)

ALSO HOW ARE YOU????? (ﾉ^0^)ﾉ💖💖💖

Thanks for the ask! :3c uni is a struggle bc they’re making a literature student like me study fucking SCIENCE 🥲🥲 i chose lit bc i didn’t wanna do maths bruh, but anyways

No braincells let’s goooooo

———

❝ you broke my heart, but i still love you with all of it. ❞

He wasn’t built for love. He told her as much the day she confessed. He plucks petals off roses and build a path towards a cliff, see if she would jump just for him. He plucks at her heartstrings to see how she falls apart. He doesn’t allow any room for vulnerability, for failure, because you don’t survive by being kind and playing house. You don’t rise to the top without sacrifices, and beneath a sparkling throne is always a mountain of bodies.

He’s not sure if he feels remorse. By logic and common sense, perhaps he is, because Libi is supposed to be someone close to him. They’re in the same year and same dorm, often taking care of the same people. They both work in the background, hiding in the shadows of the stars. Yet, he doesn’t see that the gap between them, one he’s kept out of professionalism, has gotten any smaller. He’s not hindered by her feelings, nor is he bothered. He doesn’t quite care either.

He respects them for what they are, for all his respect is worth. He respects the courage it takes for her to fess up even though everyone can tell with the way her emotions overflow. But nothing. No seed will be planted, no flowers will blossom, and certainly no fruit will be produced. He doesn’t allow it, because it’s the merciful route. She’s someone who grows stronger with failure. She’ll survive. She doesn’t need this, doesn’t need to bother with the seedy side of society that he comes from and will always return to.

He’s not sure why she’s so insistent. Stubbornness of youth, he supposes. But he does nothing to help her gather the broken pieces of her heart laying at his feet, and walks away. It’s not his duty nor his place to clean it up or to mend it. She can do it herself.

The sniffling becomes louder behind him. He closes the door behind him.

[miekasa]

bestie this is completely unrelated except it sorta is bc doctorxdoctor is scrumptious except i cannot with med school so my go to is professors at the same uni who are married

i think you drabbled a bit about this before??? correct me if i'm wrong lol 😭

Oh that’s hot, too and I’m on board. I probably have 😭😭 but it’s a fantastic au, so I love it when ppl wanna talk about it. Some quick ideas for both that have been in my rotation lately

Some cocky new resident bursts through the doors to the office space where you, Levi, your residents, and a few co-workers typically reside, frantic, and  demanding to speak to Dr. Ackerman. Levi only looks up from his notebook with a blank expression in his eyes to question, “Which one?” All of the kid’s confidence wavers, “Um... aren’t you Dr. Ackerman, sir?” Levi only shrugs, and points a weighted pen in the student’s direction, to an office door barely open wide enough to see a sliver of your profile as you type away on your computer, “Yes, I am, but so is she.” 

You should have known better, or at least been a little more thorough—for someone completing their MD-PhD, you’d think you’d do a quick Google search on the guy you’re seeing at least once to see if anything important pops up—because Jaeger really isn’t that common of a last name. Because not only is your boyfriend of nearly a year the younger brother your least favorite TA/supervisor, he’s also the son of the medical director of the hospital you’ll be working at next semester; and word on the street is Dr. Carla Jaeger doesn’t take lightly to her baby getting hurt. 

After taking residences in facilities nearly four thousand miles apart, Jean couldn’t care less about being a fully fledged doctor—the only thing on his mind is getting home to you, and never leaving. So, when he finally gets to your place, there’s not a single doubt in his mind when he drops his bags, cups your face between your hands, and asks you to move in with him. 

Connie really needs to stop calling you down to his office for “urgent” matters concerning the x-rays and images of your patients, when his only urgent concern is that he misses you. And that the x-ray table was freshly sterilized, so if you wanna... relieve some stress, he knows a place. 

Mikasa always had a soft spot for kids, and at one point considered pediatrics as a specialty. Even though she went down another route, she’s reminded of her love for children when Sasha asks for her to cover at her clinic for last few hours of the day. It reminds her that while doesn’t regret her speciality, but she does envy Sasha sometimes. So much so, that when she comes home to you later that evening, she can’t stop herself before she blurts out, “What do you think about adopting a kid?”

And for the professor/university side of things: 

Hange can’t help but cackle in the corner of the classroom as Levi’s student finish their presentation—a fourty-four slide powerpoint defending their belief that you and him are 100% dating—because while they compiled some pretty convincing arguments, Hange thinks it’s hilarious because Levi’s only reply is, “We’re very close with each other, as roommates should be.” 

You and Levi have a very special end-of-semester ritual. After all the exams and final papers and projects have been turned in, you like to sit on the touch with a glass of wine, and look through your course evaluations together; and they’re anonymous, but you two like to place bets on which students wrote which review. Most are positive, and you think it’s funny that 90% of Levi’s follow the general vibe of “Prof Ackerman is kind of cold-hearted on the outside and not an easy grader but he’s a good teacher.”

It’s only like the freshman think they have a chance with you—for one, you’re a senior, and secondly, you’re their lab TA and you can very easily fail them if they tick you off—but they have to admit to feeling a little crushed when they find out that not only are you not single, but you’re dating Armin, the other lab TA everyone has a crush on.

A rare au in which Levi does admit that he is married, but doesn’t disclose any information about you until the very last day of the semester. His students are practically bouncing off the walls on the last day of lecture before exams, ready for the big reveal. Imagine how dumb they feel when Levi finally tells them your name, and they realize that he’s been talking about you all the time, because your name is listed well over twelve times in the citations for the articles they’ve been reading all semester. (Eren has you sign his syllabus and his first midterm of the year, because you’re basically a celebrity at that point).  

[cassyapper]

ok i saw josuke career discussion and i have to mssg in bc ive been microwaving josuke in my brain for several months n i could SCREAM abt this

so cop josuke. i dont like it either. i think he loves his grandpa but i always imagined them having their issues, since jos is not exactly a model kid. and also (imo) morioh is a small town so jos would have p shit luck getting employed by the same cops he was constantly getting in trouble w/viewed suspiciously by. i just dont see him being super fond of cops. PLUS even if he did start working w them i think he’d chafe under the authority n be too rebellious to last

doctor/nurse jos is also popular and i respect it!! personally i dont see it, mainly bc josuke has shit grades at school n i dont think he’d b passionate enough abt medicine to pull it together n get into uni. BUT i can def see him feeling obligated to study medicine so he can use his powers to help more ppl. in general, i think hes the kinda person to take the weight of the world on his shoulders n feel responsible to protect/help everyone he possibly can. but its for that reason that medical work would b terrible for his mental health, bc theres so many ppl u cant save. and working in a hospital where he’d see tons of ill people, smthn he’s helpless to cure, would prob affect him hard

my personal hc for josuke is him doing smthn related to fashion. either design or styling. im surprised i havent seen this hc before, actually, bc from the lottery episode it seems like he has a big interest in fashion, n he’d have some design/sewing experience from modding his school uniform. he wouldn’t b too stifled by bureaucracy or need to study intensely, and he could possibly work from home to have a more laidback life. plus, if he went the stylist route, it’d b a way for him to help ppl without having the burden of their lives in his hands. im biased abt this headcanon bc i wanna go into fashion (lol) but yeah!! i wanted to share it. i also think before settling on that, he’d b hesitant bc he’d feel obligated to do smthn where he could save lives, and he might work w SPW for a bit but that’d make him realise he doesnt want to seek out a stressful death-filled life

mechanic josuke is also a rly based take, and i think the “helping ppl without being burdened by it” is true of that job too!! plus since jos is p devious he’d get a laugh out of charging ppl $200 for work that quite literally took one second

OH MY GOD ANON THIS IS SUCH A GOOD TAKE HOW DID I NEVER COME UP WITH THIS BEFORE IT WAS STARING US RIGHT IN THE FACE??? you are the only josuke understander im bowing down to you

GOD. FASHION JOSUKE WOULD BE SOOO GOOD FUCK. i think he’d do mechanic as a day job just to make sure he has a stable income as he makes it in the business/as he takes some classes and since like u said he can fix almost anything in like 2 seconds, he has a lot of time to hone his craft in-between clients and just. IMG. IM GOING TO GO CRAZY THIS IS SO GOOD. please im gonna cry. youre so big brained

[samkat10423]

More SV

I’m back! Yes, I am. And today – after installing that Diesel stuff pack that I found for cheap over on Amazon – I opened my game. I actually did a lot, even though I didn’t take pictures of everything. Because well, I’m lazy. No lie! But before I get to that, I’d like to thank all those who have - and continue - to serve in our military. Without your sacrifice, we could not enjoy the liberties we take for granted. So thank you all, very much.

Now, back to SV.

Down on the beachfront, I bulldozed that corner house at 1 Sun Song and plonked down a pale gray version of the house I used for the Koffi family. I plan on using variations of this house along this entire section of road, because 1) I’m lazy and it’s a quick fix. And 2) I’m lazy and in my town history, all of these houses along this stretch of road were built by the same contractor, years ago. And he was cheap, so he used the same basic floorplan for all of them. Then charged a bunch of simoleons for “personalization” of the different properties – ie: different exterior paint. Btw, if you’re wondering about the weird parking, it’s because the parking space takes up too damn much room. Motorcycles don’t need as much space as cars. No lie, EA! 

Anyway, while I did that house, I also took the family into CAS – which you all know I HATE!!! – and gave them make-overs. Hank – thanks to the awesome Master Controller – is now the brother of Justine Keaton, and BFF with her husband. Pauline will also be getting a sibling – that Asian Sim from the Working Friends household. But unlike Hank, Pauline doesn’t know that Tori Kimura is her sister, since they were adopted into different families as toddlers. And right now, they don’t really like one another, since Pauline thinks Tori is a snob – mostly because Tori went to Uni, while Pauline didn’t.

Anyway, once I got done with them, I hopped over to the empty spa lot and placed Tedhi’s remake of Hogan’s Diner. And for those of you who are interested, EVERYONE seems to go to this lot! It is always packed! The only thing I did to it, was trade out the tissue boxes for actual napkin holders – the ones that came with that 50’s diner set. Tedhi has been limiting herself to just base-game crap, but not me! I’ve got tons of CC and I’m not afraid to use it. Mostly because I don’t have to deal with whiney players who download her lots and complain about CC. Oh! The other thing I did, was trade out the bike stand out front for the ones made by Mspoodle – thank you! I’ve been using them on a lot of my community lots, since the city council is currently promoting the new “green” agenda, and since the bike rentals all belong to the city, they can charge exorbitant prices for rentals. As the city fathers like to remind voters, it’s “Progress as Promised.” Even though it’s really not.

Then I hopped down to that lot where Koffi originally lived and bulldozed his old house, then rezoned the lot to a fusion lounge. Then I put that store bistro lot there. I did make a few changes to it. Outside, I added a small fence around that outdoor eating area, because in real life, there would be one, because of potential lawsuits. I believe it’s a Sims 1 fence that Grande Llama put up for download. (I really like his stuff!) I also changed all the tables to be the same. And used Ani’s menus – since I use her Mod. Then I gave the place a sign – from Around the Sims 3. Don’t know what it says, but it looks good at night.

Inside, I made the kitchen a tad smaller, so that I could add that hallway next to the stairs. It goes back to a bathroom. In the main area, I didn’t add a lot of junk, since I hate getting those routing issues when Sims can’t figure out how to walk around stuff. I just changed out the tables for the ones I used outside.

Anyway, upstairs, I expanded the area a tad. Got rid of the bathrooms and added a bit over what was a flat roof area - that’s where all those windows come in. Then I used one of those Late Night bars and some furniture from Around the Sims 3. That open area by the DJ thingie is actually a small “invisible” dance floor from Mod the Sims. And viola! Another lot done! Go me!

Because this post is already so long, I’ll show you some more in the next one.

[dreadwulf]

1. It Was There That I Saw You

He hears it over the radio that first time. 

“The Blue Angel is down.”

One of those crummy broadcasting setups that still run out of universities sometimes. Ancient amateur stations he picks up on the road while trying to plot out a route to the family compound around the Others. They announce sightings sometimes, rather like weather reports, or traffic updates. Undead on Highway 11, detour recommended.

The roads are clear that evening, and the drive is as quiet and peaceful as a biodiesel vehicle can manage, except for the news on the radio.

"The Blue Angel is down, and our world grows a little bit colder and darker," the radio man says.

Jaime switches off the receiver. He shakes his head slightly as he drives the ungainly armored car along the winding road, peering into the dusk without headlights. The radio man doesn’t know the Blue Angel. He’s some punk kid, was probably at uni when the Others first attacked and hasn’t ventured outside since. That’s who still broadcasts these days, old student outfits barricaded inside their campuses. This kid doesn’t know the Blue Angel’s name, probably doesn’t even know she's a woman. He will pay him no mind.

But he leaves the radio off for the rest of the journey.

At the Rock he pulls the car into the oversized garage and erects the usual gates and barriers behind him to keep the Others out. These precautions he can do in his sleep now, and he hardly has to think on them. He is more fortunate than most, now - living in a walled compound in a walled city offers a stability most people no longer have, one that would have been unheard of not very long ago. It gives him a more uneventful life, even some creature comforts. It's also, in his opinion, dreadfully boring. Which is why he never stays for long.

His thoughts pivot around the voice on the radio. The Blue Angel. He gave her that name, years ago, before anyone knew her at all. When it was just the two of them on the Kingsroad, and she was hardly more than a kid herself. Does the kid on the radio know that? No, he assuredly does not. The kid on the radio doesn’t know anything. 

His brother Tyrion will have heard the news elsewhere. He doesn’t listen to radio, wouldn’t have any reason to since he never leaves the compound. But he has his own sources.

His brother is the second person to tell him, when Jaime walks into the front office loosening his tie. As expected, Tyrion’s still working - it would be either that or reading, even when the house goes dark. Their generator only runs a few hours a day, and his brother keeps right on working by lamplight when the time’s up. 

Tyrion has taken over the family business, as well as the mansion and all its high walls. That happened after the rest of the family had been wiped out, while Jaime had been away. Ironic that he had survived them all, considering he had been essentially left to die when the Others came. Like many of the sick and disabled, there had not been much provision for his physical difficulties as a little person and he had been left to fend for himself. Anyone who couldn’t defend themselves was SOL in that first year. How he had even gotten himself home from uni is a bit of a mystery to Jaime. By the time Jaime managed to get himself there, his brother was already gone, and it had taken them a very long time to find one another again. 

It had been his brother’s cleverness helped him survive, not his big brother, to both of their disappointment. Said cleverness certainly keeps them in business now.

Tyrion probably hasn’t looked up from his ledgers in hours, but he looks up when Jaime comes in, and keeps looking.

“Blue Angel’s down,” Tyrion mentions casually, but he is watching him closely.

“So they say.” Jaime whirls off his long coat and throws it over a chair. He has to sit right across from Tyrion to get within the circle of lamplight.

His brother’s mind works just a little bit faster than other people’s. The software he runs on is a little bit sharper, and before you can quite get a statement out, he is already replying. He gets bored of the formality of all these extra words and niceties. He doesn’t quite realize how obnoxious this is. As a result, Jaime never needs to say much. Tyrion will have most of the conversation without him.

“You don’t believe them,” Tyrion surmises, pushing his papers aside. An ill-fitting pair of glasses slides down the end of his scarred nose, and he has to catch them before they can fall off. Even Lannisters have troubles with eyewear these days. “I know you think she’s indestructible.”

“Near indestructible.” Insolently, Jaime puts his feet up on his brother’s nice mahogany desk, which used to be their father’s nice mahogany desk. Something about this room makes him act like a rebellious teenager. “It will take more than an amateur disk jockey passing on rumors to convince me.”

“True, rumors have been wrong before. I’ve heard that you were dead too, when you rode the Kingsroad.”

They don’t speak much of that time. Tyrion hated that Jaime abandoned the family to serve as a glorified mailman for five years, as he calls it. Escorting people and messages across the dangerous countryside in the early days of the Disaster might have made his name, and eventually added to the family’s renown, but this personal betrayal his brother has never forgiven. What he really hates, of course, is that Jaime left him alone with their father. 

Jaime lets it pass, jokes with him. “I probably started that rumor myself, at least once.”

“Don’t let this distract you,” he says. Tyrion’s mismatched eyes go back to his ledgers meaningfully. “Running Lannisport is enough work, without you running off all the time. We’re trying to bring the Riverlands into the fold. I need you on task, not obsessing over a girl.”

Jaime snorts. Tyrion can hardly lecture him on distractions. Little he may be, he has no trouble acquiring female companionship. He seems to have a different lady on his arm every time Jaime comes around. Sometimes two. 

Tyrion rolls his eyes. “Don’t start. My girls are different. I’m not mooning around after them years after they’re gone. When I lose one, I find another. You need another woman, Jaime.”

“With me running off all the time? Who’s going to tolerate that?” Jaime is bored of this conversation already. They’ve had it many times before. 

“Romantics. That’s who. You’re off risking your life to join the old nation together again, you’re a dashing hero. Plus the whole Kingsroad adventure. Women love that. You could be swimming in girls if you spared them half a glance. It’s been five years, Jaime.” 

“Four,” Jaime corrects him. Four years, three months, and eleven-or-so days. 

Tyrion says this more solemnly, looking over his glasses, “If the rumor isn’t true this time, someday it will be.”

He looks very much like their father when he does that, which is unwelcome. Jaime snatches his feet off the desk and wanders away to find something to eat, the big Lannister mansion resounding emptily around him. 

He manages to avoid his brother until he can head out again - he rarely passes more than a night at a time in this house. He checks for messages, refills his supplies, gets a proper shower, all of which he can do in a few hours. Such safety he finds oddly uncomfortable, if he lingers too long. He’ll be leaving the next day, and out the door before Tyrion is even out of his bed. 

The traveling, on the other hand, takes an age. Not even he travels very fast these days. The armored car, which is more of a delivery truck, doesn’t get over 50kph, and shudders and lurches at the upper end. Real petrol might perk up his engine, but petrol is rare these days, and he can refuel the biodiesel at most settlements now. So he drives slowly and is on the road almost constantly, and stops at Casterly Rock as infrequently as he can manage. 

Soon Jaime is hearing the same rumor everywhere, in snatches. He travels through the guarded and gated villages of the Riverlands on a regular circuit, drives through miles of nothing between aettlements, edging around clusters of Others that still live beyond the city lights. As he exchanges goods, messages, and information, he hears of the Blue Angel. Edges of conversation, news bulletins, idle conversation with gasoline sellers. His hosts at Pennytree gossip over it at dinner while passing around the green beans.

Did you hear about the Blue Angel? Damn shame. 

Jaime always agrees wordlessly. People still like to feed him, remembering his own time guarding the Kingsroad in the beginning of the new era. He hasn’t been the Slayer in four years, has been a politician-cum-envoy for far longer than he ever battled the Others, but he is far better known still for the former. Arguing with his hosts would be pointless. He just finishes his meal, salvaged canned goods heated over a campfire out back. In those early days, this would have been a feast. It’s still pretty good now. Vegetables are more and more scarce.

No one seems to know exactly what happened. He hears a few variations on it; the tale is different each time. Turned by the Others, haunting the Kingsroad where once she had been its protector. Crushed in the fall of a skyscraper in the Eyrie. Slain in battle protecting a school full of orphans from robbers. The details are in debate, but there is a consistent center. The Blue Angel is dead. It's a rumor still, but one with all the authority of the old King’s Landing Times newspaper, of truth. Everyone is sure.

But they don’t know her. Not like Jaime did. If they knew her they would not believe it so easily. They would need evidence. They would need a body, a grave. Otherwise it's just not realistic that she could be gone. He is not worried. He’s not.

Tyrion passes on the same news the next time he’s at the house. No particulars, but the same word from his own channels of information. No one knows how, but the Blue Angel is dead. 

Jaime has little patience for it now. Without any details, it’s still only a rumor. A remarkably consistent one, to be sure. But not enough to know for certain. He doesn’t even stop in the office, claiming exhaustion, avoiding conversation. 

Tyrion finds him anyway. 

“If you really wanted to know, you could ask The Spider.” His brother suggests late one night, startling him awake. “He could give you the whole story.”

Jaime had been dozing in an armchair in his own study, unwilling to go to bed and too tired to stay awake. He rubs at his left eye and yawns. “What time is it? You’re the only person I know who still wears a wristwatch.”

Tyrion looks worried. He stands there a long time waiting for him to answer.

“I don’t want to know,” Jaime mumbles sleepily. “Really I don’t.”

“Try to get some sleep, Jaime.”

In the bathroom mirror he has a few more gray hairs than before, visible even in candlelight. Before long there will be more gray than blond. He pulls them out one at a time. 

It’s too bad he can’t pluck the laugh lines away from his eyes the same way. He hasn’t laughed in a long time now. They feel unearned.

Everywhere he goes for a week solid, it's a funeral. Holly branches along the road, and stray, somehow-preserved flowers. Bars full of black coated mourners, drinking morosely.

It irritates him. Makes him grind his teeth. He shouldn’t resent these people. He knows it’s irrational to feel this way. But what do they know? How dare they mourn? What have they lost? A legend, a leader, a hero? They don’t know the woman behind the stories. She is so much more than that. 

For some reason it is the graffiti that finally gets to him. Seeing it written gives it permanence. Someone felt the need to document this, on a building, for all to see. First in an alley in Riverrun - written in an electric blue that seems to float over the dull brick of the building. “Blue Angel RIP,” it says, and it sears into Jaime’s vision. He sees it every time he closes his eyes. 

Before long the makeshift walls around Raventree are covered in mismatched sprays of blue, the neat and professional swoops of seasoned graffiti artists alongside the amateur efforts of random passers by, all offering their tributes. At the center of them all is a portrait, as detailed as an oil painting rendered in spray paint, of the Blue Angel’s long cloaked form standing over smaller figures in protection. She’s holding her favorite weapon, a solid titanium baseball bat. 

He stares at this portrait for a long time. It’s very good. She must have passed this way at some point. You can’t see her face, but she mostly keeps it covered anyway. This artist captures the way she stands, the gesture of her long, elegant fingers. This artist saw her, at least once, for certain.

It’s so strange. All of these people feel like they know her, that she belongs to them. And it’s true in a way. The Blue Angel belongs to everyone, she really does. But Brienne... Brienne belongs to a very few, if anyone, and if anyone then he is certainly one of them. And he knows she cannot possibly be dead. He knows it.

He stares at the graffiti portrait until his vision blurs and he can’t see anything anymore.

Jaime cuts off the rest of his circuit after that. Drives back to the Rock, as slowly and deliberately as ever, always watching for Others that he could be leading to the compound. In the house he stays only an hour. Packs a small bag and leaves the keys to the car on Tyrion’s desk, along with all his dossiers on the Riverlands, and his appointment book. 

Then he takes out his motorbike and drives it across the Riverlands, wastes precious petrol cruising the old highways dodging the snarls of abandoned cars. Tries to outrun the news. The wind blasts through him like a cold knife. He uses up one of his few remaining chargeables to get an mp3 player playing again, painfully loud, the heaviest music he can find. Hailstorms of guitar riffs assaulting him through the earpiece. He rides until his face is numb from wind and his nerves are rattled and brittle.

The Spider’s lair moves between rest stops these days. King’s Landing is still too dangerous, overrun with Others, and he likes to be off the map. Jaime checks a dozen highway offramps before he comes across the black RVs he is looking for.

He leaves the bike some distance away, as is the custom. The sound of a motorbike will bring Others running from miles away, and it’s impolite to lead zombies to people’s front door. Jaime walks the last mile in darkness, quiet as he can. He should have brought more weapons than a single pistol. He didn’t really think this through. But if the Others came to investigate the bike, he does not encounter them walking south, and before long the pavement opens out into a runaway truck ramp and a parking lot, and he can feel eyes on him from the line of trees beyond.

The Spider’s gang greets him with guns cocking, friendly as always. Black leather gargoyles. When they emerge from the shadows into the moonlight, Jaime puts his hands up and drops down to his knees. He waits for them to decide whether he can approach or if he has to move on and try again another night. He doesn’t hear them talking, but they communicate somehow, silently. He’s determined, over the years, that they use some kind of hand signals, but he’s never caught them doing it. 

The mobile home is painted black, and it’s almost invisible in the night. The Spider doesn’t take visitors in the daytime. The gun at his back pokes him directly up to the door.

On the inside, the trailer is flooded with fluorescent lighting of the kind rarely seen anymore. After years of lanterns and lamps, it looks otherworldly. Dreamlike. The Spider, in his silk robe, seems to gleam in the artificial light, reclining on his cushion-covered couch.

“Slayer,” he says mildly, gestures for Jaime to sit in a chair opposite him. “It’s been some time. What brings you to--”

“If you know anything,” Jaime tells him flatly, staying where he is just inside the door, “you know why I am here.”

Varys looks at him with cool, calculating assessment. His bald head shines thoughtfully.

“I do. But do sit down, you’re upsetting my birds.” In their cages all around the room, crows shudder and caw. Their black eyes stare unblinkingly at the intruder. The bald little man gestures again to a cushioned seat welded into the trailer.

Jaime acquiesces only enough to take a few steps further into the trailer, standing over the Spider’s chaise lounge. Varys shrugs him off, not remotely threatened. He smiles up from his comfortable position as though it’s a deck chair at a beach, and Jaime is there to take his drinks order.

“That is a fine prosthetic you have there. I would never have known, if I didn’t know everything. The color is perfect, just perfect. Which one is it, right or left?"

The Spider doesn’t really expect him to answer. He knows that Jaime has kept a tight lid on that detail, so far. There are certainly people out there in the world who know for certain, and he will surely find out eventually, but the Spider has not gotten any of them to talk just yet. He will fish for the information just the same. It’s a reflex, at this point. 

"Where in the world did you get it? I didn’t think they made things like this anymore, not to custom. But you’re a wealthy man again, aren’t you? Even after Armageddon, Lannisters stay rich.” The spider shows a sliver of teeth. “You would think that money and influence would mean nothing in the new world, but it isn’t so. We simply deal in different currencies now. Your brother realized that faster than most. Clever man.”

Jaime remains standing. 

The Spider’s fingers drum his seat warily. “I, of course, recall how you helped me to escape King’s Landing. Have you come to call in this debt?”

“Is she dead?” He spits out the words like he will not taste their poison if he is rid of them quickly enough.

Varys hesitates. Just for a moment, but it is enough to make Jaime blanch well ahead of his answer.

“Yes. Without a doubt.”

Jaime’s throat tightens around the word. “How?”

“How else? The Others.”

Jaime takes one more breath, and chokes on it. He can’t get any more words out. 

He turns and slaps his palms against the door of the trailer so that it bangs open and he is out into the freezing night again, running, past the blurry borders of the rest-stop and into proper forest, and when he cannot run anymore he drops to his hands and knees in the mud and opens his mouth and wails until he has no voice left. 

His fists beat into the earth as though he can make it give her back.

When there’s nothing left inside him he gets up. Stumbles unseeing back through the forest. Raw and shaking, he pushes through Varys’ honor guard of former bikers, back into the Spider’s Lair.

Varys has not moved since he left him. He watches Jaime drop down into the chair opposite him as though it were only moments since he gave his terrible answer. 

“Would you like to ask for your boon now?” the Spider asks. 

“Yes.” Jaime leans forward. “I need weapons.”

***

Let me hold you in my arms dear

And let me melt in the heat of your gaze

And let the clock strike one,

Time and mind go marching on

Let our sense of selves decay

It was there that I saw you

In the heat of a summer's embrace

But as time went on

I wondered what went wrong

I wondered what became of you

“It Was There That I Saw You”, ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hot Chocolate (Birthday/Christmas Special)

Summary: Levi is bound to spend this birthday on his own, seeing that you're halfway across the globe as an exchange uni student. What he doesn't know though is that you have planned a huge surprise for him. NSFW 18+

Notes: sorry for any mistake you guyss please enjoy this

Pairing: Levi/ Reader 

Tags: f l uff, nsfw

Warnings: nsfw, the sexies

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, I simply found it on Pinterest.

White heavy cream fell fluidly out of the carton it was stored, squeezed by Levi's calloused hand and into the small metallic pot that he rested his other hand onto. The mixture, an aromatic, dark brown hot chocolate, lightened in color upon a few stirs of his tool. Slowly with his hand he disposed of the empty carton in the recycling bin, making sure to wipe any stray droplet of white on the counter.

He blinked as his mind went blank, forgetting the next step of the recipe but only momentarily. His thoughts once again traveled to what troubled him, but he continued with his stirring in fear of burning the beverage he was set on making. With his teeth sinking dangerously at the tip of his tongue what he needed clicked in his head. Corn flour. A quorter of a cup.

He didn't bother tasting the mixture as he lowered the fire of the stove to the minimum, he simply marched to the corner built in cupboard, hands searching furiously for the porcelain vase that held this oh so precious corn flour that would act as the stabilizing factor to his hot chocolate beverage.

Seconds later he brought the fire to an halt absurdly, never ceasing with his stirring careful as to not have the mixture stick to the pot. He didn't like his chocolate adorned with burnt flakes or the taste they brought to his mouth neither did he like cleaning the burnt pot before having to pop it in the washing machine. As his hands reached for the cups he had set beside the stove beforehand to his alchemy, he helped the thick mixture in with a spoon.

The cups were immediately transfered inside the over; an attempt to keep them from any predatory fly that could have entered the apartment before Levi had a chance to realise and in addition keeping them sheltered as they reached a drinkable temperature. Levi threw the pot into the sink next, sighing to himself as he grabbed his thick latex gloves and out them on his hands. With a twist of his hand at the handle the watered started running on his gloves hands pot making him grab his steel wool.

His hand came to his forehead, wiping some sweat as he sighed again, hanging his head low as he gritted his teeth in frustration. His eyes squinted in anger, his hands dug into the inox of his sink and his heart sink dangerously low as he felt the room run cold due to the sun quickly setting behind the horizon.

Why had he made that chocolate, it beat him. The two of you hadn't spoken in at least two days and he liked -or rather chose- to blame it on your busy studying schedule, rather than the fight the two of you had over that call two nights ago. He had been to angry to admit he was acting like a brat to you, he had been too proud to simply say that he wanted your attention, instead he had resolved his anger into grumpiness, causing your overworked mind to snap.

You were gone as an exchange student in Japan for too long and both your busy schedules and the enormous time difference had dug their ways into Levi's life very negatively. Before you he had never lonely when he was alone, but now, now that he had gotten a taste of what it was to be with you, now that you had been ripped away from him from so long, he definitely felt lonely. And angry. And it killed him that he was almost on time for your arranged video chat, when you didn't even show any sign of being in existence still.

It made his boil though, by now, it must have been the 26th in Japan and you had spent your day ignoring him, not even bothering to open his message. Had he been so cruel to you while admitting he wanted you here with him? Was it that you didn't have enough decency to let him you know you were alright? That was what he simply wanted to know, in the end.

Sighing again he ripped the gloves off his hands and grabbed his phone. His fingertip touching the button provided him immediate access to his homescreen and he quickly entered Instagram dragging the homepage down a couple of times to let it load any new activity. Internally he knew, he would have been glad if he was to see a story or a post by you, any sign that you were alright would do for him.

Of course, as if on cue to shake him of his miserable thoughts his phone rang, buzzing in his palm. His eyes fell on the small window the revealed the caller id to him. It was Erwin, naturally, as he always used to shower him with phone calls on his birthday even up until the moment he was at his front door. Levi didn't missed out on those signs of affection, it's was quite the opposite really. He cherished them deeply. Seeing how much of an impact he had on his friends' lives moved him whether he showed it or not.

And so, while holding back his saddened sigh he picked up the phone, greeting his friend through greeted teeth.

"Hey Levi, uhm, I kind of need you at the moment, am I interrupting anything?"

"No," Levi spoke, biting painfully on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold himself back from sprinting out on his frustration. Of course Erwin could try and hide behind his finger, Levi knew that much. The blond was aware he wasn't interrupting anything, but he was still kind enough to ask; he always was sappily kind when it came to such sensitive subjects.

"Great look, I'm on route twenty two, fifth exit, I'm out of gas can you please come to my rescue and bring me some?" Erwin paused for a moment and then proceeded to mumble through an overly amused breath "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you tonight."

"Did you take your father's run down car again?" Levi questioned.

"No... yes. I'm sorry Levi I felt like I wanted to drive his car tonight. I shouldn't have to drag you here too, I'm sorry."

"No it's fine," Levi bit back, hissing at Erwin's unhealthy habit of wanting to drive his father's antique due to its sentimental worth. But then again, he reminded himself he wasn't in a place to judge. "Give me 15 and I'll be there."

Fidgeting his fingers on the counter without throwing a second look he came in contact with his car keys. The familiar jiggling sound gritted through the air proudly as Levi pierced his finger inside the key loop, finally pressing the keys steady to his palm. With another grunt, he hang up the phone, bringing the device to the palm of his hand once again.

His mind begged him to open his texts with you again -his initial goal ever since the moment he opened his phone- just to stare at the screen or at his unopened text, his insides begged to boil with concern at the process but he figured had all night to do so, prolonging his misery could definitely wait now that Erwin was in need. And thus he simply marched to the hanger behind his front door, eager much to quickly get a hold of his warmest jacket before having to step out in the cold apartment corridor and consequentially outside in the cold December weather.

___

You forced Hange to suppress her giggles as you slipped the metallic key inside the lock to your shared apartment with Levi. With an exaggerated jump though Hange let out another scream fill the air, ignoring yet another playful rasped gaze you consequentially threw her. Laughter bubbled from the both of you as you kept on locking eyes, amused by the upcoming execution of your plan.

The plan was simple really. You had Erwin call Levi for any emergency he could come up with and only when he left the house you and Hange would sneak in, light up the aromatic candles you spent weeks picking. You would make some hot buttered rum and light the fireplace to warm up the house. Then, Hange would leave right when Erwin would call you to announce that Levi was on his way back and you'd wait for him with the biggest smile on your face.

"Okay now let's see how much time we have." You said and rubbed your hands together to warm them up. Leaning with one hand over the wall you moved the heel of your left foot on top of your right one, pressing down enough so you could wiggle your foot out of the shoe. Doing the same for your other foot, you removed your jacket and hung it behind the door.

"Erwin said it will take Levi about twenty minutes to get to him, they shall spend about ten to fifteen minutes fueling his car, but he promised he'd try his best to delay Levi if we need to. And then add another ten minutes for him to get back." Hange spoke, fixing her glasses onto her nose.

"You think I have enough time to take a bath?"

Making sure to slip her shoes off after you, Hange nodded in your direction and proceeded to set her heavy backpack on the couch. One by one she took the candles and a lighter out, eventually smirking to herself as she tried to come up with a plan on how to neatly set them around the living room.

"Hange!" Can you put those in the bedroom?" You spoke, ripping your shirt off of you before your finger came to graze the side of your mouth as your mind sunk in your thoughts.

"Ha!" Hange huffed "as if you're even going to make it to the bedroom!"

Your cheeks burned as she spoke, eyes widening slightly at how your mind told you she was completely right. Of course you and Levi wouldn't make it to the bedroom at least until later tonight. It had been months since you had last seen him and it was his birthday, you wouldn't even be able to rip yourself off of his arms. Thus you simply threw a mellow smile at Hange as you sprint to the kitchen checking to see if you had all the ingredients you'd need to make your choice of drink.

Coincidentally, you opened the oven and your eyes immediately fell on what was inside. Your expression softened as two grey toned cups shone in your orbs, the smell they emitted deliciously filling your nostrils. You smiled to your self as you thought about how your lover didn't miss out on making your traditional Christmas drink.

It was unbelievable how kind hearted Levi was, in contrary to what people thought of him, you thought. Most of the times -and simply because he didn't allow otherwise- the only thing people who weren't close to him saw was a cold demeanor, a sharp tongue and a foul mouth. It all would be too ironic if they knew how Levi was behind closed doors. Taking notice of small everyday details, sticking to his beloved routine, cherishing moments with his loved ones, remembering everything most people would ignore about others and showing his love in the sweetest yet most Levi way were only a few of his virtues.

Of course he wouldn't miss on making your favorite strawberry scented thick hot chocolate, even if you had spent the last few days not speaking to him, even if as of now he remained ignorant as to why. You assumed he believe it was about that ridiculous fight and you could admit you purposefully riled him just enough for him not to expect to see you. You were sure, seeing he had shown a previous liking in surprises like this, that his jaw would hit the floor when he'd see you.

Guilt rushed through you at the thought of you making him feel miserable even in the slightest, but Hange couldn't just have you standing there, sulking in your anxiety over how things had led up to this moment. If you wanted to make it in time for when Levi came home you'd have to rush. Hange insisted on shooing you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, urging you to act fast, before Levi came. Sensing she was right, you settled for running to retrieve a new pair of underwear and a clean towel before jumping in the shower.

Stretching your arms to close the curtain behind you as you stepped on the white marble tiles you twisted the faucet handle to the right, letting a deep sigh escape from the depths of your chest as the hot water started running.

___

The sound of keys jiggling together filled what should have been an empty apartment, making Levi's arrival known only to you who stood inside the kitchen. He stepped inside a few seconds later, ripping his shoes off of his feet before slipping into his fuzzy slippers.

His hands immediately reached for the wipes and rubbing alcohol he kept on a stand right next to the door, silently grabbing a wipe and coating it in the strong smelling disinfectant before bringing it to his phone and keys. He spent a good minute cleaning the items meticulously only stopping when he felt satisfied to set them on the stand. He took a step to turn around with his goal to walk to the kitchen and heat up his got chocolate. Judging by the time he could still try to reach out to you before the day ended.

With a quick glance around the room, though he found himself freezing in his spot.

"Great, now I'm so shit mad I'm seeing fucking things." Levi announced -seemingly only to his own self- the moment he laid his gray orbs upon you.

"No Levi, you're not seeing things baby."

Standing up for your seat on the kitchen table you shot him an adorning look; your eyes squinted and your cheeks puffed up, coated in a sheer scarlett color. You silently watched as his eyes grew impossibly wide, flickering between you and each lit candle that showered the room in plenty of romantic golden light.

His legs were slightly trembling, his knees going weak at the sudden need to intake all of what was unraveling before him, but with his heart hammering in his whole body he only managed to part his lips before even beginning to thing if what to utter.

"Merry Christmas and happy birthday my Vee." You smiled again, mouthing the tooth rotting sweet nickname as you walked to him with open arms and a longing look on your face.

He wasted no time, even if his head was starting to buzz in confusion and uncertainty, he bucked in his stand before sprinting towards you. His hands quickly wrapped under your bum, lifting you up on him while prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. With painfully squinted eyes his nose nuzzled up between your neck and your chest, inhaling your magnetising aura sharply as he span you around. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing his head in a loving manner as you couldn't supress your bubbling giggles.

His strong grip on you wasn't ceasing, not even for a moment as he began mouthing his questions; he didn't even care that his voice was muffled by your own form.

"How- I mean when?" He spoke and only hugged you tigher onto him.

"Well, you thought I'd ever miss this day?" You placed a kiss on the top of his hairline. "I was supposed to be here days ago but my flight got delayed, so Erwin and and Hange came up with this surprise plan."

Levi's hands loosened their grip on you slowly was you tried to slide down his body carefully; this breathtaking moment could only ever last for so long, Levi figured as he set you down. Kissing you was the next task he assigned to himself, but it could only happen after he got a good look at your face.

God, he had missed you so much.

So many months had passed since the last time he had been graced with seeing you this close to him and in the moment what he was witnessing almost felt too unreal. Your tender eyes looked into his with adoration and warmth, your chest dwelled with tainted breaths as your hands slowly came to cup his sharp face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't responding at all, I really had to leave to go to the airport after that silly fight we had, I couldn't just tell you I was coming." You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Although I was really temped to."

Levi wrapped his arms around you again and hugged you to his chest- this time he missed on levitating you if the ground, even more fiercely than he had done before. He simply huffed in amusement in the crook of your neck, mouthing a sole 'thank you' against you.

The next kiss you shared was maniac and passionate in nature. His lips didn't just graze over yours, the engulfed them. He sucked onto your tender flesh as if his life depended on it and you couldn't get enough. You found yourself grabbing his shirt, then running your hands through the short spiky hair of his undercut.

His slick hands cupped your own face as he pulled back only to catch his breath for a moment.

"I've missed you much I can't even be patient to talk with you."

"Me too" you announced, a hazed look masking your face.

You took a few leading steps to the couch, careful not to disturb the candles in the corners of the coffee table that before it, much afraid of setting everything on fire in your despairate state to have him. Your mouth launched feverishly onto his as you threw him onto the gray sofa.

Levi didn't fight it, not even for a moment. His tongue shoved inside your mouth, rolling around yours, slurping and cherishing each corner of your mouth as he took small intakes of breath through his nose from time to time. His tender hands loosened their grip on the sides of your face, the action eliciting a small whine from your occupied mouth but to was quickly gulped down by the movement of his lips that came to suck on your tongue.

You felt his fingertips travel down your clothed body, skillfully sinking underneath your shirt before restlessly traveling back up taking the cloth away with them. You only broke away from each other for a singular moment, breaths hitching and tinting the air around you, so much that you could almost ignore the way your heart sped it's throbbing in your ears. His hips bucked longingly int you from underneath, the friction already driving you crazy.

As his hands shoved longingly inside your pants you let another moan slip from the depths of your throat, though it was guickly muffled by your lover's mouth attaching on yours , making you melt into him. You felt his fingers graze ever so slightly over your still clothed crotch, painfully flicking their way through your flesh.

Roughly, he pulled back, detaching his want body away from yours while fixing his gray eyes into you. He didn't bother speaking as he tagged at the sides of his shirt, ripping the article of clothing away from him in such quick movements, as if it was the only thing getting in his way from getting close to you.

With hanger widening his eyes he stared at you again, prompting you to put your hands into him, to feel him all the while he run his hands into your form. He failed in exploring your body as he had wished though, with a shagged breath he only managed to bring you close, in a proximity that didn't even allow a kiss to be exchanged. You simply nuzzled into the crook of his bare neck, rubbing the tip of your nose in calm circles against him as you breathed hot huffs of air onto his skin.

His back was still so muscular and ripped despite his skin being so overly smooth under your tender touch, the more small trails you rubbed over him the more he sighed in greed and over exaggerated longing. Licking his lips with a constipated look on his face, he placed a tender kiss on your collarbone before traveling back up, just to teasingly rub his bottom lip over yours.

Breaking the kiss you grabbed his hand, bringing his palm close you your face. You teasingly picked his pointer finger, making sure to scratch the inside of his hand with your nails as you brought the digit to your mouth. His mouth, running ahead of his own desire to stay quiet, blurted lewd moans at your soft suckling and with all blood boiling in his body he was unable to even think about chocking down on his sounds.

He was on his back before he even knew it. It seemed like squirming was the way to go now, right underneath you as you placed kisses all over his chest and torso. With slow hands you reached for his pants, fidgeting with his zipper and buttons before wiggling your arms inside the dark denim.

Quickly, any remaining article of clothing was discharged thrown anywhere on the floor; you could worry about that later but right now you couldn't seem to be able to pay attention on anything else than each other. You had missed him, he had missed you, there was only so much that the two of you could process momentarily.

It was the high of the moment mixed with your scent that pulled him even even more as you craddled him to your chest while never ceasing the bobbing of your hips. The kisses that he sucked in you, sped up the beating of your heart against his as soft skin mingled with your own. Even that was painful to him, the extend to which he had missed you didn't leave any space for him to pull just an inch away from you, as if he wouldn't ever be able to get enough.

"My Levi, I've missed you so much." You spoke with hitched breaths, lips grazing his earlobe ever so slightly.

Levi allowed him self to eventually grunt in response letting harsh huffs of air through his nostrils while trying to guide your hips to an alt.

"Keep talking like that and I'm not going to last." He spoke, his fingering digging into your thighs to put an halt to your movements.

It didn't work -he should have known it wouldn't work- because you only slid down on him longingly and fast, sending his mind in the familiar pre orgasmic haze he so wished to momentarily be freed from.

"Who said," you paused only for another tainted moan to slip outside your lips "I want you to last?" You placed a kiss on the skin behind his ear, careful not to suck and create any loud noise that close to his eardrum.

Levi only threw his head back, his hips starting to work onto a hard, quick rhythm against you. He trembled under your words and every deep thrust, every feel of your insides on his throbbing length was only contributing to the build up in his abdomen.

He hair, sweaty as it was, stuck on his forehead as it dripped, but you paid no mind in his salty taste as you kissed your way all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and jawline, trailing your tongue on any sharp edge of him.

Your legs were shaking now and much to your best wishes you struggled with your thrusting onto him. You only managed to gyrate your hips, earning another moan of him as you ceased your movements, sweat dripping off of your own forehead as if mimicking his antics.

His hands nearly slipped from your thighs as wet as they were but he managed to get the message you were trying to convey; with jaded breaths he started thrusting maniacally from underneath you, damaging through you as pleasure dueled in both your bodies.

Yearning splashed all over his face and his grunts only got louder. Your foreheads collided as you cupped his face, noses nuzzling up, eyes staring deep into eachother.

Gentle. His ultimate indulge into you was gentle and earth shattering at the same time. His veins popped in white hot pleasure and his chest boiled with numerous erotic moans as his abdomen screamed throughout him, leaving him with barely enough time to mechanically reach just to pull out. His head hung low onto your collarbone while his head throbbed, unable to come down from his high just yet. He couldn't even move his eyes to see you, although he knew by listening to your panted breaths that you were in the same position as him.

Pushing him back to lay down on the couch, you kissed all over his face for the thousandth time tonight.

"I'd never ever miss this important day, you know." You smiled, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.

"It's not that special, brat" he spoke shyly as he cooed into your face rubbing his upper lip to your cheek. You recognised the action; it was a habit of his to coo in such way, any overly soft thing grazing his top lip indulged him in endless calmness and you hummed to yourself in amusement to the feeling.

"I missed you."

"I know. You said that." He huffed, his lips puckering to hide the playful demeanor behind his next words. "But I don't think I heard it right, mind repeating it?" His fingers trapped your nose between them and swayed your head from side to side before moving to your naked back to press you closer to him him once again.

"You're such a tease. I love you Levi."

"I love you too," He blurred with eyes that burned into yours and proceeded to place a sweet kiss onto your sweat drenched hair "so much, you brat."

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[bakugotrashpanda]

» Kirishima x Fem!Reader » Word Count: 1025

» Pro Hero Kiri, Reporter Reader

You run into someone, literally, on your way to a conference.

If you are late to another press conference, your boss will have you out on your ass before you can even make an excuse. Why do these meetings have to happen in buildings where the hallways are a goddamn maze and you always take the wrong turn? Every door looks the same, and even the giant auditoriums blend in with normal offices.

Room 308… 308…  A placard advertising room 310 and room 306 pass by you. Not that those rooms should be beside each other at all. At the end of the hall, you see the bathroom signs against the beige wall. Only the men’s bathroom though. If you find out the architect of this building, they would surely get an earful from you.

Room 314 passes by you and you freeze in your tracks. Now you were getting further away from it, right? Turning around, you crash into the solid, broad chest of another person clearly running late - hopefully for the same conference so you could follow them.

“Shit!” you shout as you fall on your ass. The papers and notebooks in your arms clatter against the floor. An unopened water bottle and some papers from the man you ran into fall as well. Thankfully, the water bottle doesn’t burst and spill everywhere.

“I’m so sorry!” the man apologizes and starts separating the mix of documents on the floor into your pile and his. Ignoring the inevitable bruise on your tailbone, you help him sort everything.

“It’s my fault!” Nervous laughter pours out of your mouth. “I’m just trying to find room 308. You wouldn’t happen to know where that is, do you?”

The man adjusts his beanie and sits back on his heels for a moment. Garnet eyes stare at the ceiling as he tries to recall his route.

“I think it’s behind us, hallway on the left… Third door down?” he says, “That’s for the Red Riot and Dynamight conference, right?”

“Yeah,” you gush and grab your stack of papers, “I had to convince my boss to let me take this assignment, but it’s going to be worth it!”

“You think so?” the man chuckles. You stand and anxiously look for the hallway you need to take.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nod, “Red Riot is my favorite hero and I wouldn’t miss it for anything. Thanks for the help. If you’re looking for the men’s bathroom, it’s just down there. No clue where the women’s restroom is though.” Not wanting to miss the start, you dash off in search of room 308.

The room is packed, but you spot your friend in the middle with a saved seat for you. He waves you down and you slip past cameras and other reporters standing shoulder to shoulder.

“You’re late,” he hisses. 

“I know,” you snap back, “I couldn’t find the room.” The two of you went through uni together and even though you ended up working for different companies, you both try to help each other out.

“Don’t worry, I heard they’re both running behind too,” he rolls his eyes.

“Who can blame them,” you sigh and fan yourself with your notebook. How many people do they plan on shoving in here? This has to be against fire code. “This building is a freaking maze and we’re the silly mice that can’t find our way out.

There’s a murmur of excitement near the front, and before you know it, Red Riot and Dynamight take center stage. The easygoing grin on Red Riot’s face has your heart melting. Meanwhile, your friend has eyes only for Dynamight. Flipping open your notebook and pen poised over paper, you prepare to write like your life depends on it.

Behind the table covered in a simple table cloth and two microphones, the heroes take a seat. Red Riot organizes his notes while an announcer needlessly announces him and Dynamight and the topic of the conference.

“Thank you all for being here,” Red Riot grins, light glinting off his sharp teeth, “My partner and I are glad to be here discussing the-” He stops and stares at his notes for a moment, a slight crimson tinge that rivals his hair creeping onto his cheeks. He flips a couple pages in his notebook before busting out laughing. Dynamight leans over and smirks. Not sure what’s happening, you look around, hoping someone else is in on the joke. He leans back and signals one of the volunteers over.

“This is room 308, right?” the mic barely picks up his voice. When he gets confirmation, he grabs a pen and scribbles something in his notebook before leaning into the microphone. “Would the gorgeous reporter I literally ran into in the hall please come up and collect her notebook? The one who told me where the bathroom was before running off?” Murmurs rise in the audience like a wave. Hand frozen above your notebook, you slowly look down at your book and turn back a page. Handwriting that is definitely not your own messily covers the lined page. Horrified, you stand. Garnet eyes light up when they meet yours. You make your way to the aisle and walk up to the stage.

This is worse than a walk of shame. All eyes are on you as you make your way up to the stage and retrieve your notebook. Heat claws up your face, and if you didn’t know better, you’d bet that you could cook a three-course meal with the energy radiating off you. Dynamight with his arms crossed, snorts and shakes his head, a cocky grin on his lips. Red Riot covers the mic and leans forward.

“Glad you found the room,” he winks and trades you notebooks. You mutely nod, horrified that this is happening. You scurry back to your seat and wish you could melt into a puddle. The heroes continue their introductions and, when you remember that you’re here for work, you flip open to your notes page. There, on the top of the page next to your handwriting that reads ‘Mrs. Red Riot’ is a phone number. Maybe we can get coffee some time ;)  -Kirishima

A/N: Me? Writing? It’s more likely than you think! Editing? Not so much. Thanks @katsukikitten​ for this spark of inspiration

[ktheist]

muses. brother’s best friend / housemate / touchy!yoongi

min yoongi was everything you hated in a man. clingy, sleeps too much and sloth-y. if anyone had eyes, they’d know that you’re a clingy hug away from committing murder on campus.

“hey, pumpkin,” a dead weight snakes around your shoulders and a hand wraps around your wrist, directing the fry you’re about to pop into your mouth to his mouth.

“what the-” venom drips off your words.

“babe, i missed you!” jennie whines, wounding her arm around min yoongi’s friend, who happens to be her boyfriend.

in fact, your world going down a wayward spiral started with jennie’s secretive ‘i’m texting a boy, he’s kinda cute!’ to a full out ‘i’m dating kim taehyung!’ a month later. and with that, came the grueling begging of her trying to get you to agree to go to dinner as a ‘her friends meets his friends’ kind of thing.

you thought to put up with it once but for some reason, after a few hang outs too many, min yoongi has come to calling you a ridiculous nickname and putting his hands on you whenever he sees you.

“they’re so in love, aren’t they?” the boy next to you snickers while his free hand snakes down to your thigh.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the whine that slips out of his mouth doesn’t bring you satisfaction even if you’re the one who opt for pinching his hand with all your might.

he looks at you, eyes looking like the midnight lake, sparkling with moonlight, “my hand slipped. did you have to pinch me that hard?”

“oh hey, lisa,” hoseok greets your blonde haired, doll-like friend, “we’re having a match with xxx university, you wanna join?”

at the mention of the long standing rival of your uni, lisa’s delicate features break into that of an angel of death, “the fuck? they have the nerve to fuck with us? that-”

“oh wow, she’s fired up, isn’t she?” yoongi chuckles, his breath fanning your cheek.

you still your hand from coming up to fan your face. why is it hot all of a sudden?

“yeah, her ex-best friend goes there and they’ve been competing against each other in dance ever since,” you say plainly, not realizing it’d spark a different kind of fire.

a loud smack echoes in the air as you look at the hand on the table and up at the owner of said hands, “we were never friends! let alone best friends!”

“o-oh yeah, my bad, you and your non-best friend’s been trying to take each other down since you both left high school,” you lean backwards to widen the distance between her hand and your face but consequentially, you end up leaning into min yoongi who gladly welcomes you into his arms, locking his hands together over your chest and trapping you in a hug.

“so, you guys gonna practice before the match?” yoongi’s ask is what makes her snap her head at the man happily munching on her meal after she had her attention averted to a certain non-best friend.

“hobi, we’re gonna practice till our limbs feel like falling off,” and with that, she drags the man away, his whines and begging to finish the (her) food falling on deaf ears.

for the briefest moment, things seem to have calmed down. that is, until you turn your head to the smiley boy clinging onto you like a koala.

“what? i saved you from lisa’s wrath.” he states, as if sensing your own wrath coming to surface if he doesn’t-

“get off me,” you order, glaring daggers at the boy.

“make me,” he smirks, the gummy smile now gone and for some reason, your heart’s beating too fast than your body can handle.

“seriously, what’s wrong with you? jimin’s right there, why can’t you go and cling onto him? at least he’s your friend. i barely even know you,” you sigh, feeling his arms loosening around you yet your chest is the one clenching as he drops his gaze.

“___, you’re breaking my heart,” he bumps his head to yours, those dark brown eyes glinting with a sort of deviousness that you know will do you no good if you hang around him any longer, “especially when we’ve kn-”

“my class is starting in ten.”

he doesn’t stop you when you stand up, his arms slipping away from your body like withered vines on stone wall.

that’s the last you see of min yoongi. well, until you’re walking out of the ecology club, fist smacking against that sore spot on your shoulder as you trail behind your club mates. the meeting about the outdoor event to raise awareness on carbon print ended a little later than you thought it would and by the end of it, everyone’s like a walking corpse.

“i thought you’d never come out,” a voice husks from behind you as your body freezes and your heart jumps to your throat.

“what the fuck, min yoongi?” you glare at the gummy smiley boy who doesn’t seem to bear an ounce of guilt for causing your soul to astral project into oblivion.

“did i scare you?” he chuckles, “don’t worry, johnny won’t get you as long as i’m here.”

“johnny?” you feel your eyebrows coming together in annoyance rather than confusion.

“you know, the ghost that’s living in the ecology club room,” he raises his eyebrows twice as if insinuating something.

you scoff.

“oh yoongi, you’re been waiting for ___?” jisoo waves from a few steps ahead, “you guys going back together?”

“no- wait-” you’re about to run after your friends when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you to a warm body.

“yeah, drive safe guys!” the boy waves, smiling that stupid smile until the car’s out of sight.

placing one hand on his chest, you push him away from you until you’re at least three feet apart, “seriously, why’d you have to wait for me? i could’ve gone home on my own.”

“what do you mean why? because i wanted to see you sooner,” he grins, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“w-what the hell,” you fumble with your words, turning away as your cheeks flare up with warmth, “let’s just go,” you say, holding onto yoongi’s pinky finger and dragging him with you.

you get home before 10 o’clock despite yoongi’s whining to take the longer route home along the river.

“oh, you’re back? whew, i was worried there for a sec,” seokjin’s voice rings throughout the house as he greets you from his room, “but i shouldn’t be since yoongi’s with you. it’s lucky you guys got into the same uni.”

“i could’ve gone home with my friends,” you say almost sulkily, glaring at the boy who’s walking towards his own room as if he’s ready to black out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“yoongi, you’re not gonna have dinner?” seokjin asks.

“nah, i’ll sleep first.” and with that, the door of the room across from your brother’s clicks shut.

“he really needs to get his sleep schedule fixed,” the older man shakes his head whilst you place the plate of fried rice seokjin made into the microwave.

“let him be, he’s a grown man, he can take care of himself. you cooking for him is more than-” you can’t even finish your sentence when seokjin’s fast padded footsteps crosses the hallway and to the kitchen. hands shaking your body more than an earthquake could.

 “___, do you... do you really see yoongi as a man? are you guys dating?!” seokjin’s concerned gaze bores into yours, offering you no escape unless you answer him.

“no? i mean, he’s grown - we all grew up, seokjin, we’re in uni,” you say in a matter of factly. every once in awhile, seokjin gets a wake up call that-

“oh thank god,” he envelops you into a bear hug, “i thought my baby sister was interested in my best friend.”

well, guess that wake up call just got pushed back.

you suppose you get where seokjin’s coming from. just three little kids with mismatched ages growing up together in the same neighborhood. you climb trees together, scrape your knees falling off the swings and treat each other to health.

but it was seokjin who introduced you to yoongi. back then, whoever knew whoever first, got the first friend privilege. it was just some dumb rules the kids from the neighborhood came up with. and everyone wanted to be friends with min yoongi who had the chubbiest cheeks and the cutest smile. but seokjin always prided himself to be yoongi’s best friends and the latter never denied it. in a way, the two of them had a sort of bond that nobody could touch, let alone break.

something like brothers for life kind of thing.

because of that, min yoongi had always been your brother’s best friend. 

“___, you’re not asleep yet?” a voice rings from behind you where the hallway to your bedrooms lie.

“i’ve got some club stuff to settle,” you say, not away from your laptop as you sit on the spot between the couch and coffee table. an energy drink a few inches away.

“you’re always so busy,” tresses of soft hair tickles your cheek as a head leans on your shoulder, the warmth of another body making you all warm inside.

you sigh, a smile playing on your lips. at times like this, when min yoongi’s barely awake - there’s no way you can push him away, is there?

“you’re the one that has too much free time on your hand,” you say, shaking your head.

the sound of the tapping keyboard fills the otherwise silent room. you thought he’d fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder.

“...you...” he murmurs under his breath, “...i like you.”

your cheeks heat up, body instinctively recoiling from the body that’s leaned up against you as if - as if you’re just realizing that min yoongi is, in every sense of nature, a man.

a shirtless man, at that.

it wasn’t unusual to see him and your brother walking around shirtless since there’s not much to see. but you’ve always known yoongi’s not half bad, he’s got some underlying abs from those days of playing basketball in high school and he’s in the basketball team in uni.

so why are you getting all embarrassed seeing a shirtless min yoongi stare up at you like he’s waiting for you to say something that will make him or break him - now?

x

note. a little skit from my fried brain. hope yall enjoyed!