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iwishtobeastorm · 3 years ago

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hi! congratulations on 200! i was wondering if you write angst? i only saw fluff and smut and angst/fluff prompts, but wasn’t sure so i wanted to make sure before before requesting ^^

in case you do, i wanted to request for prompt 10 “i can’t stop thinking about you” with din djarin where the reader admits their feelings to him after a near death experience when they’re back on the razor crest. she wanted to be straight forward in case anything like that ever happened again and they weren’t able to tell him how they felt. she doubts din felt the same way because he only treated her as a friend. when she tell him how she feels, he says nothing and quickly makes his way up to the cockpit and that’s the end of their interaction. later on he ends up telling her they’re stopping somewhere else for a job and she begins to plan her “escape” because she feels that it won’t ever be the same between them again and doesn’t want to be in that awkward atmosphere and decides to leave without telling him. when he leaves for the job, she makes her way out without of trace. he comes back, finds her missing and decided to find her because he also feels the same way but was afraid to say anything because he feels he isn’t good enough and is just dangerous to be around, etc. thank you (:

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for your support and this lovely request! I wasn't really sure what kind of pronouns you wanted me to use, since you used both she/her and they/them, so I made the reader gender neutral. I hope that's okay, if not, please let me know and I'll fix it!

Forever - Din Djarin/GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, fluff and angst, drinking, mentions of violence

Word count: 2300+

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You quickly put a blanket in the already too stuffed bag, your mind racing as you think through what else you should take with you. You try not to think about all the things you're leaving behind, pushing the dark cloud of sorrow deep down in your chest to drown it at least for a while. You'll have enough time to sit down and cry about it later.

When Din took you with him on the last hunt, you were ecstatic. You wanted to be there by his side for months, but he never let you. Now that he taught you how to shoot a blaster, which was a bare minimum in his eyes, he agreed to take you with him. It went great until a group of guys surrounded you, led by the bounty and captured you, threatening to kill you if Din doesn't lower his blasters. They took you with them to some weird shack. You've heard them talking about killing Din, selling his beskar armor and keeping you around for their own needs, which terrified you. You couldn't lose Din. You love him, Gods know how much. You didn't expect that when he hired you as mechanic at first. He told you about his creed and the rules you have to follow and you were okay with that. Until you kinda weren't, since your feelings for him grew and grew and you didn't even know what he looks like underneath the mask, not that it mattered in the end, because you're sure you'd love him no matter what. But you were afraid to confess, afraid to tell him how you feel because you knew you'd risk everything. Your job, your friendship, a roof above your head but most importantly him, because you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He never treated you like more than a friend. He was mostly reserved, but never cold, he sometimes teased you and you teased back and on some nights, those special nights that made you fall for him desperately, he shared things about himself. You adored him like no one before. For his strength, his wisdom and his kindness. And when you sat there on the ground, handcuffed and with him by your side, while those douchebags talked about what to do with you, you got scared. What if they really kill him and you'll never have the chance to tell him how you feel? You weighted your options, and decided to act. He has to know. No matter if you both survive this or not. You turned to him, moving a tiny bit closer and just as you were about to open your mouth, Din spoke in hushed whisper. "Lay down and close your eyes." You were surprised but did so immediately, used to listen to Din's weird commands, knowing he always has a reason. And then you heard loud whistling, grunting and thudding, the sounds making you curl up on the dusty ground in fear of what in the hells is going on. When it was all over, Din touched your shoulder gently and stood up without a word. He found the keys from your handcuffs and unlocked them, freeing both his and your hands. He helped you get up and lifted the bounty from the ground, leaving the rest of the group, all dead now, laying on the ground, while he headed out with the bounty over his shoulder and you trailing behind with your head hanged low. The way back to Razor Crest was too silent for your liking, but after what happened you didn't feel like talking. All you could think about was the admission you were about to make before Din saved your lives and in the end you came to a decision. You had to tell him. And so you did, once the bounty was in carbonite and Din put his weapons back in the armory. Once the three words left your trembling lips, Din stared at you for a long minute, long enough to make you wonder if he's still alive underneath the armor. And then, when you thought he's about to hug you or whatever, he passed by you without a word, climbing up to the cockpit and closing the door behind himself, leaving you standing on the hallway, heartbroken and paralyzed.

That's why you're running away now. You don't see any other option. He either fires you or you leave by yourself, living with him isn't option anymore, when you've embarrassed yourself the way you did, not after the reaction he gave you. You pack anything you might need, shushing your broken heart before you throw a cape around your shoulders and step out of Razor Crest. You give the ship little pats and a sad smile as a goodbye, since you know you'll miss the old lady just as much as her owner. But there's no way you could stay.

When Din returns back to the ship with a few more credits than he had before, he finds it empty. He thinks you're maybe fixing something somewhere or sleeping at first, so he searches the whole ship, going even as far as peaking into the refresher, even though he knows that would totally break the trust you two nurtured. His attempt is unsuccessful, leaving Din desperate. Could it be true? Did you run away because of what he did? He tears his helmet off, throwing it on the ground in frustration, before leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. This is not what he wanted. If only you knew how much he loves you. He'd do anything for you, anything to protect you, which includes keeping you safe from himself. After what happened at the last hunt, he realized how reckless he was by taking you with him and how dangerous he's for you. He almost got himself killed and you hurt so badly he'd curse himself for it, just because he couldn't say no to your sweet hopeful eyes when you asked for it. He loves you so much. Your smile, your eyes, your jokes, your snoring when you fall asleep in the second seat in cockpit, your clumsiness and your wit, your stubbornness and your softness. He loves everything about you. And that complicates everything. But he never wanted you to run from him. The galaxy is full of people who could hurt you and when you're by his side, he knows he would never let that happen but like this? He has no control. He could lose you without even knowing about it. No, he won't let that happen. He'd do anything, anything to keep you with him. But leaving you out there and living without your laugh ringing through the old ship would kill him. He already lost everything he had, you're the only good thing remaining. He'd be damned if he let himself lose you too just because he's afraid and insecure. He puts the helmet on and storms out of the Crest in search for you, hoping you'll hear him out once you two meet again.

You sit down at the cantina, nodding at the Twi'lek waitress to bring you some spotchka. You need something to numb the striking pain in your chest and shut your stupid mind for a second. You've never wanted it to be like this. If you knew, you'd never tell him. You ruined everything and now you're left here without nothing but your aching heart. You're stupid, that's what you are. "Rough night?" A male voice takes you out of your head as a man, probably in his mid-thirties, sits down on the stool next to you, ordering a shot of spotchka too. You steal a quick glance at him, noticing he's quite handsome, even though not really your type. Not that you'd care. The only man you've ever wanted is probably in hyperspace right now, traveling to the other corner of this galaxy to never see you again and you should probably do the same. Time helps they say, right? "A bit," you murmur to the stranger, staring down at the empty glass in front of you. "Let me order you another one. I'm Gabe," he introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake but you ignore it, mumbling your name back to him. This is the last thing you wanted. You hope people will leave you alone since you look like the most miserable being in the whole cantina, but there's apparently nothing that could stop this man. "Okay, Y/N. Will you tell me what got you so upset?" He asks, taking the two shots from the Twi'lek and handing one to you. You take it without rising your gaze to his face, flushing the burning alcohol down your throat without bothering to wait for him. "Not really," you say, swallowing hardly to push away the not really pleasant taste. You were never the one to drink much, but maybe it could help for now. "Well, it had to be harsh then," the man continues, his sly tactic to get it out of you making you frown softly. "Look, buddy. I don't mean to be rude. Thank you for the spotchka, but I'm not in mood to talk or anything else," you say, biting on the inside of your cheek. "Got it. If you changed your mind, I got a shop down the street. Maybe you could stop by," he offers, straightening up and nodding at the waitress to pay for both of you. "Okay," you murmur, biting on your lower lip. "See you then, kid," he pats your shoulder and walks by you, leaving you alone at the bar again. Maybe you should've said yes. He seemed like a nice, polite guy. Maybe he could've helped you find a job around here. There's no way Din is coming back anyways so why you should sit here and drown in your despair? You'll probably feel like shit for a good part of your life anyways so why not find a job or a place to stay when you have the opportunity? You stand up, collecting your bag and murmuring a goodbye to the waitress before you head out of the cantina. It got significantly darker while you were inside, but you recognize the silhouette of the man taking a turn to the right and disappearing from the main street. You don't wait a second before following him, walking down the street to catch up on him. He might be your only hope now, so you should better hurry. You are almost at the corner, when two tall figures emerge from the darkness in front of you, stepping into your way, making you freeze. "Such a pretty young thing and all alone here? That's too dangerous this late."

When Din makes it to the last cantina in the area, he kind of already lost his hopes to find you. You might not be here anymore at all. Maybe you took a job as mechanic at some other ship and you're now Gods know where and he's running around the city asking for you like a fool. He's just about to enter when something catches his eyes and ears. A deep laughter and a voice, exclaiming something in rush. Din's blood turns into ice when he realizes the voice is yours. He moves before he knows it, storming your way. The closer he gets the more he can see. You're surrounded by two man, clutching your bag to your chest as you aim at them with the smallest blaster Din had, the one he taught you how to shoot with. "Get away from me right now," you state, voice trembling. "You think you can hurt us with that little thing? You don't even know how to use it," one of the men chuckles. "They do," Din exclaims, pointing his own blasters at the two men, standing behind you like your protector. You turn to him with so much surprise in your eyes it truly makes him feel bad for how he reacted. The two douchebags quickly back away from the street without saying another word, getting lost in the darkness of one of the aisles. Din would go after them, but there're more important things in front of him here, there's you. He puts his blasters back in the holders on his thighs, before he grabs your hand, determined to drag you back to the Crest and explain everything to you there, but you tear your wrist from his grasp, refusing to cooperate. "What do you think you're doing?" You blurt out, frowning at him once he turns to you. "I'm taking you back to the ship," he states, reaching for you again but you step back, dodging his hand. "Why?" You ask, confused by this whole thing. First he completely ignores you and now he wants you back on the ship? "Because I- I need you, Y/N. I can't stop thinking about you. When you left and I found the ship empty, I- I realized I can't do this without you," he whispers. This time it's you who stares at him with parted lips, dropping both the blaster and the bag. He makes a few slow steps towards you, until there's just a feet parting you and he takes your hands in his, squeezing softly. "I'm sorry about how I acted I- I thought I was dangerous for you and not good enough. I thought I'll do you a favor but I hurt us both instead," he says softly. "So you feel the same?" You murmur, needing to hear it finally. "I do," he nods and the grin that stretches over your lips could kill him. You jump into his arms, hugging his tightly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "I thought- I thought you don't like me at all. I thought I ruined everything," you murmur, while he wraps his arms around you too, stroking your back tenderly. "No, cyar'ika," he whispers and you smile against his neck, your heart hammering in your chest, while your bodies melt together. Little do you know that Din is smiling just as much underneath the cold beskar and maybe, just maybe, he'll keep smiling forever.

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cherryblossomstars · 4 years ago

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IV. Sky (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here; this part is more Oikawa centric

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader; platonic Oikawa & Reader

Word count: 2,305

Genre: Hurt/comfort (from oikawa)

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

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Dating Ushijima is not easy. Especially when Oikawa is your best friend.

Especially in situations likes these. Aoba Johsai vs Shiratorizawa in the Spring Interhigh Preliminaries. You sit on the benches with the coaches, towels, and water bottles. Your boyfriend may be the ace and captain of Shiratorizawa, but your team is Aoba Johsai. You promised to wear Oikawa's blue jersey in support.

It took three sets, Shiratorizawa coming out as the victor. Unlike a usual sweep of two sets, Aoba Johsai almost won this time. Instead of smiling at your boyfriend on the court, you paid attention to Oikawa's bowed head.

He would not cry on the court. But you know that later tonight, when he is alone and watching the video of their match he will need a friend with him.

After quickly cleaning up the water bottles and towels, you make your way to the foyer. Shiratorizawa is out of the gym first.

Ushijima does not know how to read the atmosphere, but he can tell from your worried expression he will have to talk to you later.

"I'm sorry, Wakatoshi, I just..." You avoid making eye contact with him out of shame. He's your boyfriend, after all. You should be happy for him, and yet... "congratulations, though. Really."

He nods in understanding, he already knows who your mind is on. "go take care of him. I'll see you tomorrow." With a kiss pressed to your forehead, he leaves the stadium.

When your team finally walks out of the gym and makes their way to the bus, they are dead silent. The frustration was oozing off of them.

"Next year, guys." Oikawa perks up, slapping Hajime on the back. "We'll be at nationals next year. No doubt about it."

You're not sure if he's really convincing the team or himself. On the bus ride back, you take Hajime's usual seat next to Oikawa instead. Despite your smaller frame, he still finds enough comfort in you to fall asleep on your shoulder (even though his body is practically halfway slid down the seat). Under normal circumstances, either you or your brother would have shoved him off of you. Your arm wraps around his shoulders and your hand gently cards through his soft brown hair instead.

When you all make your way home after having a dinner with the team, Hajime is silent. Your parents feel the tension upon immediately stepping inside your house and decide to leave the both of you alone.

Rather than changing into pyjamas, you change into something else to prepare to head out. You carefully fold Oikawa's jersey, keeping it in hand.

When you walk into Hajime's room to check on him, he's laying on his back and staring at the ceiling blankly.

"I'm supposed to be the ace..." He doesn't even look at you, "so why...?"

You sit on the edge of his bed setting the jersey by your side, "I can't say."

"You're always with him. Is he just a better ace than I am?" Hajime looks at you expectantly.

"Wakatoshi is... one of the best aces in the country." You hear him grunt in response. "But you're every bit as good of an ace in your own right. You keep Oikawa in line. You even keep Kyoutani in line."

He's silent for a moment, "do you think... that I'm nothing as a spiker if Oikawa wasn't my setter?"

You frown, "what? No, of course I don't think that." You sigh, "no matter who your setter is, that doesn't change the fact that you can definitely hold your own against Wakatoshi. I don't doubt that. Sometimes a defeat is left to luck. Sometimes it's teamwork. But when it comes to Shiratorizawa and Seijoh... the both of them have skill on par with each other. It's not about who the better setter or server or spiker is. Your both amazing in your own right. Seijoh's teamwork is practically flawless. Shiratorizawa's main weapon is Wakatoshi. If he didn't have the stamina he has, they would've fallen apart years ago. Not to mention Satori's blocks..."

You continue on with your speech, trying to keep your brother's morale up. By the time you finish, his breathing is even and his eyes are shut.

You make sure to grab the jersey before leaving the room. "Next year." You whisper and shut the door.

"Hey, I'm going to Oikawa's." You mention to your parents on your way out of the house. When you get the okay, you make your way out and begin your walk. You've been to his house so often that the way there is practically muscle memory by now. You no longer have to look at signs or bring up your maps or rely on your brother to find your way to his house.

When you knock, his mom is the one to answer the door.

"Ah, Iwaizumi." She greets you with a knowing smile. She already knows why you're here. "He's in his room. I think he's still awake. Come in." She makes room for you to enter.

The smell of the Oikawa household is familiar to you. You smile, the smell always reminds you of home. You can point out everything in this house by memory. The TV stand has a cabinet with a glass door that, when Hajime was much younger, he had slammed closed too hard and shattered the glass. At the kitchen, there was a particular corner of one of the counters that, when you and Oikawa were play-fighting, he had slammed your head against on accident and you lost consciousness. Oikawa's mother had to bring you to the emergency room. You had a pretty bad concussion and when you regained consciousness, Oikawa was next to you, trying to apologize through his sobs and hiccups.

When you enter Oikawa's room, it doesn't surprise you how dark it is. The only light comes from his computer, blocked partially by his frame. He sits there, dead silent with his knees raised to his chest.

"Mom, please, I already told you-" He stops short when he feels you snake your arms around him from behind.

You lay his jersey in front of him, the #2 glaring almost accusingly back at the both of you. "Hey." You murmur against his back.

"...shouldn't you be out celebrating with your boyfriend?" He practically spits out the last word.

You furrow your brows, "I can't come over and make sure my friend is okay?"

"I'm fine. I have next year. I'll win. Go congratulate Ushiwaka. He's the winner, you don't have any business here." He doesn't turn back to face you. The video continues to play.

Your heart sinks. You release him from your hold. "Tooru-"

"Go!" He yells. The venom in his voice is clear. "Shiratorizawa won. Ushiwaka's the winner. You don't have to be here! We didn't win. Just leave!"

"I want to be here!" You shout back, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"Why?" He finally, finally turns to you.

There it is. You knew he would cry. "You shouldn't be alone, Tooru, and you're my friend is it so bad to want to make sure you're doing okay?"

"I- How- How can you still call me your friend?" He's glaring at you.

"Excuse me?"

"You're dating that bastard Ushiwaka. How can you date someone wh-"

"Do not turn this on me, Oikawa." Your tears fall freely now, "that's not fair. Don't you dare bring my relationship into this. That's low, even for you."

"Why not?! How can you like him?! You're our manager, for god's sake! Why don't you just go to Shiratorizawa? Huh?" His words cut deep.

You open your mouth to say something. When your voice cracks instead, you decide it's pointless to argue with Oikawa when he's like this. You leave without another word.

The volleyball team immediately knows something is wrong when you don't sit with the third years during lunch like usual. Instead, you sit quietly with your other friends in the lunchroom. To add to the confusion, Oikawa is very clearly in a bad mood and quickly shoveling down his food and ignoring the conversation before leaving and going outside to grab a volleyball and practice his sets.

When they turn to Hajime, he simply shrugs in confusion. He's not sure what's happening either.

Oikawa's serves are much more powerful, but lack any control. He keeps setting a little too high, putting too much power behind them. He doesn't speak.

You come to practice and do the bare minimum. You write and hand out towels and water bottles to everyone (excluding Oikawa). You don't care, he could call you petty. He's an asshole. You also don't speak.

"Iwaizumi." Your coach calls over one day. Both you and your brother turn to look at him. "Hajime."

He nods and runs over.

"What's wrong with those two?" He points at you and Oikawa.

Hajime shrugs, "I don't know."

"Can you fix it?"

"The situation will probably fix itself, coach. [Name] has a date with Ushijima today and Oikawa's probably already started to get antsy since he hasn't been talking to my sister recently."

The coach nods in understanding. "Oikawa and Iwaizumi seem a little unstable right now, so until they both solve their problem, I need you to..."

Ushijima wasn't sure what to expect on this date. He knew you were upset, sure. He knew what Oikawa had done, of course. He just thought it would blow over by the time the both of you went out to the park.

Admittedly, he thought it did. The date went smoothly, but by the time it was time to go home and you both stood at your driveway, your tears wouldn't stop flowing.

He pulled you into an awkward hug (after a small internal debate), rubbing your back as you sobbed freely. "I don- Wh- Oika- He-" You blabbed pathetically. You couldn't even form a coherent word.

Several minutes had passed when you finally calmed down. "Ah, I'm sorry, Toshi... Your clothes..." You cringed at the sight of the dark spots on his shirt where your tears had fallen.

He shakes his head, "I don't care. Don't apologize."

Before you can say anything else, you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

Lo and behold, Oikawa stood there next to your brother. You'd never seen him look so uncomfortable before.

Ushijima gives you a nod of encouragement before he makes his way to leave. Hajime slaps Oikawa, pushing him forward and towards you and heads inside to your house.

You and the subject of your distress are left alone.

"I-" The both of you begin. You quiet down, letting him go first.

"[Name], I... Uh..." He's nervous, that much you can tell. "You're one of my best friends. I just... I don't think we should be friends anymore if I can't even keep my promise to you. I told you I would make it to nationals this year, and I couldn't even do that. I asked you to wear my jersey because I was so confident we'd win and..." He looks at you with a pained smile, "and we didn't. Pretty humiliating, huh? Sorry I put you through that."

Oikawa Tooru is not a genius. What he lacks, he's made up for through hard work. His bad knee can attest to that. He comes off as having an inflated ego, when it's really just the opposite. He's the most insecure person you've ever met. He's a perfectionist who knows that he can't be perfect. His drive to become the best is a result of knowing that he isn't the best and he likely never will be.

Your heart breaks.

"I don't care about whether or not you won, Tooru. I care about you. Wakatoshi can win hundreds of matches but that doesn't make you any worse. I didn't wear your jersey because of your promise, I wore it because I wanted to support you. You're the best at what you do. You taught me to set. You held me when I cried. You played with me when I was bored and you tutored me when I was failing classes. I'm not your friend because you're a great volleyball player, I'm your friend because you're a great person. I want to be there for you, so please just let me. You've always been there for me, let me return the favor. Your value to me doesn't depend on volleyball."

"...When I..." He steps towards you, enveloping you in his warmth with a hug. "When I think back on everything that's made me who I am today, everything that has made me do what I do and love what I love, you and Iwa-chan are always standing next to me in those memories. So I... I just wanted to go to nationals while we're all still together. I'm sorry I lashed out at you. I'm sorry I couldn't achieve what I've been promising for years now. Next year will be different. We'll win. And even if we don't..." He steps back from you, holding you by your shoulders at arm's length, "I'll go pro. And then you can cheer for me while I win every game from that point on."

You laugh, "I look forward to it, Tooru. Until then, do you think you can handle another loss?"

He tilts his head in confusion.

"I know you're a sore loser and you're sulking and all, but I'm still gonna kick your ass at Street Fighter."

"I'm not sulking! Iwa-chan! Your sister's being mean to me!"

"I am not! You're just pouty!"

"Pouty?! We'll see who's pouting when I beat you at Street Fighter."

Iwaizumi opens the door, "the both of you'd better shut the hell up before I lock you both outside."

"Eheh... Sorry, Iwa-chan."

"Sorry, Hajime..."

Fin.

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i800anime · 4 years ago

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— byhrb | tooru oikawa

pairing: oikawa x reader

genre: songfic / angst

wordcount: 1.4K

warnings: cheating , embarrassment??

tags: thirdyear!reader , aobajosai!reader

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you were a third year at aobajosai high, along with your boyfriend of a year, oikawa. you and oikawa had a strange relationship, being complete opposites. he was popular, you kept yourself in the background. he had girls fawning over him, and guys barely shot you a second glance.

the two of you met through student council your first year, which oikawa dropped out of to put all his focus into volleyball. he was president and you were vice president (although, you believed he only secured the position because of his charisma and good looks).

the two of you obviously grew close, and continued to keep contact after he’d left student council. you’d also grown close to his best friend and right hand man, iwaizumi; by default.

I shoulda saw it coming

I shoulda saw the signs

they always seemed to be together, at volleyball, in the hallways, after school, etc. so when you started dating oikawa in the middle of your second year, it was almost like the black haired boy was apart of it too. which made you a bit uneasy.

But I wanted to believe you, trust you

You said you wouldn't lie

to say you didn’t catch the side glances and the flirtatious comments that crossed the line of friendship would be overkill. but you just ignored it, as oikawa always insisted, “we’re just friends, y/n! i’d never lie to you.”

you loved him to much to question it or fight, believing everything he said immediately. you’d flash him a smile with so much love in your eyes that he’d almost feel bad about what he knew was going on behind closed doors.

But baby, you were so good, so good

You had me going blind

blindly, you’d parade your boyfriend around, posting pictures of the two of you on social media, and telling fangirls to ‘back off’ if they got too close.

You said he was your best friend

I’m guessing I wasn't your type, hey

once, you’d walked into the gym to see oikawa on iwaizumi’s back, the two of them running around as the captain rested his head on the spikers shoulder. they were laughing as the rest of the team rolled their eyes, but joined in on the joke.

“he never does that type of stuff with me..” you thought dreadfully. your boyfriend always made you keep PDA to a minimum, not even allowing you to hold his hand at times.

but, you pushed away your thoughts and walked into the gym, calling out to him. iwaizumi stopped in his tracks at hearing you call for the boy on his back. oikawa walked over to you and the disappointment of having to get off his friends back was evident.

“hi baby!” you said cheerfully. “i made you a bento box, it’s your favorite,” you handed him the blue tupperware, which contained milk bread inside.

“thank you,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

you blushed at the contact, rambling about how it was no big deal.

“oikawa, time to get back to practice!” iwaizumi called, crossing his arms while looking over at you two.

oikawa smiled sadly at you and placed the treat with his bags. “i’ll see you later yeah?” all you could do was nod as he ran back over to his team, iwaizumi wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

What goes around comes around

and all that put you in the situation you were in right now. staring down the hall to see your boyfriend pinned against a locker, kissing him.

you were coming to drop off papers to a teacher in student council for your third year class trip. their class was in this hallway and you were ecstatic, thinking you’d have a three day getaway with your boyfriend.

you stared in disbelief as he touched your boyfriend in ways you thought only you were touching him. his hand was on his cheek and an arm was above his head.

after what seemed like too long, you let out a small sob, but it bounced off the walls of the empty hallway, scaring the two boys apart.

And if goes up it comes down

oikawa saw you first, his eyes widening at the tears and hurt in your eyes. “y/n, i-..” he started, but you just shook your head.

“how could you!” you cried, clenching your fists at your side.

iwaizumi was finally aware of what was happening after he’d wiped his mouth off. he still had a hand on your boyfriend’s waist, and the sight made your chest tighten.

“you weren’t supposed to-” oikawa walked towards you, but you just backed up and glared at him.

I know you're mad cause I found out

“weren’t supposed to what? see my ‘boyfriend’ kissing his ‘best friend’?” oikawa’s mood changed, and you could sense he was getting mad.

“look i’m sorry but-“

“no you aren’t. i see the way you two look at eachother.” your eyes shifted between them, tears still streaming down your face. “we’re over. i hope it was worth it.”

you stuffed the papers in your bag and turned, racing back to where you came from, not wanting to look at the scene in front of you anymore.

you angrily wiped your tears from your eyes, storming back into the student council meeting room.

“y/n are you-“ your secretary asked, but you waved your hand, slamming the papers down on the desk in the front of the room.

“i’m fine.” you grabbed a pencil and erased the name next to yours on your rooming paper.

Want you to feel what I feel right now

this was when you decided you were gonna make him hurt like you had.

. . .

two months had passed since your hallway encounter, and naturally, you were still trying to get him back.

Now that it’s over

I just wanna break your heart right back, right back

you’d tried to talk to a few of his teammates in hopes of making him notice, but you were so angry you hadn’t realized he was no longer paying attention to you, but only to his new lover.

Want you to cry me a river

the finals were approaching fast for the interhigh prelims and you thought you’d get one more jab in to have him come to his senses.

you were in the stands cheering with your best friend, y/bfn; waving around blue and white pom poms. but all the cheering died down when shiratorizawa scored the winning point.

the student section went silent, and the boys began to beat themselves up over the loss.

I just want to break your heart right back

you perked up when you spotted the olive haired boy across the gym, rehydrating himself after the game had ended.

Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody

you excused yourself from your friend, making your way over to him, hoping oikawa was looking.

once you’d pushed your way through the crowd, ushijima was talking to one of his teammates, who was excited about the win.

you tapped the tall boy on the shoulder, his red haired teammate looking down at you in confusion.

“hey, congratulations on your win!” you said, trying to sound flirtatious. the two boys looked down at the blue and white pom poms in your hand, as well as the shirt you wore that read ‘aobajohsai volleyball’.

“fraternizing with the enemy huh?” the red head joked, crossing his arms.

My baby loves me

“no,” you smiled. “just wondering if ushijima here would like to go on a date with me.” you ran your free hand over his jacket lightly, and the 6’2 ace backed up slightly. you smirked up at him, finding his shy ness cute.

My baby loves me

then, you looked past them to see something that made your heart drop. just like they’d done in the gym that day, oikawa was on iwaizumi‘s back, running around their teammates on the other side of the court, the fans cheering and smiling.

My baby

the only difference was, after they’d came to a stop and iwaizumi let him down, he turned around and they shared a kiss. you felt the familiar tightness in your chest, just then realizing he really had moved on without you.

My baby

you zoned back into reality just in time to hear ushijima say; “i am truly sorry, but i am not interested. i know what happened between you and oikawa as it was a big deal. i will not indulge in a childish ploy.” he then walked past you with his teammate behind him, leaving you to sulk in your heartbreak and embarrassment.

My baby loves me

. . .

#haikyuu #songfic #oikawa torū #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa fic #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x oikawa #iwa chan #aoba josai x reader #aoba johsai #angst #hq angst #songfics #🧸.oikawa

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shi-daisy · 5 years ago

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I've noticed that you're not very fond of Renji or the Kuchiki characters in general. Can I ask why? (No offense, just curious)

No offense here, anon. I'm more than happy to answer.

I'll start with Rukia since she's the easiest to explain. Rukia was one of my favorite characters up until the Hueco Mundo Arc. You see at first she was a dynamic girl, a little helpless but that was understandable since she had no powers, she was funny, kind and I really felt for her during the first arcs. Then Kubo just replaced her with another character. Rukia got more closed off, agressive, punch happy and tried to make Ichigo apologize about something that wasn't his fault. I didn't hate her, as she still had some of her best traits but this shift made her go from one of my faves to a neutral character. Worst off it's when she marries Renji after he left her for years and almost slashed her to bits, and the novel, oh that damn post canon novel gave me rabies. She's embarrassed by being called Abarai? I could buy this from Orihime, or Momo, hell I'd even buy it from Riruka, but Rukia? No, that's not her. Instead of forgiving Byakuya and Renji in a heartbeat, Rukia's character would've been better off if she told them both to sit on a prickly cactus and stay the hell away from her, then left with Ichigo and Co. to the human world at the end of the Rescue arc. Instead she forgives those two, who have been nothing but shitty to her and takes to hero worshipping Byakuya. No, that's the worst thing she could've done and to top it off she marries one of them and has his kid. That dude hit you once and you not only marry him but have his kid?! Gurl, that literally begging for trouble right there. I just felt disgusted with the way Kubo handled Rukia. I don't hate her but I don't love her as much as everyone else in the fandom does.

Renji And Byakuya though? Those two I absolutely despise.

During the first arc these two come to the human world to arrest Rukia, who need I remind you was completely powerless, and what's the first thing Renji does? Swing a goddamn sword at her. He literally just tried to slash her with his sword. Does Byakuya interfiere? Tells him to maybe tone it down a bit? Nope, he does fucking nothing. Renji keeps trying to hit her, with a grin on his face, and later on even chokes her. It's not until Uryu, who's a freaking Quincy, steps in that the whole aggression stops.

I know people defend this with 'oh Kubo meant for them to seem as villians at the time' but I think you can't come back from trying to slash your bestie/future wife or from letting my sister be slashed to bits.

But ok, if it was just that, I'd be willing to let it slide so as long as the two apologize and Rukia gave em a 'reason you suck speech' or something similar. Well next time we see Renji he's taunting Rukia in prison. He backs out and says it's a joke later but it was still scumy of him to do that. During that same scene Rukia says she knows she'll get killed and pinnapple dumbass tells her Byakuya would intervine, but she shoots him down by saying that he'd likely just kill her himself and has never once cared for her from the moment he adopted her. Like, what? This asshat hasn't even looked her in the eye in 40 years? I know in shinigami time that's like 4 years maybe but it's still a long time to be emotionality neglected.

After his fight with Ichigo we get Renji And Rukia's backstory and instead of growing sympathetic towards him, I hated him more. So he and Rukia grow up together with some friends in the poorest place in Soul Society, and after their friends death they join the academy to get better housing and food. That's good so far, only the two are separate because Renji has more potential and Rukia is average at best. He gets new friends and keeps moving forward. Rukia was alone and stuck. Sad but ok maybe they'll make up after graduation. Nope, because the Kuchiki clan wants to adopt Rukia, remove her from the academy and now she'll live as a Noble. It's clear in that scene that Rukia does not want this, that she'll take any excuse to not accept, does Renji tell her to stay with him, or to choose what she wants? Of course not, the idiot congratulates her, makes a light-hearted joke about it and then sulks when Rukia sadly thanks him and leaves. Then he suddenly decides to stay away from Rukia for... bullshit reasons. Like I get Kubo tried to paint it as a I have to stay away so the Kuchiki won't get mad at her, but Rukia didn't ask for that, she was lonely, even more so without Renji, and he didn't even attempt to communicate with her or just check in? She obviously didn't want that and he didn't either, but no, I'm apparently supposed to be heartbroken that they were speareted. Then when he sees her again, his childhood bestie, the woman he loves, his future wife and mother of his child, what happens? He tried to slash her with a sword when she was depowered. See how his backstory made the previous scene worst. Honestly I was glad he chose to help Ichigo not let Rukia get killed but damn, it shouldn't have taken this long!

After that we get the whole Renji vs Byakuya thing. Renji goes down like a chump, assists in the final battle for a bit and that's it. No apologies for the past, or for what he did when he arrested her, or the things he said to her in prison, zero apologies from Renji Abarai. This doesn't work, especially if Kubo wanted to marry these two off by the end of the series. Renji needed to apologize directly, we needed to see it play out, not just be told he did it offscreen. This left me hating Renji for the reminder of the show. He was now more friendly and even a bit of a comic relief but his first impression muddled that for me. On the Fullbringer Arc he refused to fight Jackie because a man who hits a woman is trash but... didn't you just do that to the chick you're in love with like two years prior? Did he forget? Was that an admission of guilt or something? I dunno. It felt like a last ditch attempt from Kubo to make him more likeable but to me it fell flat. By the end I was fully disinterested in Renji, wheather he lived, died, married Rukia, Byakuya, whoever the hell, I just didn't care for him at all. It did bug me that he took Uryu's spot in the final chapter cover. Uryu deserved better than Mr hypocrite taking his limelight. Renji would've been better as one off villian, Kubo should've given his backstory to another character and have them with Rukia instead. I'll never get over the fact that this dude spent his first appearance being the most unlikeable jerk, physically assaulting the woman he loves, talking shit like a cocky dumbass, almost killing two of the main characters, and taking the girl he loved to her death; only to be married to said girl in the end, with a daughter and on best terms with the people he fucked over. I ain't a fan of him.

Byakuya it's another character who I wanted to smack against the concrete, repeatedly. First appearance? Lets his lieutenant throw his sister around like a ragdoll, almost kills an innocent human, and basically acts like everyone's beneath him? Good, I already hate him. Next time we see him, he shows no emotion towards Rukia's sentence, he's still hell-bent on stopping the human squad from rescuing her, almost lets Renji die after he loses to Ichigo (honestly I was down for Renji bitting it but c'mon this dude is your employee and you don't care if he dies? Big yikes) Keeps messing up every attempt from the others to rescue Rukia. Almost kills Renji in a fight, then goes to fight Ichigo and here's where he became irredeemable for me. During his fight with Ichigo, he says he'll beat Ichigo and then kill Rukia himself. That's when I wanted Ichigo to chop him into sashimi. You can't say something like that and expect anyone to forgive you. He loses against Ichigo and at the very least honors his word to not kill Rukia. Okay then he defends Rukia from the real baddies. Nice, I still hate him. When he's being healed he tells Rukia that he adopted her because his wife was Rukia's actual sister, and he promised he'd keep Rukia safe if he ever found her.

All throughout the flashback I only felt sympathy for Hisana. Being put in the poorest place in Rukon, having to leave your baby sister to survive, marrying a guy who you love only for his family to hate you because you're not Noble, then getting terminally ill and not being able to help your lost sibling, all of that is horrible and broke my heart. More so when you realize that Byakuya didn't keep his promise to protect Rukia because it would break the law. He can stick his laws where the sun don't shine Rukia almost got killed unfairly because of him, Ichigo and his friends would've died unfairly because of him, he doesn't deserve any forgiveness. At least the dude had the spine to apologize on screen but that still just the bare minimum. I wanted to see him make up for all the shit he caused, maybe try and help change the law so a mistake like this dosen't happen again, just something productive. Well no, he's still the same cold and unlikable jerk we first met, only now he seems to treat Rukia better. This should've been a start, not the default. When he almost died in the final arc I thought it was a fitting end, he's humbled down, he apologizes to Rukia and Renji for losing, he leaves everything in Ichigo's hands, which mirrors how he was opposing him on the first arc but it's now fully on his side, it was the best way to salvage this unlikeable prick. But no, he dosen't die. He lives and its back to the grind again. Worst of all it's how he appears during Rukia's big fight and she uses her Bankai, he's there to mansplain and sour the fight and ugh I hated that chapter. Then he says he's proud of Rukia and it's meant to be a heartwarming moment, to me however it was vomit inducing. You're proud now? Two years ago you almost killed her! You ignored her and neglected her for decades and this is supposed to be cute?! No, his pride is worth less than dirt when he treated her this badly before. Heck if he had won back at the beginning Rukia wouldn't even be there. You almost killed her two years before, and now you're proud? Miss me with that nonsense.

The ending was especially jarring for me not just because Renji got with Rukia but also because they, along with Byakuya did nothing to fix the system that almost led to Rukia's unfair death. None of them did anything and if there's one thing I would love to see if Bleach ever got a sequel,would be Ichika yelling at the three of them for their ineptitude. They let the Sokyoku get rebuilt, they didn't do a smidge to change the system even though they're two captains and a lieutenant, and still live in prefect rich peep paradise when Rukon is still as shitty as it was when Renji and Rukia lived there.

Sorry for the long answer, I just wanted to let everything out as in most discussions people are baffled by the fact that I don't like these three characters all that much. Hope this answers your question anon!

#ask #anon #anti renruki #anti renji #anti Byakuya

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my-dear-hammy · 7 years ago

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‘EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you’ AU with Hamburr (if you're okay with the ship. You can pick another one if you'd like.)

Masterpost

Closed Doors-Hamburr

Warnings: Language mostly.

Alexander Hamilton lived in an old apartment building in New York City.

Or at least, he was about to. He had just moved in, brand new to the entire city. It was a bit daunting but if anyone could handle it, it would be him. He was Alexander Hamilton and he was going to do it all.

He walked into the building and glanced around, it was your typical apartment building, nothing special about it at all. Bare walls, minimum effort at decor, worn floors, but at least it had an elevator. Hamilton appreciated the fact that he could just ride down the lift and not have to worry about tripping on the stairs in a sleep deprived state and dying.

The fiddled with the gleaming key in his hand. He lived here now. He really was in New York and surviving. Well, only one way for it to really sink in, he had to flop on to his new bed. Hamilton stepped forward and jabbed the up button for the elevator. He could take the stairs but he had luggage and that didn’t sound fun for the tenth floor, so elevator it was. The doors slid open, classic elevator music bidding him welcome as he stepped inside and repeatedly jammed the doors close button impatiently. The door started to slide close when a voice called out, “Wait! Hold the door!” The stranger shoved his foot between the doors, preventing them from closing. He flashed a smile in greeting at Hamilton as he entered before whipping out his phone and typing away importantly.

Well, okay then.

“What floor are you heading to?” Hamilton asked, getting ready to push the according button.

“Ten,” came the reply.

“Oh, that’s my floor too!” Hamilton said excitedly.

The person glanced at him and back at his phone, “I don’t recognize you, just move in?”

“That’s right, the name is Alexander Hamilton.”

The man looked up from his phone long enough to firmly shake Hamilton’s hand, “Aaron Burr. Pleasure.” And right back to his phone.

The elevator opened and dumped them out onto their floor, cutting off any further attempt at conversation. Burr immediately put away his phone, wished Hamilton well, and set off in the opposite direction Hamilton was going.

Well. Wasn’t terribly bad for first encounters. Plus, he was handsome, bonus points.

***

Hamilton settled into his new life in New York, constantly at work, running back forth from his apartment to his office. Some would call him a mad man.

He made some friends though, Mulligan was the first person he really became acquainted with, he was his next door neighbor. Mulligan had come over one day with a welcome basket and gave him a quick tour of New York. It wasn’t long before they were hanging out every Saturday night.

The strange thing was that the guy Hamilton had met in the elevator, Aaron Burr, seemed to work at the same law firm that he did so they always seemed to end up on the elevator at the same time on their way home. Hamilton always left obnoxiously early so he didn’t see him in the morning, but every evening, just like clockwork, Hamilton would step into the elevator and right as the doors would begin to close, he’d hear a familiar shout asking to hold the door.

Every time.

Which is why Hamilton wasn’t surprised when it happened again today. “Wait! Hold the door!” Then a foot would be jammed in the elevator doors and he’d step inside, smiling slightly in greeting.

“Alexander,” he said happily.

“Aaron Burr, sir,” Hamilton nodded. Then two seconds later, Burr would whip out his phone and get lost in the sea of letters he scrolled through. It was starting to get annoying. Burr seemed like a cool guy and Hamilton really wanted to get to know him, not to mention he was kinda hot.

“So what’re you doing tonight?” Hamilton asked.

“Nothing really. Going over a case,” he replied distractedly

“Ah.”

Burr typed away at his phone

“So…”

A moment of silence. “So?” Burr asked.

“You wanna get some drinks?”

“Not tonight.”

Why was this so hard? Hamilton was usually so smooth but it was as if the guy didn’t even realize Hamilton’s attempts.

“Okay.” Hamilton decided the rest of the ride would be better in silence.

The doors slid open and Burr walked out and set off down the hall with his normal brisk pace, Hamilton watched until he rounded a corner before going to his own apartment.

***

Weeks passed much in the same manner as before, Hamilton flirting and getting nowhere. He started to blame the phone, it was the only explanation.

“Hey Mulligan, you know a guy named Aaron Burr?”

“Burr? Yeah, he lives on the other side of the hall. What about him?”

“Nothing really, I just run into him all the time. What do you know about him? Is he married? Kids? Friends? Something?” Mulligan knew everything about everyone, Hamilton didn’t know how but it was really impressive.

“Yeah, he’s single, no kids, and no friends that I know either. I dunno much about him, he’s always on his phone.”

“Tell me about it,” Hamilton grumbled.

***

The next time Hamilton found himself standing awkwardly in a silent elevator, he decided to experiment. He wasn’t entirely sure if Burr actually heard what he was saying and just automatically replied on autopilot. Hamilton started counting the floors on their way up, why was this elevator so slow?

“Hey, Burr,”

“Sir?”

“You’re kinda hot.”

“Thanks.”

“I actually kinda like you”

“Cool.”

“We should hang out some and get to know each other sometime.”

“Sure, sometime.”

“Maybe get closer.”

“Sounds great.”

“Go back to your place one night.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Lay on the couch with me in your lap?”

“Okay.”

This fucker right here.

“Have an extreme make out session.”

“Whatever you want.”

“How about you just fuck me against the wall right now?”

“Some other time maybe.”

Holy shit, this guy was completely oblivious. Hamilton began to wonder what would happen it just started stripping.

The doors slid open and Burr walked off. Hamilton sighed.

***

Even more time passed and Hamilton’s attempts proved fruitless. Today was the day he lost patience.

It was just like any other day, Hamilton stepped into the elevator and this time held the door open until Burr appeared, “Wait! Hold- oh, thanks, Alexander.”

“Sure.”

The doors closed and the ride began in silence like always.

“Hey, I’m making some hamburgers, wanna come over, crack open some colds ones and help me eat them?”

“That’s okay.”

Hamilton wasn’t entirely sure Burr actually heard what he was saying and was too busy scrolling through his phone doing god knows what.

That’s it. “EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you!” Oh shit. Hamilton snapped his mouth shut, he really needed to learn to keep it closed.

Burr’s head snapped up and he almost dropped his phone from the sudden outburst of yelling and looked at Hamilton. “W-what did you say?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Hamilton mumbled, looking at the wall next to him.

“No, what do you say?”

“I said, “Every time we’re on the elevator, you’re on your phone and it makes it really hard to hit on you.”“ Hamilton said reluctantly.

A light pink blush dusted his cheeks and Hamilton felt as if he were entirely red, but in reality, he was only blushing slightly. Way to make it awkward Hamilton. Congratulations.

“Uh, what was that you were saying about hamburgers?” Burr broke the silence.

Hamilton grinned, “You wanna come over and have some?”

Burr smiled back, “I’d love to.”

#hamburr #hamilton #my-dear-hammy #hamburr fanfic #hamburr fanfiction

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yeehawbisexualold · 7 years ago

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You're a Marshmallow, Emma Swan

A CS Veronica Mars AU.

Rated T. 4.3k words. (1/?)

A/N The first chapter very closely follows the pilot in order to set up the characters and plot. Future chapters may not be as verbatim. Also, words in italics are used to represent voice-overs. Although David will be her father, I decided to keep Emma’s last name as Swan because Veronica Mars is such a distinctive name and so is Emma Swan and I don’t think Emma Nolan or the Nolan family would pack quite the same punch.

Welcome to Storybrooke high school. If you go here, your parents are either millionaires or work for millionaires. Storybrooke, California, a town without a middle class. If you’re in the second group, you get a job—fast food, movie theaters, mini-marts. Emma Swan’s after school job means tailing philandering spouses or investigating false injury claims.

She gets out of her car, a beat up, yellow bug, to see a crowd formed around the school’s flagpole. The source of the crowd’s interest, she finds, is a naked boy, duct taped, precariously to cover his private bits, to the pole with the word snitch (misspelled as “snich”) painted across his bare chest. She pushes through the hoard of spectators, gawking at the scrawny boy’s misfortune. “Who’d that guy rat out?” “Why doesn’t somebody cut him down?” “Yeah, I’ll do it. I wanna be the guy up there tomorrow.”

Reaching into her pocket, she tells the guy snapping a selfie on his phone to move.

“Who died and made you the queen?” the jack ass asks as she pulls out her pocket knife. He backs away silently when she snaps it open near his face.

“You’re new here, huh?” she asks the kid as she begins sawing away the duct tape near his wrists. He nods. “Welcome to Storybrooke High.” The bell for class rings and as the crowd begins to disperse, she sardonically cheers “Go Pirates!”

She cuts away enough to free him but leaves him with the pieces that protect his modesty.

In advanced placement English, she rests her head on her desk, falling asleep to the sound of her droning teacher’s voice.

“Did anybody complete the reading?” the woman inquires, removing her glasses. “Emma? Emma Swan, congratulations you’re my volunteer. Pope, An Essay On Man, lesson one.”

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, rests and expatiates in a life to come,” she speaks from memory.

“And what do you suppose Pope meant by that?” the teacher quizzes.

She twiddles her fingers. “Life’s a bitch until you die.”

“Thank you, Miss Swan, for that succinct and somewhat inappropriate response.”

Random locker searches are the latest tactic the administration has adopted in its losing war on drugs. Except for Emma Swan, the searches aren’t random. She knows when they’re going to happen before Vice Principle “Grumpy” does. (His real name is Leroy but the students of Storybrooke aren’t much for respecting authority.

“Emma Swan. This should be good,” one of Sheriff Zelena Mills’ lackeys says with a smirk.

“Will you please open your locker?” Grumpy asks.

She twists in her combination and swings open the door to reveal a perfectly bare locker. Well, bare to the exception of a photo of Grumpy framed by a red heart and taped to the metal door

“Wow,” she huffs with a grin. “This is a little embarrassing.”

Emma sits alone at a round, red plastic lunch table, stabbing her disposable fork into the atrocity the school calls lunch. She stares blankly across the outdoor cafeteria at a group of rowdy students.

I used to sit there, at that table. It’s not like my family met the minimum net worth requirement. My dad didn’t own his own airline like Greg Mendell’s or serve as Ambassador to Belgium like Tamara’s. But my dad used to be the sheriff and that had a certain cache. Let’s be honest though. The only reason I was allowed past the velvet ropes was Neal Hood, son of software billionaire Robin Hood. He used to be my boyfriend. Then one day, with no warning, he ended things.

The most obnoxious of the students perches himself on Neal’s lap, rubbing his chest as he smirks at Emma.

And let’s not forget Killian Jones. His dad makes 20 million a picture. You probably own his action figure. He built his career on being the British bad boy and his son tries his damnedest to upstage his levels of naughtiness. Every school has an obligatory, psychotic jack ass. He’s ours.

Neal pushes him off and turns his attention back to Tamara who’s snuggled herself up against his side and Killian simply sits next to him clapping his hands together and pointing at Emma with a wild grin.

A figure sits down across from her, partially blocking her vision of Killian’s antics.

“You ok?” they ask, startling her out of her focused glare.

“What?“

It’s the kid she cut down earlier.

“You look, I don’t know, hypnotized.” He explains, opening his lunch.

“Did I say you could sit here?” she snaps at him. As soon as he stands, shoving his lunch back in the bag, she feels remorse. Killian pisses her off but that’s no reason to treat the new kid, who’s already had a rough enough first day, like shit. “Wait. Of course, you can sit here.”

He sits back down with a smile.

“That was cool what you did.”

Before she can respond, she’s interrupted by a voice behind her.

“My bitch. Weren’t you supposed to wait for me at the flagpole?” The bare sleeved, tattooed interrupter crouches down and gets in the kids face. “I’m not sure I could have made that any clearer.”

The kid looks like he’s going to shit his pants.

“Leave him alone,” Emma demands and the guy turns his attention to her.

“Love, the only time I care what a woman has to say is when she’s riding my big ole hog and even then it’s not so much words as just a bunch of oohs and aahs, ya know?” He asks planting himself in front of her.

“So it’s big, huh?”

“Legendary.”

“Well, let’s see it. I mean if it’s as big as you say, I’ll be your girlfriend.” She smiles brightly and gasps as if she’s just had a thought. “We could go to prom together!”

When he just laughs and leans back she continues “What seems to be the problem? I’m on a schedule here.”

“Dude, don’t let blondie talk to you like that!” his friend chimes in.

“Sounds like your buddy here wants to see it too.”

“Hell, I’ll show you mine!” the buddy shouts but is interrupted by Grumpy, arriving to break up the disturbance and ask Emma why trouble follows her around.

“So what did you do?” she asks the ‘snitch,’ who’s name she learns is Henry, after everyone clears away from the table. If she just confronted Will Scarlet, the leader of the local biker gang, she deserves to know what she was standing up for.

He explains how he works at the local gas station and while he was working alone last night, some of the guys walked in and stole alcohol from the store, stuffing bottles in their jackets and only paying for a pack of gum. He tripped the silent alarm but when the police came—"We don’t have police here. We have a sheriffs department.“—and he went outside, he realized an entire gang sat in the parking lot. Intimidated by all of the guys, he told the sheriff he pressed the alarm by accident. “You need to go see the wizard, ask him for some guts.” The sheriff told him before hauling the two bikers away.

“Go see the wizard? She said that?” Emma asks once he’s finished his story. “Congratulations, in your short time here, you’ve already managed to piss of the biker gang and the local sheriff.”

She heads to her fathers P.I. office, Swan Investigation, after school and is surprised to find Regina Hood’s car there. She hates Emma almost as much as she loves her son.

She sits down at the reception desk and busies herself with paperwork, waiting for Regina to walk out. Ingrid, the local, low-level lawyer walks in and offers “her father” a case to discover how the strip club her client works for keeps their liquor license and help her client make a deal.

After Ingrid leaves, Regina walks out of her father’s office.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, David. I don’t like you,” she says coolly, strutting past in her clean, pressed, white pantsuit, her chin tilted back in an air of arrogance. She turns her icy gaze to Emma. “I hate the fact that I’m here. But I know if anyone will be dogged and resourceful in this matter, it’ll be you. Don’t call me at home, I’ll call you.”

And then she’s gone, the air feeling decidedly less chilly without her presence.

Sure she’s a bitch. But can you blame her? After all, dad did try to send her husband to jail for life.

Her dad joins her to eat and she attempts to figure out why Regina was here. He ignores her attempts at questioning him, joking about the plastic resemblance of the cheese on their sandwiches. But after enough grilling, he reveals that Regina believes her husband Robin is having an affair—late nights and motels—and that he took the case because they need the money.

“Good, I would have been pissed if you hadn’t.”

“I wouldn’t have cared if you were.”

They continue eating together until the phone rings and her father announces he has to leave for a trip to El Paso, demanding she leaves the Hood case alone. She nods in response, knowing full well she’s lying.

She follows Robin Hood to his office. As she sits in her car, staring up into the windows of the building, she thinks about her best friend Milah, Robin’s daughter. Leaning back against the seat she recalls the pep squad car wash they worked in October of last year, both of them wearing the tight t-shirt and shorts combo, Emma with her hair in pigtails and Milah with hers long and loose.

“I’ve got a secret, Emma Swan,” she giggled, conspiratorially as she rubbed a soapy sponge along the hood of a car.

Those were the last words Emma ever heard from Milah. Later that night, she was found dead by her pool.

Emma’s father had been driving her home when he received a call about a disturbance at the Hood estate. When they arrived, David instructed her to stay in the car. But she saw Neal, sitting on a bench with his arms tucked around himself, rocking back and forth, his face ashen and his eyes wide, filled with an emotion to this day she can not name. All it took was one look at him and she was rushing in the house to see what happened.

“Where’s Milah?” she asked, her chest tight. All he could offer in response was a scrunched brow and a mouth, shaking into a frown.

Outside she found the area swarming with cops, a grieving couple, and by the pool, the lifeless body of her dead best friend—eyes wide and unseeing, blood dripping down her face from the gaping wound above where her temple met her scalp.

But everyone knows the story, the murder of Milah Hood. It was on the cover of People Magazine. It made entertainment tonight. The town was flooded with journalists. And of course, everyone remembers the bumbling, local sheriff. The one who went after the wrong man.

That bumbling sheriff was my dad.

Six weeks after Milah’s death, her crime scene video was leaked by someone in the sheriff department. In a matter of hours, millions of people around the world had seen the grizzly footage. Someone had to be held responsible and that someone was David Swan.

“So, Swan, does your dad still think that Milah’s father did this?” Killian confronted her in the school computer lab. “That’s my girlfriend. Your friend. Neal’s sister. Your dad is destroying the Hood family. What’s the matter with you people? What’s the matter with you?”

She knew he was lashing out because he was hurt but so was she. When he maliciously spit out the words, “I’m done with you.” She thought good because she couldn’t help but hate him a little bit for the way he was treating her.

Her father’s belief that Robin was the murderer no longer mattered. An emergency recall removed him from office and the investigation was no longer in his hands. Her mother wanted to move out of Storybrooke. The loss of status and loss of income was too much for her.

They had to move because they could no longer afford to stay in their house but Emma and David were not going to be run out of town.

A pair of Milah’s shoes were later discovered on the house boat of one Triton King and her father’s successor, Sheriff Zelena Mills’ face was plastered across the news for her amazing arrest.

Emma’s dad may not have been right about Robin but, sitting in the parking lot of a skeezy motel named the Camelot, she knows Regina is right about him now. She can’t imagine it’s a business meeting that’s being conducted at one in the morning, behind the door of one of the upper-level rooms.

Before she can get any substantial evidence, her car is swarmed in the parking lot by none other than Will’s gang.

“Car trouble miss?” he asks with a smirk.

“Might be a loose belt but if you wouldn’t mind checking under the hood,” she answers sweetly.

One of the guys walks up to her open window and her dog Wilby, affectionately nicknamed backup, jumps out. The guy lands flat on his back as the dog snarls at his throat. Another stomps up, yelling at her to call off her dog and she tazes him in the chest. Down he goes.

She calls Wilby off.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll call it a draw,” she tells Will.

“Love, come on, it’s too late for that.”

“Here’s the deal,” Emma informs him, no bull shit face in place. “Leave that kid at school alone for a week and I’ll make sure your boys walk.”

“Why do you care for that kid so much, anyway? Things I heard about you… You must really lay the pipe right.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” she says cheerfully with a sarcastic nod of her head.

Mr. Electricity begins to lift himself up, using her door as leverage, and she charges her tazer in front of his face as a warning.

“Alright, one week. But if you don’t get them off, I’m coming for you, your boy, and your little dog too. And remember, if you get lonely out here, Will love you long time.” He kisses the air at her as he revs his engine.

Quite a reputation I’ve got, huh? You wanna know how I lost my virginity? So do I.

It happened at a party at Tamara’s, that much she knows. She’d curled her hair and put on one of her favorite dresses—white, knee length, and flowy. Her reason for going was simply to show everyone that the way they treated her didn’t affect her.

It was a mistake.

As she walked through the crowded room of people from whom the only attention she received was pointed whispers and giggles, people whom she once considered friends, she was handed a drink. She didn’t know who handed it to her but she chugged it down.

Before long she was stumbling around dizzily and then everything went blank. She woke the next morning, alone in bed, a soreness between her legs and her underwear on the floor. She walked through the house, crying silently, an entirely new type of pain tightening her chest.

She’d thought she’d felt all the pain a person could feel—being unceremoniously dumped by whom she thought was the love of her life, having her best friend murdered, all of her old friends turning against her, and her mother leaving her and her father. But there was at least one thing left the world had to throw at her, one more thing to show her that life truly was a bitch and things would never be the same.

In the present, Robin Hood steps out of the motel room door and Emma snaps as many pictures as she can before he shuts it behind him.

She doesn’t actually get a shot of the woman’s face but she gets some pretty good images of him talking through the door way and the license plates of each car in the lot. That should be enough to get her started.

The next day at school, she sits at her usual table. The kid she’d saved is already there.

“You should hear the things people say about you,” he begins.

“You didn’t have to sit at my table,” she grumbles. Who is this kid? She saves his ass and he chooses to sit at her table for what? To make fun of her?

“And what a fine table this is. What do you suppose it’s made of?” he ponders, tapping his closed fist against the shiny top. “Oak?”

“Look, if people are saying such awful things…” she trails off, shaking her head.

“Well, I figure I’ve got a choice. I could either go hang out with the jerks who laughed at me, took pictures of me while I was taped to that flagpole. Or I could hang out with the chick who cut me down.”

It feels good, his kindness, and a warmth blooms in her chest at the thought of a possible new friend.

“So you wanna get the bike club off your ass?”

“Can we come up with a code name?” he asks, eyes wide with hope.

“Sure, kid.”

She laughs at school for the first time she can remember since Milah’s death.

Her dad returns that night and as he prepares steak on the grill, Emma tells him she got pictures of Hood at the Camelot. He reprimands her for disobeying him but then asks to see the photos. He looks through the stack of images and pauses on one of the license plates of a car.

“I want you to stay away from Robin. You hear me?” he commands firmly, in the serious father voice he so rarely uses.

“But dad, why?”

“Listen to what I said, Emma. Stay away from him. I’m telling Regina I’m dropping the case.”

He storms into the apartment, leaving the grill unmanned.

When Grumpy conducts his next “spontaneous” locker search at school, he makes a stop at Killian Jones’. Killian opens the door, expecting to be in the clear, only to showcase a lovely bong in the shape of a naked man, one hand on his hip, the other grasping the bowl placed where it’s penis should be.

“What’s this, Killian? This appears to be a device used to smoke marijuana.”

Killian looks around the hallways, flooding with people now that the class bell has run and as he’s lead away, his confused eyes land on Emma standing beside Henry.

“I know it was you!” he shouts, angrily, jamming his finger in her face. “This isn’t over, ok?”

She fake yawns at him, patting her hand over her mouth. Henry grins at her side.

“You’re so cute and innocent. I’ll get you for this,” he threatens as he’s pulled away by Grumpy and the deputy.

Jefferson, the residential stoner, passes by and offers her a high five. She’d recruited him in art class the day before to make the bong for her.

Phase two of operation freedom was done.

After school, she drove home to the sheriff’s department. Phase three. With a remote control detonator, he sets off a spark in the bowl of the phallic bong residing in the evidence lock up. The smoke from that sets off the fire alarm and the woman behind the counter calls the fire department.

Then, after the flaming crisis is handled, she heads to the fire department.

“Did you make the switch?” she asks the fire chief who then hands her a large envelope with a video tape inside.

A lot of people in this town still love dad. That comes in handy.

The residual love of her father only gets her so far though and sometimes she is left to her own devices.

Using a phony accent she makes a phone call pretending to be the secretary of the sheriff’s department, claiming to be having trouble with the computer’s system. She asks the man on the phone to run a set of plates involved in a hit and run for her. Except there was no hit and run and the plate number she if reading off is from the car parked at the Camelot the night she watched Robin.

“I’ll be damned, that’s some family,” the man on the other line says, chuckling.

“What is it?”

“That car is registered to one Kathryn Swan.”

She hangs up the phone in shock just as her father opens his office door.

“Explain to me again why we’re dropping the Hood case.”

She’s going to give him one more chance to explain himself, to tell her the truth, to tell her why her mother’s car was parked outside the Camelot the night Robin Hood visited it. But he doesn’t take it. Instead, he sips his coffee and gives her some bullshit excuse about corporate espionage, telling her it’s dangerous and they don’t get paid enough.

He asks if she wants to rent a movie and she walks out, leaving him alone in the office.

She heads to the court house and asks the receptionist which direction the bikers case is.

“Emma! I haven’t seen you since…” the woman trail off uncomfortably.

The last time I was here? Come on. That’s easy.

The last time she was there was the morning after Tamara’s party. She’d limped up to the counter, eyes smudged with mascara, and said she needed to report a crime.

After she sat in front of Zelena and reported what happened, Zelena chuckled in her face and asked “Is there anyone in particular you’d like me to arrest? Or should I just round up the sons of the most important families in town.”

Emma sat silently, shocked and dismayed. She knew Zelena was mean but this was downright wicked.

“I’ve got not a shred of evidence to work with here. But that doesn’t matter to your family now does it?” The woman continued on ignoring the tears streaking down Emma’s face. Ignoring her disheveled appearance, her wild hair, her red eyes, her torn dress. Ignoring the pulsing pain Emma could feel through out her entire body, not a pain physical in its origin but manifesting itself as such and causing her anguish never the less. “Look at this, she cries. I’ll tell you what Emma Swan. Why don’t you go see the wizard, ask for a little backbone.“

Emma left Zelena’s office with no answers to what had happened to her and no hope of ever finding out.

Now she sits in a courtroom, watching a smug Miss Mills deliver her testimony of her account of the night she arrested the two bikers at Henry’s place of work.

“Your honor, can we show the tape?” the opposing lawyer requests.

When the tape is loaded, no robbery is to be seen. Instead, an officer walks a prostitute to his car and is seen opening the door for her, getting in on his own side, and then guiding her head down to his lap.

Phase one of operation freedom had been staking out the strip club and recording the footage of their interesting ways of keeping a valid liquor license.

“Sheriff Mills is this how you run your department?” the judge questions.

Emma finger guns at Zelena and walks out of the court room.

She meets Henry at the beach and presents him with the actual footage of the robbing. He thanks her and tells her that “Underneath that angry young woman shell there’s a slightly less angry young woman just dying to bake me something. You’re a marshmallow, Emma Swan.”

She grins and turns her head away, amused but unwilling to admit it.

They spend some time flying around his remote controlled airplane. Just as she’s getting the hang of it and actually having some fun, Henry interrupts her.

“Emma, look at your car.”

She turns to see Killian lounging across the hood, crowbar in hand, surrounded by his 09er buddies (the richest of the rich, those residing in the the prestigious 90909 zipcode.)

“Do you know what your little joke cost me?” he asks, hopping off the car and swinging the crowbar.

“Well, I’m pretty sure you won’t be getting your bong back.”

He smashes a headlight. “Wrong answer.” He twirls the metal in his hand. “Would you care to guess again?”

She crosses her arms across the chest of her red leather jacket, keeping her face impassive, unwilling to let him phase her no matter what.

“Clearly, your sense of humor.”

And he smashes another head light.

“Nope, the correct answer is my car. That’s right my daddy took the Jolly away. And you know what I won’t be having?” He questions, resting the bar behind his neck and stepping closer to her. He leans in her face and answers his own question with a smirk and raised brows. “Fun, fun, fun.”

She wants to smack his British accent right out of his mouth.

“Uh, Killian,” his friend warns as a heard of bikes pull up along side them.

It doesn’t take long for Will and his friends to flip the situation in her favor.

“What do we have here? Vandalism?” Will asks. “No, the only vandalism that happens in this town goes through me.”

Killian tells Will he doesn’t have a problem with him and Will tells him he’s wrong. With Will smashing in the hood of Killian’s friend’s car (with the crowbar he’d pulled out of Kilian’s hands) and his biker buddies tearing apart the inside, they’re easily convinced to “head for the hills.”

Emma sits in her car outside of her father’s office building, watching him move around through the window.

This morning, when I woke up, I had one person in the world I could count on. But if there’s one thing you learn in this business, the people you love let you down.

David leaves, driving away in his car and she heads into the building. Her dad thinks she doesn’t have the code to the safe but he’s wrong and until now she hasn’t had to use it. She types the code in and opens it to find a large file, stuffed with folders and papers. As she pulls the contents out she realizes it’s the Milah Hood murder file, some of the evidence less than a month old, including the photo of her mother’s car she took the Camelot.

If the confessed killer is already in jail, why hasn’t dad given up on the case?

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