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canirove · 3 months ago

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 27

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“So, are you ready to make coffee for your favourite player one last time before the little man arrives?”

“Declan, just because I'm going on maternity leave doesn't mean I'm not allowed to make you or anyone else a coffee, you know?” I laugh.

“I was talking about Jack, Liv” he smirks over facetime.

“You… urgh” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“But good to know I am your favourite player” he winks.

“Maybe not anymore” I say, trying really hard to stop my cheeks from turning bright red. How can his wink affect me even through a screen? Like… how?

“Liar” he laughs. “Anyway, there was something I wanted to ask you before me and the boys arrive tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

“Now that my family and everyone at Arsenal knows about us… About having a baby together and all that…” he says, biting his lip. He had never done that before, and it is… dear God. It is the hottest thing ever. “Would you mind if I also told the people here?”

“What?”

“I just… It's going to be very tough to see you and not be able to act normal around you. To have to fake in front of everyone and hear them talk about you and Alex, or about him being the father of my son.”

“Alex is sick, you won't have to see him.”

“How convenient, uh?” he chuckles.

“That's what I said, yes. He's a coward, he doesn't want to have to face you.”

“Good. Because if we crossed paths and he said something to me, I don't know if I would be able to contain myself and not break his nose.”

“Leave the punching to me, please.”

“Ok” Declan smiles. “But Liv… I think it would help us both be more relaxed, you know? And it would be a way to avoid the boys who already know about it saying something they shouldn't or someone hearing them and starting a rumour.”

“I guess it makes sense… But the idea of Jack Grealish knowing about it isn't the most comforting one. He doesn't seem to be the most trustworthy person, you know?”

“Jack is a good guy, Liv. But if you don't trust him, we won't tell him anything.”

“Thank you. I don't trust any of his club teammates, to be honest.”

“Liv!” Declan laughs.

“What? Don't you read the news?”

“Ok, fine. We won't tell anything to the City boys.”

“Good. I don't like Henderson either.”

“Olivia!” he laughs again.

“It's not my fault that your teammates suck, Declan” I shrug.

“I think it would be easier if you sent me a list with who is banned and who isn't.”

“Good idea. When were you planning on telling them?”

“Liv, I was joking” he chuckles. “But you aren't.”

“I'm not, no. I'm about to have a baby for the first time, and that's scary enough already. I don't want to have to worry about people I don't like telling their wives, lovers or whatever it is they have going on, and it ending in the press. We have enough with your ex’s crazy fans.”

“Yeah, that's true” he sighs.

“I’ll send you that list later today, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Thank you, Declan.”

“No. Thank you, Liv, for allowing me to do this. I know it isn't easy for you.”

“Yeah, well… But they are your friends even if some of them are a bit questionable” I shrug. “No one is perfect.”

“I'm really close to it, tho” he smirks.

“So humble, Declan Rice.”

“The most humble one.”

“Olivia, lunch is ready!” my mum calls from downstairs.

“I have to go. I'll send you that list as soon as I can, ok?”

“Ok” he nods. “But we still are talking tonight, aren't we?”

“Of course. I wouldn't miss our night chats for anything in the world.”

“Neither would I” he smiles. And even though I like all his smiles, this one is my favourite one. Because it is a real and honest one, one that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It probably is the one that made me fall in love with him. “See you tonight, Liv.”

“See you tonight, Declan.”

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“Liv!”

“Hello, Harry” I smile as he walks into the cafeteria.

“Oh my God” he says. “Look at you! You look beautiful!”

“Oh, stop it” I say before hugging him. “How are Kate and the kids?”

“They all are good, feeling more and more at home in Munich.”

“So glad to hear that. Tell them I miss them and that I'm looking forward to seeing them soon.”

“I wil” he smiles. “But let's talk about you! How are you feeling? And the little one?”

“We both are doing great. I get a bit more tired every day, but that's normal towards the end.”

“It is, yes. May I?” he says, nodding towards my bump.

“Of course” I smile.

“It is amazing, isn't it? You still haven't met him, and you already love him and would do anything for him.”

“Yeah” I say, trying to not get emotional.

“Declan told me you still don't have a name.”

“Nope. And if you are thinking about suggesting yours… Too late. He already did.”

“He told me you are being quite peculiar about it” he chuckles.

“Peculiar or stubborn?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Well…”

“It's ok, don't worry” I laugh.

“Can I confess something?” Harry says.

“Sure.”

“I'm glad Declan is his dad and not Alex. I've known Dec for a long time and he is one of the good ones. One of the best. He may have made some mistakes in the past, some very big ones…” Oh, he knows. Of course Harry knows about everything that has happened between us. Declan looks up to him, he is one of his role models. And he has known us both for years, basically seen us go from teenagers to adults. So if Declan was in need of advice or needed to vent, he was the perfect person to go to. “But you won't find anyone with a heart like his, Liv. He will do anything for you and the baby, to make sure you both are safe and happy. Alex, on the other hand…”

“I thought you liked him.”

“He doesn't like me, and I don't like him either. But unlike him, I'm a gentleman.”

“Touché” I chuckle. “And the others are coming” I say, looking at the door.

“I believe not everyone knows, right?”

“Yeah… I just…”

“Don't need to explain yourself, Liv. I'm their captain, I know what we are dealing with” he laughs.

“I… umm… Thank you, Harry.”

“You're welcome, Liv” he smiles, kissing my hand before some other players join us. While they all congratulate me and start talking about how the baby will be a future Tottenham star knowing how much my dad loves football and the club, I look for Declan around the cafeteria.

When I find him, he is with Bukayo and Mason, two of the people who know about us. While they talk, he is just looking at me, smiling. And it is that smile again, the one he gave me over facetime the day before and that makes me feel all the butterflies.

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“Olivia, is that a piece of cake?”

“Shit!” I say, the fork slipping from my hands. “What are you doing here, Declan? Isn't the bus leaving already?”

“In five minutes” he says, picking the fork from the floor. “They needed to check something and I told them I had to go to the bathroom.”

“You are in the wrong place, then.”

“Liv, I lied. I wanted to see you before I left. Maybe get a good luck kiss?” he smirks.

“A what?”

“Oh my God, your face just turned the same colour of my Arsenal shirt” he laughs.

“Not funny!” I say, kicking his leg.

“Hey, I need that for later today!”

“Sorry” I shrug, eating another bite of my cake. Our chocolate cake. The national team had thrown me a little goodbye party the day before and Declan had told them to get it for me as a present because it was my favourite. Though it turned out to also be their favourite, and I had had to ask Olga to hide some slices in the kitchen just for me.

“Anyway, can I get a good luck kiss or not? On the cheek, of course.”

“Of course” I say, my face still burning. “Do I have to get up? You are too tall, Declan.”

“Ok, I'll bend down” he says, kneeling in front of me. “Better?”

“Much better, thank you. Which cheek do you prefer?”

“I don't mind. But before you do it” he says, one of his hands suddenly cupping my face while the thumb of the other moves over the corner of my mouth, making me gasp. “You have chocolate here, Liv.”

“Oh” I say. Oh. That's all I'm able to say. Because he is too close. And you all know what happens when he is that close. His eyes, his perfume, my brain and body shutting down…

“Liv…” he whispers, his thumb now over my lower lip, moving even closer. He is going to kiss me. He is. I can see his eyes moving from mine to my mouth and back up, hesitating, kind of like asking for permission.

“Declan” I whisper back, closing my eyes and hoping it will tell him that I want it. His kiss. Him. I want him.

And when I feel his lips brushing against mine…

“Deccers!” someone calls from outside the cafeteria, making us both jump and quickly get up. Though in my case maybe not so quickly. “Deccers, where are you?”

“I… I have to go. That's Jack and…”

“Yes, of course.”

“I… umm…”

“Good luck, Declan” I say, giving him the kiss on the cheek we had agreed on once I've finally managed to stand up.

“Thank you, Liv” he replies, still not moving.

“Deccers!” Jack says, opening the cafeteria's door. “C'mon, we are waiting for you, bro!”

“Yes, sorry, I just… I…”

“He had forgotten his ipad here earlier and came to get it back” I quickly say.

“I don't care. Can we leave now?” Jack says.

“Jerk” I say under my breath.

“Yes, of course. I… Umm… Take care, Liv.”

“You too you, Declan. And good luck.”

“Thank you” he smiles, hitting a chair as he leaves.

“Bro, careful!”

“Sorry” Declan says, looking at me one last time before he and Jack disappear through the door, leaving me alone with my cake… and another almost kiss.

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14dyh · 9 months ago

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17 from the new list? hange getting rejected

Get Over Her | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x gn!reader Summary: You helped Hange get over their rejection. Word count: 1.0k A/N: sorry anon i can't write about y/n themself rejecting hange so this happened :"")

It would have been impossible for you to miss it when Hange acts strangely– even for themselves. Being roommates for over a year, you've known how they take their coffee differently in the morning, never miss checking on Science Daily to tell you something fascinating, or how their footsteps sound when they're trying not to wake you up at night.

You know Hange.

Their pain wouldn't pass over your eyes and the way they ruminate in an excruciating manner that you're starting to feel the headache for them. It began with the rejection that happened weeks ago. Hange just came home, throwing over the flowers they failed to give in an empty bin and refused to say anything other than they got rejected, that's all, just kinda unfortunate this time, right? You knew better and recognized right away how the rejection slowly deteriorates them from the inside, even if they're trying to laugh it off by dousing those flowers with an organic-based chemical that speeds up the composting process (as Hange happily announced to you). At some point, you had to try and rip them away from that cruel cycle of never admitting their pain. Sometimes you would spend hours in the arcade, pull them along the quiet garden on the riverside to watch ducks, or watch plays and movies until you both pass out on the couch. From those moments, you managed to glimpse the sparkle in their eyes again which they lost a day later after seeing her.

You want to shake Hange into reality and yell at them to get over her. But how can you manage to do such a thing when she looks like everything Hange had hoped for?

She would pass by the hallway and everyone's attention would be stirred. Her grace and fragrance, or how she managed to stand out like a fascinating flower among a field of others. She was what Hange hoped to be the perfect opposite of their ideal paradox. But now they couldn't stand or act like themself whenever in the same room as her or not until they decided to space out and let their ideas absorb them. There were times that they would remain silent in school, but you knew that the sound of their thoughts was getting louder and louder to bear.

You were both in your dorm, studying in the dead of the night when they asked, "Hey Y/N? Do I sound annoying?" And it sounded more like a question out of curiosity than self-deprecation.

"Well, not really..." you responded.

"Not really? What does that mean?"

"I mean, why would you ask me? If ever you're annoying, I'll be the first one to get used to it so don't think I would mind that anymore,” you explained, sitting up from your bed as you tried to meet their eyes. Hange’s gaze remained far away.

"So maybe I do sound annoying..." they pondered loudly before turning to you and continuing. "Was it my voice?"

Hange continued on and on, asking and piecing together information on that topic.

And you were getting tired and hurt from the inside as they thought that maybe their voice was annoying, or their humor, or their hobbies. You nudged their swivel chair with your foot.

"Hey, stop that now. Why don't we go out? Maybe a midnight stroll or a snack. Anything to stop you from that nonsense."

You pulled them out of those thoughts again, taking the streets at midnight to walk around and get something to eat. To talk about anything else other than their rejection because you know it would make them break. The night faded into a deep dark blue and it was 2 AM. You forgot how you both ended up on the couch, drinking away your thoughts as Hange laid their head on your shoulder. They rambled on about funny anecdotes and fascinating theories that would concern anyone, and then they quieted for a moment before saying, "You know... I grew the flowers I wanted to give to her."

Hange only smiled before finally turning to you, "Heh, I like the sound of that."

They said in a quiet voice as though raising it any higher would cause them to break down.

Then they chuckled before saying, "Those flowers were a cross-hybrid. And when I showed her, she said it looked like a weird sack of balls and I said noooo, it wasn't quite like that. It's supposed to symbolize how the sun dips on the fabric of space..."

They went on drunkenly, arms around you now as they leaned closer as if any attempt they would make to move away would result in great discomfort.

"And I thought it was a cute metaphor to relate her to the sun but... she only laughed at me. Not in a way you would laugh in amusement with my ideas. Somehow, it sounded mocking."

And that hurt, Hange's voice broke, prompting the sobs that came after.

You held them close, a portion of your heart aching as someone made them feel ashamed of all the things you love about them. What angered you the most was that the girl never rejected them outright, maybe to keep Hange in a way to use them or entertain herself. You don't deserve any of that, your mind protested. You thought of Hange as everything wonderful that happened in this world, as all the poetry and love in your heart screamed.

"I made a mistake... And I'm correcting that..." they muttered on your shoulder, on the verge of falling asleep. They held you tighter, their tears dripping down your shirt before they relaxed on your body. For a moment, you tried to make sense of their words, maybe they regretted falling for that girl after all and realized how much they didn’t deserve such treatment.

As they drifted to slumber, still clung to you, your eyes found the small plant growing on Hange’s table that reminded you of the nebula you always talk about with them.

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ladythornofrivia · 2 years ago

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Endless Reds and Blues

Here's the link for the synopsis and the chapter list--read chapter 1 first Pair: Kakucho x Reader

(Warning: Inappropriate jokes and dialogue that includes bullying, gossiping and other things that aren't appropriate--dark content--for people under 18 (if you're under 18, I'm sorry but you can't read this)(Yes, I have to say it twice XD)

Author’s Note: I really enjoy writing this story so much. Something about writing a new chapter in this series makes me giddy inside. (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Chapter Two: Scars Bleed Like Petals

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Everyone didn't know what you were saying, but all know you're saying in a different language with a rage look on your face with the 1000 page thick, hardcover book above your head with your clutched hands. It could only mean one thing from you.

In your mind it's avenge. To them, it's a petty revenge.

You won't let it slip. You can't help it.

Himiko was the only person who made an effort of speaking to you, despite interrupting you and making ruckus noises on a wrong time whenever you're busy concentrating with your personal time quietly during lunch. Himiko shared homework answers with you, and shared notes with you in case you missed a word from a teacher's fast-talking lecture. And Himiko provides you with lunch that you never asked for. She didn't have to insist herself on looking out for you, but your heart softened when Himiko is being genuine on speaking to you, she wasn't like the rest of your classmates who is constantly uppity and paranoid about your existence.

Unlike the rest, Himiko doesn't have ulterior motives.

Ever since you transferred to a new school in Japan during first week, Himiko is your first acquaintance, and you're thankful for her.

Seeing Himiko cry was the last straw of being annoyed by self-righteous people.

Though physical rush in your veins is something you've never done before. Usually, you mind your own business, you like to stick your eyes and nose into the pages, eyes always looking down and never hoped for something good to come. Like here, in your original homeland, you mind your own business. You never stick to anyone's drama, not the people you knew at your old school. Like people here at this school, with the old "friends" you have back in your original homeland, they don't give a shit about you, so why give a shit about them when they're in trouble from getting into fights and drama and superficial talk?

They never liked talking to you or getting to know you; they pretend you don't exist--treated you like trash--unless they need something from you or dragged you onto the spot to pick a side. Or makes a 'joke' about you in front of others to make themselves look like a good jokester.

There's never a two-way street. That's where you stop befriend your 'friends', and prioritize yourself above others entirely; you wouldn't let anyone hurt your self-respect and boundaries. You hated superficial people, people like those who aren't acting from kindness, but for good reputation and image. People who manipulate other people for fun. Pretty people who manipulated others to get away scot-free.

Moving into Japan wasn't any different until Himiko. And seeing Himiko suffer by a superficial group of men cause a wreck in your tranquil consciousness and your self-prioritization. Like those young men, where girls constantly fawn over since your arrival in your new school, struck a nerve. You're tired of hearing their crappy conversations.

Thunderous footsteps barged into Tenjiku's direction.

Sanzu, who was laughing with his friends, didn't hear from someone in the crowd, calling out to him. Even when everyone is watching in silence.

"Sanzu!" someone said in panic.

Loudness of your footsteps became closer to reach Tenjiku's ears.

Sanzu pivoted his head over from someone's voice as he saw you brought your arms down in a fast motion and struck hard against Sanzu's visage, as Sanzu's body knocked down in a flash that no one realized he's already down with a sharp thud.

Behind you, Sanzu's fans screeched, as if he's gone for good.

You swung again for a greater impact, but this time the taller guy with two-braided hair and violet eyes grasped the book you held, to put to a stop, with ease.

He smiled at you. "I think you've done enough, sweetheart," he said in a cool voice.

Swiftly, he confiscated your book.

"I'll be taking this with me," he said with a sincere grin. "Rindou, Kakucho, drop Sanzu off at the nurse's office. Looks like he took a big blow."

Kakucho and Rindou carried Sanzu and wrapped his arms over their shoulders, and dragged unconscious away, and Bonten is nowhere to be seen, which leaves you stranded. As you turned around, everyone who saw the scene, backed away from you, whispering.

"She's a psychopath," one girl said.

"I knew we're right not to be friends with that red-headed freak," the other girl said.

"I guess it proves everyone's theory about how red-haired chicks are always the craziest ones."

The rest of the day, you kept quiet throughout the school hours, and the people around you kept whispering whilst laid their eyes on you, even your head is turned.

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Day by day, you became the hot topic of everyone's discussion. That and Tenjiku. Day by day, girls who are waiting for Sanzu's recover, he received complimentary of pink flowers and well-decorated letters. Some were loving. Some were casually friendly, telling Sanzu to go well soon. As Tenjiku strolled by, all of their admirers clapped about their heroic bravery.

Himiko get a treatment from the nurse's office. As for you, you received nothing but a cold glares, unafraid to talk about you whether you're in front of them or behind your back. Everyday, you cleaned your desk, from earning profanity written in thick, black ink, with rubbing alcohol and wet wipes.

Nine days later, as you approached towards your shoe locker, unlocking it, you received a bunch of sharp push pins, mini dolls version of you and ripped papers.

Cursing to yourself, you picked up the papers, realizing these are the letters from Sanzu's fans, all contained in red ink, somewhat intentionally resembled as if the slanders were written in blood.

"Apologize to my husband!"

"Freak!"

"Loyal Mad Dog is coming to get you. You better watch out!"

"I wish you got injured instead of him!"

"You're better off gone. Nobody likes you."

"Slut."

"Bonten isn't going to hold back the next time they see you."

"I can't believe you touched my beloved Ran. Apologize to him, too!"

"You're a monster to the society. We don't need you here!"

"Red-headed bitch!"

"We're going to avenge him by taking you out."

"When you read this, I want you to repent and wish that you have never been born. You're a disgrace."

"We don't need a new student. Everything is perfect when you're not here!"

"Himiko should've been honored from talking to Sanzu, and you ruined her spotlight."

"You ruined everything. Go take a leap."

You drew a long, shuddering sigh. Oh, boy. These people are getting on my nerves. They nearly ruined my shoe locker. If only I have a lighter to burn these stupid letters.

Crumpling the papers, you dumped them into trash can and drew a spit on it, then proceeding to go to the classroom. Before entering, you heard a couple of girls outside the classroom, gossiping regarding you.

"What should we do?" the girl with pigtails said.

"We have to take her out," the other girl with an awful cut bangs suggested.

"By what? We're not allowed to bring anything that causes us expulsion."

"You know what they say, "eye for an eye"," the third girl with ponytail said with sinister smile. "We have to bring a thick book to smash her down that she won't be conscious anymore."

"Oh, that's a good idea," the girl with pigtails clapped with joy.

"All we have to do is to steal the same book that Ran took from her and beat the shit out of her slutty existence."

"I'll go post it on social media, for everyone to see how stupid she is."

"And how stupid she looks."

Girls's roaring laughter echoed.

Regardless you entered the said hall and bumped three girls on purpose, which you earned a delightful sound of pain coming from them.

"Watch where you're going, bitch."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act so slutty," you said. "I guess by now you're trying to act like a victim and pin the blame on me."

"What?" the girl with pigtails said.

"What the hell are you talking about? We were just talking about what we're going to eat today," the girl with ponytail said.

"By eating you mean trying to beat the shit out of me with the book that Ran took from me and try to knock me unconscious with?" you smiled, seeing their faces grew mortified.

You went near them and gave your book to one of the girls, but the girl shoved it back. "I don't want your stupid book!"

"Oh? I thought you said you wanted to beat the shit out of me after taking the book from Ran. If you wanted to beat me, you could've just asked. We could post a video about it, too!" you said with a hysterical laughter.

Three girls slowly backed away, their forearms signaled a slight twitch.

"I never said that," the girl with bangs said.

"Yeah, you're wrong--you misheard us!"

"Go on," you said, shoving it back and angled one of the girls' hands, guided at your face. "Beat me, injure me," you added with a menacing smile, eyes widened, you felt your blood sparked like fireworks. You were angry, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to get over with this shenanigans. "Then you could finally be a hero and tell your dear future husband Sanzu and Ran about this." You smile grew wider, and your features grew distinctly sharp and clouded in void. Your grey eyes were no longer alive and friendly, rather cold and dark.

Hollow.

"You have no right to talk down to us just because we look different from you," the girl with ponytail yowled.

You ignored her. "Go ahead. Don't act like a sensitive coward. Show me how you're going to beat me--show me what's like to have a victorious moment of getting 'eye for an eye' for me. Avenge them by taking me out," I coaxed them.

"Show me!" you yelled in English, patience wearing thin.

All three girls screamed and scrammed.

"Oh, if you ever get my book back, make sure it's clean so you can beat me when no one is around to witness my karma!" you shouted loudly and cheerily for the screaming girls to hear.

When you finally let your method acting of being a cynical maniac down, your tears threatened to fall. You couldn't be confident to face anyone anymore.

I'm such a disgrace. I shouldn't have made another mistake.

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During lunchtime, you weren't in the classroom. You couldn't stand their mumbles anymore. Staying at the rooftop would be the best alternative for you to remain sane around idiots in an educational system.

You didn't bother listen to music, neither reading. Every time you hold a book, your classmates backed away from you. All you do is to sit there and think about how you're going to talk to your parents about switching schools once they have spare time. But even you do, bad record follows you everywhere, there's no way to change or erase it.

Instead of a promised stilled life of you minding your own business--your personal quiet time in your world, you received a negative attention from admirers, schemers and liars alike.

Behind you, the rooftop's door creaked.

"If you come here to scold me about how I hit their precious husband, I'll try to find a way to redeem myself," you said without looking back.

"You don't have to redeem yourself," a voice replied.

"Himiko," you said, then looking back at the clear sky. "Why are you here?"

"I was worried about you," Himiko said, standing closer.

"Sanzu recovered," you said. "I overheard it from your friends. They're celebrating about now."

Himiko shook her head. "You weren't being your usual self whenever I try to talk to you."

You ignored her, playing with the hem of your school skirt.

"You've been ignoring me for ten days, and you're trying to ignore me now. Why?"

"Because if I talk to you, your friends will think you'll become like me. They'll cast you out if you try to associate with a disgusting bitch like me," your voice croaked, but keep it hidden. "They're right. I should know my place instead of putting up with someone else's. I should've let them walk all over me whenever there's a chance."

Himiko shook her head once more. "They're all talk and no bite. What you're doing in the first place is right. None of my friends ever stood up for me once. Yeah, I'm clumsy, but I try my best to repair the mistakes I made."

"Those guys are going to think you're a lamb to a slaughter," I remarked. "You saw how they look; they aren't going to hold back if there's no people around."

"That doesn't matter. It matters most when you defended me. Even though smacking Sanzu's head can make everyone as your enemy, but I believe you did a right choice. He's a total nut-job."

You scoffed in amusement. "True."

Himiko sat beside you. "Don't act tough. I know you're in pain on the inside. Because of the result, I'm really and truly sorry."

You waved it off. "It's nothing."

Himiko placed a hand over your right shoulder. "It's not nothing," Himiko protested. "I believe if something happen to the person I enjoy befriending with, I would get angry, too."

"What exactly did happen?" you asked.

"I was trying to get back into the classroom."

You tilt your head to the side. "How?"

"After getting my favorite drinks, I try to go back to the main route, but everyone blocked the route, so I took the shortcut instead. It was a mess. I was trying to take the stairs. Then by the time I reached to the second floor, my friend tried to talk to me about how Rindou acknowledge her, and the mistake was I kept looking at her while opening my favorite drink because I was too tired from climbing up the stairs."

"And that's where you hit them by accident?"

Himiko lowered her eyes. "Yes."

"If anything, it's your friend's fault. She shouldn't have forced you to look at her while you're walking. My parents always said to look forward while walking. Otherwise, you'll get into an accident."

"You're talking as if I'm driving a car."

"Same rule apply. When walking, make sure you're safe. But I shouldn't say this to you. It's your friend who's at fault."

"You have a point." Shoving into her lunch box, she unveiled her lunch first, then she pulled out another bento contained with a wrapped foil for you to grab.

"What this?" you inquired.

Himiko gave you an encouraging look, watching you as you unwrapped the foil. Hot steam floating near your face as you smelled a familiar scent of hamburger and crispy onion rings.

"For me?"

"Yeah, I tried to cook it yesterday. I had to get it right a bunch of times." Himiko inserted white rice into her hungry mouth. "This is my way of thanking you."

"It--it looks good," you said. Then you took a huge bite of the burger, and your tears fell past to your cheeks and mingled the iron taste with the salty meat in your tongue.

"I'm such a disgrace," you said, sobbing quietly.

Himiko pressed her flat palm against your back, then patted your head three times. "I'm sorry that I cause ruckus when you're reading. I should've respect your privacy."

"You're the only one who's nice to me," you said, struggling to fight back against the hot and twisted feeling in your throat; tears were settling in.

"It's okay, (y/n), I'm here for you," Himiko said, then handing you the cold drink of a mango flavored milk. "I don't care what everyone said. What you did was right."

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"Anything, Koko?" Ran inquired with his folded arms over his chest.

Kokonoi's fingers clicked onto the keyboard. "Not yet."

Out of nowhere, Ran snorted.

Kokonoi stopped typing; his right hand controlled the mouse and maneuvered. "Is there something on my face?"

"No," Ran said, still chuckling. "I still can't stop thinking about how Sanzu being called as a 'pink twig'."

"It's because he doesn't have an ass," Rindou chimed in, leaning his back against the wall. "You need to build a muscle."

"But my face is pretty," Sanzu interjected. "Girls tend to like my scars."

"Your face is the only thing you can make up with," Ran replied, deadpan. "We should go to the gym sometime. If girls sees you with a round ass and not just your pretty face, chances are you'll get hit on twice as much as I have on the regular basis."

"Give me your ass, then,” Sanzu said, groaning in anger.

Ran let out an exasperated breath. "Anyway. So Kakucho, anything with that special lady of yours?"

"What lady?" Kakucho said, organizing a file of papers from the file cabinet.

"Mariko," Ran answered. "She's a real cutie! I see the way you look at her, thinking that she's the only girl in this school."

Kakucho closed the file cabinet. "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh-oh, I think someone's in denial," Ran said in a sing-song voice, clicking his tongue.

"Who's in denial," Kokonoi asked.

"Kakucho," Ran said. "Trouble in paradise."

It's not a paradise anymore, Kakucho thought.

"A lover's quarrel...?" Kokonoi assumed.

"Rejection," Kakucho confirmed. "She told me she got a boyfriend, and that she doesn't want to associate with me anymore."

Ran's jaw dropped open, producing a dramatic gasp. "NO!"

"Why?" Rindou joined in.

"Because of my popularity...because of the admirers. She'll get into trouble if she decides to stay by my side."

"Aww." Ran marched towards Kakucho to give a playful pinch on Kakucho's cheeks. "Look at you, talking like you're Romeo! You lost your Juliet!"

Kakucho smacked Ran's hands away. "Cut it out, it's no big deal."

"'No big deal, he says'," Ran said, facing everyone. Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Izana was eating his full-set meal, watching everyone with a pair of dark violet eyes.

"I found her," Kokonoi's voice went loud.

"Found who?" Rindou separated himself from the wall.

"The information regarding to the new girl," Kokonoi said, beckoned a signal for Rindou to inspect the new girl's records regarding her background and her previous life.

"Apparently she moved here not too long ago," Rindou announced.

"She's from a different country," Kokonoi said.

"From where?"

"America," Kokonoi answered. "Apparently she got straight A's in all of her classes."

"There's nothing special about that," Sanzu retorted, grouching.

"Is it that girl--the one who hit Sanzu, the one with red hair and grey eyes?" Ran questioned.

"The one and only," Kokonoi answered, scrolling down. "She got perfect attendance, her extra curricular is good. No set of bad records."

"In other words, she's a goody two shoes," Rindou assumed.

"Not quite," Kokonoi replied, because if she's a goody two shoes, that means her presence in social media is absent."

"And how does that connect to her school life?"

Immediately, Kokonoi typed the new girl's social media account on Instagram. "Take a look of this." He angled the monitor screen towards the Haitani brothers. Rindou spotted the screen with excitement. "Holy shit," Rindou said, nearly groaning. Rindou slapped Ran's back. "Ran, Ran!"

"What?" Ran was busy adjusting his hairstyle at the mirror.

"You gotta see this," Rindou suggested, a hint of enthusiasm in his tone.

Ran followed his younger brother's suggestion and his went wide. He blew a long, approval whistle. "Damn, she's wearing a lingerie.”

"She's a model," Kokonoi informed. "And she has these..."

Kokonoi played a video of you in a skin-tight dress, and what it appears to be having a large tattoo on your underboobs. "She has at least 300k followers on Tiktok, also."

Rindou also blew a whistle. "She's fucking hot."

"Who would've known she hid underneath that innocent persona she has," Takeomi added, having another cigarette. "Kakucho, you gotta see this!"

"I wonder if she's secretly a dominatrix," Ran tapped his index finger onto his chin with wonder.

"Ran," Rindou scolded.

"What? I'm just admiring her red luscious hair and those grey eyes. I'd take her to my bed. Is her hair color and her eye color even real?

"She just hit Sanzu a couple of days ago."

"She can spank me, and I'd still say 'thank you'. I don't mind her taking over the bed. I could do a couple of rounds with her, pulling her long hair. If she said she wants to sleep on the bed, I'll gladly take the couch after sex."

"You wouldn't bring her onto your bed," Rindou reminded, "because you love your bed more!"

"Based on her hair color, does she also taste like candy?"

Rindou slammed his hand onto his face. "Ran, you're so hopeless."

With curiosity, Ran reached for the book he confiscated from her. "It's not in Japanese, and it's not a right-to-left format. How the hell can she lift this thing?"

Kokonoi reached the thick book from Ran, and used his camera phone for a translation. "She has good taste."

Ran's brows flicked upwards. "What?"

"I translated the book title she was holding. I didn't know she's into Game of Thrones," Kokonoi said, impressed. "I've seen a couple of trailers and reviews, some of the people I knew are watching this show, but I never get a chance to watch it on my spare time."

"I got hit by that stupid book," Sanzu complained.

Kokonoi returned the book back to Ran. "How's Kakucho doing?"

"Still heartbroken," Ran replied, examining the large material. He faced Kakucho. "Want to see this?"

"I can't read English," Kakucho said.

"I didn't ask if you can read English," Ran said, walked over Kakucho's spot. "I don't think I could ever return this book to her."

Kakucho's brow arched. "Why not?"

"You saw how she pushed Sanzu, and it also affected me and Rindou."

"Yup, she's a strong girl," Kakucho commented, rolling his eyes.

"And she's really pretty, right?"

Kakucho said nothing.

"I know you're still hung up on Mariko, but you've got to look at this girl. She's insanely beautiful!"

Kakucho changed the subject. "Who's going to return the book to her, then?"

"Ran," Sanzu said.

"I don't want to," Ran said, pouting.

"Then why did you do it in the first place?" Kakucho asked.

"Because things are going to get worse if she still keeps it."

"Are you suggesting that she has to get her book back instead of you returning it?" Shion assumed.

Ran shrugged. "Maybe."

"What do you think, Boss?" Sanzu inquired, hands behind his head, relaxing over the frame of his office chair.

Ran slid the book across the black marbled table at Izana.

As he took the last bite of his favorite snack, he caught it with his flat palm placed atop of the hardcover book.

Swallowing the last portions of the food, Izana said, "Bring her in."

Taglist: @colored-tr-panels & @galactict3a

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kellyscowboy · 1 year ago

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“You’re so cute when you start babbling without realizing."

Javey 👀

sorry for the late response!! been a wee bit busy & am still struggling w/ writers block lol || the prompt list

Mouth. That was David's nickname. One he had earned from sassing off to other newsboys one too many times. Contrary to what his nickname suggests, David doesn't like talking. Really, if Jack would let him, he would try—and probably fail—to keep his big mouth shut.

He was truly scared of his words, of what he could instigate by the simple act of speaking. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to do was say something, off-handedly, and land himself in another stressful situation. While the strike wasn't something he regretted (anymore), while it was happening he couldn't help but think about all of the bruises he wouldn't have gotten if he could've just kept his mouth shut.

And, to add onto everything else, he knew he talked too much. It was a miracle, really, that the other's haven't yelled sewed his mouth shut. Button's had probably suggested it before, though he figured no-one took his offer seriously.

David had made it a point to stop talking as much. For the greater good, he said. But he really couldn't help himself around certain people. Mostly his family, and Medda. And sometimes particular newsboys, one's who understood his struggle and eagerly blabbered with him. Like Mike, and sometimes Finch, on certain topics.

Even then, he could hold himself back. He never let the conversations get too far and he never fully let himself go.

But then there was Jack. And there was something about the boy that made him far too easy to talk to. Something about him let David let his guard down, without even thinking about it.

"And so when the air get's like that- Oh." David stopped in the middle of his rant. He turned to look at Jack, who looked back at him like he was the whole universe. It made David uneasy. "Sorry, Jack. I didn't realize I was talking so long. I've probably made you miss something important."

Jack snorted. "Somethin' important? Yeah, I gotta meeting with the mayor. Can't believe you've kept me this long." The boy looked down at his wrist, pretending like he had a watch.

"Jack-"

"Dave." Jack mocked. "You ain't even been talkin' longer than 10 minutes. Besides. You're really cute when ya start babbling without realizing."

David went red. "You don't have to lie to me, Jack. I know I can get annoying and boring. Especially when I start talking about stuff you don't know."

"I don't know half the stuff ya talk to me about. Don't bother me none. I just like listenin' to ya talk." Jack paused. "I know ya try 'n hold ya-self back with the others. Makes me feel sorta special when ya start rambling to me."

"Oh-'

"And ya words ain't nothing, Dave. Even when ya use big words and nothin' you're sayin' makes any sense. They mean everything to me, really."

David wanted to curl up and die, because Jack was stripping back every layer of him and placing him out for everyone to see.

"Go on, Dave. Tell me 'bout the air and clouds."

The boy smiled, his walls slowly cracking. "Okay, well-"

#i didnt know how to end this #very sorry #uhhh #IDK #idk how to feel abt this tbh #the writers block is blocking ew #javid #javey #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

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tiredassmage · 2 years ago

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7 & 8 for the swtor asks? :)

Saving this for after work was the correct choice (and also I overslept, oops >.>) bc bOY WERE WE BUSY. So thank you, this kept me a bit more sane, lol.

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7. Which player voice actor is your favorite and your least favorite?

To probably no one who has seen an ounce of my content ever, I'd listen (and... have... by playing) to the Male Agent for hours. I think I'm up to 3 male agent ocs and the urge to make more? Constant. Inescapable. More than likely inevitable, tbh. I'm a glutton for the punishment of Imperial Agent story, apparently. Just leave me where I lie, there is no saving to be done.

Female Smuggler gets an honorable mention as well because I adore her. I adore the humor of smuggler. I adore the sass, the take no shit.

THEY HAVE THE RANGE!

Anyway, my least favorite is... probably either of the Jedi Knights, I think. Side by side, they don't feel as distinguishable from one another as some of the other classes. The job is done; I've played both at least through the class story and I wouldn't mind doing it again just looking at voice acting, but I feel like other classes have a bit more pop and variety. Or maybe I've just played my Knights too predictably akdfnlksdnflsdf.

8. Name your top favorite companions.

Oh man. Oh boy. How do I pick??? Y'know what, maybe I'll choose violence. Maybe I'll pick my favorite from every class. I've played them all. I could do that. (It's just as daunting to consider as it may be to read.)

Preface: I think my faves are largely story-based in my reasoning - I like their story, I like how they're engaged in the story, etc. Very rarely do I swap companions because of a felt need in gameplay given everyone's capability to do anything, but I have done so for story reasons.

Okay, I decided I'm insane enough to try to pick one from each, so since that's quite a list, find that beneath the cut:

We'll start with Agent, my beloved, and Vector. The Friend The Agent Needs. No more need be said. I want to hug them. I hope he's having a good day. One day, I'll do his romance, too. Dot stop playing male agents challenge. (I'm such a creature of habit.)

Bounty Hunter's a tough call because I found myself fond of practically the whole damn crew. Real found family vibe. Idk if I love one of them so much over the other as much as I just appreciate the crew's dynamic overall so, so much. The level of interaction and mingling with the crew just felt so much higher or hit so much harder than a lot of the others that I'd rank BH as a class story relatively high on my list solely for companion interactions.

For Sith Warrior, again, to little surprise if you've heard me open my mouth, Malavai Quinn. Ironically and slightly unironically my "he did nothing wrong" bastard. I'm, unfortunately, so incredibly attracted to this smart idiot of a man. The repression of feelings to explosion of passion and dedication in his romance is chef's kiss kind of shit. They're lying if they're trying to convince me that this man isn't a disaster bisexual. He's just. So insanely pretty. I'll forgive him even if I ever make a character that won't.

I think Talos is probably my favorite Inquisitor companion. Whoever said we were robbed because we don't have an Inquisitor x Talos romance in-game? You're so right. Dude has a cool name. Love this history nerd. He's so incredible. I am so pleased he was still being bright and bubbly on Elom. Miss him.

Trooper is hands down Elara. Constantly tip-tapping like a very excited, happy dog when I see I can talk to best girl. I love her story. Her romance is incredibly sweet. She's the single thing that got me through a 2nd Trooper playthrough.

Smuggler's another no competition in favor of Bowdarr. I want to give this Wookie so. many. hugs.

Kira Carsen for Jedi Knight. Again, no competition. The friendship is so, so sweet.

And Jedi Consular is a tough one to round out on. I have a lot of love for basically the whole crew, but I think I'll have to go with Qyzen for being bestie original MVP. I'm so glad we get to build a friendship with him because I don't think we get to see Trandoshans in quite this same light anywhere else in the game.

And also Theron Shan. I can't do this list without him. Sir, I'd die for you. Sometimes you're an idiot and I love you. Insert, after all, why shouldn't I romance Theron again meme here.

Honorable mention to Major Anri. I'm love her. If I have to fuck with her directly in saboteuring of the Empire, I'm going to feel SO many emotions. Keep me in your thoughts kan;fladnkfl;dsf.

#answered #swtor #swtor player asks #dot talk

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universalzones · 1 month ago

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"I'm not talking about some petty thief's or two bit chumps. I'm talking about the worst of the worst who clearly aren't doing anything to change, and that's a small fucking list. Eggman, Mimic, and Clutch, that's three people. I want a fucking line Sonic. A line of when enough is enough. You want to try and loop me in with them? How many people have I killed? How many times have I ACTUALLY ruled the world? How many illegal operations do I run? HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE I FUCKED OVER, KIDNAPPED, AND TURNED THEM IN SOME CYBORG FREAKs?!" Surge was clearly done trying to be calm.

"Where's the fucking line Sonic?! When do you say enough is enough and STOP trying to save the people who just keep hurting everyone and the world over and over?! How many times does someone like me or Kit have to happen before you realize not everyone can fucking change?! No, you always act like there's nothing wrong and that everything is fine! IT'S NOT!" The tenrec couldn't keep her cool, though didn't want to punch Sonic. So she dash's over to the nearest wall and punch's full force, making a hole bigger than her. The speedster breathing was rapid, though slowly calmed down.

"I know I already said that, though I don't think you understand how it really feels. You're trying to do it because you think it's helpful, though it ain't. All it does is make it feel like you're just ignoring the problem, which is me." Surge could say her issues were all from Starline, though they weren't. Maybe a good chunk of them, though the tenrec couldn't blame it all on him. "I'm not asking for a fucking pity party, though do something that crack a joke or smile. Be fucking angry or upset, shit maybe even be a bit sad at what's happened. I don't fucking know." The tenrec felt like she was losing her mind.

"Just, stop ignoring the fucking problem. Can you honestly say you don't feel some sort of way about me? Yeah, I know you put most of it on Starline, though the whole Eggman tech Wisp stuff was me. Working with Clutch was me. Shit, it was me that ended up making your gear go all weird at the start of the Grand Prix. Give me something, anything." Surge wasn't sure where she was going with this. There was much more important shit to do, yet the tenrec couldn't let it go.

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To saw Rowan was caught off guard was an understatement, barely enough focus and time to kick Mimic off from the noise. The lemur's eardrums felt like they were going to burst if this kept going on, though he did notice all the normal sized Wisp back off, looking at each other confused. At least they seemed to grab the Wisp Mimic had in his hand.

The large Wisp would wrap a tentacle around both of them and finally stopped the noise now that she had them both to where they couldn't run. Then it began looking between them, not seeming very amused about this. "🕈︎♒︎♓︎♍︎♒︎ □︎■︎♏︎ □︎♐︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ □︎■︎♏︎ ♒︎◆︎❒︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⧫︎♒︎□︎⬧︎♏︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎❒︎♏︎■︎✍︎" This was getting tiresome.

"Look, I'm sure you just asked who's who, though I don't think the other guy is going to be very willing to give himself up. I have one of the shadow Wisp's that's been traveling with me though, I'm sure they can tell I'm the real one." Rowan knew just saying he wasn't Mimic wouldn't cut it.

The Wisp raised a brow, seeming not to completely believe Rowan, though began looking around yet none of the Wisp came up. That's when she noticed one was missing, looking out of the Shadow Void, seeing them trying to open a portal with other Wisp and two Mobians. "🕈︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♎︎♑︎♏︎♒︎□︎♑︎ ✋︎🕯︎❖︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♋︎❒︎♎︎ ♋︎♌︎□︎◆︎⧫︎✍︎" She'd open a portal up to allow the Wisp as well as Sonic and Surge to enter.

Sonic's body tensed up as Surge laid a ton on him, and on some level He didn't even completely disagree with her. Some people wouldn't change no matter how badly you walloped them. He never thought Eggman would change and the two tried to kill one another all the time. the only thing that kept him from offing Tinker was because deep down he wanted to believe he'd reformed even if it was amnesia. Tinker was not Eggman and he couldn't bring himself to do it. His eyes closed as he turned to lock his eyes on Surge a moment later. His stance more defensive and as a whole he dropped the joking antics for a more serious talk with her.

" Alright... let's assume i agreed to your way of thinking. Ok I kill Eggman, he's an enemy i get that. Say we off Mimic he'll never change either right? Clutch is no better... he's a criminal war lord right? What about Rough and Tumble? held some folks hostage... idiots maybe but guess we off those two... Gmerl... Shadow... Chaos.... all of them did bad things in the past... so they get killed to. "

her dropped his arms and looked her dead in the eyes with a serious look in them.

" What about you and kit? you hurt people to... better get rid of you both just in case. You see that's the issue with killing Surge where does it end? and the more you do it the easier it gets. That's the real problem with killing--- It's not that it's hard to do Surge. it's just to damn easy... and then when you stand on that mountain of bodies, all alone... with the world cowering in fear! can you still look yourself in the eyes and say it was worth it? "

Sonic took a deep breath and run his hand down his face, having to let his anger go. Cause he was mad, he was angry because he knew deep down Surge was better then this. He knew she was. he'd seen it during the grand Prix. Her smile, her drive to do the right thing! But here she was falling back down and giving into Starlines program.

" ... I can't let you do it Surge... even if he's the worst. We don't get to make that judgement. We can't... no matter how much you think this is the answer... It's not. Don't do this... and please don't make me fight you again not over this... I don't want to fight over this... but i will if i have to ..."

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Mimic didn't like the way that Giant wisp was looking at him! the closer it got the more worried he got. His eyes shifted to Rowan and he realized what was about to happen! in an act of utter desperation! Mimic bolted across the platform toward Rowan and TACKLED him! Rolling across the platform! as his body shifted into Rowan! a second before the room was filled with that horrific scream!

He stopped dead in his tracks and held his ears! taking every once of his will power to hold his shape! his only and last hope was to confuse the Wisps over which one of them was the real Rowan! If he could just convince them he was the real deal, maybe he could escape!

Truthfully? It was an act of desperation! He had no other options and the Wisp mother seemed furious!

#atangledfate #Surge the Tenrec #speed of lightning brawler #Rowan the Lemur #dangerous fighting uncle #Momma Wisp #rp #ic #oc #IDW Sonic

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plutothe-pup · 2 years ago

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hello. pip obviously! piplo! moon donkey! greg/nemo!!

I accept no arguments for these take them as you will.

Pip: 78. If Walls Could Talk - 5 Seconds of Summer

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard So if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word Yeah, when the doors are all closin', it's bound to get loud 'Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to sound If these walls could talk I'd hope they wouldn't say anything Because they've seen way too many things 'Cause we'd fall from grace, we're falling Yeah, we'd fall from grace If these walls could talk

Now I know what you're saying. This song is about people shacking up. Yes. It's also hinting at keeping your mouth closed and 'Pip's the gossip Queen' yes yes, but hear me out. He's out here airing everyone else's dirty laundry, but always trying to keep his own under wraps, and quite frankly I think it's just the irony of the cycle. Plus I think if there's one thing Pip might not want to be the talk of the town it's whatever messy 'romance' he's got going on rn. The real romance (his crushes, his kisses with Jeremy, etc) not the fake projected stuff. Plus it's a banger.

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Piplo: 2. Bad Omens - 5 Seconds of Summer

I cried in your dark brown eyes for the thousandth time 'Cause you love somebody I died when you left that night for the thousandth time 'Cause you love somebody else I tried to stop the door as it was closing It was closing Can't help the way I keep ignoring every omen Every omen Heaven knows I should let go It's nothing that I don't already know

We go 'round again, we jump back in bed That's what you do when you love somebody These bad omens, I look right through them That's what you do when you love somebody

Tell me this song ain't them. Again, we have to ignore the 5SOS banging themes, and instead redirect to the fact that PIP HAD ZERO REASON TO LET THIS STRANGE MAN STAY IN HIS HOUSE. HE IS A WALKING RED FLAG. Not to mention that every time that Milo has done something stupid, Pip might get upset. Might get mad. But then he just forgives. Moves on. CAN'T HELP THE WAY I KEEP IGNORING EVERY OMEN.

Buddy just ignoring his gut feeling about housing a criminal murder because - that's what you do when you love somebody. (else)

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Moon Donkey: 43. Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own - U2

I'm not going to list all the lyrics I find fitting because there's a lot. Like 80% of the song.

This is one of my favorite U2 songs (obviously bc it's on here) but I would call it a Moon Donkey song too. It's one of those songs that's about wanting to help someone you love but feeling helpless to do so - which sometimes (...more than sometimes) I feel like Jun and Greg feel, even if they don't realize they're helping each other much more passively than they think. Just the act of them being together and supporting each other does more than words or actions, because truly sometimes you can't make it on your own and you just need a FRAND.

Technically this is the version that is on my wrapped so - you get that one.

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Greg/Nemo:

Ooh. This one was HARD - mostly because Greg and Nemo are more of a background established relationship than anything else and also because of my SONG CHOICES. Hm.

I will give them...

47.Starting Line - Luke Hemmings.

In and out of focus, moments that I keep Something for the pain and something so I sleep Won't you comfort me? Warm the air that I breathe Visceral in doses, hiding in the seams Standing on the sun and I don't feel a thing Won't you comfort me? Take the fear I don't need

I wake up every morning with the years ticking by I'm missing all these memories, maybe they were never mine I feel the walls are closin', I'm running out of the time I think I missed the gun at the starting line

Tell me, am I broken? I can never leave Biting on my tongue and checking if it bleeds Oh, is it lost on me? All the things I believe Something like an omen I can never keep Moving on and on, so very bittersweet Is it lost on me? All the things I don't need

I feel like it just encompasses a struggle that they both kind of go through together (but separately), and don't actually discuss. The feeling of not being good enough. Not working hard enough. Not doing enough. The ongoing struggle of being left behind in a lot of aspects of life.

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#meme #ask #music #x; Piplo #x; Moon Donkey #remember when I said the diversity would be low #prime example

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milleraudrey · 3 years ago

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You staring at them with eyes full of love <3

Genshin characters caught you staring at them!

Characters: Childe, Zhongli, Eula, Yae Miko x gn. reader (all separated)

This will be my first post! So please don't judge too much. There might be grammar errors! :') M

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Childe

You and Ajax we're setting and casually chatting at your shared dinner table. Ajax usually kept telling you how his day was at work, Tartaglia would be the same if he wouldn't tell you how many people he scared today with Fatui arrival.

But at the moment, you didn't care how many people and what he did today by the way? You just keep staring at him with eyes full of love. he's just so handsome, your heart flies to the moon when he laughs. How can you be so lucky? You think that your eyes shaped as hearts right now.

- If you only saw his face! Hahahah...ha? Y/N? You here?

- Mhm, keep talking...im listening..

-Okay, but why are you staring at me, I haven't seen you blink, heh

- Cause I love you so much I can't not to look at you, Ajax.

And boom, he lost it. Childe, 11th of Family Harbingers right now blushing in front of you! You just boosted his ego even higher than it was already. Do you know when people switch to their native language when they are mad? He swithced, but not because he's mad but because he's so happy right now he can't think straight!

It's not like you never give him compliments, just right now he sees that loving stare you have and he just "boom"

- Y/N... боже, что ты со мной делае��ь... ( goodness, what are you doing to me..)

- Huh? Did I just make you blush? How cute~ That is a rare thing.

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Zhongli

You visited him while he was working. You don't chat with him a lot because you don't want to get him distracted from work. You just want your loving husband faster at home.

You sitting in front of him and adoring his face. You were just captivated by his amber eyes, they are so pretty, how could you not? Of course, he notices that, how could he not? Everyone would feel the stare especially when it's from your lover. He even slightly stared blushing

- Darling, if you keep staring at me with heart-shaped eyes I- .

You've looked up at him and still with heart-shaped eyes. Oh, Archon doesn't know what to say? Your face for him right now is just something beyond this world.

You've noticed a blush on his face. And how much he tries to go back to concentrate or work but you don't let him!

You've noticed a slight blush on his face

- Did I stare too much? Sorry, you are just so pretty.

Oh no, he wants you to look at him, he feels so loved at the moment! Don't get me wrong, you give him love but today he's so tired and he missed that feeling of love today. But now you looking somewhere else right now, no!

That's it, he will finish his work tomorrow morning and that's because of you. But now only you in his head.

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Eula

- Y/N if you keep staring at me, we won't do anything productive. - She said as she proceeds to clean her weapon.

But you just can stop looking at her hands! They are just so elegant, and how these elegant hands can pick up heavy things?

You staring and just thinking "I'm so lucky with her..". She's just not strong, but she is also the most beautiful, smart, caring, loving person you've met!

When u looked up at her face you saw that she was slightly blushing!!

- Eula?

-What me?! That's you who kept staring at my hands while I was cleaning my weapon, and you staring with this weird smile on your face. That made me blush.... I've remembered it! You are now on my vengeance list!!

You just giggled because her vengeance probably will be shyly kissing you. But gave her a favour act as you scared )

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Yae Miko

- This new author's books are indeed good but the plot is pretty casual. Hmmm, we need to think about what to do to get 1st place again. What if we'll do a fantasyyy travelling book! I think that will do, oh, or maybe romance..?

How pretty looks that vision on her fluffy, pretty ears that you want to touch so much! And her eyes that look right at your face. wait, what?

- Y-yae!

- hm, why so nervous my love? Isn't you the one who was staring at my vision? Even when you have one. And what was that goofy smile on your face, that was adorable.

She leant closer to you

- Why are you blushing, Y/N? I love when you stare at me wish heart shaped eyes but I also love when you support our conversation.

She pecked your cheek and started again about her books. I guess with Yae it works differently than with others.

#genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #eula lawrence #Eula Lawrence fluff #Eula Genshin #Tartglia genshin #Tartaglia fluff #Childe Fluff #childe genshin impact #childe tartagalia #zhonglifluff #genshin impact x reader #zhongli genshin impact #yae fluff #yae miko fluff #yae miko genshin impact

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pureshoney · 8 months ago

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"i love how everything simply rounds back to you, and here i thought i was the narcissistic one," her head shakes as if she were actually making a revelation and was disappointed by it. even if tiffany was right that alix missed her and the things she had done while the femme was away were simply her acting out, the brunette simply could never admit such a thing out loud. besides, there was no reason to; it was clear tiffany already knew and convinced herself that was true. the other femme was just as stubborn as her, so even if alix were to put up a fight, it wasn't like her mind would be swayed. so let her believe whatever the hell she wants to believe. "yeah, i'm definitely gonna send it to you, babe," there wasn't actually a video; alix made damn sure of that. as much as she liked to open her legs, the last thing she'd ever do is allow a video of her to be taken just for the possibility that her cunt would end up circulating the internet. at least not without a fat payday. "but avocado is actually delicious… besides, i know i don't stick, considering your hand is shoved so deep inside me right now that i can't really tell where i end and you start," alix was sure she contributed to half the cities light pollution, but it's true. she actually doesn't give a fuck, alix doesn't give a fuck about many things. the only thing at the top of her priority list was making sure she looked pretty, which, granted, came naturally to her. so maybe she was the more narcissistic one of the pair. "when am i not being a fucking cunt, tiff? didn't you just call me the meanest bitch you know? besides … it makes you wet, so stop complaining about it, i bet if i reached under that dress of yours, you'd be dripping down your thighs," she manages to get that last sentence out before she turns into a moaning damn mess. if the music weren't so loud and the bass wasn't bouncing around the club, she's sure everyone's eyes would be on the pair and watching just how noisy, and intense her orgasm was. tanned legs try to meet as femme begins to come down from the climax of her orgasm, but the way tiffany's fingers continue to swiftly move in and out of her core writhing underneath her touch. "you think so? i'm kind of disheartened right now," full lower lips juts out into a pout, softening her gaze until hazel hues resemble those of a doe. of course, she's still talking shit even after tiffany stretched her out and made her reach orgasm faster than anyone else ever had, she wouldn't be alix if she didn't have any smart-assed remarks to make even in a state of vulnerability.

tiffany was possibly being over critical and privileged but fucking a nine to fiver? kind of made her stomach churn. "all i can say is you must have been really missing me alix because that, that alone is a cry for help." of course it irked her that her girlfriend had been fucked by some straight laced lawyer, but tiffany had managed to twist it inside her head — it had been some desperate attempt on alix's part to make her jealous, to rile her up so that this exact moment would happen between them. "sure, send it to me and i'll send it to every single partner in that firm he works at. i'm sure they'd love to see him grunting and groaning all over one of his rich clients", and god help the world because tiffany would. she'd go one step further too, dig in to who this man was and spread that hypothetical video to every family member and friend he had. "fuck the earth alix oh my god you sound like one of those annoying vegans who don't shower and eat avocado all day long", dark hues roll, a laugh bubbling from plump lips. if there was one thing tiff was sure of, it was that alix did not give a single shit about the world — perhaps she thought she was the world, everyone else just floating aimlessly around her. "you're being a cunt right now, so i don't even think this orgasm is going to make you shut your mouth . . . which means we'll have to try again, won't we?" it didn't matter that tiffany's own pussy was now soaking wet, flimsy black thong clinging to her folds and clit crying out for some attention. it was about proving a point to alix ; that tiffany was the only person who could please her like this, fuck her in a public space and make her cum so hard she almost saw stars. "mm that's it baby . . . " seeing her girl orgasm was probably one of the most arousing and beautiful things for tiff, how in those moments alix seemed like a sweet angel who wouldn't dream of talking back or rolling her eyes. tiff didn't stop her motions between the femme's legs, oh no, not yet. "shut up, if we were alone i would have done it way quicker than thirty", she snaps, free hand reaching for the beauty's chin, nails digging in to the soft flesh as she jerks alix's mouth toward her own, hand finally beginning to slow it's movements inside her drenched and used pussy.

#ringdcwns #usfw #alix / tiffany .

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rosiesung · 4 years ago

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7 Days || Y.JW

for @geminirules "Just Friends" collab

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Pairing: Jungwon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Friends to Lovers AU

Words: 3.63k

Warnings: Reader calls Jungwon a dick.

Synopsis: You are dared to pretend to be in a relationship with your best friend Jungwon. Initially, you go through with the childish challenge, knowing it will be insignificant to your friendship. But as the days pass, you begin to realise your true feelings for him. Will your revelations ruin your friendship? Or will something beautiful blossom because of them?

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"I dare you to pretend like you're dating Jungwon for a whole week."

You looked at your best friend with wide eyes, a similar expression of surprise on his face. There was no way you were going to do that. It would be way too awkward.

"Come on y/n. Don't be a party pooper. It's not like you guys are going to fall in love."

Of course things wouldn't turn out that way. No matter what, nothing would change the way you saw Jungwon. He would always remain your best friend and nothing more.

Jungwon looked too embarrassed to say anything. Both of you knew it was just a dare. What was the worst that could happen?

"Fine. Starting tomorrow Jungwon's my unofficial-official boyfriend," you announced, linking your arm with his. Jungwon hid his face in his hands as everyone around you screamed and cheered. This was going to be one interesting week.

☀︎ DAY 1 ☀︎

Since you only had to put on a show in front of your friends, you figured the best thing to do would be to hang out with Jungwon in solitude. He didn't have a problem with your plan. You both had been having playdates together ever since you were three. He was comfortable being alone with you.

Both of you met at your secret spot. A small grove behind the schoolyard. It was a place the two of you had found while skipping classes one day. Ever since then, this was where you spent time together whenever you needed some peace and quiet.

"I can't believe you actually agreed to this," Jungwon said, mindlessly plucking the grass he laid on. You sighed, staring at the row of trees beyond. "A dare's a dare. Besides, we have nothing to worry about because we don't have feelings for each other."

Jungwon sat up. "You know that we can't avoid all of them for the entire week right? They're literally planning to hang out at the cafe just so they can see us in the act." He sounded worried. There was no need to be.

"Of course I know that. So what? We'll let them see what they want to. It's not like they're going to make us kiss or something. The most we'll do is feed each other and hold hands."

Unlike Jungwon, you had already thought everything out. You knew how far to go while respecting the boundaries of your friendship. All Jungwon had to do was trust you.

He cringed in disgust at your words. "You're going to pay for landing me in this mess. We've barely even started and I already feel so miserable."

You patted his shoulder, flashing him an assuring smile. "You're not alone in your miser mister. After this is over, I'll do all your homework for you."

Jungwon laughed. "Learn how to do your own first. Then you can come and ruin mine."

☀︎ DAY 2 ☀︎

As Jungwon had predicted, your friends called you out to the cafe. Both of you were supposed to show up together. Jungwon met you a block away from the cafe, looking incredibly reluctant. "Are you sure you want to do this," he asked, just about ready to turn back around.

There was a determined look in your eyes. "Remember when he had to play Hansel and Gretel's parents for that play we did in preschool?" Jungwon nodded. He could never forget that day. "If we managed to get through that, we can get through this without a problem."

That made sense. Appreciative of your pep talk, Jungwon took your hand and whisked you away to the cafe.

By the time you reached your destination, both your hands were sweaty. Jungwon was just as nervous as you were. Not only because you had to pretend like you were dating, but also because your friends weren't going to miss the opportunity to tease you.

Seeing you two enter hand in hand, everyone began hooting and cheering. Jungwon's cheeks flushed almost immediately. You had to drag him towards the table you were supposed to sit at. "It's nice to see you two arriving together," one of your friends said, making space for you.

Taking a seat, you watched in horror as they placed a glass of juice with two straws in front of you both. No one had to explain what its purpose was. You glanced at Jungwon whose eyes were fixated on the glass hesitantly.

"If we get this over with now we'll be at peace," you whispered, leaning forward to place one of the straws between your lips. You looked away when Jungwon did the same, feeling the heat in his face on your cheek. You were certain you had never downed a drink so fast in your life. It didn't take long for you to finish the contents of the glass, quickly sitting back up to catch your breath. Your friends couldn't seem to get enough of the event, laughing and clapping avidly.

"You guys are so cute," some said. "Both of you would make such a nice couple in reality," said others.

Sitting there amongst your terribly evil friends, you wondered how you were going to get through the next five days with Jungwon.

☀︎ DAY 3 ☀︎

Your friends had invited you to another escapade at the park. You couldn't tell what they had in plan this time but you were sure it wasn't going to be enjoyable. At least this time, you and Jungwon didn't have to show up hand in hand.

When you reached the park, Jungwon was already there. Your friends beckoned you over, making you stand next to him.

"Now that our subjects have arrived, here's your to-do list. First, remain holding hands the entire time we are here. Second, Jungwon, give y/n your jacket if she starts feeling cold. Third, walk her back home and make sure you give her a nice, sweet little kiss before she goes inside."

Jungwon let out a noise of surprise. He wanted to run as far as he could and never come back. Holding your hand was fine. He had gotten used to it because of the previous day. He didn't mind giving you his jacket, but you were already wearing one so he didn't see why he would find the need to. Jungwon could do many things. But kissing you was not one of them. It didn't matter if it was on your cheek, your forehead, or the back of your hand, because there was no way on earth that he would bring his lips anywhere near yours.

What neither of you realized was that your friends were willing to go to the farthest lengths to make sure you went through with their tasks. They made you two walk in front of them so that they could see your hands intertwined. When the sun went down and the air started getting colder, they made you take your jacket off so that Jungwon would be left with no choice but to give you his. Just when it seemed like your night of torture would come to an end, they even made you share a single cone of ice cream. When it was finally time to go home, two of your friends followed behind you to make sure that Jungwon did his bidding. It was awkward enough walking through your neighborhood hand in hand. Those who knew you cast looks of confusion and surprise upon you two. Eventually, you reached your doorstep. Jungwon let go of your hand, standing in front of you. He looked everywhere but at you, avoiding your gaze. You glanced behind your shoulder, rolling your eyes when you saw your two friends filming you from behind your neighbor's car. They weren't even attempting to be discrete.

"Hurry up and kiss me already. This is too embarrassing," you urged, slapping Jungwon's arm. He sucked in a breath, pressing his lips in a thin line. "Do you think it's not for me? I mean, I'm the one who has to kiss you for heaven's sake."

"Stop pitying yourself and just get on with it. The longer we stand here the more reason they'll have to punish us tomorrow."

Jungwon stared at you long and hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours without a second thought. You froze, eyes going so wide they might have popped out of your head. Even though it was probably only for two seconds, it felt like an eternity. Time froze as you stood in the foreign feeling of his lips on yours. He pulled away almost immediately, skipping down your driveway as fast as he could with a short wave and 'good night'. Still stunned, you entered your home, breaking into a smile when you closed the door.

☀︎ DAY 4 ☀︎

The next day, Jungwon asked you to meet him at your secret spot. So far, your friends hadn't made any plans to get you together. You saw Jungwon sitting in the middle of the grove, laying down on the damp grass as he usually did. Walking over, you sat down beside him, flicking his forehead so that he would open his eyes.

He grinned on seeing you, sitting up with a soft groan. "So, how was your night?"

You furrowed your brows at the question. It wasn't like him to ask you things like that. But you decided to overlook it. Maybe he was still feeling a bit awkward after the kiss you both hard shared the previous night.

You shrugged. "It was fine. How was yours?"

"I couldn't sleep," he revealed. It sounded like he'd been dying to tell you. "Why's that," you asked, believing that you had an idea of the reason.

"Last night scarred me," Jungwon shared, pretending to gag. You didn't know why, but hearing him say that made your heart sink. Suddenly, you felt horrible. "Was it really that bad," you asked, genuinely curious to know what he thought of it. Jungwon nodded, making you feel even worse. "It was worse than I thought it would be," he added. Your eyes started stinging. A lump formed in your throat and the longer you held it back, the more it hurt. You knew you hadn't been eager to kiss him, but you would argue about how 'bad' it was. But bringing that up right now would just be stupid. Jungwon would misunderstand where you were coming for and that would just lead to another disaster entirely. You had told yourself that you weren't going to let this dare get to you, but four days in you were already slipping. The longer you sat there, listening to Jungwon whine and complain about everything he'd had to do with you so far, the harder it became to control your emotion. Not able to take it anymore, you got up abruptly and ran away, leaving Jungwon sitting there extremely puzzled.

☀︎ DAY 5 ☀︎

You didn't respond to any of Jungwon's calls or texts. You didn't have it in you to face him. He would be disappointed if he found out the real reason behind your sappy mood. So you were gonna wait till you got over it before facing him.

You still couldn't believe that you had been so affected by Jungwon saying that he hated the kiss. Despite telling yourself that you disliked it too, you couldn't help but think otherwise. There was something so magical about it. You had never felt that way because of a kiss before. Whenever you thought back to it, an exciting warmth rippled through your mind. Your heart danced in glee and a wide smile formed on your lips.

But you weren't supposed to feel that way. Jungwon was your best friend. Besides, he hadn't kissed you willingly. You didn't understand why it felt so special to you when it clearly meant nothing to him. You knew you couldn't blame him for that. His mind was wired to see you as nothing more than a friend. You found it hilarious. Here you were, realizing that you probably liked your best friend after having continuously assured yourself and him that something like that would never happen. The sad part was that Jungwon would never reciprocate your feelings. You were all alone in this.

A knock sounded at your window, startling you. Slipping out of your reverie, you glanced towards it, eyes widening in surprise when you saw Jungwon crouched before it. You didn't think twice before letting him in. He entered your room and stood in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You wanna explain what happened yesterday?"

You frowned and turned away shoulders slouching disinterestedly. "Is that what you came here for," you asked, regretting letting him in?

"Well did I have a choice? You've been blatantly ignoring me while all I've been trying to do is make sure you're alright," he said, stepping closer to you.

"I'm fine. If that's all you needed to hear, you can leave now," you replied. You didn't need him prying and prodding at you right now.

Jungwon stood his ground, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "No, you're not y/n. You aren't fine. Tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed and faced him. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to know."

Jungwon furrowed his brows. He didn't know what that meant. "I think I'll be the judge of that."

"It's you. You're bothering me," you spoke, narrowing your eyes at him. Jungwon hadn't been expecting that. But he didn't let the surprise show on his face. "What did I do?"

"You made me feel so worthless and undesirable. But that's not your fault. I can't blame you because you're right to think that way about me. I'm just pitying myself here and there's nothing you can do about it so please, just leave me alone." The tears were coming back again. You didn't want to break down in front of Jungwon. His face fell. He didn't know what to say to that. He thought you knew he was just being overdramatic. He seriously hadn't meant to hurt you. Before he could apologize, you turned to him. "I don't think I'll be good at keeping this a secret, so let me just tell you that I'm starting to catch feelings for you. If that makes you uncomfortable then you can leave. If you have something to say, just say it and go. But don't ask me why I feel the way I do because that's something I'm yet to figure out."

Jungwon was at a loss for words. He stood there, gaping at you like an open-mouthed fish before turning on his heel and exiting through your bedroom door. You heard your mother yelp on seeing him, probably wondering where he had shown up from. A part of you wished that he hadn't left, but the other was glad that he was gone. You felt like a fool for letting all of this happen. You should have never agreed to this dare. Who would have thought it would lead to something like this? There was nothing you could do now. There was no way you could change the way you felt. Because at the end of the day, it was as clear as ever, that you were undeniably in love with your best friend Yang Jungwon.

☀︎ DAY 6 ☀︎

Jungwon couldn't stop thinking about everything you had told him yesterday. He would never have imagined that you would catch feelings, especially through such a childish dare. Your friends had called you out to the park again today, but Jungwon wasn't going to go. He knew you wouldn't be there so there was no point. He wished he could tell you that he hadn't meant half the things he'd said about the kiss at the grove that day. He was just trying to show you that the kiss hadn't made him feel some type of way. Not just that, but he was also attempting to persuade himself that he indeed had loathed it. Maybe he should have been truthful instead of lying about it.

This was exactly what he'd been afraid of. Jungwon was always fond of you. He cared for you and he wouldn't lie when he said that he loved you. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe he felt that way because he thought of you as more than a friend. Jungwon didn't want to convince himself that he liked you just because you had confessed to him. He wanted to understand the way he truly felt about you.

He knew every little thing about you. No one knew you as well as he did. Jungwon cherished your friendship and the time he spent with you. Whenever anything bugged him, he always came to you, knowing that you were the only person who could make things better. He relied on you more than anyone else. He couldn't go a day without speaking to you. After yesterday, he realized how important you were to him. The fear of losing you ate at him the longer he stayed away from you.

Jungwon hated knowing that you were sad. It hurt more to know that he was the reason behind it. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and apologize for making you feel bad. He felt guilty for everything he had done. It had only been a couple hours since he had last spoken to you, but it felt longer. He missed you so much.

So he left you a text, asking you to meet him at your secret spot. He kept his phone close, waiting till you replied. But you didn't. You probably wanted nothing to do with him. Nonetheless, he still hoped and prayed that you would give him one last chance to make things right again. He couldn't afford to lose someone as special as you. There was nothing for him if he didn't have you.

☀︎ DAY 7 ☀︎

Jungwon laid in the grass, staring at the dull sky above. It was filled with clouds, hiding the sun. The grove felt so big and endless when he was alone. When he was with you, it was much more cozy and bright, even if the atmosphere was gloomy.

He had been waiting for you for quite a long time now. You hadn't replied to his message last night, but he knew you had seen it. Just before he was about to lose hope, he heard the grass crunch a few feet away from him. Jungwon didn't have to look to know it was you. No one else knew the path to get here.

"What do you want," you asked, voice small but laced with malice. You were cross with him. Jungwon wished to change that today. He patted the space next to him. "Let's not pretend like we hate each other. You could do the worst thing to me but I'd still admire you."

You didn't argue and sat down beside him. Other than the tension in the air, everything felt normal. There was a scowl on your face. It must have taken a lot of convincing for you to come here. Jungwon needed to get to the point.

"I'm sorry about everything I said. I didn't even mean half of those things."

You scoffed. "Oh really? They sounded pretty heartfelt to me."

Jungwon sat up. "I was just trying to enforce the idea that I wasn't into you, on myself," he revealed, hoping that you would forgive him. "And being a dick was the only way you could do that? Jungwon, you weren't the only one who was attempting to suppress their feelings," you refuted.

"I know y/n. And it's my fault for not realizing sooner," he admitted, hanging his head. You sighed and shook your head. "This is so immature. I can't believe we're letting a stupid dare get in the middle of our friendship."

Jungwon chuckled darkly. "Maybe it's a sign that our friendship has run its course."

You turned to him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jungwon smiled. "I gave it some thought yesterday. We're both attempting to be in denial of our feelings. Obviously, that isn't working out. If it wasn't for this dare, they would've remained buried deep down somewhere. But I guess you could say everything happens for a reason." He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "I never realized how much I loved this feeling until I had to go a whole two days without it."

You couldn't even hide your smile. "Where is this going Jungwon?"

"Maybe we should give this a chance. Give us a chance. Who knows? It could turn out the be the best thing that's ever happened to us," he said, meeting your eyes.

"And what if it doesn't? We would be throwing so many years of friendship away."

Jungwon shook his head. "How long are we supposed to contradict how we truly feel about each other? That would take a heavier toll on us."

You laughed, squeezing his hand. "It doesn't hurt to try I guess."

Jungwon beamed. "That's the spirit!" It felt nice to see you smiling at him again. He was grateful for that. It was funny how a large part of his mood depended on you. If you were happy, he was happy. If you were sad, he was sad. His entire world revolved around you, and Jungwon knew the best thing to do was strengthen that bond.

"So, will you be my girlfriend," he asked, smiling cheekily. You bit your lip, looking at him through your lashes. "Of course I will."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. Please let me know how you found it! Thank you so much!

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #jungwon imagines #jungwon scenarios #jungwon fluff #enhypen angst #jungwon angst #enhypen jungwon #jungwon x reader #enhypen x reader

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spencestyles · 4 years ago

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Her

summary: the one where y/n is tired of being second to Maeve and Spencer needs to learn his lesson

pairing: spencer reid x BAU!femreader

warnings: angst

words: 3050

*not my gif*

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To you, it had always been about her. What she did, how she looked, was all based on her. You wanted to make Spencer happy, but you could never compare to her.

"Spencer, I don't understand what I need to do," you yelled in frustration.

"There is nothing you can do y/n," Spencer yelled back. Your relationship had been going on like this for a few weeks. you knew about his past and knew about Maeve. Yes, Maeve, the girl Spencer will forever love. Within the past weeks, Spencer has become more distant from you. The five year anniversary of Maeve's death is right around the corner. Whenever this time of the year comes around, Spencer becomes heavily depressed. Every time, you just shrug it off.

"Spence, I want to help you," you said softly, exhausted from all the arguing. "Can I please help you." You worked at the BAU she joined shortly after Maeve's death. You immediately hit it off with the entire team besides Spencer. He was still different, as the rest of the team had told you.

"You can't help y/n," Spencer cried. "I just want Maeve back." Your heart dropped at the sentence. you had always felt second to Maeve, no matter how many times Spencer or the rest of the team denied it.

"I can't do that Spencer," you said calmly, trying not to anger Spencer.

"Then maybe you can start acting more like her," Spencer said angrily. "Maybe pick up a damn book instead of watching fucking Grey's Anatomy. Or maybe do something good with your life besides being pretty. I miss Maeve so much."

At this point, you were enraged, "Spencer, I am not going to change who I am because you want a dead person back. Do you understand how difficult it is for me to live through this every year? Every year you forget I'm your girlfriend and I'm alive."

"Shut up y/n. I will never love you as much as I love Maeve. You are just a filler in my life right now," Spencer screamed. You immediately began to grab her things to take to her best friend, Penelope's, house. Spencer realized what he had done and began to protest your departure from your apartment.

"y/n I didn't mean it," Spencer cried, but you were already out the door. You quickly made you way to the street when you realized you left your car keys in the apartment. You decided to walk to Penelope's as it wasn't far and you didn't want to walk back to the apartment where Spencer would be begging for his forgiveness.

As you walked to Penelope's apartment as quickly as you could, you began to feel a presence from behind. You began to walk at a faster pace, but the figure behind you was faster. Suddenly, you felt a pain in her head.

Then all you saw was darkness.

Spencer knew you would be spending the night over at Penelope's, so he didn't worry too much when you didn't come back to your shared apartment. He also knew Penelope was not going to want to talk to him, especially after what he had said. However, the next morning when he woke up, he felt uneasy. When he tried to call you, you didn't answer (not like you were going to). Spencer expected you to not answer after your encounter last night, but when you are angry you don't let the rings drag on like they had; you just cancel the call.

Spencer immediately called Penelope, "Hey Garcia is y/n with you?" Spencer heard shuffling.

"No, why?" Penelope asked. Spencer became frantic as he realized his beloved girlfriend was missing.

"Garcia we need to call 911 to the team, y/n is missing," Spencer said as he packed his bag to work and immediately ran to the car.

Once the whole team made it to the office, Spencer was worried what he would have to say to the team. He knew they would be pissed at him for what he said to you, they all knew it was a touchy subject to you. You had cried to the girls (as well as Hotch) about this issue many, many times. But they all also knew Spencer loved you, more than he loved Maeve.

"Spencer you called 911, whats up?" JJ asked.

"y/n and I got into a fight last night and she left and I thought she was going to Penelope's but she never made it to Penelope's and she isn't answering her phone," Spencer said in a rushed sentence. "It may not seem like a lot yet, but something is wrong. I can feel it."

"Now what did you two fight about?" Hotch asked sternly. You and Hotch had always been close. You had a close father daughter bond since your father died when you were a teenager.

"Please don't get mad at me. I know I screwed up," Spencer began. "But I said some really stupid things. I was in a funk last night because of the anniversary of Maeve's death and I said some stupid things. She was just trying to help me get better and I basically told her to her face she wasn't good enough. I told her I would never love her as much as I love Maeve."

At this point, Spencer had begun crying. However, the rest of the team had a mixture of shocked, disappointed, and pissed off looks on their faces. You were the baby of the team still, she was young and bubbly and she loved Spencer. Maeve was a tough situation for y/n and it eventually began to take a toll on the whole team. You would get insecure at the smallest things and had a hard time with stalker cases because of the connection to Maeve.

"Okay, this is now a running investigation," Hotch said. "We all know y/n would have texted one of us to tell us she was safe if she was okay. Spencer, my office now." Hotch was pissed. You, who was basically his daughter at that point, was missing and it was all because of Spencer. Spencer knew he fucked up, but Hotch needed to make sure Spencer knew if you were found dead, there was no way out for him.

"Spencer, I am not mad at you yet," Hotch stated calmly. "But let me tell you know and let me tell you clearly, if y/n dies because you decided to be a dick, you will not feel the end of it. We both know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you. I lost Hayley, you lost Maeve. And since then, y/n has been the best thing that has happened to both of us. So Spencer Reid, so help me god, if y/n is dead, your job will be a living hell. Leave my office now and put yourself to good use." Spencer gulped. He knew Hotch would be pissed, but didn't realize how pissed.

Everyone in the bull pin knew what had happened in Hotch's office. None of them felt bad. They knew Spencer couldn't continue to undermine the importance of you to Maeve, a dead girl. They knew how you felt, especially the girls. The countless nights you had cried to them about how you felt you would never be good enough for Spencer. They knew Spencer's constant mention of Maeve hurt you.

As Spencer walked into the bull pin, he noticed the stares. He knew they were disappointed, especially the girls. He knew Morgan would be disappointed because he was the only one who knew how much Spencer truly loved you. While you were crying to the girls, Spencer was over at Derek's trying to find ways to make it up to you, to find ways to prove to you that you were his one and only. Maeve was in the past, but sometimes her memory began to creep up in Spencer.

"Can everyone stop looking at me like a criminal," Spencer said to the team looking down. "I know what I said and I know you all are upset, but we need to find her please. I can't stand to know she may be dead and died thinking that I didn't love her. Because I do. More than I ever loved Maeve and I messed up. I need to save her." The team looked at Spencer with sorrow in their eyes. They knew he was right. They needed to stop holding a grudge and get to work. None of them could live knowing they didn't do everything they could to save you.

"Spencer is right, Garcia start looking at security cameras from the area we found y/n's phone," Hotch began ordering. "Reid I need you to make a list of everyone who you and y/n have been in contact with for the past few months. Everyone else, we need to start looking for similar cases and try to figure out a profile."

The whole team got to work. Spencer looked through his phone as well as his and y/n's emails. While looking through your emails he found a strange set of emails from an unknown email address. This was strange to Spencer, he knew you never kept anything from the team especially if it were to be suspicious.

"Garcia, I need you to trace these emails," Spencer said, walking quickly to Garcia's office.

"Reid did you find something?" Hotch asked.

"I'm not sure," Spencer replied. "But it's strange for y/n to have these emails in a separate file. It's like she didn't want us to find them."

"Or she wanted us to find them in a situation like this," Hotch said. "Garcia look into these emails now, we may have our unsub."

------

You laid on a musty mattress that smelled of human feces and blood. You couldn't remember anything. You knew what had happened to you, Spencer told you he didn't love you as much as Maeve and you walked to Penelope's house. By the looks of it, you never made it to Penelope's. Soon enough the figure you felt behind you on your walk was in front of you.

"Well if it isn't y/n y/l/n," the person said. "My name is Cat. Cat Adams. You are here because you are keeping me from Spencer. I knew that if I kidnapped you, Spencer would come looking and I'd get to see his beautiful face again."

"I know who you are, Cat," you said aggressively. "I helped put your ass in jail, but from the looks of it you escaped."

"That I did," Cat laughed. "Its easy when you're fucking the guards." You felt a gross feeling in your stomach. You knew what was going to happen to you, but you also knew if she died, she wouldn't die until she could see Spencer one last time.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain at the left side of your waist. You looked at Cat and who was looking at her straight in the eyes. Cat had won.

------

However, back at the BAU, Spencer knew something in the emails sounded familiar.

I love him more than you do.

He will be mine forever.

There was only one woman in your relationship together that would be this judgemental, Cat Adams. Spencer knew she too made your life miserable. The thought of Cat to you was almost as gut wrenching as the thought of Maeve. You knew Cat and Spencer had a strange connection, it would often worry you; especially when Cat would request to meet with Spencer.

"Its Cat," Spencer yelled. "Hotch its Cat Adams." Everyone looked at Spencer shocked. The team was never told of Cat escaping prison.

"I need to call the prison," Hotch said. "Garcia, start looking at Cat Adams whereabouts, aliases, or anything. I have a feeling Spencer is right." Garcia immediately started looking as Hotch called the prison.

"Spencer is right," Hotch said. "Cat escaped less than a week ago."

"I found it," Garcia screamed. "Cat is at a warehouse less than three miles from here. Go quickly and save my best friend." The team ran out of the building and sprinted to their cars. Spencer was nervous. He had a feeling in the back of his head that his girlfriend was dead.

Immediately after getting into the car, the team receives a call from Garcia, "Cat has a partner. His name is Jackson Donovan. He has a criminal record and its not good. Spencer I should also mention he is Maeve's brother. You know, your dead girlfriend." Spencer was shocked. He never knew Maeve had a brother, but he knew that you may not get out of this alive. And it would be his fault. The team arrived at the warehouse.

"Spencer you're not allowed in," Hotch said. "You are too close to y/n."

"Hotch that's so not fai-" Spencer began.

"Reid I'm not going in either." Spencer didn't listen and ran into the building with Hotch yelling behind him. Hotch decided it was no use and ran in also, he needed to see you alive one more time.

"Cat Adams and Jackson Donovan, FBI put your hands up," Morgan yelled. The sight they ran into was gruesome. You had been badly beaten. Suddenly, Spencer walked in with tears in his eyes. The love of his life was dying, you looked sick. You hadn't eaten in over a day, since you and Spencer had planned on going out for a nice dinner the night of your fight.

"Well if it isn't Spencer Reid," Jackson said. "The guy my sister couldn't stop talking about. I know how you must feel, the love of your life is gone and you need a good fuck. So you decide to go for the second best thing. She's a good shag, I'm not sure if you've been fucking her right though, shes pretty tight."

"Stop, please," you pleaded. For the first time, the team saw you true pain. You were broken. Not only had your boyfriend say he didn't love you, you had been mentally and emotionally abused by these two people who wanted to ruin Spencer.

"Shut up three," Cat laughed. "Spencer, do you like the name? Three. Do you know what it means?" Spencer shook his head. "It means that y/n is your third choice. You lost Maeve, you can't have me -well you could-, so you're stuck with her. She's nothing, she's the third choice. That's why she acts so strange. Did you know that at the beginning of your relationship she stopped eating to be skinnier for you. She always felt second to Maeve and me."

"Shut up Cat, please," you said hoarsely.

"Three, do I have to tell you again," Cat said. At this point the team was beyond confused, they needed either of them to do something in order for them to stop.

"Cat, come on let's talk about this," JJ said.

"I'll only talk to Spencer," Cat said with a smirk on her face. Suddenly, the team saw Jackson make a lunge with a knife towards you, angry that Cat only wanted Spencer. Morgan took the shot swiftly as Reid handcuffed Cat.

Hotch ran over to you, "y/n, sweetie, are you okay? What do you need." You began to close your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, don't close your eyes. You're going to be fine. MEDIC! We need a medic now!" The team felt tears in their eyes as they saw the paramedics rush to tend to you.

"Hotch can I go wit-" Spencer started.

"Go Spencer, apologize." Spencer ran to the ambulance.

"She is my girlfriend, please let me stay," Spencer begged, the medics let him stay. Spencer grabbed your hand and looked at your half closed eyes. "y/n if you can hear me, I didn't mean anything I said. I love you more than anything. I love the way you can watch a show and tell me all about it even though I watched with you. I love that you can put up with me when I'm in my episodes and the fact you don't care that I may be a paranoid schizophrenic. I love that you listen to my rambles even if you have heard them before."

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but is there any chance your girlfriend may be pregnant," Spencer thought for a minute.

Spencer's eyes shot down at you as he heard a loud breath, "S-S-Spencer, save the baby," you said between breaths. Spencer looked at you shocked. His girlfriend was pregnant and he didn't notice. He began to think back to before your argument and the things you said. "Spencer I have a surprise for you, I think you're going to like it." Spencer's heart dropped as he heard the heart monitor flatline.

"We need her in OR 3 now," one of the doctors said. "Sir, you need to go to the waiting room, someone will be out to give you an update soon." Spencer was stunned, his girlfriend and child may die and he would have to live with the guilt of not being good enough.

Spencer walked into the waiting room and saw the rest of the team, "Jackson and Cat are being held, any updates on y/n?" Hotch asked.

"They had to take her to surgery, she flatlined in the ambulance," Spencer said, his voice breaking. "She's pregnant." The team sat quiet.

"We all already knew Spencer," Rossi said. "Earlier in the day before you guys got into your fight, she told us. She was so excited and she wanted to tell you in the most perfect way."

"I told her to just come out and say it like Hayley did to me," Hotch laughed. "It caught me by surprise but was the most meaningful statement I'd ever heard." The team smiled at Hotch, but looked at Spencer who looked the worst he ever has. None of the team had seen him look this bad. Not even with Maeve. Soon enough, most of the team left. Hotch had to go to Jack and JJ to her kids. Derek had a date with his girlfriend and the rest of them needed their sleep.

"Spencer," Emily said. "Please text us when she wakes up." Spencer nodded, which was enough for both of them this late into the night.

Less than ten minutes later y/n's doctors came into the waiting room, "Here for y/n y/l/n?" Spencer stood up.

"Hi," Spencer said, walking over to them. "I'm her boyfriend."

"Well she is doing well right now, we were worried at first. She flatlined twice on the operation board." Spencer let out a breath he did not know he was holding.

"She was pregnant, what about the baby?" Spencer asked, hoping that y/n was still carrying their unborn child.

"The baby is being monitored, but it looks as if the baby is almost four months along meaning there is a low chance of the baby getting hurt. However, the baby was under a lot of stress from the abduction." The doctor began to show Spencer to your room. Spencer couldn't help but wonder if he caused any of the stress on the baby. The things he said most definitely caused you an enormous amount of stress.

As Spencer walked into the room, he couldn't help but shed a tear. You had wires around your body and you looked bad. Not bad, but like you were just kidnapped.

Spencer texted the team, y/n is out of surgery. She and the baby are okay. The team didn't respond as it was three in the morning.

Spencer heard shuffling next to him. He looked over at you and saw you move slightly, your hand moving to her stomach. For the first time, he looked over at your stomach and noticed you bump. He was shocked he hadn't seen it before, it was very prominent. Well it was what he'd expect for four months.

"y/n I know you most likely can't hear me or you don't want to listen, but I need you to know I love you" Spencer began. "You are the best thing that has happened to me, I know you always feel second to Maeve, but she is a part of my past. You y/n, you are my present and my future. I confided in you when I was at my lowest, when I was in jail you were there. You and our baby. Holy shit we are going to have a kid." Spencer paused when he heard a giggle. He looked over to y/n, she had a smile on her face.

"Hi" y/n said.

"Oh my God you're awake" Spencer said with tears in his eyes. "I thought I lost you."

"You're never getting rid of me" y/n giggled. "Actually, maybe if you act like that again. I will leave you and take your child." You glared at Spencer, remembering why you were in this situation.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you," Spencer cried. "I love you, I love you so much. I'm going to do everything for this baby and everything to make this up to you."

"You better."

#criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds one shot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid

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catzula · 4 years ago

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(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument.

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down."

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!"

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth.

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food.

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-"

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious.

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-.

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you.

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge.

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure."

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell.

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in.

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were.

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water.

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous?

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower.

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?"

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing.

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities?

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown.

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu."

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde.

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room.

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up.

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged.

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously.

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips.

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with."

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first."

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here."

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet.

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had.

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure."

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother.

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay.

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen.

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it.

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him.

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing.

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people."

It was true.

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing.

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!"

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

#osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #osamu miya x reader #osamu x y/n #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x me #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x imagines

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blueper-saiyan · 8 months ago

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#i'd always assumed when he doesnt catch bulma and baby trunks#its because he knows 'one of the soft ones' will do it. his goal is the enemy. he cant lose focus of the enemy.#he also has alot of repressed emotions due to his fucked up life#we certainly also see many signs later on of him (dbs)showing that he cares what bulma thinks#or mentions how he cant leave when shes pregnant. I firmly believe she displayed how upset certain things made her#I also believe its hilarious in the manga when Vegeta threatens the life of anyone (including bulmas) if she/they use the dragon balls#to stop gero before the androids.. but the whole group just looks at him silently (scene misses the -crickets chirping- but its there.#then they ignore his threat and start talking again. Even at that point i think many of them knew he was harmless (so to speak) before he#did himself. in regards to being a threat to them.

Hopefully you don't mind me discussing/disputing your tags lol

I can sort of see that he was expecting someone else to do it, but I honestly don't feel like he even thought about it. I think we'd have seen him look to the others immediately afterward if he was supposed to be thinking that. Instead he's frustrated that Gero got away, and when Trunks confronts him he tells him he's being ridiculous for thinking he'd care.

(forgive my slightly poorly cropped manga pics)

So I genuinely think that he thinks he doesn't care and that he wouldn't have done anything to save them. I'm more curious how he would have reacted if they'd actually died there because of his inaction. Does he secretly care already or is he genuinely indifferent?

I absolutely agree that he cares about Bulma and what she thinks by the time of Super, and I think even during Buu. He lists her when he's sacrificing himself for a reason. But in-universe that arc takes place most of a decade after this one. That's a lot of time to grow and change.

You're right that it's really funny that they just completely ignore his threat though. Krillin does actually acknowledge it when he tells Bulma that having a shared threat helps everyone cooperate and specifically cites Vegeta, but yeah they really aren't phased. I think here it's because everyone present knows he's currently weaker than Goku and he'd lose if he actually picked that fight there, instead of thinking he wouldn't really hurt them even if he were stronger than Goku. According to Krillin, Vegeta's ki still feels extremely evil when they meet up to fight the androids.

If anything though, I think they don't take Vegeta as a threat when they should. He announced that he'd like to fight Perfect Cell after Imperfect Cell first shows up and no one really reacted to that, but when the opportunity to fight Perfect Cell appears, he takes it. This almost gets everyone killed. There's a similar situation in Buu. I think everyone, including Vegeta himself, has a hard time knowing when to take his threats seriously because even he doesn't know whether or not he'll act on them. So everyone else errs on the side of not letting him push them around, sometimes to their misfortune when it turns out he meant it.

Sorry if this is a super pessimistic take on the character and obviously you're welcome to believe in him being less nasty than I've interpreted him. But I find it really interesting that he's this far into being amoral but still comes around with time. And I do agree that once he's farther into his character development he cares about his family a lot.

I’ve always wondered what Vegeta would have done if Bulma and baby Trunks had actually been killed by Gero in the Cell Saga. Like, it’s completely possible that he would have genuinely done nothing about it, though I like to think he’d be at least a little distressed on some level lmao. Just maybe in the same way he likes to say he doesn’t care about other Saiyans. (Yes there’s a case to be made he legitimately doesn’t care and he’s more upset that Freeza used him like he says, and yeah I see the case that it makes him a more interesting character, but I feel like he can have two reasons to be upset and also be completely oblivious to one of them. Or even only start to care later.) Alternately, there could be a case made that he’d flip out like he did when Future Trunks died. After all, he didn’t react to Future Trunks being hurt or in danger all the way up until the point where he actually died, where it clearly came as a surprise to Vegeta that he even cared. It kind of depends on when and why you think he started to care about Future Trunks. If it was in the time chamber and all it took was time together, then I think there’s a chance he’d feel that way about Bulma, who he also spent time with. If it was Trunks standing up to him about Cell, then he might be entirely indifferent to Bulma and Trunks’ deaths, since they haven’t proven themselves to him in quite the same way. He does seem to have a little bit of respect for Bulma from when she wanted to see Freeza though.

Idk I just find this scenario interesting because I’ve never had a firm personal answer for it. If anyone else has opinions and reasoning I’d enjoy hearing it. Also I really wish we got more info about Vegeta and Future Trunks time together.

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dreamifics · 3 years ago

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Immature

Oneshot

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sexual activities and stuff but no smut

Y/N joined the Avengers shortly after the big fight between Tony and Steve. Stark recruited her due to Fury's orders, she used to be under control of Hydra, like Barnes.. All of the Avengers had no problem with her, only one..

''Stupid Rogers!" Y/N shriek as she stares into her bathroom mirror..

Once again, Rogers benched her, because and she quote

'She used to be just like them!'

They were supposed to raid a Hydra facility, and something snapped at Steve's brain when he saw that Y/N was going too.

Y/N sighs, she just gripped the porcelain sink and steadied herself, she was ready to kill Steve, she was so angry.. Y/N just washed her face with the cold water from the faucet, hoping that it'll help ease the anger in her blood.

She exits the bathroom and was greeted by Bucky, he was sitting in her bed.

"Hello Tinman.." Y/N gave Bucky a smile.

"I want to apologize for--"

"You don't need to apologize in behalf of Steve.. I'm cool.."

"Are you really?"

"Yepp!No word of Captain Ass can get to me.."

Bucky crossed his arms, he knew she was lying.. Y/N just awkwardly smiled at him, she walks to her bed and dived in her bed..

"You can leave now, your boyfriend's might be missing you now.."

And in queue Sam and Steve popped up in her door, Steve was furious.. His eyes were fixed to Bucky, while Sam was just smiling slyly..

"Speak of the devils.." Y/N mutters as she gave Steve a deadly glare.

Bucky stood up from her bed and gave the two men a small nod.. Steve was still looking at Bucky but it soon averted to Y/N, she just raised her eyebrow at him.

"Have a fun mission, you two.."

"Will do, Y/N" Sam answered and gave Y/N a smile which she gladly gave back.

"Oh, Bucky!Pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît pousser le capitaine hors de l'avion pour moi?" Y/N spoke in french knowing that Bucky will understand.

Can you please push Captain out of the plane for me?

Bucky just laughs and shakes his head as Sam grabs him and drag him out of Y/N's sight. However, someone still hasn't left and it made her anger bubbled up even more.

"I swear to God if you don't leave, I'll squeeze your kneecaps.." Y/N said jokingly? She was not sure, she might just do that if Steve won't stop his douche ways..

"Cut it out, Y/N.." Steve ordered..

Y/N rolled her eyes, she sashay her way to Steve and move her face closer to his.

"You're not my Captain, you don't get to order me around.."

Y/N was supposed to walk away but was stopped by Rogers hand in her arms.. However, his hands didn't hurt her, his touch was soft and gentle.. Typical Steve..

Always a gentleman..

"I'm the Captain, you'll obliged to me.."

Y/N scoffs as she takes her arm away from him, she looked him deeply in his and saw that there were anger filling his blue eyes.. This guy really hates her..

"And what if I don't?What would you do?Fire me?Spank me?" She sassed but Steve eyes soften and his eyes wander to her body..

Y/N brows furrowed, what was Steve doing? He just stared at her and his cheeks suddenly got flushed.. Di-Did he just imagine what Y/N has said??

"What?" Y/N was weirded out, she hated the eerie silence between them and to top that up he might be imagining sexual things or so she thought..

"Capsicle, let's go!" Stark voice boomed out through the whole tower, it made Steve snap back to reality and he just walks away.

This made Y/N flabbergasted, he walked away just like that.. After the awkward silence and him being flustered, he just walked away with no explanation or whatsoever. Y/N just huffed in annoyance and flops back down to her comfortable messy bed..

What is wrong with Steve?

Days passed and it seems that Y/N is finally at peace, there were no longer eyes watching her.. Yes, Steve has given up.. How does she know? Simple, Steve is now avoiding and pretending she doesn't exist.. Which is fine by her, but there's this small pain in her heart.. She missed Steve acting like a douche..

Y/N mentally slaps herself, she used to complain about Steve always criticizing and annoying her but why is she missing it now? Y/N sighs as she slams her head in the table infront of her. A piercing pain welcomed her as her head hit the table but she ignored it.

"Umm, can I go on with my briefing?" Tony was standing in the middle of the big briefing room..

Y/N put her hands up and gestures an 'okay', she completely forgot that she was sitting with the Avengers in the middle of a meeting..

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda was the first to ask her that, Y/N just let out a groan.. All of them just shared knowing looks and Tony fakes a cough.

"If you want to rest, you can go.." Tony chided..

"Alright.."

Y/N stood up and was almost to the door when Steve's phone suddenly rang, he answered it..

"Sharon?"

This name made Y/N stop, are they together? They look nice together, she hope that they'll break up soon.

"I'll be there.." Steve endes his call and stands up..

"Sorry everyone, I have a date with someone.." He push passed Y/N leaving her heart on the floor..

He has a date? Why is she even concerned about that? She doesn't care, Steve's stupid anyway!

"Wow, Capsicle is going on a date, I'll be damned.."

"And with Sharon?She's nice.." Wanda chirps in..

Meanwhile, Natasha notices Y/N who was dumbfounded and hurt by all the recent events..

"Aren't you gonna go, Y/N?" Nat asked with mischievous eyes wandering to her face..

Y/N put out a fake smile and left, how is she feeling this way? Does she like Steve? She groans as those thoughts eat her alive, maybe she just need a fresh air..

Yes, fresh air..

That's exactly what Y/N needs, she has been cooped up in the tower for weeks now.. She sped up to her room and grab her keys, jackets and Tony's credit card.. He won't mind it, that man is richer than the whole US goverment..

Y/N jogs to the elevator, turns out she's not going to be waiting for the elevator alone.. Steve is right there, also waiting for an elevator so he can go to his fancy date with someone else..

"Fuck.."

Y/N was deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize that Steve was looking at her.. She cleared her throat and walked up to the elevator doors..

"Up or down?" Steve asks making Y/N look at his stupid handsome face.

"Can't you figure it out Sherlock?" She's grumpy and she doesn't care.

"What?" Steve questioned.

"Down!"

"Could've just said that.."

"We're on the fuckin--"

"Language!" The infamous 'language', he's being dramatic as hell.

"Fine!We're on the freaking top floor and your asking me if I'm going up or down?"

"I didn't notice."

"You're just stupid.."

The elevator was taking forever, normally it would be up in a minute but she's been standing her for almost five minutes and the elevator is still a no show.

"This is taking forever, I'm going to take the stairs.." She was going to the staircase when the elevator doors opened..

"You're impatient.." Steve mumbles.

"Asshole.." Y/N mumbles back..

And before she knew it, she's pinned to the floor.. It happend so fast, Steve has pinned her down to the floor.. Their face were only inches apart, it made Y/N blush but she somehow hid it..

"Let me go, Steve.."

"Not until you beg for forgiveness.."

"Beg?Didn't know you had a kinky side, old man.."

Steve got flustered by her words, still he didn't let Y/N go.. She started to fight back by getting the upper hand and overpowering Steve.. Now she's on top, she smirks and inch her face closer to Steve's face.

"Dominant, I like that Cap.."

"Although, next time ask for a girls permission before you go and pin her to the floor.."

Without thinking Steve kissed Y/N, her eyes widen but soon she melted to the kiss. It started out soft but it became rough within seconds.. All of the unsaid feelings were mashed into the kiss.. She was out of breath but she didn't want it to stop.. Steve pulled back and smiled sweetly at Y/N, she was confused but she smiled back..

"You like me back?"

"No shit, Sherlock.." Y/N smiled but instead of Steve saying language he smiles back..

"You're so immature.."

They both laugh as Y/N got up and offered her hand to Steve, he gladly accepted..

"Go, you'll be late for your date..Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.." Y/N shooed Steve away but he just stands there..

"You are my date.."

"Well powder me in sugar and call me a donut.. Was all this planned?" Steve nods and Y/N just shakes her head in disappointment, she interlock her arm to Steve's arm.

"Let's go eat some ribs and steaks, Cap.."

On the briefing room with all the remaining Avengers, they were cheering and celebrating as they watch the two from a surveillance camera.

"Not bad, Cap.." Natasha mumbles as she eats popcorn with Wanda and Bucky.

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➸ CHAPTER 7 | " A BREW GONE ASKEW "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of blood, very mild swearing

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @gyeraniee @fluffi @stxrryemxlys @jungwon-luv-bot

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A week has passed since the favored pair passionately promenaded around town. They’ve always looked very fond of each other, and the ton can only imagine the two tying the knot by the end of the year.

Only a week in but Sunghoon was already finding it hard to keep himself away from Y/n’s side. From their long, humorous talks, to past secrecies, bliss, and memories, Sunghoon isn't always a big talker. But when it comes to the young miss, he blurts out almost anything and everything that comes to mind, and the lass would happily enjoy them; so much that she even laughed with a snort once, to which Sunghoon found really adorable and charming.

Sunghoon told her she was magnetic, and the girl helplessly clung herself to the marquess like an ornament.They've shared a lot of stories with each other in the course of a week. And in every topic, Jungwon never ceases to be mentioned. Y/n almost always connects everything with the boy, and Sunghoon can clearly see how Y/n’s got it so bad with Jungwon.

He told himself that he was going to change that.

Today, it was said they were seen traipsing around the Swan’s Lake一 a cradle for the tons banal scandals. Further ahead, the Queen’s garden can already be seen just by the tip of the tiny greenhouse that’s solely standing amidst the wildflowers. Sunghoon leads the way for the young miss to enter first.

“See that? The garden admires you.” Sunghoon whispers against her ears and send tingles through her entire body.

“This is amazing. I’ve only ever been here once, you know. It’s actually one of my favorite places here in Northumberland.” The young miss exclaims while softly touching the brightly colored flowers in each step she takes.

“Was the first visit special enough to make this one of your adored places?”

“Yeah.. I was with Jungwon.” She mutters the name under her breath with a look of regret.

“What was the reason he brought you here?”

“We were nine. He said he wanted to show me something that only this garden can offer.”

“Let me guess. Was it a ring made of twigs and he played pretend like he was proposing to you?” Y/n chuckles at the marquess. Though she wouldn't admit it, she finds Sunghoon very ideal and gentle.

Could it be that she wishes Jungwon to be more like him? Or is she just telling herself that Sunghoon’s perfect enough to bury down her dying feelings for Jungwon?

“That’s cute but unfortunately, that's not what happened. He showed me the Catalpa tree and gave me its flower. He said it reminds him so much of me and that I should tuck the flower in my favorite book to remind myself that he thinks of me often.”

“Ahh. Quite the romantic our little Jungwon here, eh?”

Y/n looks down to the ground remembering the dead Catalpa flower that was tucked between Jungwon’s Austen book; the book that was now back in the comfort of its owner after she threw it in the Kielder Forest.

“Once upon a time, yes.”

Sunghoon quickly picked up the mood and snapped it away. Seeing how Jungwon made this hole in her heart annoyed him to the extent he realized he had been living in hypocrisy as well.

He oddly sees himself in Jungwon, although in his case, it was much different. Jungwon never had any rivals when it comes to Y/n’s heart. Whereas with him, he had Niki, who wasn't even a bad guy in a story that Sunghoon tried so hard to own.

“Did you know that there's a poison garden here?” He breaks the silence.

“A what now?”

“A poison garden. The Queen’s very particular with it. Although it's off-limits to everyone except the royal gardener, anyone can still have a peek at it. I bet Jungwon never told you that.”

“He didn't.”

“Of course. Your chap doesn't alway know things, Y/n. You sometimes think so highly of him.”

The young miss kept her mouth shut the whole walk to the poison garden’s entry. They decided to take a brief peek, as per Sunghoon’s wishes, and she went along. It's not an everyday occurrence that you get to see a real and existing poison garden in Northumberland's Alnwick Castle.

“Sunghoon? Until when are we going to keep up with this whole ruse?” She softly whispers.

“Well, Jungwon hasn't told you anything worthy yet, has he?”

“The other day, he uhh… he told me to stop seeing you.”

“Why do you suppose he would say such thing?”

“I don't know. Must be something that happened between you and my brother?” she stopped shortly.

“What happened, Sunghoon? How come they all know about it and act like it was so horrid, yet keep it very subtle?” Sunghoon clicks his tongue and hisses before letting out a deep exhale.

“It's all in the past now. Even Niki. Though, I want to start fresh with him, but he doesn't seem to give me any chance at even trying.”

“What happened?”

“I don't think your brothers would want you to hear it. I respect Jay the most, and I owe Niki a whole lot. Or even if they do, I won't tell you anyway.”

“Was it… that bad?” Sunghoon fakes a chuckle while sitting on the nearby cemented bench. Y/n reaches out to hold his hand and the gent softly grips her fingers while brushing it with his thumb, locking hands with her in the process.

Sunghoon wanted to let everything out. But he fears the young beau would distance herself. If he were to be honest, there's nothing for him from this ruse they plotted. It was just to help the poor miss and satisfy himself with the look of envy upon Jungwon's face. He has nothing against the chap, but he may just simply be a schadenfreude.

The following day, Jungwon received a personal letter from the soon-to-be-duke himself. The moment he read the contents, he hastily dashed from his house and onto his horse, galloping in a speed of light to the Kielder Forest.

It is peak afternoon and the golden sun hit the forest perfectly, making it look like the two men are bathing under the immaculate bliss. Picture perfect as it may look, they didn't meet there to dawdle time away.

“Your Grace.” Jungwon bows to which Sunghoon returns in the aftermath.

“Why did you summon me here?” Jungwon glints at the marquess with a scorn. As much as he wants to showcase his manners, it didn't seem like the time and place to do it.

“Let's cut the formalities from here on out, Jungwon. Who do you think you are to give orders to Y/n? You know, the more you convince her to stop seeing me, the faster she runs to my tail. You're just doing me a favor to be very honest, and I am so pleased for this wonderful opportunity. You don't have the slightest idea of what convenience you are to me right now.” Sunghoon mockingly exclaims with both hands holding together like a child in prayer.

Jungwon aggressively walks towards the marquess and grabs his cravat with both hands. “You pompous blowhard! What are you doing with her?!” Jungwon grunts while shoving Sunghoon against the tree. With a stern look upon his eyes, the marquess suddenly finds the situation very amusing. He smirks and chuckles before pushing Jungwon's hands from the tight grip on his clothing.

“Are you talking about yourself? Take it easy, Yang. I don't think you're hearing yourself right now. Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?” Sunghoon lets out a laugh that makes Jungwon even more furious. It was his plan, after all.

“You haven’t had enough of triggering Niki, and now you're using his sister?! You're a big mess, Sunghoon! Admit it! You couldn't have Yena all to yourself with Niki around, so you're tainting Y/n to get revenge on the both of us?! You’re a lost cause!”

“Am I? A lost cause, eh? You're plainly calling yourself out, don't you think? All these years of having the most beautiful lady in Northumberland at the palm of your hands, yet you're too much of a dimbo to even hold onto her. And besides, it's like hitting two birds with one stone, yeah? You and Niki?”

Sunghoon mockingly laughs at Jungwon's fuming face and before he even realized it, his glorious face landed on the cold ground with an angry clobber from the chap. Jungwon straddles him and continues punching him while sitting on top of the fallen boy.

In a swift response, Sunghoon pulls Jungwon by the collar and pushes him aggressively to the side. While landing several punches on Jungwon's face, the marquess spits out blood in the process.

“Enough!” Sunghoon sternly yells at the former who is now bending over his knees, huffing out exhales with a fast beating heart.

“Stop this stupidity you're doing with Y/n! You're no good for her, Yang, and you know that! Can't you see? You're just wasting her time when she could've been married last season already!”

“Don't fucking tell me what to do, ugly bastard!” Jungwon hisses with gritted teeth, mustering up his anger to give the marquess another blow of his fist.

“Stain my face with more blood, Yang, and you’ll have to kiss your princess goodbye. Mark my words, you will never have Y/n. Not even a useless moment with her.”

“Niki! Niki! Niki!”

Daniel runs inside the Park manor with such haste, unknowingly bumping the mansion’s servants along the way. “Nishimura Riki!” The boy helplessly cries out to the latter, who apparently seems to be very preoccupied in the garden, impulsively firing the target on the branch.

“What?!” Niki yells back.

“I have big news to tell you!”

“If it’s about Sunghoon then shut your mouth ‘cause I have no intentions of hearing it. Sister will get tired of him soon enough, so I’m not worried. I trust Y/n’s wit to deliver her from that traitor.”

“But this is about Y/n and it's something that you should be worried about!” Niki swiftly turns his head to the boy bearing no more second thoughts as he throws away the blunderbuss and rushes to Daniel, “what happened to sister?!”

“She made a deal with the devil himself.”

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