#i love how the hair flip has become his trademark

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Headcanons: Clueless

You try to tell the Bleach men you have feelings for them, but they keep missing the point. (Continue reading below the GIF)

**Jushiro Ukitake:**

You catch Ukitake reading a book in a peaceful corner of the Seireitei. Taking a deep breath, you approach him and say,  “Ukitake taicho, I must admit, you're like the sunshine on a cloudy day for me." He looks up with a soft smile, "Well, I'm glad I can bring a little light into your life."

When the line doesn’t work:

You start bringing Ukitake little gifts, like bookmarks with little koi or swans, hoping he'll catch on to the symbolism. He graciously accepts them, admiring the craftsmanship, but he doesn't seem to make the connection. "These are lovely, thank you. You have a good eye for detail." (You want to rip out your hair but the man is so adorable)

**Byakuya Kuchiki:**

 You find Byakuya tending to his garden, meticulously arranging the flowers. You pluck up your courage and say, "Kuchiki Taicho, you know, you're like a rare bloom in my heart." He raises an eyebrow, looking slightly surprised, but there's a faint hint of a smile. "Your words are unexpected, but appreciated."

When the line doesn’t work:

You subtly incorporate flower motifs into your clothing and accessories, hoping Byakuya will notice. He compliments your style, appreciating the elegance, but he doesn't realize the underlying message. "Your sense of fashion is impeccable. It's a rare sight." (Seems puzzled when you frustratedly walk out. “Maybe she doesn’t like being complimented”)

**Kensei Muguruma:**

You spot Kensei training fiercely, his muscles flexing with every strike. Trying not to be intimidated, you approach him and say, "Muguruma taicho, you hit my heart harder than you hit those training dummies." He stops, looking genuinely perplexed. "What the hell does that even mean, kid?"

When the line doesn’t work:

You try to join Kensei in his training sessions, hoping to impress him with your dedication. He's genuinely impressed by your determination, but he assumes you're just eager to become a stronger fighter. "You've got real guts, kid. Keep it up." (At this point, you lie dead on the ground from the intensity of the workout)

**Rose Otoribashi:**

You find Rose composing a new song, his melodious voice filling the air. Taking a deep breath, you confess, "Taicho, your music speaks to my soul in a way that words can't describe." He pauses, a gentle smile forming. "Well, I'm glad to know my music has touched someone so deeply."

When the line doesn’t work:

You attend all of Rose's performances, often standing near the stage, hoping he'll spot you in the crowd. He acknowledges your presence with a grateful smile, thinking you're simply a fan of his music. "I'm glad to see a familiar face in the audience. Your support means a lot." (You disappointedly lower your “I heart Rose” sign)

**Shinji Hirako:**

You come across Shinji, who's flipping a coin with his trademark grin. Taking a deep breath, you blurt out, "Shinji, you've turned my world upside down, and I don't mind one bit." He chuckles, catching the coin effortlessly. "Well, ain't that somethin'? You've got a way with words, kid."

When the line doesn’t work:

You try to engage in playful banter with Shinji, using phrases like "upside down" or "turn my world around" in your conversations. He chuckles, appreciating your sense of humor, but he doesn't seem to grasp the deeper meaning behind your words. "You've got a sharp wit, kid. I like that." (You know he’s playing dumb on purpose, to see how far you’ll go before admitting your feelings)

**Abarai Renji:**

You stumble upon Renji while he's training, sweat pouring down his face. Gathering your courage, you say, "Renji, you've carved a special place in my heart, right next to your tattoos." He stops mid-swing, looking at you with wide eyes. "You've got a strange way of saying things, but I appreciate the sentiment."

When the line doesn’t work:

You make an effort to spend more time with Renji, often suggesting activities you both enjoy. He appreciates the camaraderie and enjoys your company, but he interprets it as genuine friendship. "It's always fun hangin' out with you. You're a good friend, you know that?" (You throw the volleyball at his head before stalking off)

**Shuhei Hisagi:**

You find Hisagi engrossed in his paperwork, his brows furrowed in concentration. Taking a deep breath, you say, "Hisagi, you're like a calming breeze in the chaos of my thoughts." He looks up, surprised, but there's a warmth in his eyes. "I never thought paperwork could lead to such compliments."

When the line doesn’t work: 

You leave little notes with calming quotes on Hisagi's desk, hoping he'll see the connection between the words and your previous confession. He smiles at the gestures, finding them uplifting, but he doesn't realize they're deeper meaning. "These notes always brighten up my day. Thank you." (You’re not stuck in the friend zone, he’s buried you in it, 6 feet deep)

**Ichigo Kurosaki:**

You come across Ichigo while he's practicing his swordsmanship, determination in his eyes. Summoning your courage, you confess, "Ichigo, you've sliced through my defenses and taken hold of my heart." He blinks, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Uh, thanks, I think?"

When the line doesn’t work:

You try to engage in meaningful conversations with Ichigo, sharing your thoughts and feelings in hopes he'll pick up on your affection. He appreciates your openness and considers you a close friend, but he doesn't seem to see your feelings beyond that. "It's nice having someone I can talk to like this." (Rukia whacks him for being dense which only angers him, and now you’re stuck watching them fight)

**Uryuu Ishida:**

You find Ishida focused on sewing, his hands moving with precision. Taking a deep breath, you say, "Ishida, you mend more than just fabric; you've stitched yourself into my heart." He looks up, a hint of surprise before a small smile graces his lips. "Well, that's an unusual way to put it, but I appreciate the sentiment."

When the line doesn’t work:

You subtly start leaving him embroidered handkerchiefs with little hearts and flowers in the corners, hoping Uryuu will notice the hidden symbols. He admires your attention to detail and craftsmanship, but he assumes it's just your signature touch. "Your work is truly impeccable. You have a true talent for this." (You stab him with a sewing needle and walk away)

[trevorlawrence]

[byunbaekby]

title: haven’t been caught pairing: badboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader word count: 1.7k genres: fluff, established relationship au, high school au, secret relationship warnings: mentions of weed, suggestiveness, one cuss word, not proofread additional: based on the song “good girls” by 5 seconds of summer. also, big thanks to @florence-cvrt​ for all their help <3

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She's good at school, she's never truant She can speak French, I think she's fluent.

“Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t get your hand off my thigh right this instant, I will tell Mr. Qian to fail you.”

You bring a light slap down on his hand, which is threatening to slide up your skirt. Your boyfriend’s hand immediately leaves your leg, innocently tucking it back into his lap. When you turn to him, his pretty lips are spread into a fake virtuous smile and his long hair barely covers his entertained sparkling eyes. Still, he complains, “Wait until I tell the student body that their vice president is actually violent and manipulative.” 

He tsk’s as you show no reaction, instead flipping through the pages of the French textbook. “What would you tell them?” 

Donghyuck leans back in his desk chair where the two of you reside in an empty classroom, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before running a hand through his hair. “That even though you walk around school smiling at everyone and kissing teachers’ asses, you love hitting your boyfriend and threatening him.”

“You, my boyfriend?” You laugh at him, eyes never leaving the book. “They’d never believe you.”

You’re right, because the school has no idea that you, the It Girl and vice president of the student body council, are dating Lee Donghyuck, the guy who smokes weed behind the school and always skips class for no important reason other than to entertain himself. How you even started dating is another story, but now your relationship is on the infinite downlow.

“You’re right,” he relents, but he’s obviously not given up yet as he leans closer to you. You try not to get swayed by the sudden infiltration of his scent, and continue scanning the pages of the French book. “They won’t. But it wouldn’t be a surprise. I mean, we’d be the hottest couple ever. So, maybe I should put a nice big hickey, right there on your pretty neck. Maybe then they’ll believe you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be,” teases your boyfriend, his voice dipping lower into dangerous territory. 

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you respond sarcastically.

“If you say so.”

Before you know it, your boyfriend has leaned in to kiss you, lips inches away from yours. When you realize what he’s up to you put a hand up, so his lips meet your palm instead of their intended destination. “No.”

A whine leaves him, a stark juxtaposition from his dark appearance. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not appropriate.”

“Not appropriate?” he questions, crossing his leather covered arms across his chest. “You’re my girlfriend.”

A shake of your head tells him no, along with a teasing smirk upon your lips. “Not right now. Right now, I’m your French tutor. Now pay attention,” you tell him, gaze skimming the textbook page. 

“Fine,” he scoffs, leaning back in his chair. 

“Je suis allé au café et j'ai pris une tasse de café. Translate that for me.”

“That means,” he starts, rolling his neck back to stretch it out, looking less than interested in the lesson. “My boyfriend is so sexy and I wish he would kiss me right now.”

Your eyes narrow, and you shake your head. He speaks up again. “I was kidding, actually it means, Donghyuck, I love when you wear your leather jacket, it makes you look so sexy.” 

You lean forward, capturing your head in your hands in frustration. He just laughs. “Tu es une telle honte, pourquoi je sors avec toi,” you sigh out, exasperated. 

“Oh,” he hums, leaning forward to hold your hands instead. “Maybe that one means, My girlfriend is so beautiful and smart?” You look up at him, raising an eyebrow at his sudden attempt to appeal to you. “Because you are.”

You roll your eyes, a smile spreading over your lips. “Actually I was calling you a disgrace and wondering why I’m even dating you.”

“Not surprised,” he chuckles softly, but immediately closes the French textbook on the desk before the two of you. “Come on, you know I’m not good at this school thing. Mr. Qian already knew that when he asked you to tutor me. How about,” he tilts his head at you, about to put up an offer. “We ditch this tutoring session and go get some ice cream? On me.”

A purse of your lips tells him you’re considering it, and he adds, “If anything, I’m just studying more by being with a beautiful lady who speaks fluent French.” 

You chuckle, leaning forward with pursed lips. “Je t'aime.”

“That one I know,” he smiles as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “Love you too. Now let’s go,” he says, standing and pulling you along by the hand. 

'Cause every night she studies hard in her room At least that's what her parents assume But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend.

Carefully you climb down the side of the house, trying your best not to make any noise against the wall but also trying not to fall to your death. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as both your feet touch the solid ground.

“Going somewhere?”

Immediately you jump, eyes widened as you turn to meet the owner of the voice. “Donghyuck!” You hiss, voice still low. “I thought you were my dad!”

“Well, you can call me daddy too,” your boyfriend says as he approaches you to press a kiss on your cheek. The tip of his light chin stubble brushes on your skin as he does so. 

“Don’t even joke about that,” you roll your eyes, allowing him to slide an arm over your shoulder and walk you down the street to where he parked his car out of view from your house. “So, where are we going?” “A friend’s party. His name is Mark.”

A cautious eyebrow is raised by you. “Will anyone from school be there?”

He shakes his head in response, knowing you can’t be spotted together especially with you under his arm at a college party of course. You’ve got to protect your precious reputation. “Nah, he’s in college. There’s no way he’d let high schoolers in.”

“We’re high schoolers, silly.”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugs before turning and grinning sinfully at you. “But we’re cool.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” you tease as he releases you and unlocks his car.

She may be clever but she just acts too square 'Cause in the back of the room where nobody looks She'll be with her boyfriend, she's not reading books.

As you slide up onto your tiptoes, the feeling of your boyfriend pressing against you is much too present and you scoff. “Can you stop being a horndog and get this book for me?”

“Darling,” he chastises, reaching up to grab it easily above you. “That’s what I was doing.”

As he hands the book to you, you roll your eyes. “Sure, like you weren’t trying to rub up on me.” 

“Not at all,” responds Donghyuck, dark eyes glinting with mischief. You leave him behind as you turn into the next aisle, searching carefully for the next book you were looking for. As you get deeper into the library shelves, the light gets further away and the tall shelves begin to cast a shadow upon your hidden figures. “Why do you even wear your uniform, anyways? You know it’s not required by the school.” 

“Yeah,” you respond matter-of-factly. “But as the vice president I should adhere to the suggestions set by the administration. Clearly you don’t care,” you say, glancing over his usual outfit of ripped jeans (which definitely didn’t fit normal dress code anyways) and his trademark leather jacket over a white Adidas shirt. 

“Okay, but your president Huang Renjun is a lame virgin with a stick up his ass and even he doesn’t wear his uniform everyday,” retorts your boyfriend.

“More reason why I should have been president instead,” you respond, scanning over the back of a book sounding not at all petty.

“That’s because at the time, you were more focused on becoming my girlfriend than campaigning, you minx,” Donghyuck teases as you slide the book back into its place, unsatisfied with its synopsis. When you don’t respond, instead turning into yet another aisle, he follows you, fingers tugging slightly at your skirt. “That’s okay, I like the skirt anyways,” he says, his famous smirk over his lips as your mouth gapes and a flustered warmth slides up to your cheeks. “S’cute.”

She said to me, forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Donghyuck already starts as he approaches you in the front of the school, already losing his bad boy personality in the fear that you’d be upset at him. “I’m so sorry.”

The two of you had been caught making out in the bleachers by a few members of the football team after school yesterday. Okay, perhaps it wasn’t the most discreet of places but you swore they’d announced over the intercom that football practice was cancelled for the day! Unluckily, it seemed a few players still wanted to get some practice in. 

Surely, rumors flew in less than twenty-four hours. Y/N, with Donghyuck? No way. Impossible.

Yeah, that was what you thought too, until it happened. You fell for him, for all his rough edges and playful teasing. He doesn’t deserve to be hidden. 

The smile you give him must throw him off, because he blinks. He’s probably forgotten his pre-made apology; he knows how important your reputation is to him. In his silence, you speak up.

“I don’t want to hide anymore. Let’s,” you propose as you interlace your hands, surely feeling eyes on you already. “Show them what a hot couple looks like.” 

He blinks, eyes flying to your hands and it’s probably the first time you’ve seen the snarky Donghyuck speechless. He recovers smoothly, smirking and nodding. “Okay. Let’s blow them away.” 

“But if you fail your French test in third period, I will break up with you.”

A boisterous laugh leaves his lips as he kicks open the doors to the school hallway. “Noted.”

Before the two of you enter the hallway to expose your unlikely clandestine romance to everyone, you lean up and whisper in his ear. “Je t'aime.”

“I know what that means,” he smirks as he presses a proud kiss onto your temple, and takes a step inside. 

[worstloki]

Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1

just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kid’s life goal is to “hunt down the monsters and slay them all”. I’ll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of “...just like you did Father” but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isn’t even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he would’ve cut his head with the way he’s moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face he’s making. contrasts very nicely with Loki’s ‘,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.

“the jotuns must pay for what they have done! they broke into the weapons vault! if the frost giants had stolen even one of these relics!” thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. “well, what would you do about this?” odin asks him. “march into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so they’ll never try anything like this again!” wow okay so we’ve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. that’s funny, i thought loki was the genocidal one. hmm. i also just realized that the loki exclusive clip gives loki the same hairstyle thor has here so do what you will with that information.

0/10. horrible. terrible. i dont care how angy thor is about not getting to kill some jotuns or become king today this very instant, that is a tremendous waste of food. an absolute fool. how can he just remorselessly throw the bread to the floor. if loki stabbed him when he was 7 he would deserve it for this table flip alone. what a privileged white *ssh*le.

loki came skulking around a corner and suggested not to go to jotunheim and not only did thor not suspect anything but he also then went on to decide to go to jotunheim. 10/10 himbo material. 

if tumblr didn’t have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. he’s such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content i’m here for.

“I have no plans to die today” thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone they’re gone. he’s literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thor’s grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thor’s plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until they’re all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but i’m not even twenty minutes in so i’ll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, you’re such an idiot.

“HOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!” thor you sweet sweet summer idiot, please, i am beggin,g you,, learn to rea,d , a room,, literally everyone else who came with you is regretting it, there is complete silence and only the rumble of the opposing king is meeting your “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN”s, please, please take some notes from Loki, or, you know, literally anyone else in the room, since everyone is asking you to get out of this realm while you still can,

thor’s stupid smile makes an appearance after he gets called a princess and decides to fight a whole realm over it. you know what? thor is a princess. he’s the prettiest princess in all the lands. what’s thor gonna do about it? is he going to fight me too? I hope he does the stupid grin first. minus 15 points for the sexism. thor is a complete and utter sadistic fool who needs to get a hobby. seriously, he’s 1500 years old and still going on and on about slaying all the frost giants. boi, i hate to break it to you, but your dad is not the best or only example of greatness out there. i don’t think your dad even qualifies as an example of that. 

“THEN. GO!” 🥰 ahh yes, just thor thingz 🥰🥰 like when one friend has had his arm burnt 🥰 and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, 🥰🥰 and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, 🥰 and your brother is telling you they must go, 🥰 and you decide to buy everyone time by laughing maniacally and killing more frosties because you care for them and dont find joy in destruction like a loon 🥰🥰🥰 

THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6′6′’ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell “FATHAA!! WE’LL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!” as if the last thing Odin told him wasn’t “no, thor, we’re not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.” 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldn’t ask for Thor to be more of a fool. This is PEAK Thor energy. Look at that face. I feel like Thor spends half this movie with his nostrils flared. I love it.

okay i gotta give thor credit for rightfully calling odin “an old man and a fool” but also there was not even 1 frame of the scene where Thor had a decent face so now all i see is >:O >:| >:o >:[ when i watch that scene. yelling at odin was great, not yelling at odin after he HUAERGHed at loki was less great, but to be fair it’s thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss. 

thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling “HAMMAA?? HAMMER??” over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I don’t know what else there is to say about this.

“you dare threaten me? puny human?”. so. uhh. basically. Thor knew she was threatening him? He KNEW she had a weapon? instead he made a face and started yelling as he tried to walk his way closer????? thor you complete and utter dum dum. you frickin hairball-for-brains. im not even surprised darcy tasered him. with that kind of face, i’d taser him too.

when you wake up in an unknown place to a person smiling at you without a stupid smile, the first step is always to attack first and ask questions later 😌😌😌 (but seriously thor you imbecile why didn’t you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. you’ll remain a clueless buffoon if you don’t listen to anyone.)

just a quick recap but thor was knocked unconscious by a van and these people kidnapped him aboard and the next scene we see him in he’s checking himself out in  mirror after presumably changing right there in the open?????? these are the things that make thor thor. any other character and i’d question it so much, but this is thor, and i truly believe this is in-character for him. just change in the open because why not? thor is a beefcake and that’s his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment. 

I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and “5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist trope” flashed through his mind.

“but no more smashing!” Jane says, and then Thor proceeds to check her out and smile unlike an idiot and like a douche. was this his version of flirting???? i’m not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and she’s getting mad at him and berating him about it, and he’s liking it. y’all i’m sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.

im DYING. THAT ISN’T EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I can’t keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Jane’s response makes so much more sense now; she’s laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like “uhh, thank you? ahaha,” and then she keeps looking back longingly when walking away. they are doing this in PLAIN sight of EVERYONE. Darcy and Erik are standing RIGHT THERE, and Thor is doing weird things to her with his mouth. I’m out. I am done here. goodbye. 

return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. “I’ve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?” “many times, but you are brave to do it.” “I have nothing else to lose.” “ah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.” “realm? rEaLm?” “you think me strange?” “yes” “good strange or bad strange?” “I haven’t decided yet.” I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like “uh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge 😜🤪” i feel so sorry for jane here, didn’t know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking 😭😭😭 i also no longer have questions about how the trip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HALF-HOUR ONE turned into one that LASTED TILL THE SUN WENT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY TO SETTING by the time they arrived. I have no questions. please. I don’t want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. don’t make me think about it.

thor’s plan had 3 steps and they were 1. give jane his jacket 2. walk in and get his hammer 3. fly out. that was literally his plan. he had the first “I have a plan. attack.” moment in the MCU. pure concentrated 0-brain-cells energy right here. how can you not stan this king of d*mb*ssery. look at him, flaunting his big boy muscles. he’s about get his hammer and fly out, like he just told jane with a trademark stupid-smile.

crop-top hair-mop thor is my favourite thor. the way the entire fight scene parallels a hamster in a maze only exemplifies the thor vibes for some inexplicable reason.

“you’re big. fought bigger.” + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me. 

I swear i’m not making up this romantic subtext but it’s barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thor’s attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. I’m not kidding. First there’s a shot where Thor pulls aside a hamster-cage-wall blind which mirrors a shower-curtain, and THEN he walks around the hammer while smiling douche-ly at it, we get a few close-ups to his face which are shot from angles slightly lower than himself, giving him an aire of superiority, plus the music adds to this, he reaches out for the hammer’s handle with a mud-covered arm in the rain, in non-slow-motion slow-motion, and he wraps his arm around it, like, he fully twists his arm, unecessarily sexually, around it as he grabs the hammer. This is not okay. On the plus side, it makes the movie much more entertaining,, on the down side,,.

im not going to call Thor dumb for not knowing he’s not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after he’d thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldn’t lift the hammer and just lets himself get caught. like, dude, get a life, go buy a new weapon from the store, seriously. he mourns for the hammer on-screen longer than he does for loki. he also looks like he’s in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies he’s already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (that’s code for please change, thor, please,)

thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point he’s being a complete asgardian *ss about it and it’s reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. i’m not saying anything happened, but Thor’s openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are “he’s fine, not injured at all,” followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of “we drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,” and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says “i still don’t believe you’re the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,” so... your choice, i guess...

thor’s got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes jane’s life’s work notebook and starts doodling in it about trees. the last time his father told him this story about Yggdrasil was when he was 5 and he clearly hasn’t payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge you’re passing on hear. ‘i come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,’ ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you can’t because you’re thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldn’t even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldn’t trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.

THIS is thor’s realization face. in case anyone was interested in what ‘dawning truth’ looked like on him. 😰😪 THIS is the face of a thinker, of a man betrayed by his own beloved brother for unprecedented reasons. look at the nuance in his expression. 😩😩😩 so many emotions, I can’t even count them all 😩💯😪

stupid smile and “do not worry my friends, i have a plan,” he says, “i’ll just try and abuse the fact that Loki’s super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what he’s rightfully angry about this time,” he doesn’t think to himself because that is NOT the smile of someone who is thinking... like, at all. +10000 points to gryffinthor. the d*mb*ssery really jumps out.

“im sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever you’re blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but you’re disturbing innocents that i don’t really care about but you’re the one making a scene in front of them so why don’t you admit you won’t kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?” and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI that’s what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. he’s just so dumb, your honour, please, you must understand, the victim pleads guilty on all charges of d*mb*ss and d*mb*ss alone.

I can NOT describe the emotions I feel knowing that Thor is suck-kissing Jane’s knuckles. Like, his mouth is literally jelly-ing it up against her hand. There is suction there and it shows when he is placing and removing his mouth. I promise that’s what is happening. I’m not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thor’s going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if it’s just Jane’s hand. He’s maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie. 

i’m only adding this in as a thor moment because of how desperately and badly they kiss. seriously. 2/10 kiss. im not surprised jane broke up with him. they look like two actual seals fighting over an actual grape. while i’m here i’m going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were y’all on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he won’t even do it well because he is the peakest of peak d*m d*m. look at this man. look at his face. that is the face of an absolute himbo idiot, and it’s the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. he’s been stranded on earth for 2 days, max, and his flirt-count is at 69 people because his name is one letter away from thot. i bet his terrible use of a pen from early means he writes his ‘r’s like ‘t’s and he doesn’t even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesn’t get much more romance-thor than two individuals smooshing their faces together after some finger sucking. that finger sucking is gonna leave jane simping for years. and that’s true love babey. <3

“I’ll handle my Brother!” Thor says, as if Loki didn’t send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Loki’s weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if he’s on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and you’re just gonna???????????? jog on over to him????? Thor??????????? bruH???????????? buddy??????? pal???????? you really wanna go 1v1 the brother you very clearly underestimate and know nothing about????????????????? im loving the confidence, but, no.

Loki: “you literally can’t stop this from here.” Thor, immediately: “i’m going to hit it with the hammer and see if that works” and then it does in fact work later... technically speaking, even if it ends up causing chaos destruction and death and loki falling off the bifrost 😔😔😔 but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!

“you can’t kill an entire race!!!!” Thor yells, teeth gritted, as he faces his brother, his coward pacifist brother, who has suddenly decided he wants to join the age-old family tradition of realm-destroying, when this is supposed to be Thor’s dream, Thor’s, not Loki’s. How dare he, Thor thinks to himself, fist clenched around Mjolnir in anger, the pain of the handle pressing against his palm perhaps the only thing preventing him from lashing out at this thought, that’s my planet of monsters to slay, he should go get his own! Loki hits Thor across the face with the back-end of his spear. “Now fight me,” Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his life’s ambition, and he is sent sprawling backwards across the observatory, slowly but surely sliding to a stop despite his catatonic, very symbolic silence.

the elegance, the poise, i see your time on earth has made you no less graceful, Thor. the simple magnitude of this sprawl. the spread of the arms. the turn of the feet. this is not a dude, this is a man.

sometimes your brother starts vehemently talking about he’s gonna kill the race of monsters and about how he’s only ever wanted to be your equal and about how he’s not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say “this is madness” instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the  deets 🔥 👊💯😩

Loki is whipping Thor’s butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thor’s d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thor’s face, now he’s just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thor’s face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesn’t think anything is up with this, gosh he’s such an absolute utter idiot

sometimes your brother laughs way too much and also cries too much in a fight and there are also too many of him so you just need to blast lightning so you get a shot at all of them 😌😌😌 and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest 😌😌😌 but it’s okay because Thor left holes in Loki’s container 😌😌😌

now THIS is the meat to Thor’s funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a “wiser king” or a “better father” than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face and— what do you mean he wasn’t joking

look at Thor’s stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thor’s face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Loki’s death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. He’s just,, he’s just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses. 

[loversamongus]

Lovers Among Us - atla smau

masterlist / part 17 / part 18 / part 19

a/n: Zuko and Y/n’s conversation under the cut!

With both crutches under your arms, you made your way to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Zuko was standing there just as he said. You caught a quick glimpse of him leaning against the hallway wall with his arms folded, but he immediately straightened up when his eyes met yours. You felt your stomach drop a little and you had the sudden inclination to worm your way back inside the room where your friends sat still watching the movie. Surely, a man with razor hands and a decaying face who kills you in your nightmares is less frightening than this leap you’re about to take. Zuko must have felt your apprehension though because he held the door wide to help you through it and rested his hand on your shoulder to guide you across the threshold.

“You know, once I get a boot instead of these crutches, this will be a lot easier,” you said, more of an attempt to calm the hurricane of butterflies boarding up in your gut. “I could probably kick Sokka pretty hard with the boot, now that I think about it.”

Zuko didn’t respond; he only smiled. You would not have thought much about such a small smile, but recently everything about Zuko seemed to become a permanent fixture in your mind.

For the first time, you noticed just how small Zuko’s smiles actually were. So small, in fact, that if someone were not looking close enough, they may just assume his face was resting in his typical trademark scowl. How wrong they’d be though, you thought. They’d just be searching for his smiles in the wrong place. His real smile was in his eyes. There was a glow and warmth in his eyes. It was both inviting and comforting like a steady fire on a cold winter day. Zuko quirked an eyebrow, which you noticed immediately as you had just then registered that you had been staring at him through that entire internal monologue. Suddenly the carpeted hallway became very interesting. And the heat on your cheeks? Definitely from the temperature in the hallway. Or the strain of crutching around. Yep. That’s it completely.

You were quiet the rest of the walk to the car. You were quiet for the car ride to the Jasmine Dragon. While you said nothing, your decided to be quite the chatterbox. In addition to noticing and now appreciating all of Zuko’s little quirks, you also began to reflect on memories of your friendship with Zuko. You remembered when you first became friends with him and almost pulling an all nighter just texting each other. You remembered going to the farmer’s market with the gang, and splitting up to cover more group. Zuko stayed with you and carried all the fresh produce you picked out. For months the two of you kept up an inside joke about the man at the cabbage stand. You remembered how much you missed him when he went home to the Fire Nation one summer. You remembered the instant joy you felt when he came back early and being stricken with concern when he said he won’t be going back home for awhile. You remembered when Iroh was sick and had to be hospitalized for some time and Zuko called you at 3 in the morning just so completely lost. You remembered how you did the same thing when your grandmother was died. He rushed over to your room immediately and just hugged you until you felt something again. And you did feel something back then. But what, you didn’t know. So you pushed it aside and carried on.

The car door opened, jolting you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Zuko offering his hand. “We’re here,” he said, and you took his hand which guided you out of the car. He had already taken your crutches out from the backseat and handed them to you.

Silently, you thanked the heavens for giving you a best friend who has his own set of keys to his uncle’s tea shop. It was late and the Jasmine Dragon had closed hours ago. While you still wished Freddy Krueger would just come and kill you now, you were glad that you and Zuko would at least have some privacy. He gestured for you to take a table while he flipped on a few lights and shuffled to the back to brew up some tea. Of course, he returned after some agonizing, nervous foot-tapping moments later with your favorite blend.

“So,” he said.

“So,” you echoed.

“I’m sorry for walking out earlier.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

It was quiet for a moment and you desperately sought to find something interesting to fixate on other than Zuko thrumming his fingers on the table. The tea. The tea is nice. Good, although Zuko definitely added too much honey. You smiled though, knowing that despite his subpar tea making skills, he always remembers what you like. You could have been happy just sitting there, but Zuko broke the silence.

“What are we doing?”

“Well, I’m trying to stomach this overly sweetened tea. What are you doing?”

“Y/N…” This time Zuko’s eye did not smile at your attempt for lightheartedness. Try as you might, this was going to be a serious conversation.

“I don’t know, Zuko.”

“You have to know something,” he scoffed. Looking up, you caught him rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair so that he could cross his arms again.

“Don’t you scoff at me. You got us into this mess.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously. You could practically hear the yell he was biting back. An opening. He was frustrated. You could convince him that this wouldn’t work. That you’re better off as friends because your friendship has already survived fights and your stupidity. But anything more? What kind of stress could that put on the both of you? What if it created cracks in the foundation?

“Yes, you. If you hadn’t walked out and caused a scene, we’d be enjoying a movie night or killing Sokka again.”

“I just apologized for walking out!”

“And I said you have nothing to apologize for!”

“YOU JUST SAID I CAUSED A SCENE!” His voice rose and his hands fisted through his hair. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tried again. This time his voice was much softer, gentler.

“Why are you pushing me away?”

A worthy counterattack. You could feel his tugging on your heart strings. But you are a fortress, you will not crumble. This is for the best of your friendship, you reminded yourself.

But then he looked up and you looked away quickly. He moved his head to try to recapture your attention.

“Y/N,” your name on his lips was almost a whisper, a prayer really. You hesitantly looked back at him. “Ask me when.”

“When what?”

“When I knew that I love you.”

You felt your eyebrows shoot up towards your hairline and your jaw slackened in shock. Immediately, that hurricane of butterflies roared again. In your stomach. In your heart. In your throat. Can a fortress withstand an army of thousands of butterflies?

“When?” Your voice was faint, but you heard the simple question fall from your lips.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Zuko!” you groaned and facepalmed. “Why would you have me ask you that then?!”

“Because it wasn’t just one moment,” his voice had not changed from that soft tone. “There were so many moments that made me realize I love you.”

You could only gulp down a couple butterflies before he continued in a passion of communication.

“The first time I heard you laugh. When I see you hug my uncle. When you cried snot on my shoulder after watching Coco. I can’t narrow it down to one moment. All I know is when I’m with you, since I’ve met you, I’ve been genuinely happy. Hell, I look forward to just sitting next to you in class—“

“Why?” you interrupted.

“Why do I like sitting next to you in class?”

“No. Why do you love me?” Your voice was so quiet that a pin dropping to the floor would make more noise.

“I don’t think I could pick one reason either.”

“Try. Please.”

He paused for a moment to think, to choose the right words. All through his thinking, his eyes never left yours.

“You know me,” he said finally. “You listen to me and… you care about what I have to say. You know what will make me smile or what to say when I’m upset, even if I don’t want to talk. You know what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking. I love the way you lo—“ he caught himself and looked down at the table. “I love the way you care about me.”

Silence invaded the Jasmine Dragon again. It settled for a while between the two of you and you digested Zuko’s words. He said you know him but you have absolutely no idea what to say next.

“Okay,” Zuko the silence breaker spoke again. “I did all my talking. It’s your turn now.”

“My turn?” It was your turn to ask incredulously.

“Yes, your turn.”

“I don’t have anything to say.” Zuko’s words may have collapsed an area of the fortress but you began rebuilding brick by brick.

“Bullshit,” he almost laughed, but there was no mirth in his voice. “You wouldn’t have come to the door if you didn’t have anything to say.”

“Zuko, I--” you began, only to get cut off again.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said seriously. “Actually, I still have my fifth rule to use. Rule #5 is Y/n has to be honest with me.”

“Really?” you deadpanned. “Of all the possibilities, that’s what you come up with?”

“If it gets us to have this conversation, then yes.”

It was quiet again. Avoiding his gaze again, you look down at the table. Now you were most definitely pushed up against your last wall. A white flag would have to be raised. You were only tried to think up the words for your declaration of love surrender.

“Zuko, I--” you tried again. “I’m afraid.”

“Of me?”

“No,” you had to laugh. “No, of course not. I’m afraid of losing you.” Your honesty suddenly gave you a second wind, quiet and shaken voice be gone. Now you were animated in your best attempt to express yourself. “What if, what if we don’t work out?” you pleaded for him to understand. “What if it doesn’t work and you stop loving me and we start to hate each other and then we don’t want to even be in the same room as each other and then our friends will have to take sides and then the whole group falls apart?”

Zuko took a moment to take in your plea. You could tell her was considering what would be the best response. “Do you think that would happen if Sokka and Suki break up?”

“I already told Suki I’m taking her side no matter what so....”

You both laughed, and seeing Zuko smile again relieved some of your nervousness. It was so easy to talk to him. So easy to be honest with him. 

“I guess it depends then,” Zuko started up the conversation again. “If you maybe... felt the same way about me.” A small smile formed on his lips again but this time there was hesitancy in his eyes. You felt the urge to start rebuilding the fortress again but you promised to follow Zuko’s fifth rule of honesty. There was no turning back.

“I do,” you replied surely and you made it a point to make eye contact with him. You noticed the hesitancy slip away and the warmth and glow of his eyes returned. 

“Then you’re not going to lose me. If it doesn’t work, then fine. I’m your best friend first and foremost and you are mine. But I love you. And I want to see where that takes us.”

It wasn’t the first time he said he loved you during this conversation but for the first time, you felt complete ease overwhelm you. As if this was exactly where you were meant to be. With the person you were meant to be with. Fear and insecurity had washed away.

“Okay,” you smiled. “I love you, too.”

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[digitalworldbound]

day six: separation

summary: a sequel of sorts to "unexpected". hikari has to tell takeru the news.

tw: brief discussion of outcomes of a pregnancy

The examination table was uncomfortable. Her gown hung loose over her thin frame, something Hikari considered a blessing when she was able to wrap it around herself to keep the doctor’s cold hands at bay.

“What brings you in today?” Hikari’s doctor seemed kind enough. He flipped through her file, skimming his eyes across her vitals and symptoms. His smile reminded her of Jou, though he lacked the existential dread that was a trademark of her senior. Amongst the posters of glowing mothers and anatomical diagrams, her doctor looked downright cheerful. Her stomach churned.

“I think I might be…” her voice trailed off. White splotches formed around her knees where she had pressed them together. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the doctor, shame coloring her cheeks.

The doctor hummed in acknowledgement. “Well, your blood test does confirm that you are, in fact, pregnant.” Hikari flinched. It didn’t make sense. She had convinced herself that the pregnancy test she took at home didn’t count; the box itself said it was only ninety-seven percent accurate. Statistics had always been on her side, so why were they failing her now?

He gave her a few moments to collect herself before breaking the silence once more. “Would you like to hear your options?”

Hikari’s laughter sounded forced and hollow. “Options? Like what? Choosing between which family member murders me when I tell them?”

“Depending on what you choose, you may not have to tell them. Legally, you are an adult and can choose your favorable outcome of this…situation” Hikari’s wild eyes and quivering lip stirred something in the doctor’s stomach. She looked so small on the table, so young. Her file said she was nineteen years old, but the girl in front of him was heartbreakingly frail.

“You may not be able to control how your family will react, but you can decide what happens from here on out.” The doctor leaned against the sterile counter, clipboard pushed aside. “Firstly, you can choose to carry the baby to full term. After you give birth, you can either keep the child or sign it up to become adopted by another family.” He paused. Hikari wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, eyelashes clumped with unshed tears.

Clearing the lump in his throat, the doctor continued. “As of right now, you are only about seven weeks along. If you don’t like your first two options, there is still enough time to get an abor- “

“No, please.” Her voice was hoarse, cracking as the weight of her responsibility hit her.

He watched as her tears riveted down her cheeks before excusing himself politely. There wasn’t anything else he could do for her; it was her choice.

-

It was well past dinner time when Hikari tip-toed into their shared apartment. With all of the lights off, she could pretend that she was alone. With the lights off, she could ignore the plate of food that had been waiting for her and her boyfriend’s shoes by the door. It was time to tell him.

Takeru’s voice seeped out from underneath their bedroom door. “I don’t know what’s happening! That’s why I’m calling you. She won’t tell me anything, Miyako. Please, please, help me out.” It could have been the distress in his voice or the ultrasound crumpled in her hands, but Hikari’s eyes burned. Initially, she hadn’t wanted to burden him. A basketball scholarship and creative writing major would be abandoned for her. For them. Takeru would happily give up his dreams and hopes if Hikari so much as asked. She loved him so wholly and completely that she couldn’t bear to tell him the news; he would give up everything for her.

His footsteps traced the outline of their bedroom. She imagined him running his fingers through his hair like he did when he was frustrated. Miyako’s answer must have been vague, as Takeru’s voice rose to a new decibel.

“If it’s just a stomach bug, why has she been avoiding me? She won’t even let me touch her!” Takeru’s voice cracked. He was damned if she told him, he was damned if she didn’t.

Blood pounded in her ears. Though Hikari did her best to stay quiet, the hinges on the bedroom door gave her away. Blond hair whipped in her direction, her heart splintering.

His eyes puffy and bloodshot, Takeru was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was so unfair that he was his prettiest when he was distraught. Sniffling, he pulled her limp body to his chest. A shiver ran through her body as Takeru’s tears dampened her fringe. “Please.”

He knew that she had heard everything. Playing dumb was no longer an option. His voice trembled, his heart beating so fast, so erratically that it scared Hikari.

She relished in his warmth for a moment, letting her arms circle around her stomach. Once she told him, there would be no taking it back. It would hang between them, it would ruin everything. He loved her, even now. His heart solely belongs to her, and Hikari was about to crush it.

“Takeru.” It could have been the way her voice shook, or how she pushed him away. Regardless, his eyes were on her. The concern etched into his features nearly unraveled her. A lump crawled into her throat, a fresh wave of tears spilling over onto her cheeks.

Words spilled out of her. They didn’t make sense to her, but Takeru was kind. He listened so intently that it made her skin crawl. When the words finally dried up, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “Hikari, I don’t understand.” Slowly, he inched towards her as if she were a feral cat.

She wanted to run, but his hands held her firmly in place. He didn’t say anything else, choosing to press their foreheads together. His hands were shaking, his eyelashes clumped together. And yet, he was so gentle. He wanted to make sure that she was okay.

The ultrasound was crumpled before she handed to him, but his grip could have torn it in half. “Hikari, I don’t understand.”

Her tears dripped into her palms as she held her face in shame. “I’m pregnant.”

A sharp gasp shattered her heart. It’s best if he leaves, she reminded herself, but she wanted nothing more than for him to stay. Selfishly, wholeheartedly, she wanted him with her.

Then, she was flying. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, blindingly bright and full of promises she wasn’t sure he would keep. He spun her around and around until the smallest of giggles mingled with his own.

Setting her down, his hands found hers on her stomach. The doctor had told her that her bump wouldn’t be visible for another few weeks, but Hikari held his hand firmly in place. Takeru didn’t speak, lips trailing kisses across her face and down her neck.

“Takeru, I’m scared.” With his blind hair tickling her chin, it was hard to gauge his reaction.

He hugged her tight, snuggling further into her neck. “I’m terrified,” he admitted. “We’re so young, and there’s still so much that I want to do.” Hikari tensed. This was it.

“But,” he cupped her cheeks in between his palms, planting a kiss of reassurance on her lips, “I love you. You are the thing I am most sure about. This baby is an extension of you; of us. I’ll do whatever I need to take care of you both for the rest of my life.” A pair of thumbs wiped away her fresh tears. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

A gasp, then a pair of hands pulling closer. “Yes,” she whispered against his lips.

[uhgood-dooghu]

Dial Tone [M]

Author uhgood-dooghu

Pairing Namjoon x Reader

Summary Namjoon’s been gone for a week. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

Rating 18+

Genre Smut, fluff, my attempt at crack, established relationship

Warnings Explicit sexual content, phone sex, daddy kink you’ve been warned, dom/sub undertones, begging, edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, Namjoon’s packing, OC is a bro girl at heart, self gratuitous porn with no plot

Word Count 2.7k

“Daddy...”

Namjoon almost swerves into a passing truck as your breathy voice fills his car.

Swearing, he composes himself, eyes flitting rapidly between the road and his phone, the Bluetooth allowing a string needy moans to ring out from the speakers.

When you’d called earlier, he’d been in the middle of the Meeting of the Year (trademarked by Seokjin), deep in the throes of negotiations but also riding high on the success of the afternoon. He hadn’t seen the notification until he’d finally left the building forty-five minutes late, waving goodbye to his business partner and waiting for his car just outside the lobby. He’d frowned when he’d seen your name. You’d made plans this morning to call him later tonight, so the timestamp concerned him slightly, but he knew well enough that if there was an emergency, you would call at least 7 times. Probably blow up Seokjin’s phone as well.

Sliding into the drivers seat, he’d connected his phone and pulled onto the street, absentmindedly hitting play on your message.

Thank god Seokjin had declined his offer for a ride.

“Holy mother of fuck,” he exclaims, panic clouding his thoughts before he has the sense to throw a hand out and adjust the volume. Does he know what’s happening? No. But he really doesn’t need the bass bumping your moans through the window for the whole world to hear.

Gripping the steering wheel, he swallows thickly, ears tuning in to the words you start to speak.

“Daddy, I need you,” you whine. “Where are you? You said you’d be done by now–“ You break off with a gasp.

When it hits him, the panic subsides, his jaw locking in place as he maneuvers his way through the evening rush. To clarify, you’d made very specific plans to call him tonight.

Apparently you’d gotten impatient.

The way your voice shakes tells him you probably had three fingers buried in your pussy, trying and failing to replicate what his own fingers are capable of. He listens to you take a few grounding breaths.

“I miss you, daddy. You’ve been gone for so long–oh my god–I miss you touching me.”

Namjoon’s eyes harden and he presses harder on the gas. A horn blares to his left, but he ignores it completely, barely seeing the angry driver flip him off, because his pants suddenly feel much tighter than they did five seconds ago.

“I miss your fingers. And your dick. Fuuuck, daddyyy!”

Your moans start to escalate, chasing after that edge, likely trying so hard to curl your fingers against your g-spot while circling your clit frantically with your free hand. His knuckles whiten around the wheel, his exhale dark as your voice turns progressively more manic, more helplessly panicked, until you cry out in desperation, the way you always do when you’re denied.

Your voice cracks and he feels it right in his dick.

“Daddy daddy, please please please, call me back, please please, I wanna come, daddy, I’ve been so good, please please please, call me.”

Your words slur, voice wrecked, and you let out a final sob before the message ends.

Namjoon sits frozen for a moment, mechanically turning his car into the hotel drive, before he inhales sharply and looks down.

Yep, he’s hard as fuck.

“Shit.”

Pulling up to the valet, he fumbles with his belt, tucking his erection into his waistband with a silent prayer that it’ll be enough to save him some embarrassment. It probably won’t (surprise, it’s actually quite difficult to hide a massive dick, who would’ve thought), but he doesn’t have a whole lot of options. At least he wore black pants.

He grabs his phone and steps out of the car only a little awkwardly, passing the man his keys before making a beeline for the glass doors. Thankfully, the lobby is near vacant as he rushes to the elevator, angling himself away from the front desk. Still, the receptionist raises an eyebrow, so he forces a smile, dimples fully on display even as his eyes stare daggers at the dial above the door. Tapping at his phone, he shoots you a text.

Namjoon: Couldn’t wait for tonight, huh? [6:31 PM]

When the doors finally open, he darts inside, choosing his floor and frantically tapping the “close” button.

The elevator moves far too slowly. That’s all he can think as he adjusts his crotch, swearing under his breath. It does nothing to relieve the pressure and he swears again. He really does have big dick problems. He nearly trips when the doors slide open, narrowly missing a wide-eyed housekeeper passing by with a cleaning cart. He is quick to apologize but does not stop as he speeds to his suite, already tugging at the knot of his tie.

Letting himself through the door, he works the top few buttons of his shirt open and glances at his phone. You haven’t responded, which, knowing you, could mean one of two things. Either you let the moment pass...or you’re too fucked out to notice his message.

Quirking a brow, he texts again.

Namjoon: You there baby? [6:34 PM]

This time your response is immediate.

Y/n: Call me [6:34 PM]

With a chuckle, he strips to his boxers and falls to the mattress. Readjusting on the pillows, he presses the phone to his ear, listening to it ring twice before you pick up.

“Daddy…”

“Hi, baby.” He hooks his arm behind his head and licks his lips. “What you up to?”

He smirks when you moan, loud and wanton.

“Having fun?”

You stutter out a yes.

“Mmm, without me?”

He listens in amusement as you keen.

“I’m sorry, daddy, I c-couldn’t help it. I miss you!”

“It’s okay, princess. I miss you, too.”

In the background, he hears a soft drone.

“You got a toy in you, baby?”

“Mhmmm!”

“Yeah? Which one?”

You take a shaky breath. “T-the black one.”

He hums in approval, cock twitching at the image of you lying on the bed, legs spread, the suction cup of your favorite toy pressed to your clit while the other end curves inside you, buzzing against your g-spot. He can picture the way your eyes squeeze shut as you bite and suck on your fingers to keep yourself from touching.

“How long’s it been in, princess?”

“Too long,” you moan, and he tuts in disapproval.

“Not an answer.”

You whimper, voice pitching. “Since I c-called you.”

In the back of his mind, he’s impressed. That was at least an hour. Giving a low whistle, he finally reaches down and briefly palms himself. The relief shoots up his spine as he sighs.

“Dang, baby. Wanna tell daddy what you did while you waited for me?”

The way you groan tells him you’d much rather not, but he waits expectantly. You know what to say if you want to stop. You exhale a few times before managing to speak.

“I u-used my fingers...and I played with my clit. I got myself m-messy for you.” You pause to breathe. “Then g-got close, I was so close, and then I called you.”

You’re starting to heave, voice modulating rhythmically, and Namjoon suspects you are rocking your head back and forth, trying to keep the pleasure at bay. His dick throbs, but he refuses to touch just yet. Not until he hears you be good for him.

“Keep going, baby.”

You huff a whine and press on. “T-then I put my toy in...I let it suck my clit–ah!”

The device clicks off and he swells with pride and satisfaction as you pant heavily in his ear. Your self-control never fails to blow his mind. He doesn’t even have to tell you what to do, you’re so desperate to please. Tugging at his waistband, he pulls the elastic below his balls, finally wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and squeezing.

“You like that, huh? You like your toy sucking your clit?”

“D-daddy sucks it better.” You mewl and click the toy back to life.

He allows himself a smug grin. Sue him, it’s nice to hear. “What then, baby? What did you do next?”

Slowly, he starts raking his fist over his shaft, swirling the palm over the tip, and he bites back a groan, because, shit, he gets so ridiculously hard for you, it’s almost pathetic. Almost.

“I–fuck–I kept it inside me, and I...I p-played with my nipples until I was close–shiiiiit.”

You’re losing coherency by the second, and Namjoon loves it. It sets his nerve-endings on fire. Makes him a little light-headed himself. Still, he murmurs soft praises in your ear, wishing he was there to stroke your hair and kiss your face, your hands, literally every inch of your body. It takes you a minute to continue, the vibe clicking on and off once more.

“I was s-so close, and then I t-turned it up and it felt so good, daddy, it felt so good!” You’re on the verge of tears, and Namjoon smiles fondly, dragging his thumb through the precum beading at his slit.

“I’m sure it did, baby. Were you a good girl?”

“Yes yes yes,” you insist, and he hears the frantic rustle of sheets. “I was good, I didn’t come. I promise.” There’s a slight change in your voice, the toy becoming more muffled, and he can tell you’ve flipped to your stomach. “I promise.” This time you actually sob, and Namjoon shushes you softly.

“It’s okay, baby, I believe you.”

You moan. “Daddy, I wanna come.”

The throb of his dick lets him know he wants you to come, too. He moves his fist just a little faster.

“I know, baby.” Biting his lip, he lets his eyes fall shut. “But I want you to use your fingers first. Take the toy out and get them wet. Taste yourself for me, princess.”

You shift and, a few moments later, audibly swallow.

“Tastes so good...” you moan.

Fuck.

“Yeah? Nice and sweet for me?”

Your affirming whimper is slightly muffled, and Namjoon can see the way you press your face into the mattress, ass up and knees wide, fingers drenched in your own slick and drool as you rock your hips in the air. The image is lethal.

“Yesss daddy, please–“ You choke in the way you do when you force yourself to hold off for him. “Please, I’m so close, I’ve been so close for so long, please.”

God, he doesn’t know why he loves this so much. It’s almost sadistic how much he gets off on hearing you beg, on hearing you so broken and needy and desperate, such a far cry from the confidently composed woman he knows you to be.

In the beginning, he was confused, reluctant even, when you asked him to take control of your pleasure. Even though the idea sent a shiver up his spine, he couldn’t imagine you of all people truly wanting something like that. You, who demands control in every aspect of your life, who refuses to take orders and sends 6’ 5”, built-like-dump-truck CEOs crashing face first into their glass office doors (a story for another time).

He asked you again and again and again if you were sure, hesitant to jump too hastily, no matter how badly his mind and body buzzed at the thought. It took you grabbing his face and shaking him, promising him you wanted this, wanted him to have that final say, for him to finally agree. You had a more detailed conversation after that, discussing boundaries and safe words and all the nuts and bolts he was adamant to set firmly in place.

You haven’t come without permission since.

And now, as you whine and beg for him, completely at his mercy even 1,000 miles away, he revels in the power trip. He feels it swim through his veins and collect in his dick, and yeah, another drop of precum oozes out because that’s how much he fucking loves this.

“Daddy,” you choke, and he can tell you’re quickly reaching a breaking point.

“It’s ok, princess, I’m here.”

Putting you on speaker, he sets his phone on his chest and reaches down to cup his balls. He’s barely touched himself, but they’re already so tight, and he knows he won’t need a whole lot to get there. You do all the work without even trying.

You keen helplessly, and he rolls the flesh in his palm.

“Alright, baby,” he coos. “Put your toy back in. I want you to turn it up high. I wanna hear it, okay?”

The answering buzz has you crying out. Loudly.

Namjoon grins in satisfaction. Resting his head back, he tugs on his dick, finally allowing the warmth to grow and spread throughout his limbs. Your moans spur him on, his pace increasing in time with your desperation, until all he can hear are your sobs of ‘daddy daddy daddy!’

Fuck, he’s close.

“You know what to do, baby,” he growls.

You’re practically wailing, words muffled and unintelligible, and he fleetingly wishes he had FaceTimed you instead.

“Can’t hear you, princess.”

You gasp loudly.

“P-please, daddy, can I come?” You break off in a desperate slur of pleasepleaseplease, and that’s all he needs to snap.

Gritting his teeth, he tightens his fist.

“Come.”

“Fuck, daddy!” You squeal, crying out for him incoherently as you fall apart, the sound slightly distorted from the way your writhing rustles the sheets against the speaker.

“Good girl,” he groans, fist pumping furiously, head falling back as your whimpers send him over the edge. Cum spurts over his hand and stomach in hot streaks. “Such a good girl for me, fuck.”

He works himself through the pleasure, dragging his cum back down his cock, all the while showering you with praise as you gasp helplessly.

“Fuck, baby, you did so well.” With a hiss, he slows his hand to a stop, giving himself one last squeeze before dropping his dick to his stomach. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You hear me?”

You whimper, panting heavily, toy already clicked silent, and he knows you’re just about boneless on the sheets. For a second he lies there, letting the cloud settle, his sticky hand hanging off the bed. Taking a breath, he checks in.

“Can you talk to me, y/n?”

You don’t respond right away. “G-give me a minute,” you eventually whisper, and he relents with a soft ‘okay.’

It takes about five minutes, but he finally hears your breathing level out, a sated sigh crackling though the phone.

“How you feeling, babe?”

“Dead.”

He laughs, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand. “How long were you–“

“Two hours. Two fucking hours, Joon.” He laughs again, wiping the cum from his abs and fingers. “How long does it take to check your messages, goddamn!”

“Sorry, the meeting ran long.”

You hum in mock annoyance, then yawn loudly. “It went well, at least?”

“Mhmm, really well. We closed the deal.”

“Fuck yeah, bro.”

Laughing, Namjoon tosses the tissues in the trash and falls back onto the pillows. “Were you really edging for that long?”

“I mean, I took a couple breaks, but yeah, pretty much.”

He shakes his head, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry, baby, you know you didn’t have to–“

“Namjoon. It felt good. Really good.”

“...well, shit.”

You snort, and he lets go of any intrusive thoughts. He trusts that you know what you want, and lord knows he’ll give you anything you ask for. He hears you yawn once more with a smile.

“You should go to sleep.”

“It’s only 7.”

“You’ll be asleep in an hour anyways.”

You shift on the bed with a scoff. “You calling me old?”

“If you want me to.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

Namjoon smiles, and starts softly asking about your day, content to just hear your voice and stare aimlessly at the ceiling. Eventually, though, you settle into silence, simply listening to each other breathe. It’s not nearly as good as feeling your warmth beside him, but he’ll live. Still, he’s counting down the hours until his plane lands in a few days and he can kiss you for real. It’s been a long week.

He sighs. “I miss you, y/n.”

“I miss you, too, Joonie. I love you.”

His heart swells and he closes his eyes. He loves you, too. So goddamn much.

© moodievitamine, January 2021. Please do not copy, repost, or translate!

[dinogoofy]

Maybe continuation of the Kung Lao fic? 🐇Or I'd love to see a fic where Kung Lao gets hurt and reader has to take care of him 💓 (or the other way around, I don't really care, haha)

Kung Lao x F! Reader- part 2.

We're allies, not Friends.-2

I hope you like this!

⚠️TW for near death. ⚠️

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"You're an idiot. You know that right?!" Arrows whizzed passed your head as you threw Kung Lao's arm over your shoulder, counting on your luck not to run out as each one missed. Raiden had sent you and Lao on a mission to outworld to check up on a few groups that were still resisting Kitana Kahn's rule, and obviously, it had taken a turn for the worse.

Lao grunted in response as you dragged him to cover, hiding behind a rock while desperately ripping off a strip of your jacket to press to the gaping wound in his side. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from panicking in the face of all of this. Of course you'd be the one to get ambushed.

Kung Lao wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. The two of you were supposed to split up, but you ended up being grateful that he stayed with you. You felt guilty for getting him hurt, but knew that if you were by yourself this fight would've ended much quicker.

Kung Lao grunted in pain as you continued to put pressure on his wound, uncharacteristically quiet. Peaking over the rock just a bit, you were thankful that the archers that remained were keeping their distance. A grumble of your name brought your attention back to your friend.

His eyes were unfocused, breathing labored. He almost looked... sick.

"Oh no." You removed the cloth, peeking over your cover once more to make sure no one was sneaking up on the two of you, and unsheathed your dagger to rip a larger hole in his shirt.

Black veins stretched from the wound, slowly spider-webbing their way across his side. Poison. This day was starting to get worse and worse. The creeping horror started to show through your facade. You knew Kung Lao could tell that you were panicking at this point, and yet you still pressed the cloth back to the wound. You weren't sure if you should've done that or not, but the only thing you could think to do was stop the bleeding. Gods, you had to stop him from bleeding out before you get the chance to stop the poison.

As if the previous events weren't enough, the battlefield suddenly went dead silent. You were so preoccupied that you almost didn't notice, focusing only on Kung Lao before you heard the sound of pounding footsteps.

One of your assailants suddenly went sprinting past the two of you. Not even turning to look back. One person turned to two, and soon enough all of them went flying past.

"What the hell?" You couldn't help but whisper out loud. People were coming out of the woodworks, many more stampeding by then you had first counted. A vial fell out of someone's pocket and rolled to your feet. Instantly recognizing the language, you immediately calmed a bit. An antidote.

Lady Luck strikes again, you thought. Quickly you grabbed the vial, and suddenly had an urge to duck down. That was strange. You hardly had time to process that these people had to be running from something before Kung Lao grabbed the back of your jacket with all the strength he had left, and yanked you down to his side.

You stared in shock as the largest panther you had ever seen in your life leaped over the rock. It had to have been at least ten feet tall sitting down, sharp claws widely displayed as its underbelly passed over you.

It continued to chase the archers far, far away from you and Kung Lao.

Night had fallen, and the dim fire you had started was providing just enough light for you to dress Kung Lao's wound. Raiden wouldn't be back to get you until morning. Guess he also never expected things to go this wrong.

Kung Lao had passed out just after he dragged you down to avoid the monster-sized cat. He had developed a fever as well. Not a very good sign, but you were glad that his immune system was working hard against the poison.

He would grumble and his eyes would flutter every once in a while, but the longer he slept the more worried you became. He hissed in his coma as you cleaned around his wound, wiping up all of the poison that the antidote had pushed out of his bloodstream so far. Setting the cloth to the side, you took a separate one off of his forehead and soaked it with what was left in your canteen, replacing it once you were done.

He looked miserable, but you tried your best not to expect the worst. You couldn't lose him, you couldn't. After your initial fight, you two had become quite close, almost inseparable. But the more Kung Lao and Liu Kang continued to help you with training, the more you started to become painfully aware of the Shaolin's vows. You couldn't be with him, so why was it that you loved him so much? You were almost spiteful at how your affection for him had grown so much since that day, but at least you could remain close to him in a platonic way, right?

"I love you. But there is no way I'm telling you that when you are awake." You wispered, gently cradling his head in your hands and wiping away his sweat. You just sat there with him for a moment, memorizing the features of his face. Almost scared that he would suddenly get worse as soon as you turned your back. But, eventually, the dying fire had to be delt with.

With a sigh you directed your attention to attending the fire. You tried to rekindle the flames a bit, but it was a lost cause without more firewood. You wouldn't leave to find more however, there's no telling what would sneak up on Lao while you were gone.

When you finally turned your back on the fire, still contemplating what to do about wood, you were greeted by Kung Lao, wide awake and struggling to sit up.

"Lao, what the hell are you doing?!" You rushed over to him, pushing him back down to the ground almost harshly. He looked up at you, almost dazed, and swallowed before he tried to speak. You could tell he was trying to form words, but nothing was coming out clearly. With a sigh you flip the cloth on his head over to the cool side, gently clearing his face of sweat once again. He called your name, now speaking clearly, but very slow.

"That hurt." You laughed, checking up on his side.

"I'm sorry, but you need to save your energy. Sitting up is just going to wear you out." He huffed, that trademark smirk lightly appearing on his face.

"I wasn't talking about that, Lucky." Your brows furrowed, confused. Leaning over him to get a more clear look at his face. His smirk grew wider, and the realization hit you like a truck. Shit. He heard you didn't he.

"F- God- I'm so sorry I-" He weakly lifts a hand to your face, thumb tracing your cheekbones.

"Sorry for what? There's nothing for you to apologize for." You almost started to tear up, panic and confusion written all over you face. What was he talking about? Lao Called your name once more.

"If I could choose anyone in all relms to be with, I would always choose you."

"But your vows-"

"Are a worry for another day." You let out a curt laugh. Sight blurry from tears you were trying so hard to not let slip, holding his hand to your face.

"You are one arrogant ass, Kung Lao." His smile was infectious.

"You love it." You leaned in closer to his face, only answering by gently kissing him. Both of you relaxed, thankful to finally have gotten your feelings across. Scooting closer to Lao, your knee accidentally hit his side, causing him to grunt in pain. You separated immediately.

"I'm so sorry!" Kung Lao chuckled at you, threading his fingers through the hair at the base of your scalp and bringing you in for another, loving kiss.

[akaashiclub]

girls chase boys ☇ t.k.

☇ pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

☇ genre: fluff, oc is an absolute babie who has no shame, tsukishima goes from ‘she’s annoying’ to ‘she’s aight’ to ‘i may be lowkey in love w her it’s nbd tho’, oc will literally not give up, tsukishima is still a first year (word count: 4.1k)

☇ synopsis: usually when experiencing such a soul-crushing rejection, one would give up on their feelings, right? right?

☇ a/n: i binge-read some haikyuu fanmanga and i was ~inspired~ plus like... this trope?? persistant bubbly x uninterested cold is?? literally everything?? (playlist link: here)

“i like you!!!”

you kind of felt like the main character of a shoujo, with the wind making your hair dance in the air

standing face to face with your longtime crush

(and by longtime, you mean about two months)

that’s when it all started

no— it was earlier

the orientation ceremony

all the first years standing in neat, organized rows, listening to the principal give a welcoming speech

at least, that’s what you were supposed to be doing

in reality, your eyes were trained on the 188cm tall blonde in the row in front of you

you couldn’t see the stage— also, you didn’t care

bc ~he~ was in front of you

tsukishima kei

you learned his name later when you discovered you were in the same class

and he sat in the adjacent row, one seat forward

the absolutely perfect position to stare at his side profile the entire class

and that is exactly what you did for two months

that and gathering info on him

tsukishima kei, 188.3cm (now 190.1), born on september 27th, best friends with yamaguchi tadashi, #11 on the karasuno volleyball team

and then there you were, confessing your undying love to him

...or something like that

“no thanks. not interested.”

usually, that would soul-crushing enough to make them leave him alone

not you <3

the giggle that escapes your lips makes his eyebrow twitch on confusion for a second

“that’s okay~” you respond. 

(that’s okay ?)

(what the fuck kind of response is that being rejected ???)

(yours!!!!)

you’re exhaustingly persistent, as tsukishima comes to find out

or should i say—

“tsukki~!!” 

the hair on his neck rises when you flounce into homeroom with that sing-song tone

you plop down into the seat in front of him (key note: not yours) and rest your elbows on his desk with a little grin

“don’t call me that,” (he doesn’t look up from his book)

“what~! why not?”

“only my friends call me 'tsukki’”

you snort, scooting a little closer

“that’s mean. how many times have we walked home together, and we still aren’t friends?”

“you followed me home, i didn’t consent.”

“‘followed you’?” you pout. “we live on the same road, naturally we’d walk home together,”

he doesn’t respond, just flips to the next page in his book

“do you have volleyball club today~?”

ignored. 

lol

she stays strong!! she doesn’t give up in the face of adversity!!!

“you don’t have to answer, i already know you do.” you chirp. “it’s boring walking home without you... maybe i’ll come with you today~!”

it’s like talking to a wall

(a very cute, 190cm, blonde, glasses-wearing wall.)

(🥰)

instead of responding, he puts his headphones on and keeps reading 

a small exhale escapes your lips, and one of the girls in the next row over leans towards you

“y/n... i think it’s a lost cause...”

“he’ll come around eventually,” you shoot her a smile, and then turn back to tsukki

you lean forward, reaching towards his head and tugging the headphones down around his neck

and when he looks up (he does within an instant), you shoot him a sly smile

several students around you gasp

after all, who would dare bother tsukishima with his headphones on??? that’s some instant death shit

“move.”

“i like being this close to you though,” you tease

and he rolls his eyes, standing up and heading for the exit of the classroom

the shock in the classroom — that you’re still ALIVE — is clear

your friend from before gapes 

“y-y/n what are you playing at??”

“courtship,” you sigh dramatically, and hop to your feet to chase after the blonde monster

“tsukki~!! are you getting lunch?? wait for me~!!”

everyone on the first floor knows: it’s become the norm to see tsukishima, book in hand, headphones around neck, and followed by a chirpy pipsqueak 

even yamaguchi doesn’t stick as closely to him as ‘tsukishima’s lapdog’ (as you’ve started being called by the fellow first years) does

the nickname doesn’t really bother you

after all, it’s just a reminder of your determination and refusal to give up

which is a virtue, in your mind!!

some people feel bad for tsukishima, constantly being bothered by you for weeks on end

others admire your stubbornness

and one group of people you can always count on supporting you are the karasuno volleyball club <3

ever since you started showing up to their practices 

and all their practice matches and official games too

they all befriended you

but you grew tired of just sitting and watching tsukki on the sidelines, so you asked coach ukai if you could help out during practices!!!

there can’t rly be ... three managers... so you suggested retrieving balls or being tsukki’s personal assistant

he saw right through you <3 

but it’s ok bc he thought it would be entertaining and agreed

tsukki: angy

even when he’s annoyed he’s cute tho <33 and you make sure to tell him that <333

and so! you get tsukki’s water, towels, etc etc (ofc u help other ppl too when they need it but tht’s what the two managers r for... tsukki is ur #1)

the other players are like 0.0 she’s kinda scary... but cute at the same time doe... 

one day you’re in a particularly good mood (aka: a bad day for tsukki lol)

“tsukki~!”

“don’t call me that.”

“i want to tell you something,”

the whole gym is kinda just 👁️👄👁️ waiting to see what happens

“what? i need to change, hurry it up.”

ur inner monologue: kdNNN even when he’s mean he’s cute!!!!

but anyways:

“i like you,”

hinata, kageyama, tanaka, noya, literally everyone: 😳😨 mf what—

sugawara’s like “oh god he’s just reject her and crush her heart... right in front of EVERYONE—”

“not interested.” tsukki says, and his tone isn’t any less cold than usual

u kno that anime lightning effect when the character’s body is joLtED...

tht’s everyone else in the gym

tanaka and nishinoya are highkey ready to let you cry into their jerseys when—

you laugh

you right after being mercilessly rejected: 🥰

you can’t help it !!!!! it’s not discouraging you ok??? you alr knew what he’d say!!! but you had to tell him <3 can’t let him forget tht he’s the ✨love of your life✨

entire gym: s h o o k

“did she just  l a u g h??”

“is she okay?? no srsly”

“what... just happened”

tsukki walks off, water bottle in hand

you follow after him, bouncing on the soles of your feet 

“don’t forget your towel~! want me to wipe off your sweat~?”

“no thanks.”

cue fading banter between you two as he goes to change his clothes

he has to be like hOe GeT oUT for you to not go into the locker room lmfao damn... thirsty bitch... same tho

later tanaka and noya (feat. hinata who just wants to be included) jump tsukki

“shE LAUGHED WHEN U REJECTED HER??? IS SHE OK???”

“she confesses to me every week. she’ll do it again. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“not thAT BIG— can u imagine if kiyoko liked us that much.... ”

(cue tanaka sobbing)

tsukki was right tho

after the third time you randomly confessed to him in front of them they were just like

same shit different day, anyways rolling thunder

but they still highkey adopted you

so they go grr grr when tsukki rejects you all cold and shit

shockingly tho??? the more you confess the less it’s “not interested” and more just “*sigh*”

is this... PROGRESS???

but the zero braincell triad cornered him again in the locker room one day 

(it’s their trademark)

(nishinoya) “so why do you keep rejecting her??”

(hinata popping in) “yea she’s super dedicated and helpful!!!”

(tanaka lowkey shuddering) “she’d probably let herself get hit in the face w a volleyball if u asked”

(and tanaka would be: correct)

(but anyway)

“she was annoying,”

“she... ‘was’ annoying???”

“... she IS annoying”

“tsukki... do you possibly like her??? but you’ve gotten so used to rejecting her that it’s automatic now??”

tsukki’s like V.V

“you’re reading too much into it,”

sage!nishinoya is about to probe deeper but at that moment you pop your head around the corner of the locker room and shout

“tSUKKI~!!!”

and they all scatter to hide themselves while shrieking

except tsukki, who is already clothed and gives zero fucks lmao

but anyways!!! a couple weeks pass and takeda got y’all set up with a practice match !!

with who?? nekoma!!!

hinata is like 🤩🤩 kENMA!!

only players and members of the club are supposed to go rly....

but you’re like “??? i’m tsukki’s personal assistant are you trying to take away my rights??? i’ll sue you” and coach ukai gives in sdjfkf

“tsukki can i sit with you~?”

yamaguchi about to sit there: 👁️👄👁️ bruh

tsukki doesn’t say yes but he also doesn’t say no :D

 “what’re you reading?”

“english book,”

you’re like: wait— mf hold up... did he actually just answer ??

tsukki simp mode: ACTIVATED

“can i see??”

“you’re failing english, you won’t be able to read it.”

“ouch,” you pout, but there’s a small smile on your lips. “but how’d you know i was failing english?”

he doesn’t respond

“i guess it is unfair that i know everything about you and you don’t know anything about me...” you sigh

“you don’t know everything about me,” he retorts, still not looking up from his book

hehe~ gotcha

“oh? test me,” you grin, scooting closer to him

“don’t wanna.”

“you’re just scared i do know everything,” you say smugly, trying to bait him

“bet you don’t know everything about me!!!” hinata pops up from the seat in front of you

“you’re right, i don’t,” 

(he pouts and disappears again)

“tsukki~” you whine. “tsukkiiiii~ i’m bored.”

“so?”

“can i wear your headphones?”

“no thanks. i don’t wanna get headlice.”

you scowl. “mean,”

you bite your cheek, staring a hole in the side of his head but he doesn’t even blink

if tsukki could major in ignoring you people, he’d have straight A’s

fortunately, you have ways to counter this

“kei~~” you whisper a little too close to his ear, and he jolts up

you try not to let the amusement show on your face, but you can’t help it

glaring at you, he pulls his headphones off his head and puts them on yours

“now be quiet,”

“mm~” you chuckle

a couple hours later, you pull into the parking lot of nekoma

the friend groups pair off, and kuroo makes a beeline for tsukki, only to catch sight of you

“hey four-eyes— who’s this?”

tsukki glances down at you, to which you shoot him a sugary smile

“dunno,” he says, and walks off

you wave to kuroo with a sunny grin

“i’m y/n~! i’m tsukki’s personal assistant and future wife~”

his eyebrows rise, and with a quick bow, you bounce after the blonde

once the group is all in the gym, practice jerseys are handed out and you help yachi and shimizu prepare the water and towels

you’re about to make a beeline for tsukki, when someone calling your name stops you

“y/n! wanna get me some water?” kuroo calls

you only blink for a moment before hopping to it, darting across the gym

for the rest of the day, kuroo is constantly calling for you—

“y/n! can you wipe the sweat off my neck?”

“hey, y/n, get me some water~”

“y/n!”

“y/n, over here!”

and by the time the several hours is over, you haven’t gotten to speak to tsukki once 🥺 snnff :(

when you finally get a free moment, you look around for him, but he’s nowhere to be found

sad face :(

and then !!!! turns out nekoma paid for bbq for everyone 🤩🤩 cats are so generous

and somehow??? you find yourself surrounded by nekoma players???

“here y/n, want some of my bbq?”

“no, take mine!!!”

“do you want any fruit?? i have some!!”

“you were so helpful today!! how’d you stay so energetic the whole time??”

you flash a smile, ready to charm the shit out of them, when a voice interrupts:

"hey, personal assistant.”

your eyes light up, bc you’d recognize that salty ass voice anywhere!!!

the guys around you part to reveal—

“tsukki!!!” you squeal, maybe a little too excitedly

“aren’t you supposed to be assisting me?? get me some food.”

you shove your plate into the free hand of one of the nekoma players (his name was... liam? lief... lev?) and dart to get tsukki something to eat

when you hand it to him, you flash him your most dazzling smile

“eat up! you worked hard today~”

he eyes you silently before digging in, and you smile absentmindedly while watching him

“why are you staring at me like that?”

“because i like you,” you respond without hesitation

he averts his eyes, but doesn’t say anything mean 

your stomach flips a little 

i’m coming for you, tsukishima kei.

on the ride home, you’re once again sitting next to him, and he gives up his headphones without a fight this time

you’re so tired from running around helping kuroo all day that you find your eyelids getting heavy as tsukki’s music plays in your ears

you try to subtly lean on his shoulder but he pokes you away 

you glare at him, pouting, but settle for leaning against the headrest

and then, you’re drifting off

..

and you’re having a strange dream

a pleasant dream, with fuzzy corners and honey-colored light streaming across the scene, but still strange

in this dream, he’s kissing you

it’s not like you haven’t had dreams like this before, it’s just that this one feels so much more vivid

and yet blurry at the same time

even when the dream ends and you blink back into consciousness you can still distinctly feel his lips against yours

his glasses brushing against your cheek

his fingers interlacing with your hair

a warm smile curls up your lips as you grasp lingering wisps of the dream, when—

“you’re drooling.”

your eyes snap open and you jolt up, furiously wiping the side of your mouth

“am not!!”

tsukishima blinks uninterestedly from the empty bus aisle, arms crossed

“dreaming about something vulgar?”

you grin, resting your chin on your palm

“would you like to hear ab—?”

he’s just “nope,” and turns towards the exit

hopping out of the seat, you follow him

“it was such a nice dream,” you sigh

“must’ve been, if you were drooling that much.”

“i was not—”

and then you notice something

everyone else is already gone from the bus

“wait a minute... did you wait for me?”

you hear a scoff

bUt hE dOEsNt DeNy iT

“you WAITED for me!!!!” you exclaim, happiness radiating off you in waves

“if i’d left you on the bus, nishinoya and tanaka would’ve killed me if i didn’t,” he says curtly

but you are, after all, the human equivalent of ‘this sign can’t stop me because i can’t read’

or that tiktok trend 

tsukishima: i don’t like you, i only waited for you because i was literally forced at gunpoint 

y/n: 🎶i waited for you🎶

the next day, it’s practice as usual at the karasuno gym

but?? sniff sniff someone is here that shouldn’t be

this rando first year has been pacing around right outside the gym entrance

and all the vbc members are like 👁️ whomst?

and when you finally arrive (right along behind tsukki)

he yells out your name

and holds out a bouquet of flowers <3 how cute

“y/n, um— i, i know you don’t know me but i’ve liked you since the orientation ceremony!!! i think you’re really pretty and cute and smart—”

cue a quiet scoff from tsukki, “if she’s his definition of smart, then how dumb is he?”

cue sugawara jabbing his side (sugamama is protective of his child y/n)   

“—and i know you like tsukishima, but i hope you’ll give me a chance!! i can make you happier than him!!”

at this point, everyone in the gym is watching like 👁️ oh?? TEA?? 

and is that... is that an aura of raging irritation coming from tsukishima?? 

you open your mouth to politely reject the guy, when

literally out of nowhere tsukki just  a p p e a r s

“hey, idiot. aren’t you supposed to be my personal assistant?? go set out the volleyballs instead of flirting,”

you dip your head and smile apologetically at the guy before heading towards the store room

and after that, you notice tsukki is a bit harsher, a bit more off his game, a little more easily irritated than usual

during a free moment, you nudge tanaka

“doesn’t he seem like he’s in a bad mood??”

zero braincell tanaka is like “??? isn’t he always like that??”

“no... something is definitely off today...”

what . could it be . i wonder .

every time you try to do your usual “tsukki~!!” he just turns away and ignores you

doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary, but you can just tell something is wrong

you still have no idea why he’s acting like this by the time practice ends

and when you go to the locker room to find him (so y’all can walk home together), he’s already gone :(

so, a little more droopy than usual, you head out

only to be surprised by a voice when you step outside

“took you long enough,”

you whip around to see tsukki leaning against the wall with crossed arms

he clicks his tongue and then sets off

and when you don’t immediately follow him, he glances over his shoulder

“are you coming or not?”

sdjfksjsdkjfsdjf smmpdfhsdf !!!!!!!

it’s just one sentence, and it doesn’t really mean anything

but hearing the words makes something incredibly warm bloom in your chest

you grin

“of course i am,”

that feeling lasts well into the next morning, but is replaced by a nauseating knot in your stomach when you arrive at school

because everyone’s whispering about one thing:

“tsukishima got called to the principal’s office!!!”

“whaaat ! why??”

“i heard he was caught with the answers for the upcoming exam!!”

your stomach . clenches

and before anybody can say another word, you’re sweeping out the door and down the hall

and in less than 30 seconds, you’re slamming open the door to the principal’s office

the principal and tsukki both look up, equally shocked at your sudden appearance

“y/n, what—”

you ignore him for the first time in your life

“sir, i need to tell you something.”

the principal is just like “... ?? can it wait??”

“no, it can’t.” you take several steps forward “the test answers, they—”

“y/n, don’t—”

you ignore him for the second time in your life again

“they’re mine,”

the principal blinks 

“then why was tsukishima found holding them before class??”

“yesterday, they must’ve fallen out of my backpack. he probably picked them up without knowing what they were, so please don’t punish him,” you bow. “punish me instead,”

.. y/n dumb bitch

yea, you’re suspended for two weeks

and ofc there’ll be a mark on your record

plus you’re automatically given a fail for the upcoming exam so you’ll have to retake it later oof....

but as much as all that sucks, you don’t regret it bc you’d rather take the fall than let tsukki be wrongly accused and suffer for it

but honestly the break from school is kinda vibes 🥴

don’t even think about the homework you’ll have to make up

your phone is blowing up with texts from your friends

including your surrogate dads and moms from the karasuno vbc 🤧 they’re so worried about you

you’re sad you have to miss practice for such a long time but... you don’t regret your decision

“y/n!!” your little sister knocks on your door “one of your classmates is here for you,”

“‘kay!!” you call back, checking the time

shidt bitch time flies when you’re watching anime alone in your bedroom

you hop up and open your bedroom door to come face to face with the one. the only. tsukishima kei

your eyes are like O.O 

“tsukki??? what are you doing here??” you grin “are you here because you’re worr—”

“no,” he cuts you off “i’m here to deliver your homework,”

“you could’ve given it to my sister, y’know,” you tease. “why’d you come all the way to my bedroom?? you missed me, hm?”

he doesn’t answer, instead surveying the room before sitting down on the edge of your bed

you blink, surprised he didn’t comeback with a cold retort

“tsukki?” you ask quietly, sliding into your desk chair

after a moment of silence, he fixes you with a stoic gaze

“why’d you lie?”

“because... because i couldn’t let you take the blame for that. i don’t know what happened, but i know you weren’t cheating. i know it.”

“neither were you. what’s the difference?”

you press your lips together in a frustrated pout

“the difference is that it’s you!!! i’m mediocre. i’m not outstanding. i’ll go to an average college either way, and it’ll be fine. but you..! you’re so smart!! and talented!!! you could do anything you want!!! you could get into an elite college!! the last thing you need is for some stupid misunderstanding to sully your transcript—”

“y/n—” he tries to cut in, but you bulldoze right over him

“— and i know you probably think what i did was useless and unhelpful, but i don’t care!!! i don’t care about a mark on my transcript, or being suspended, or failing all my exams, or even being expelled—”

“y/n—”

“— but i absolutely refuse to let that happen to you!! you’re too special for—”

this time, it’s not him speaking that interrupts you

this time, it’s him kissing you

you nearly combust on the spot

tsukki— tsukishima kei is kissing you

he’s leaning over you, with one hand on the chair’s armrest and the other steadying your head with his fingertips

your stomach does several full somersaults 

and then, all too quickly, he pulls away and returns to his spot on your bed

you stare, eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape

“w— what was— why did—”

“you wouldn’t stop talking,” he mutters, eyes focused a little too hard on the wall

for a moment, you’re too shocked to move

and then your 🥰tsukki🥰 mode activates

and you just fuckin LUNGE at him

“y/n??? what—!”

kisses!!! kisses on his cheeks!! his nose!!! his forehead!!!

and shockingly he doesn’t?? push you off??

me heart just skipped a beat wjdkfjs

he’s just like “y/n, you’re fogging up my glasses, please stop,”

“i refuse!!!! i’ve been waiting months to do this!!!!!”

once he manages to de-suction you from him, you fix him with doe eyes and a cheeky grin

“hey, tsukki??”

“.. what?”

“i like you,”

he blinks

adjusts his glasses

“make sure to finish that homework. i’m bringing tomorrow’s homework too,”

as he’s leaving, you hope he can feel your glowing smile on his back

the next day, you get a message from the school letting you know that your suspension and other punishments have been retracted

as the real culprit of the cheating was found

an unannounced locker-search discovered several exam cheatsheets almost exactly like the one tsukki found in the locker of a student, and the school realized their mistake <3 how nice of them

and that meant you were free to return to school, name cleared!!!

the volleyball club was eagerly awaiting your return

so when they saw tsukki arrive for practice, they expected you’d be following right along behind him

but instead???

you were koala-ing on his abdomen

“bro... did you carry her all the way here like that??”

“the real question is why he allowed it,”

you shoot a blinding grin at the guys 

“he can at least do this much for his girlfriend~!”

the entire gym is like WhA T !!!!! 

“hE SAID YES???”

“nope,”

“he... asked you out?? then??”

“also no...” 

“did he at least tell you he liked you...?”

“...”

“NISHINOYA STOP SHE’S TEARING UP,” sugamama to the rescue

you let go of tsukki and half the team goes IN on him

“dude wtf!!! she got suspended for you and you didn’t even at least tell her you like her???”

“not just suspended, almost expelled!!!”

“yeah that!!!”

“i say we kill tsukki,”

“tanaka no,”

“GUYS!!” angry!daichi makes an appearance “it’s time for practice!!!”

grumbling, the team disperses

you’re about to head to the store room to help get out the practice equipment, when—

“y/n.”

you turn “hm?”

he’s silent for a moment

“i wouldn’t have kissed you if i didn’t like you.”

your face flushes a deep red

but then he adds, “either time.”

either...? time...?

W A I T

your eyes POP OUT

“that— that wasn’t a DREAM???”

he doesn’t answer, just heads onto the court

but you think you see a slight smirk

and maybe... just maybe?? 

his ears are a little more red than usual.

[frunbuns]

Of Fathers and Grandfathers

Read on Ao3

The whole temple seems to be in a good mood today. The force practically sings with it. Just the happiness of it all. Obi-Wan can’t remember the last time the temple felt this light and bright. The Coruscant sun shines impossibly bright today, casting everything in a warm glow. Younglings giggling as they run past him in the halls, small gifts clutched in their arms - either for their masters or their fathers.

Obi-Wan smiles at them as they pass him, small waves and a hurried, “good morning, master.” before they disappear out of his sight.

It’s on days like these that he misses Qui-Gon. The two of them had a somewhat complicated relationship at times - with Qui-Gon refusing to take Obi-Wan on at first, Obi-Wan leaving the order, Qui-Gon pushing Obi-Wan to the side to train Anakin - but he had loved him regardless. He hopes that Qui-Gon had loved him too.

Obi-Wan wonders what Qui-Gon would say if he saw him today. Forty-two standard years old, jedi master, padawan and grand-padawan under his belt. Father and grandfather too, he muses, Anakin’s voice echoing in the back of his head.

“Obi-Wan!” a voice echoes behind him.

Obi-Wan smiles as he stops walking. Slowly, he turns around and watches his former padawan come sprinting up to him. The younger jedi slows to a stop in front of him and before Obi-Wan can open his mouth and ask him what it is he wraps his arms around his neck. He chuckles dumbfounded for a moment before he wraps his arms securely around Anakin.

“Happy father’s day, Obi-Wan,” he mutters into the crook of his neck.

Obi-Wan plants his left hand in Anakin’s soft curls, enjoying the pressure of his padawan’s body so firmly against his. It’s as if nothing has changed since he was a little boy. He still fits as snugly into his embrace as he did when he was a child. Even if he’s grown to be taller than him. It’s almost hard to believe that the little boy from Tatooine - his little boy - has grown into a jedi knight. A full grown man. A father even.

Obi-Wan’s heart swells with love and pride at the thought of it. He truly has become a far better jedi than Obi-Wan could even hope to be. If Anakin notices that he holds him a bit tighter after that he doesn’t mention it. “Thank you, padawan.”

Another group of younglings run past them, the pitter patter of their shoes echoing down the corridor. They barely pay a glance at the two of them as they pass, much too busy with their own things at the moment.

“Not that I don’t enjoy hugging you, but is there a reason you sought me out?”

Anakin untangles himself from Obi-Wan’s arms and steps back, a broad smile on his face. “Oh yeah. You haven’t had breakfast yet, right?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “I have not,” he says, raising a brow at the taller man.

“Good,” Anakin says then, grabbing a hold of his arm. “Come with me.”

Obi-Wan nearly stumbles over his feet as Anakin drags him down the corridor. They turn a corner so abruptly that Obi-Wan nearly slams into another knight. He hurriedly apologizes before he manages to match Anakin’s walking speed.

“What’s this about?” he asks his former padawan, his voice betraying his bewilderment at Anakin. “Surely whatever it is it’s so urgent we have to run down people in the temple to get there.”

Anakin flashes him a toothy grin, gripping his arm tighter. “It’s a surprise.”

“Your surprises never bode well,” Obi-Wan says. “Certainly not for me. Do you even remember the time you surprised me with new plants and when I got to our quarters it was filled with soil?”

“You said you were thankful!”

“I was - still am - but the mess took ages to clean up. Honestly Anakin, why did you think replanting them in our living room was a good idea?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I promise this surprise is a good one.”

“It better be. I’d rather not be left to clean up one of your messes again.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile. “Are you done scolding me now?”

Obi-Wan sighs. “I suppose I am.”

“Good. Because we’re here.”

They stop before the entrance to the temple gardens. The sun hangs high in the sky. Birds chirp from the treetops. Children laugh as they play. It’s truly a lovely day, something Anakin would be able to appreciate if he had the mind to slow down every now and again. Anakin stands there for a moment, scouting the area out with narrowed eyes before his face lights up with recognition and they’re walking again.

Obi-Wan is left to stumble after him, just barely able to comprehend his surroundings as Anakin drags him through the garden. Their fellow jedi casting them amused glances as they pass them, all too used to his and Anakin’s antics at this point.

They come to a sudden stop by a picnic table farther in the garden, Obi-Wan nearly crashing into Anakin’s back. When Obi-Wan sees who’s sitting at the table though, his face breaks into a smile.

“Hello.”

“Grandpa Obi-Wan!” Luke and Leia cheer in unison. Obi-Wan smiles at them, long since given up on trying to get them to call him grandpa. It was a lost cause at this point. Once the other jedi at the temple had caught on they had quickly taken to calling him that too, to tease him. Quinlan seemed especially fond of referring to him as “grandpa” or “old man” despite being about the same age as him.

It’s not that he minds the twins calling him that. There’s something gratifying with being able to call them his grandchildren. Even at only forty-two standard years old. They’re a family of sorts. With him, and Anakin, and Ahsoka, and Padmé, and the twins.

Padmé smiles up at him, adjusting her hold on Leia in her lap. “Please sit down, Obi-Wan. We’ve been waiting for you.”

The moment Obi-Wan sits down at the picnic table Luke scrambles into his lap with all the might of his four year old body. Anakin sits down next to him, ruffling the small boy’s hair. Luke giggles as he tries to wriggle away from his father’s hand, nestling into Obi-Wan’s tunic.

“We hope you’re up for breakfast,” Padmé says as she places a plate down in front of him.

“How could I say no?” Obi-Wan responds, his trademark smile on his face.

He wraps his left arm around the toddler before he leans over the table to load his plate with food. Padmé pours him some tea as Anakin helps himself to some food as well.

“I’m starving,” he says as he stuffs his mouth.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan scolds him. “Manners!”

Padmé shoots him a dirty look as Obi-Wan half-heartedly glares at him. Anakin looks down at his lap bashfully before he picks up the fork and knife and starts eating with them.

“Hello!” Rings a voice not too far away. “Sorry I’m late.” Ahsoka sits down next to Padmé and starts helping herself to food as well. “I was just giving my gift to Master Plo.”

“I’m sure he loved it,” Obi-Wan tells her.

She beams at him. “He did! He also asked me to wish you a happy father’s day.” She looks between him and Anakin. “Both of you.”

Anakin practically jumps next to him then. “Oh! Oh! Ahsoka! Do you have the gift?”

Ahsoka’s face lights up as she nods. She reaches under the table and produces a small, wrapped square and hands it to Obi-Wan over the table. Obi-Wan takes it and studies it with a smile.

“Happy father’s day, Obi-Wan!” Ahsoka exclaims. “Open it!”

Obi-Wan looks down at the box in his hand. “You really didn’t have to—”

“just open it, old man!” Anakin bellows at him.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and starts unwrapping it. Luke reaches his tiny hands and rips a few pieces of wrapping paper himself. Under the wrapping paper is a neutral, brown cardboard box. The jedi master looks at it curiously before he opens it, flipping the flap over and pulling out a white mug. He turns it over in his hand, trying to get Luke’s curious fingers away from it.

“GALAXY’S BEST DAD” in bold, black letters stares back at him. It takes a moment before it hits him. His mouth falls open in a quiet, soft, “Oh…”

Anakin and Ahsoka look at him curiously. Their force signatures buzzing with anticipation. Like small younglings, the both of them. “Do you like it?” Anakin asks.

“I…” Obi-Wan swallows thickly, finding his voice tight in his throat. He looks up at them with a soft expression on his face. “Thank you,” he whispers, looking back at the mug in his hand.

It’s such a small, silly thing. Shops on every planet probably have these stocked in plentitude. He’s seen mugs like these before. Laughed at them even. But now, holding one in his hand - that Anakin and Ahsoka bought specifically for him - it feels different.

Luke snatches the mug out of his hand, holding it in his small hands as he studies it intently. He coos at it as he turns it over.

“Careful, little one,” Obi-Wan tells him, quickly placing his hand under in case he drops it.

“Hey, Luke!” Padmé exclaims, digging around in a bag next to her on the ground. Luke, easily distracted by his mother, lets Obi-Wan pry the mug out of his hands. He places it on the table far away from small fingers and Padmé gives Luke some stuffed animal she’s fished out for him. “There you go.”

Obi-Wan mutters a quiet ‘thank you’ as he adjusts his grip on Luke who has managed to almost squirm himself off his thigh. She smiles at him before rummaging through the bag again. She hands Leia two flimsies and then places her on the ground. She whispers something in Leia’s ear and the little girl nods before she runs around the table and up to Obi-Wan, handing him the two flimsies.

Obi-Wan raises his brows and puts on a great show of curiosity. “What’s this, love?” he asks her.

Leia giggles and grips the fabric of his pants.

On the flimsies there are vaguely human-shaped doodles of what is unmistakably supposed to be him and them. The one signed Luke is bug, wobbly letters he’s they’re both holding lightsabers, both of them blue, on a green planet that reminds him of Naboo. The one signed Leia, in slightly neater writing, they’re standing in what he assumes is the temple. Something in his chest aches as he looks at them, Luke helpfully pointing out details of his drawing and explaining them. To which Obi-Wanresponds with an interested hum of approval.

By the time Anakin became his padawan he was past the age of giving drawing to people. It also didn’t help that he had grown up as a slave and just didn’t get to do a lot of normal childhood things. Instead Obi-Wan spent time picking up droid parts from their living quarters. He would occasionally find a doodle here and there, usually some droid design he had thought of and then forgotten.

With the twins around he often finds himself wishing Anakin had a better childhood, but if there was one thing he had learned it was that dwelling on the past never helps.

Their breakfast continues after this, filled with pleasant chatter and laughter. Anakin continues scarfing down the food as if he hasn’t eaten in days, with Obi-Wan halfheartedly scolding him for his lack of table manners. In reality he doesn’t really care. It’s not every day he gets to enjoy time with his family like this, all of them together. The war, even if it’s long over by this point, still requires cleanup. This is only a moment of respite before he’s undoubtedly put back on duty.

He just wished Anakin and Ahsoka’s padawan years weren’t tainted by war, but he supposes his were as well.

He won’t let Luke and Leia’s childhood be taken away by war and suffering. It’s the least he could do for them.

“Come on, let’s take a picture,” Padmé says. “All of you. You too Ahsoka.”

Padmé tutters around, barking order on where to stand. It takes some time before she is pleased, but it ends with Ahsoka in the middle, Obi-Wan and Anakin with a toddler on their hips each. At one point Ahsoka tries to tickle Leia and she shrieks so loudly Obi-Wan nearly loses his grip on her. The picture does get taken, after a while though. Padmé seems pleased at last.

She then says something about having to go to work and taking the twins with her. And then it’s just the three jedi left.

Anakin turns to Obi-Wan then. He looks down at the ground for a moment, fiddling with his hands. Obi-Wan raises an amused brow at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Ahsoka watches the two of them expectantly.

“Is there anything you wish to say, Anakin?”

Anakin glances up at him for a moment. “I know we haven’t exactly got to celebrate much these past years, or any years for that matter.”

“I assure you I really don’t mind—”

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want you to know that you do mean a lot to me,” he says, disregarding Obi-Wan’s comment entirely. “You’ve made me the person I am today and I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve sacrificed for mine - and Ahsoka’s sake. I know it’s not at all what you expected. After Qui-Gon died on Naboo I know you were having a really hard time and I appreciate it all. I’ve never really said it before so I thought it was time. I guess having kids has just made me understand you more. And the mind-healer I’ve been seeing said I should tell you too, so there’s that.”

“I’m grateful to have you as my grand-master. You’ve been an excellent teacher and father. I can’t imagine being anyone else’s grand-padawan,” Ahsoka adds.

Obi-Wan’s face softens. His eyes sting with emotion as he looks the two of them over, suddenly very aware of the tightness of his throat and the ache in his chest.

“Oh,” he says, voice breaking pitifully. “What have I done to deserve such good padawans?” he asks, fully aware of the tears soaking into his beard. He pulls them both into a hug, holding them against his body. “I’d do anything for you, you understand. I’d walk to the ends of the galaxy if it meant you would be happy and well. I’d do it all over again if I had to. All of it. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He feels Anakin nod into his shoulder. “I know,” he mumbles, muffled by the fabric of his tunic.

Something about the statement does something to him. Just the simple ‘I know’ alone. Just Anakin understanding him so - so wholly and fully. The other half to his whole, for gods know how long.

“If Qui-Gon could see you now he’d be so proud of you, I know it.”

And maybe it’s the fact that Obi-Wan always craved Qui-Gon’s validation. That he never really stopped wanting it, even after he became one with the force. Or maybe it’s something else entirely. Something that’s been building up in him for a long time now. Or maybe it’s a combination of all of it, but the damn seems to break.

If it had been any other situation, with any other people, he would have been embarrassed by the noise he makes then. He closes his eyes, lashes wet with tears, and weeps, soaking Anakin’s tunic in salty tears. Pitiful sobs muffled by the soft fabric. Ahsoka seems to hug him tighter as his body wracks with sobs. It’s truly a pitiful and humiliating sight, but he feels safe in Anakin and Ahsoka’s arms. Safe and loved.

“I miss him.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

They stand there for what feels like an eternity. Just the tree of them. Holding him in their arms, like steady pillars keeping him upright. Anakin rubs a comforting hand on his back as he lets his master just unapologetically cry into his shoulder. By the time Obi-Wan’s sobs subside into sniffles and small gasps he feels lighter than he has in a long time. And even then they don’t let him go. Remaining a steadfast pillar for him to lean on.

This is what love is, he thinks. This right here. And he’s neck deep in it. Practically swimming in it.

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Forbidden Fruit

Drug cartel!Harry x OC

Warnings: mentions of drugs, prostitution, violence, mental hospitals, gangs, mobster harry

Summary: Nina'a been burnt out on her job as a psychologist, that is until infamous drug runner and mobster Harry Styles is sent to her prison for drug and murder related offenses. Slowly she becomes seduced by his charm and is willing to risk it all to set him free.

New York City Present Day:

"In other news, crime boss and drug runner Harry 'Kiwi' Styles, was sentenced to thirty years in Maxwell's State Prison for the Criminally Insane. He could be facing more charges in the following weeks across different states-" Nina shut off the radio as she pulled into her parking spot. She sighed, resting her head against the steering wheel for a moment.

She'd worked at Maxwell's Prison for two years now. The once bright eyed grad student had become somewhat disillusioned by the job. These patients didn't change. They didn't want to. It left her unsatisfied. Unhappy. But she couldn't quit. She worked too hard for this.

Slamming her car door she walked up to the large brick building, sliding her key card into the slot before entering a small 'click' accompanying her movement.

"Good morning Doctor." Her assistant came from around her desk, just outside Nina's office. Nina said nothing, entering the room and leaving the door open for her assistant to follow. She's too tired to deal with this today. "I'm assuming you heard about Mr. Styles?" Nina sighed, setting her bag down.

"Alexis not yet..." she rubbed her temples, a slight headache coming on. "Could you grab me a cup of coffee first and then we can talk."

"Sure...be right back." Nina sat down at her desk, blowing a kiss to the portrait of her late father before looking at the large file sat on her desk. H.E.S written on the front in large letters, a sticky note attacked reading:

He arrives at 9:30 am. You are to assess him and report back to me. -Kirk

Kirk. Her boss. Who handed every patient he didn't want, off to her. Probably as revenge for her not wanting to sleep with him that one time.

Alexis came back in, handing Nina a steaming cup of black coffee, just the way she liked it. Nina took a small sip, letting it warm her bones.

"So I see Kirk didn't waste any time passing him off on me." Alexis smiled sympathetically.

"I think it's exciting. Be nice to have a fresh face around here don't you think?" Nina raised her eyebrow, Alexis's wording sometimes was strange. But she decided to overlook it.

"I need you to cancel all my other appointments for today. I have a feeling Mr. Styles isn't the most cooperative person and there's so much to do."

"Of course." Alexis stood again, leaving Nina alone in her office.

She began to flip through the file, scanning the pages and reading up as quick as she could on her new patient. Around nine thirty Alexis knocks on the door again, opening it slightly.

"He's here Nina. They have him ready for you."

The interview room isn't comfortable. Nothing like a cliche therapists office. A steel table sits in the middle of the room, florescent lights making it glint. Two steel chairs, a camera and a tripod set up. No more.

He sits at the table, a guard standing in the corner, eyeing him closely, his head is down. Nina walks over to the camera, turning it on and angling it towards him.

"This is Dr. Mason, here with Patient 072310. First session. " she heard him chuckle as she sits down out of the way of the camera. She crosses her legs, holding her pen and clipboard in her lap. "Hello Harry."

He looks up, finally. Two bright green eyes focus in on her, staring intently as plump red lips curve up into a devilish smile.

"Hello Doctor." Nina knew he was from England. But it still didn't stop her from being surprised by his accent, the roughness of his voice, how low it was. She cleared her throat, straightening her glasses on her face.

"Patient has been prescribed 20 mgs of Ziatropin and Noxicin, to be taken twice daily-"

"They already gave me that love." He interrupted cheekily. Nina rolled her eyes, scribbling furiously before looking back up at him.

"Please address the camera during these sessions...." she looked down to see the restraints on his wrists the cuffs chaining him to the table. "Are you comfortable?" He shakes his head, looking into the camera lenses.

"No....no not at all." He taps his fingers on the table and shrugs. "But I suppose that's what happens when you get caught....they put you in a cage."

"You don't think you should be here?" He leaned forward, taking his eyes off the camera to address her once more.

"No." He looked down at the nametag on her shirt. "Nina....my, my that's a pretty name." She cleared her throat.

"Please refer to me as Dr. Mason." He chuckled again, sitting back in his seat.

"Whatever, look. I provide a necessary service....some people, well, they just can't handle it. That's not on me sister."

"You run a drug cartel. You've killed people. And you don't think you're responsible for that?"

"I come with a warning sign." Harry said, leaning in again across the table. Nina saw the guard out of the corner of her eye step forward slightly. "People...they know what they're getting into when they do business with me....they know the consequences if they betray me."

"Then what are you doing here?" Nina was genuinely curious. He seemed to know what he was doing wrong. Why bring him here if he knew he was wrong. Harry smirked, tilting his head.

"I don't have a conscience sweetheart. That makes me sick." Nina narrowed her eyes. She was annoyed with how cocky and arrogant he was.

"Not having a conscience doesn't make you insane."

"Doesn't it." Nina slammed her note pad shut, standing abruptly. Harry seemed amused, she knew that he knew he was getting a rise out of her. And she didn't like it one bit.

"These sessions are being recorded. Everything you say will be filmed and reviewed. If I can't find you mentally incompetent they will give you the needle....I'd lose the attitude and get a little more serious." She turned to leave when he spoke, his words sending a chill down her spine

"I like you....this could be fun.....I know I still have time left with you darlin' sit back down. I'll be good." She doesn't know what kind of game he's playing but she does, sit down again. "That's better....doesn't do well for my narcissism when people leave before I do." He said approvingly. He thinks he's in control. He needs control. Nina makes a mental note to mark that down later.

"Patient suffers from delusions of grandeur, narcissistic personality disorder-"

"Lots of big words to define me....you haven't even scratched the surface darling."

"Dr. Mason." Nina corrected. "And these are your diagnosis. These are the conditions that brought you here."

"What if I told you I liked the disease," he smiled at her again, a flash of white as his teeth were bared. "I'm true to myself. I don't want to get better if it means I can't be me."

"Well being you is what got you here." She ran her hand through her hair. "We're getting off track."

"There's a track?" God she could slap him.

"Tell me about your family." She said, ignoring what he had said.

"My mother and my sister never abused me. They were good to me. Still back in London.' His tone changed, his words softer as he spoke about them. "Isn't that a trademark of sadistic bastards? They're abused? Well I wasn't."

"Why did you leave them?"

"We were dirt poor. I knew America was the way to go until I got here. I got a job but wasn't making enough. That's when I started running. Made enough to send quite a bit back home to mum." He licked his lips, clearing his throat before he continued. "Worked in a strip club for a while, selling speedball to VIPs, keeping the girls in line....then I started moving up. And once I started climbing I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to go back down." He watched Nina take notes. He noticed her hair falling from her pony tail and into her face. He wanted to reach out, to fix it for her, but he couldn't.

When she looked back up he was staring again, green eyes gazing intently at her. She shifted uncomfortably.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"No," she lied, thankful when her time went off. She stood again, putting her notepad under her arm and shutting off the camera. The guard walked up to Harry, unhooking him from the table and cuffing his arms behind his back. Nina stood to the side, letting them pass, as Harry walked by her he winked.

"Same time next week doc?"

[eleven-times-lively]

The Wedding

In which you and Fred finally tie the knot, but not before some nerves get in the way.💕

Summary: Fred Weasley x Reader get married Word Count: 2908 Note: I was reluctant to post this as Chapter 1 didn’t seem too well received. I welcome feedback and constructive advice!

You stirred as you started to wake up. Your head on your fiance’s chest, limbs entangled. You breathed in Fred’s scent: musky but fresh, like an open field. You were still for a moment, smiling to yourself. Engaged, you thought. None of it seemed real yet. It had been two days, and while you knew you were now betrothed, the realisation of “holy crap I’m going to be married to this man” hadn’t quite fully set in. As if hearing your thoughts, Fred stirred.

“Morning beautiful.”

“Hi Freddie”, you grinned ear to ear.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “What’s got you so excited this morning love?”

“Nothing in particular, Freddie. Just waking up with you is all.”

He brushed a hair from your ear, sitting up in the small bed in the small flat you shared. You both hoped to move to something more suitable for marriage in the future. “I love you so much, doll.”

You straddled his lap to adjust to him sitting, not in a peculiar way, just becoming comfortable. “I love you, Freddie.” You leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed back, humming into your lips, the moment could have lasted forever.

*5 months later*

You and Fred had been planning for months, with some assistance from Ginny, Molly,

and Fleur. It was Christmastime, and you were set to be wed on Valentines Day. You had chosen

France as the location. The wedding would still be small, but it felt more special than something you’d do at home in England. And besides, Fleur knew all the best spots and you trusted her, she was your Matron of Honour after all. Fred had predictably selected George as his best man.

“What’s it matter if the flowers are peach rose or beach rose?” Fred asked with a groan. It had been a long day.

“Elegance!” Fleur exclaimed, seemingly floating across the room with her clipboard.

going between various boards with information around the room.

“That… and, Freddie, you of all people should know that the pinkist, peachiest roses are my favorite.”

“I do, love. This is all just stressful.”

“That it is.” chimed Ginny, who had married Harry just two years earlier. “How much is left to do?”

“Well I think-” you had started to say when Fleur piped up from her clipboard.

“Finalising the flower arrangements, the seating chart, and arranging for a photographer… oh and the cake!” she paused before the last piece, as if it had slipped her mind, but of course nothing could when every little detail was plastered somewhere around the room.

It was getting late, and everyone was growing tired. Harry and Bill came to fetch their brides as you turned to Fred. “Ready for bed, love?”

“Absolutely!” Fred exclaimed, giving you a quick kiss before practically dragging you upstairs.

*2 months later*

It was February 13, the night before your wedding. You were staying with Fleur in the Delacour family home with Ginny, Molly, Hermione, and Angelina. Fred, along with George, Harry, Ron, Bill, Charlie, and Arthur were off in another cottage. It was late and you were up with Fleur and Hermione.

“Are you nervous?” Hermione asked from above her teacup, perched on the couch across from you in the living room.

“I’m nervous that something may go wrong, but as for the whole marriage part of it, not at all. Fred is the love of my life. I’ve known him for ten years, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”

You thought Fleur was just about to fall out of her chair. “Mon dieu! Nothing goes wrong at a wedding I plan....” she trailed off, remembering her own wedding. “Do you think anything will change between you two, in the relationship?” She had collected herself and was gazing into her tea, as if the leaves had just told her some terrible news.

“I mean, I don’t believe so. Are we meant to just change our whole dynamic with the flip of a switch just because our names are together on a piece of paper? Or perhaps expect things to go awry the moment we say ‘I do’?” you chuckled at your own remark. “Freddie and I love each other, and I don’t think our almost ten year relationship can get any stronger. We can be married with no trouble at all.”

“Exactly. It’s been just over a year for me and Ron, and if anything, we are more in love than before.” Hermione added.

Fleur huffed so low you almost didn’t hear it. “Just be careful.”

With that the three of you retreated to your rooms, ready for the day ahead.

                                                              ***

The next day you woke up extra early. The ceremony was set for one, but Fleur insisted you wake up at seven to have enough time for “preparations”. It was now eight and everyone was getting ready. Fleur (and Bill) insisted on paying for hair and makeup services for the six of you. Hours later, you had put on your dress and were just about ready to leave for the venue. Your dress was simple, yet stunning. Fitting and flattering on top, full length and expanded outward past the waist, donned with long, lace sleeves and dipped neckline, you looked like a princess. Being in France and being spoiled by Fleur certainly made you feel like one. Fleur was your only bridesmaid, as you and Fred had agreed to keep it to one each to avoid any hurt feelings, thus avoiding a wedding party of over twenty. Fleur wore a gown similar to yours. I was baby blue and strapless, but featured the same lace bodice and a less flared skirt.. The wedding colors were decided to be peach and baby blue, something you and Fred came up with without assistance. 

                                                              ***

Fred and the others hadn’t woken up until around nine, as there wasn’t much to do. Ron, Harry, Bill, Charlie and Mr. Weasley all put on their suits of choice for the occasion. Meanwhile Fred was in the fanciest suit either of you had seen, picked out by Fleur. He sported a peach bowtie that surprisingly complemented his complexion. His boutineer was made of a trimmed peach rose and baby blue wildflowers. George matched him to a tee, but in a less flashy suit and a baby blue bowtie. You figured that the guests would need something to tell them apart. Fred and George were in one of the upstairs bedrooms shortly before having to leave.

“I’m bloody terrified, mate.” Fred had tears in his eyes, seated at the end of the bed.

George stood above him, consoling yet almost unsure of what to do, as he’d never seen emotions like this from Fred. “You aren’t having second thoughts are you? I can’t imagine you are.”

“What? Bloody hell George of course not. But what if I’m not good enough.”

“What in the world do you mean Fred?”

“I mean sure we were cute in Hogwarts, and even past that, but what if that’s all we are? Some teen romance that’s living on borrowed time? What if we get a month into this and realise we’ve been living some kind of pipe dream and we aren’t equipped for marriage?” Fred was sobbing at this point, something very unusual. Bill, Ron, and Charlie rushed upstairs at the sound, knowing a problem calling for a brother’s understanding needed to be solved.

“Fred, don’t talk like that. Look at any of us and you’ll see none of that is true. Ron and Hermione, George and Angelina, even me and Fleur, we knew our wives since Hogwarts, and none of us could be happier.” Bill chimed in from the back.

“I can’t exactly relate here, but even I know you sound crazy… more than usual.” Charlie added from next to Bill.

The four of them stared at Fred, who had collected himself. “I know that, and I know I’m being irrational. I just want the best for her… for us.”

“Of course you do, mate.” Ron chimed in. “And you know what? When you start thinking like that, in terms of “us”, that’s how you know you’re ready.” George and Bill gave nods of approval at his remark.

“Alrighty then. Well in that case, we have a wedding to get to!” Fred stood up from the bed, seemingly renewed, as he darted out the door.

                                                               ***

The ceremony hall was immaculate. Rows of perfectly lined chairs to accommodate the Weasleys, friends, and your family. The ceremony had begun, the enchanted organ playing a soft melodic tune. Fred had come down the aisle, and when he did Mrs. Weasley was already in tears. She was in disbelief that her baby was getting married, with all but one now wed. Fred couldn’t stop smiling from ear to ear. Nothing particularly exciting had occurred yet, but as he stood before the crowd, he was full of more glee than ever before. George and Fleur came next, arms linked and Fleur carried her small bouquet. They both looked stunning, and happy to be the only two chosen to be in the wedding party. They took their respective places, with George and Fred exchanging and a small hug. Finally, it was your turn. You had lost your dad in the Battle of Hogwarts, and had no brothers or close male family members. However, the Weasley family had come to feel like your own, with the older children becoming your closest friends.. The doors opened and everyone rose, to see you arm-in-arm with Bill and Charlie. If Fred wasn’t crying as the doors opened, he certainly was as you came down the aisle. A collective, yet soft gasp came over the crowd, stunned at your beauty. You had tears in your eyes you were trying to hold in. Holding your large bouquet and enjoying the moment, you reached the front of the room. You hugged the brothers as they took their seats.

“Hi.” you whispered at Fred, so low that not even the officiant had heard. You handed your bouquet to Fleur and took Fred’s hands.

“Hi yourself, gorgeous.” his trademark smirk came out with his words.

You were both trying to hold back the tears that yearned to flow. Fred caught up in your beauty and grace, and you in the prospect of being connected to the man before you for eternity. 

“Dearly beloved…” the officiant began; you and Fred never leaving each other’s gaze. After a few moments, “it has come to the portion of the ceremony for the couple to recite their vows. Y/n and Fred have chosen to write their own. The miss will begin.”

You took a deep, shaky breath, Fred smiling down at you as you began. “Fred,” you got the one word out when your voice broke and the tears began to fall. You giggled, as it was almost comical. “Fred, my love, my rock, my angel.” now he was crying. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were the one for me. Your kindness, wit, and damn... that smile, I’ve loved you since day one. I have loved the same man since I was fourteen, and now I’m here today marrying him. It was said to me by a friend that I’d know I truly wanted to spend forever with you once we’d been through hell and back together. Fred, we’ve been through more than most together, only growing stronger. You’ve been there through the good, the bad, and the ugly, and have still managed to stick around. From our first date, first kiss, first love, you’ve been the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You have an affect on me I can’t explain. Fred, you make me a kinder, gentler person, my equalizing force. Bloody hell, you’ve got me up here pouring my heart out in front of our family, you bloke. We’ve had quite the time together, I can’t wait to continue this wonderful journey. I love you Fred, more than anything, therefore I pledge my faith to thee.” Fred looked down at you as if you held the most beautiful parts of the world in your hands. He had tears streaming down his face and he mouthed an ‘I love you’ at you.

“And now for the vows prepared by Mr. Weasley.”

“Y/n, you are by far the most gorgeous, kind, smart, caring, witty, and did I mention beautiful, person I’ve ever had the grace to know. You, quite literally, came tumbling into my life, and damn if it didn’t make it better by tenfold. You are truly a force of nature, my dear. Through our ups and downs you’ve taken life by the bootstraps and walked through with grace and such conviction that the Earth stops for you, or at least I did. I remember our first kiss, y/n. It was a month after I asked you out, and we were in the astronomy tower. I leaned down, whispered “can I kiss you?” and your reply was a simple “well I’ve been waiting for a month, Fred.” as you pulled me in yourself. It’s that drive, that conviction, and the undying love that stems from it, that has kept me around all these years. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re bloody stunning. George said to me the day after we met, “I have a good feeling about her mate, better keep her around.” and damn if he wasn’t right. You’ve proven to be an amazing person, and even better partner… in life and… other endeavours. I want you to be my Mrs. Weasley forever, y/n, therefore I pledge my faith to thee.” He was grinning, and still crying, as were you. You were impressed with the poignant literary skills your husband had brandished.

“And now for the rings.” The rings floated in, enchanted by one of the Weasleys. “Miss y/n will begin.”

“Fred, I present you this ring as a reminder of my constant, undying love. From this day forward, I vow to love, honour, cherish, and respect you. In sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth, till death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed.” You slipped the ring onto his finger.

“Y/n, I give to you this ring as an object of my love, passion, and faith to you. From this day on, I promise to love, honour, value, and hold you in the highest, as long as we are wed. For sickness or for health, for rich or for poor, till death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed.” He slipped the ring onto your finger, giving your hand a kiss.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Weasley, you may now kiss your bride.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he dipped you both and brought you into the most loving, meaningful kiss you’d shared. The moment could have lasted a lifetime, neither of you wanted to break. He pulled his lips away slightly. “I love you, y/n”, before you both resumed your standing positions. Fleur returned your bouquet as you and Fred stood forward and clasped hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Weasley!”

Cheers erupted from your audience and you and Fred commenced the recessional, followed by Fleur and George. Everyone streamed out, all ready to enjoy the reception ahead.

                                                               ***

Before heading to photos, you and Fred had snuck away to a hidden bedroom within the reception villa. You wanted a moment alone in each other’s company before your night was focused on the party and your guests.

“We’re married now, love.” Fred was once again fighting back tears as you both sat on the bed. “I’ve wanted to call you mine, officially, since fourth year, and look at us now… Mrs. Weasley.” The word sounded like pure honey coming off his tongue.

“I love you, Freddie, I can’t wait to begin this new chapter with you… Mr. Weasley.” He brought his thumb up to wipe a tear from your cheek that had fallen.

The two of you were silent, enjoying the warmth and company. You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, the same thoughts seeming to run through your heads. You rested your head on Fred’s chest. He kissed your forehead before setting his chin down on your head. The moment lasted forever, you both finding solace in the other’s steady breathing. Fred sensed you about to fall asleep to the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest. He kissed your forehead and you stirred. You lifted your head up enough for him to kiss you on the lips. The deep kiss evolved as you both sat up and you straddled his lap. You began to kiss down his neck when he had to interrupt.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” You said, now fiddling with his bowtie.

“As much as I want to absolutely ravish you, that should wait for tonight. We have a party to attend, you’ll never believe who the guests of honour are.” You huffed, genuinely disappointed. “I knowwww”, you said, dragging out the last letter.

He picked you up bridal-style, carrying you out of the room and outside where the photographer and your family were waiting. You shared in one last  kiss before embarking on your first adventure as a married couple.

[whitherliliesbloom]

since they're going around, do you have any pregnancy headcanons for Illya? (you can delete this if it makes you feel uncomfortable, sorry!)

*Interrupts my butler au and nyooms to my inbox real fast*

SO I SEE YOU’VE CHOSEN DEATH. Placed under the cut because this is long. Seriously. I’ve broken the headcanons into sections. Some 5.3 spoilers under the birth section due to mentions of a certain someone. 

Realization and breaking the news to friends

Among their friends, Illya and Alphinaud are probably one of the last to get married but ironically, the first to have children. Because they’re the type of couple who has like 20 years of their future planned ahead of them. Communication is extremely important to them, and long before they even got married they’d already discussed having children.

Having a baby was on their ‘to-do’ list right after moving into a new home and also making sure the timing is right that no world ending threat might cause having a baby to become an inconvenience.

So when Illya starts to feel symptoms she honestly isn’t even surprised. She’s more ecstatic than anything. Given her experience with being a medic, she can also roughly tell apart her morning sickness from a common cold or food poisoning. She does go to a chirurgeon to double check though, and her suspicions are confirmed. 

She surprises Alphinaud with the news by sewing a tiny onesie version of his trademark suit and gifting it to him in a present box while he’s working.

Alphinaud planned for this but he still can’t help but feel his stomach do flips when he figures out what her gift means and he grabs her into a hug only to quickly pull away “ah- I should be careful from now on, I’m sorry!”

They tell the scions and they celebrate the news together. Krile offers to personally monitor Illya’s condition and Tataru won’t stop crying throughout the party. 

Illya travels back to the First and announces the news to her and Alphinaud’s friends of Norvrandt. Chai Nuzz was fortunate enough to stop his wife from crushing Illya in a hug by reminding her that she’s carrying a child. Dulia Chai is quickly reduced to tears when Illya gives her a handwritten letter from Alphinaud asking her to be the baby’s godmother. Ronitt offers to build Illya an automaton that would serve as an automatic baby walker but she refuses his offer. The pixies seem to already know Illya’s pregnant before she even tells them, most probably due to word from Feo Ul, who promptly scolds their darling sapling for keeping the news secret from them until now. Seto is horrified that Illya walked all the way to see him and gave her a flight back to the crystarium. Ryne is overjoyed and asks if she could be the baby’s big sister, to which Illya of course agrees. 

Though unfortunately, Krile asks Illya to refrain from traveling back to the first anymore especially during her late stages of pregnancy. They don’t know if the baby will be able to handle the travel well especially when it starts to develop a solid body and soul of its own. Illya explains this to her friends, and they all understand.. though Dulia Chai does request for a painting of the baby from Alphinaud after Illya gives birth. 

Before Illya could make the traverse back to visit her parents in their homeland, she is surprised by their visit. Alphinaud had apparently scheduled and prepared their voyage over to Eorzea to visit Illya as a surprise, and Illya can’t hold back her tears of joy. Cocona too, is reduced to tears but tries to hold it back. Lachlan is just jolly and excited to be a granddad and tells Alphinaud and Illya that he’s proud of them.

Cocona and Lachlan stay at their home for a few days and before they return to their farm, Lachlan crafts up a little baby stool with his carpentry skills.

During pregnancy / preparation

Even when pregnant, Illya is a workaholic. She’s absolutely forbidden from fighting but she still actively works her shifts at infirmaries and sneaks out once in a while to attend to injured soldiers. She also does chores, much to Alphinaud’s chagrin. Against his insistence, she still cleans the house and cooks their meals, but she leaves the heavyweight stuff to temporary helpers Alphinaud hires.

When the two aren’t working, they’re actively preparing for the baby’s arrival. Illya by sewing as many onesies, towels and beanies she possibly can.. and Alphinaud by buying an indescribable amount of supplies. They have a whole storage room dedicated to baby nappies, wipes, formula and food. He doesn’t listen to Illya’s scoldings. Surely a ceiling high worth of diaper packs isn’t enough. 

Illya’s a lot more picky about her diet and the 9 months she’s pregnant is the longest she goes without eating her signature black blossom peppers. Even she knows that it might be hazardous to her baby. Her weirdest craving consists of a stick of steamed celery dipped in Ishgardian tea. She’ll swear upon her life that it tasted good to her at the time. 

They also begin to prepare a room for the baby, Illya pasting glow-in-the-dark stickers of stars and birds on the ceiling and they paint the walls a bright baby blue with clouds together. They line the baby’s bed with layers of the best blankets Illya could afford to sew and plushies of themselves. There are plushies of the scions lining the shelves above the cabinet too. Of course, Illya has a ton of potted flowers in the room.

Of course, they begin baby-proofing the house too and Illya has to ask Alphinaud to get a lock fixed on the door of their armory. They have a personal aetheryte installed in their garden which only they and their trusted companions can attune to. Illya crafts a baby bracelet with a tiny aetheryte charm attached to it that she plans to give to her baby, so that she and Alphinaud could warp to their side at any thing. 

Alphinaud and Illya do A LOT of reading to prepare themselves, they’d often pour through hours and hours worth of information in order to educate themselves on what is best for their baby. 

Alphinaud loves pressing his ear against Illya’s belly and talking to the baby, and they both read a lot of books out loud. They often fall asleep on the couch together, wrapped in a blanket with Alphinaud’s head against her belly and her hand brushing his hair. 

Illya also sings lullabies to her tummy a lot, which inevitably ends with Alphinaud falling asleep on her lap. If she isn’t singing to her tummy, she’s humming while doing something else like knitting or reading. 

Illya takes a lot of walks and makes it a point to do light exercises even while pregnant. She was told that it’s good for expecting mothers to do so, for both the baby and to hopefully lessen labour pains. Alphinaud asks Illya to not do it unless she has somebody accompanying her but of course she doesn’t always listen. 

The baby’s first kick causes Illya to freeze completely in place and Alphinaud panics when he sees her just standing there. He nearly runs to  call the chirurgeon but Illya just stops and giggles as she stops him. “No, no. It’s okay. I just.. felt a little nudge.” Alphinaud drops to a knee and immediately presses his hand against her belly to feel yet another kick. And to say he’s over the moon would be an understatement. He scoops Illya up and kisses her forehead.

Word about the warrior of light’s pregnancy starts to get out and they are sent hampers containing gifts as well as a lot of congratulations fan letters. Some noteworthy gifts are a doman tea set along with a note that explains how it’s good for rejuvenating expecting mothers, tiny scarves and mittens with the Ishgardian emblem sewn on them, kupo nuts, medical supplies and flower bouquets from the elder seedseer herself. 

Alisaie often stops by to accompany Illya. ‘Accompany’ is just another word for babysitting, really. Alphinaud expresses worry for Illya’s insistence to keep working even while working and for once, Alisaie completely agrees with her brother. Illya’s not even allowed to hold a broom while Alisaie’s around. They also get several other visits from others.

When Rielle and Sidurgu visit her and Sidurgu is visibly awkward when he sees Illya dressed in maternal clothing and stuck on the couch under a disgruntled elezen woman’s watch. Usually when he meets Illya, she’s in a full suit of armor. 

Melkoko drops off lunchboxes on the front door and doesn’t extend her visit much out of fear of bothering Illya’s rest. Illya goes to visit Leveva, who unsurprisingly already foretold of Illya’s pregnancy and congratulates her by giving her a set of supplements she’d prepared before hand. Sylphie and Getty surround Illya and begin to bombard her with questions when she visits them at the conjurer’s guild. Redolent rose is too busy to visit Illya, but has his best set of baby sized berets sent over to her home. 

PLOT TWIST

When it came time to ask about the baby’s gender, they were about to go visit the chirurgeon when Krile stops them and notes that... there’s two separate aetheric bodies in Illya’s belly.

Y’shtola and the chirurgeon confirms it - they’re having twins. A boy and a girl.

Alphinaud’s panicking because he thinks the supplies he bought isn’t enough and Illya has to beg him not to order yet another 5 years worth of supplies. They compromise and go for 2. Their storage room still has a good amount of baby supplies even after the twins outgrow needing them.

They begin making preparations to welcome the second baby, with another baby cot, Illya crafts another set of baby clothing and a second aetheryte bracelet and of course, even more vigilant babysitting from Alisaie. They prep the nursery with even more plush toys, though Illya suggests that they save room so she can sew plushies of their babies afterwards too.

Illya’s belly really starts to expand and feels heavy as a result of her carrying twins and it’s difficult even for a workaholic for her to bring herself to walk for long periods. She’s stuck at home during the last two months of her pregnancy as a result. She sometimes vomits and loses her appetite, and at other times she eats a whole lot more than she usually does. 

Illya has difficulty sleeping, and suffers from back pain and when the babies stretch, she also feels slight pain in her ribs and it’s led to a lot of late night moments of panic from Alphinaud. She assures him that she’s fine though. Alphinaud gives her a lot of massages and brings her tea and snacks when she gets the munchies.

Alphinaud begins to work a lot harder and does lots of overtime on his work so that he can spend more time at home with Illya after she gives birth. 

They have a bit of trouble picking out names because they hadn’t exactly expected to get twins. But they eventually settle for Ipheion and Eulalie Leveilleur, both named after flowers.

IT’S BIRTH TIME

Illya’s water breaks while she’s baking cookies and she drops the tray of them onto the floor and sends Alphinaud running out of his office. He calls the linkpearl to the chirurgeon as calmly as he can and he seems to be cool as ice even when he’s carrying Illya out to the garden but Illya can tell from his arms that he’s shaking. Alphinaud’s read about this about a hundred times already but he still can’t shake how terrified he is now that he’s finally having to confront the process. 

Alphinaud refuses to leave Illya’s side for the entirety of her labor and even before that. By Krile and Alisaie’s request, he also calls them to inform them of Illya going into labour and they quickly rush over. 

He holds Illya’s hand and tells her that it’s okay and reassures her that she’s doing well. Her labour pains last significantly longer due to having twins. Illya’s pain tolerance is extremely high, but childbirth is on a completely different level and Alphinaud curses the twelve for not being able to do anything to lessen the pain for her.

Alphinaud wipes Illya’s sweat with a napkin and his throat grows parched from how much he talks to her.

The baby boy is the first to be delivered and Alphinaud is given the baby to hold, but he can’t bring himself to celebrate just yet. With his free hand, he continues holding Illya. By this point, they’re both thoroughly exhausted and Alphinaud’s hand is numb from how Illya squeezes him but they press on until she finally delivers the girl. 

Illya passes out for a brief moment but regains consciousness to find her two babies wrapped up in Alphinaud’s arms, and she can’t help but to burst into tears. They each carry one, and Alphinaud is speechless. He’s a man of much eloquence but even he can’t describe the sheer joy of what he’s feeling at the moment.

Alisaie also begins crying when she sees the infants for the first time but she’s not crying, she swears!! Krile checks on Illya’s vitals very very thoroughly and insists that Illya rest, which she does. She ends up sleeping for a good 10 hours until she wakes up and asks to hold her baby immediately. 

The scions visit the new parents one by one so as to not disturb them too much and all give their blessings to them and their newborn twins. Y’shtola in particular notes that their aetheric bodies are healthy and also surprisingly stronger than most newborns she’s seen. G’raha and Alisaie argue over who each of the babies resemble more. Tataru enters the room carting a trolley full of food and supplements for Illya to eat. No more cooking until she’s fully recovered - and she does mean fully. It’s the first time Illya agrees to finish her archon loaf. 

Alphinaud often falls asleep on the chair next to the bed with a baby against his chest. 

When they finally get to go home with the babies, they are almost by their babies’ sides 24/7.. not that it would be hard for them too especially with many sleepless nights and baby cries awaiting them. 

They celebrate the twins one month anniversary by inviting their friends over and they are given lots of gifts. Alphinaud asks Estinien to be their baby’s godfather. Estinien refuses.

The first time they bring the babies to the Rising Stones, everyone there just surrounds them and clamours to get a chance to hold the babies. 

Illya sews plushies of her twins and they now permanently reside next to plushie Illya and plushie Alphinaud

[rainandhotchocolate]

Secrets

A/N YOOO DAY 1 OF ADVENT This is based on a request for a Hermione x reader, where the reader is Ron’s twin sister and doesn’t know that Ron has a crush on her. It’s mostly real fluffy, and I’m going to write a second chapter I think if people enjoy the character! :) 

- Tagged users, i tagged Lily x reader in case anyone was keen on this too! Feel free to lmk to take you off it :)

Enjoy! (Hermione x Ron’s Twin Sister!reader, fluff)

Y/N grabbed hold of Hermione’s hand and dragged her down the stairs, careful not to let the invisibility cloak slip as the moved swiftly through the castle.

Y/N knew that Harry would kill her if he ever found it missing, but Ginny had promised to keep him occupied for the evening so that she could sneak it out of his dorm. Y/N hated to think what her younger sister was doing to keep him ‘occupied’, but pushed it from her mind as she focused on avoiding the trick step as the two girls continued down further towards the Great Hall.

“Where are you taking me?” Hermione hissed, her trademark nerves coming through on each word.

“Just lean into the surprise for once.”

“I’d rather not get caught out of bounds right as Dumbledore has returned to the castle.”

“Oh come on, you know that he’d hardly give a tough punishment to anyone friends with Harry,” Y/N teased her. She wanted to give her a kiss on her forehead, watch Hermione’s face relax at Y/N’s touch, but there was the very real chance that the invisibility cloak would slip at the slightest change in positioning, given that Y/N had grown about 3 inches and was pulling it way above their ankles if she didn’t remain in a crouched position. Hermione grumbled but didn’t respond, and Y/N knew it was because she knew Dumbledore wouldn’t ever really get them in trouble.

Eventually they reached the Great Hall, pausing momentarily to check that Ms. Norris wasn’t prowling anywhere nearby, ready to sound the alarm to Filch.

“All clear,” Y/N knocked her elbow lightly into Hermione’s ribs, and pulled her again before Hermione could make any sound of protest. Y/N pushed open the front doors slowly, slipping into the grounds. It was warm, or at least warm for May in Scotland. The iciness in the air had disappeared and there were flowers blooming throughout the grounds and in the potted plants by the green houses. Y/N continued to lead Hermione through the main courtyard and onto the soft grass, pulling off the invisibility cloak once she was sure they were out of the Castle’s main view.

“I’m not sure if this is my ideal date night,” but Hermione was smiling as she spoke, making Y/N grin down at her in response.

“That’s the point, Miss Granger, something you wouldn’t expect,” Y/N slowed her steps so that she could hold Hermione’s hand properly, “promise it’s just a little bit further.”

Hermione nodded, looking down the sloping hills and towards Hagrid’s hut.

“Ok close your eyes for a sec,” Y/N beamed at Hermione, stepping in front of her to block her view.

“Really, Y/N?”

“Come on, let me have this one night,” Y/N pleaded, pouting.

“Ok, ok,” Hermione laughed at the whine of Y/N’s voice and covered her eyes with both hands. Y/N watched her for a second before spinning on her heel and moving quickly down the rest of the hill. From her pocket she pulled out her wand and small package, placing this on the ground and standing above it. Taking a deep breath she flicked her wand over it. This better work, Fred, she thought, her nerves spiking as she thought of having made Hermione lose her 8 hours sleep for a fake spell.

After a split second where Y/N’s heart sat in her throat, the package moved. It hovered slightly, jumping up and then open, the packaging becoming bigger and bigger as it spun in the air. The spinning slowed as the packaging unwrapped itself, now as large as a picnic blanket, and placing itself daintily on the grass at Y/N’s feet.

“Fuck, yes!” Y/N exclaimed, realising after a moment that she would have startled Hermione.

“What’s going on?” She heard Hermione call, and spun around to see her moving down the hill towards Y/N, “Did you just yell?”

“Yes sorry! I, uh, well surprise!” Y/N threw her hands out awkwardly, stepping aside so that Hermione could actually see what Y/N had set up for her.

“What is all this?” Hermione stepped forward, gaping a little at the spread. On the banks of the black lake, a blanket lay across the grass, a small basket sitting in the middle. Hermione moved closer, peering inside, a smile playing across her face as she saw two butterbeers, strawberries, and a case of raspberry jam tarts, Hermione’s favourite.

“Well I know that we aren’t like, official official since we haven’t exactly told anyone,” Y/N laughed, and hoped it came across as easy going and not slightly nervous, “Anyway, I figured that wasn’t any reason to not celebrate our 6 months.”

“6 months!” Hermione yelped, wheeling around to face Y/N, “Oh my god I am so sorry I completely forgot, with everything going on I –“

“It’s fine, honestly,” Y/N grinned at Hermione’s now very flustered expression, “I didn’t expect you to remember, that’s why it was a surprise.”

“I really am sorry, I would have-“ but she fell silent when Y/N leaned in and kissed her softly. Hermione’s lips were soft and sometimes had the faint taste of ink to them.

“You’ve got to stop sucking the end of your quill,” Y/N snorted, pulling away and kissing her forehead. Hermione flushed, turning back towards the picnic blanket.

“I still can’t believe you set this all up for me,” She sat down on the blanket and stared out at the black lake. Y/N had a suspicion that she wanted to get a proper glimpse of the giant squid before they graduated the next year. Potentially to ask if it’s living situation was adequate or if Dumbledore needed to do some upkeep.

“Well I have to admit, Fred helped me with a bit of it – but I promise I didn’t tell him about us, I just said it was for something,” Y/N explained as Hermione opened her mouth to protest.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to hide this from your family, wouldn’t you want to tell your mum at least?” Hermione pulled out the tub of jam biscuits and opened it daintily, peeling off the stickers on each edge carefully so that she could fold them into little squares.

Y/N shrugged, avoiding her gaze. They had both agreed to avoid telling anyone for the first little while. This was mainly because neither of them really knew they were anything but straight until they had all travelled home to see Y/N’s dad when he was attacked at the Ministry. Whilst Ron and Ginny were determined to cheer Harry up, Hermione had stayed with Y/N all night and they’d woken up looped together in Y/N’s bed in the early hours of the morning having fallen asleep.

That was their first kiss. And it still made Y/N’s heart flutter even though she remembered the concurrent stomach ache she got when she felt Hermione’s soft lips press against her own, Hermione’s curls falling between them and her hand in the curve of her back, and realised that she was definitely not straight. And perhaps during a severe death eater attack on her own father wasn’t the best time to bring it up to the family.

And it wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t heard the sneers from other students, wizards were in such small pools that it was basically to heresy to not continue the family line. Y/N’s mum had been pressing her about her future grandkids since she was old enough to know what a uterus was.

It just… never seemed to the be right time to tell anyone.

“It’s better this way, and anyway at least no one can use us against each other,” Y/N winked at Hermione who rolled her eyes whilst biting into another tart, “But this is our anniversary, so less downer talk and more romance thanks.”

They remained by the lake for what felt like an hour before Hermione looked up and saw the moon in full shining down upon them, the stars twinkling brightly in the clear sky. Y/N knew what it meant when she looked up at the sky, it was her little tell that she had begun thinking about other things, about tomorrow. It was her meditation but organisational.

“Ok, come on we can go now,” Y/N had sidled over to her, leaning her arms back and against Hermione’s thigh. Hermione jumped, turning back to Y/N.

“What, oh, sorry, I faded out again didn’t I.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughed, “but also I know if we spend too much time out late you’re going to start thinking about how many hours sleep you’re going to be able to get and then stress about being tired during class.”

“You know me too well, Y/N,” Hermione smiled toothily, reaching out a hand to touch Y/N’s forearm. She felt a jolt where Hermione’s fingers sat, trailing up and down her arm.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Anytime, lovely,” Y/N tried to keep her confident façade but felt her ears starting to burn red at Hermione’s earnest gaze.

“No, honestly, just, I know that we were both not exactly experience with the whole, kissing a girl thing, but I know I’ve been unsure and confused and just. Thank you.”

Y/N could feel the blush creeping up into her cheeks and chest now and cursed her ginger genes internally. Hermione leaned in slowly, taking her face in both hands and kissed her again, deeper this time, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue against Y/N’s softly.

Y/N couldn’t help but moan lightly as it flicked across her tongue again and she could feel Hermione’s body moving closer to hers, making Y/N lean backwards and onto the blanket behind her so that Hermione’s body was lying on top, her bushy hair falling over her face and onto Y/N’s. Hermione pulled her closer, Y/N wrapping her hands around Hermione’s waist to make it easier for them to be as close as possible. Feeling Hermione’s breasts pressed on top of her own made her stomach flip over, sparks flying throughout her body. It was terrifying. And possibly the most excited Y/N had ever felt.

They pulled apart, both breathing heavily and grinning stupidly at each other.

“You sure you want to go?” Y/N whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind Hermione’s ear, which fell immediately back out and across her face.

“Unfortunately, yes, I will start stressing about my sleep schedule very soon,” Hermione laughed at Y/N’s pout, “But I can tell you I wish that I could stay longer.”

“That’s all I need to hear.”

Hermione sat up, holding out a hand to pull Y/N up from the blanket, brushing some of the bits of dirt and grass out of her hair. Y/N turned back towards the blanket and pulled out her wand. With a flick it packed itself back up, letting off a small popping noise that made Y/N’s heart jump, praying that Fred hadn’t done anything particularly annoying to her basket.

However, much to Y/N’s surprise, the popping noise was quickly followed by small lights that flew from the basket and hovered just above it, twinkling like stars in the night.

“Your brothers’ may be a bit insane, but that is some beautiful magic,” Hermione looked impressed, watching them move slowly into different formations and lighting the area around the basket, like a soft torch.

“They always mean well,” Y/N made a mental note to thank Fred in some way and picked up the basket, letting it light the way back to the castle. Thankfully, they easily avoided Mrs Norris who had been prowling along the entrance to the castle but was momentarily distracted by a flock of pigeons who were pecking for scraps along the courtyard walls. Even Peeves stayed out of their way, but Y/N could hear him in a nearby classroom banging around the walls and cackling something that sounded suspiciously like dungbombs.

Hermione’s hand stayed gripping onto Y/N’s own the entire way back to the common room, and even though it meant a slight loss of circulation when Hermione heard what could potentially be a teacher, Y/N felt a little giddy at the idea that someone like Hermione wanted to touch her that badly. Once they made it back into the common room Y/N slipped off the invisibility cloak and tucked it into her back pocket, letting it hang out slightly.

“Ok well, goodnight,” Y/N sung Hermione’s hand softly, looking up into her brown eyes.

“Good night, Y/N,” Hermione’s expression was neutral but it felt like her eyes were staring into Y/N’s soul, watching every movement she made. After a moment, Hermione leaned in, kissing Y/N softly on the lips and then the cheek.

“I know it’s weird that we have to like go from date to roommates, do you want me to like wait here or…?” Y/N hated this part, feeling unsure. It was one thing to see her every day, hanging out with Harry and Ron, hands touching underneath the Gryffindor table, but a whole other problem when they got back to the dorm rooms and Y/N was torn between wanting to relax and nonstop thinking about Hermione changing two feet from her bed.

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but her face contorted into fear as there was a soft thump behind us. Y/N’s whole body went rigid, arms tensing by their sides as she dropped Hermione’s hand and spun around to see what had fallen.

“Lumos!” Hermione hissed beside Y/N, lighting up the common room and landing on a large stack of books that had fallen off one of the side tables near the far right windows. She lowered the wand so that it fell underneath the table, revealing two figures hunched behind it.

“Shit,” Y/N swore loudly, feeling her heart thump forcefully in her chest as she recognised the messy black and bright red mop of hair on each of the two boys. They stepped out, looking a little sheepish, moving into the light.

“What the fuck,” Ron swore loudly, staring at the two of them, his twin sister and best friend standing side by side. Having just kissed. Shit.

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jassi’s adventures with the persona 5 manga, volume 2, pt. 1!

this volume was actually a bit of a struggle to get but i got it, it’s in my hands, along with volume 3!!

-so last chapter, i complained about ryuji’s awakening being sort of jammed into the end volume 1.  well the first few pages of volume 2 more than make up for it by showing him kicking ass, taking names, and enjoying the hell out of himself - it’s nice to see this cocky and confident side to him that he has as skull.

-at one point, morgana jumps in and summons zorro to help out being like ‘can’t you do anything without me?’ and later goes on to call ryuji sloppy.  the start of a classic rivalry.  also morgana calls him blondie lol.

-also this must have slipped past me but unlike in the game, morgana isn’t there for ryuji’s awakening and is surprised to see that he’s a persona user.

-they have to be reminded of their goal to steal his treasure by morgana but given we’re barely a few pages in, they make their exit to the real world pretty quickly after.

-ryuji’s a lot more confident after awakening his persona - meanwhile cat!morgana turns up and claims he’d noticed something special about ryuji all along and how these two were all part of his infiltration plan.  sure, jan.

-though i do like how ryuji raises of the point as to why didn’t morgana just steal the treasure himself if that’s so imperative.

-ryuji takes charge of the calling card - everybody thinks it’s a prank and it features his trademark crappy artwork but i do like how his wording ‘to the creepy bastard of lust, suguru kamoshida’.  get ‘im ryuji.

-oh there’s more - ‘we know how shitty you really are taking your base desires out on helpless students, thus we have decided to steal those twisted desires and make you confess your crimes, we will arrive today to commit the deed, prepare thyself, signed the phantom thieves of hearts’

-akira must have helped with writing that lmao - that or ryuji’s a lot more well spoken than i thought.

-ann wonders if it’s because of shiho, meanwhile kamoshida flips the fuck out and demands to know who did this.  he starts accusing random students and rips that shit off of the bulletin board.  yep, he’s rattled lol.

-the group prepares to end the castle, but ann turns up - even in phantom thief gear, she immediately recognizes skull as ryuji and i guess came to the conclusion that they were the ones who wrote the calling card because kamoshida freaked out so much.

-she wants in on in the action too and there’s a funny exchange where ryuji is trying to explain how they have to go through a palace and she’s like ‘...a palace? yeah, i can see that.  it’s a castle.  so what?’

-morgana already crushing on her but meanwhile she’s just wondering how the hell that cat talked.  there’s a funny little callback to the ‘castle vs palace’ line with ann, who seems to be getting confused by the two.

-ryuji just kind of tells her to get lost and starts shoving her away - she looks to akira for help but he’s just like ‘we’ll take care of kamoshida’ - though to be fair, he does mention feeling bad about it.

-there’s a lot of castle parkour, ryuji nearly slips and falls off the side of a wall.

-a lot of the following pages are game accurate - morgana loves treasure, they grab it and try to carry the giant crown, kamoshida spots them, though he offers to trade them ann (who i guess at some point he captured) for it.

-the next chapter is ann flashback one, lots of references to her alienation by her classmates, they think she sticks out like a sore thumb because she’s not fully japanese, her hair and her eyes are too different, they treat her like a foreigner, they find her really aloof and generally just a lot of gossiping and whispering going on around her.

-‘this is what it’s like for me every day.’

-i can’t tell if this a first meeting between ann and shiho but it looks like they’re in art class and shiho tells ann her art sucks - but then says she finds it really unique and weird.  ann bursts of laughing at this and it looks to be the start of a best friendship here?

-she’s strapped to that crucifix looking thing - kamoshida grabs her face which just makes me shudder, and it’s mentioned she went back in and got ambushed by the cards.  he’s still trying to convince them to trade her for the crown.

-...they give it back - aww, such sweet guys, but asshole kamoshida never planned on being honest and calls ann an ‘interesting new toy to play with’ and says how he likes seeing the looks of helpless frustration on people.

-he grabs ann’s face AGAIN - asking what fun he can have with his new toy and cognitive ann makes her entrance basically saying that he can’t let ann talk back to him like that.

-i know that cognition is more or less well explained but it’s still disgusting that kamoshida’s perception of ann is that of a skimpily dressed, obedient, mindless sex slave.  the whole idea of cognitive ann is just so repulsive to me.

-ann rightfully calls him insane - kamoshida doesn’t like that and THREATENS TO DISSECT HER IN FRONT OF THEM, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK.

-he goes on another disgusting tangent about how everyone is his slaves and calls shiho a stupid girl, saying there are more slaves where she came from and she was just a poor substitute for ann.  he says he had shiho ‘take her place’ and while it’s never outright said, i’m sure you can infer what happened and to put the icing on the cake, he blames it on ann saying that if she would have just graciously accepted his advances, none of this would have happened.

-he asks her if she thinks she actually has the right to feel angry - wtf man??

-ryuji and akira give her a pep talk saying how they’re nobody’s slaves and neither is she, even before they become phantom thieves together, they’re such good friends to her.

-ann’s had about enough of everything and is getting pissed off - i think there’s an awakening coming on!!

-her awakening is actually really cool, though with the black and white color scheme, her mask gives me catwoman vibes but carmen? super beautiful. ._.

-her tangent is more or less the same in the game - he took everything from shiho, she’s gonna take everything from him.  still super badass!!

-the first four phantom thieves have assembled - and kamoshida is not taking this well!

-he morphs into his shadow form and devours his own guards and from here, the next few pages are more or less the boss fight in manga form.

-there’s a panel where joker saves ann and they’re like staring into each other’s eyes, ryuji’s in the background being like ‘i helped too! where’s my thanks?!’

-kamoshida drinks from his giant drink glass and he’s all healed up.

even though the book feels about the same size as volume 1, it feels like there’s a whole lot more to go through with it, so i’ll be tackling it in parts, i think.  this volume doesn’t even end with kamoshida’s defeat, that’s only about halfway through - and they still have time to introduce yusuke afterwards, though i’m pretty sure that all of the actual madarame stuff is properly covered in volume 3, but yeah, ann was handled a lot better in this version, she got a lot more screntime, a lot more badass scenes, i liked the development with her.  kamoshida continues to be an immense pile of shit and it’s just fun watching ryuji grow more confident in himself as a phantom thief!

[kdramakitty]

Born Again summary/recap

Do you wish you knew what was crazy about Born Again, but don’t want to watch the show because it is a waste of your time? Behold, I have summarized most of the plot to give you insight as to wtf was happening in this show. (This is longgggggg, sorry in advance)

The story starts in the 1980s. A young woman who runs a bookstore has a chronic heart condition that will kill her in the near future. Her boyfriend (or as she refers to him, her “lover”) is a detective. The woman refuses to marry him because she’s afraid she’s gonna die soon. They are really sweet together and clearly care very deeply about each other. He ties!!! Her hair up!!! With a red string!!! You know, the string of fate???? The most subtle way to imply that they are fated lovers!! Tbh I actually do think it’s a great scene and is a nice way to symbolically demonstrate how deep their love is for each other. Too bad the writers apparently don’t care about any of that “fated lovers” nonsense despite setting it up that way.

In the town they live in, there have been a string of murders of young women who carry yellow umbrellas. Of course, our bookstore lady has a yellow umbrella and doesn’t want to get rid of it when her boyfriend asks her to. He proposes to her one night by telling her to pick up a book and flip to a certain page, where it asks her to marry him. She actually asks if he knew what book she would pick up and he says no, so he just wrote it in all the books in the store 😂 After the very sweet and romantic scene, we see that outside the shop there is a man with very bad wig that is supposed to resemble shaggy hair who is watching them while holding a yellow umbrella. It is heavily implied that he is the yellow umbrella serial killer, and we clearly see that he is pretty mentally unstable. A whole bunch of yellow umbrellas are hanging in his closet at home, which he reacts to with surprise. However, while this at first could imply that perhaps he was unconsciously aware of what he was doing (like perhaps he blacks out and commits the murders or something), it then turns out that he is NOT the serial killer, his father is. This is kinda hilarious for a few reasons: (1) this actor has played a role as a serial killer’s son before, what a weird coincidence, and (2) this is just the beginning of one of this show’s trademark strategies: characters’ actions don’t need to make sense because they’re crazy/psychotic/whatever BS the writers feel like. Like why does his father put the yellow umbrellas in his son’s closet? No real reason, he’s just ~crazy~. Anyways, yeah, his dad is the serial killer. He tells his son that he is destined to become a killer too, and once he starts he won’t stop. Nice little bit of foreshadowing there. Despite that, his son insists he won’t become a killer. The not-currently-a-murderer is obsessed with the bookstore lady because she was really nice to him in the past (he attended her Wuthering Heights book club that was hosted in a church lol). It makes sense, he’s clearly been abused and she is one of the first people to truly be kind to him. His mom attacked him with scissors so he has a scar over his left eye, which bookstore lady sees when she brushes the hair out of his eyes (it’s kind of a Phantom of the Opera moment I guess).

Anyhoo, bookstore lady is dying and needs a heart transplant. But there’s no donor! Oh nooo, whatever shall we do? Well, our not-currently-a-murderer comes to the only logical solution, which is that he should... kill??? Someone??? They need to be brain-dead or something but I think he just straight up kills her (don’t worry, no heart transplant happens, so the medical stuff doesn’t matter (here and everywhere else)). And wouldn’t you know it, bookstore lady walks in on him after he murdered this person. Very awkward. She passes out and the now-a-murderer carries her to the hospital because he doesn’t want her to die (I mean, he just killed someone for her, wouldn’t want to waste his efforts). The murderer gets arrested and is also accused of being the yellow umbrella serial killer. While this is untrue, there is a lot of evidence that ties him to the killings (he buried some of the bodies and put socks on their feet? Recounting the details of this show continues to amaze me with how weird and random some stuff is). Bookstore lady makes the amazing decision to visit him in jail because she just can’t figure out why he would kill someone. He doesn’t exactly explain things well, and she tells him he’s a beast who can never be reborn (too much to explain, it relates to previous conversations they’ve had). She’s called to court to testify about the murder she saw him commit. He’s convicted of all crimes and sentenced to death. Btw the detective has been around this whole time being a supportive boyfriend cause he’s great and she finally agrees to marry him. She boards a train to the church where they’re going to get married. But oh no *gasp* the murderer breaks out of jail to try and find her! The detective finds out and rushes to find her too. She’s wandering out in the snow around the church. The murderer finds her first, and the detective shows up shortly thereafter. A fight ensues, I think the detective manages to shoot the murderer in the shoulder, then the murderer stabs him a gajillion times in the stomach. Bookstore lady has collapsed cause her poor little heart is so weak, and she once again tells the murderer that he’s a beast who can never be reborn. The murderer gives a cry of anguish and then shoots himself in the head. The scene ends with all of them lying in the snow, our two lovers reaching out for each other as the light fades from their eyes, and all of them die.

Haha just kidding, only one of them dies! But we don’t learn that until many episodes later. The rest of these details become gradually revealed as the episodes continue but I will recount them in a linear fashion so you aren’t endlessly confused. Tbh I’m fuzzy on a few of the details, partly because as the show goes on things make progressively less sense and I lost track of wtf was going on. Bookstore lady didn’t die, but did shortly thereafter. The detective’s body was thrown into the river for reasons??? I forget. Bookstore lady dies and written on her grave it asks for the detective’s body to be buried beside her when he’s found (😢). The murderer does not die despite shooting himself in the head, and he is supposed to die by hanging, BUT THEN oh wow it turns out he survived that too! And a prison guard who has been kinda nice to him watches/helps him escape. The murderer calls up his lawyer, who has been helping him, and it turns out that she is in love with his serial killer father because he killed her abusive stepfather. Oh, and she’s pregnant with his (the actual serial killer’s) child, nbd. His lawyer tells him that the bookstore lady is alive and he can find her at this hospital. But the lawyer lady is lying to him (for reasons I’m not even going to get into) and actually people are waiting there to kill him. Though, they don’t kill him there, they take him out on a boat because... they’re doing organ trafficking or something, so they need him alive? Idk. He gets into a scuffle with them and then he falls into the ocean and dies (for realsies this time).

Alright, we are now in 2019. All three characters have been reborn: bookstore lady is now the forensics lady, the detective is now a corrupt prosecutor, and the murderer is now a med student (and aspiring murderer). The show drags it out for awhile about whether the guys switched bodies (the prosecutor has moments where he has some pain on his left eye, which is where the old murderer had a scar), but nope the same actors are the same characters they were in the past. And don’t worry, the whole pain in the eye thing never gets explained, so your guess is as good as mine. The med student is a psychopath who struggles to understand emotions. He’s the non-biological son of a prosecutor who happens to be friends with the old murderer’s lawyer and we find out later they conspired to have him killed. Anyways, the prosecutor (aka previously the detective, not med student’s dad) meets forensics lady through work and they have some good romantic banter. Forensics lady meets the med student primarily because he’s in her class she teaches. They’re... friends? I mean she definitely sees him as a friend but he’s in love with her. Too bad she’s in love with the prosecutor. But oh no, he’s engaged! His fiancée is a violinist, and I’m gonna go ahead and skip to the fact that she is the daughter of the murderer’s lawyer and the serial killer and SHE’S a serial killer who is responsible for the modern day copycat crimes of the yellow umbrella murders. She’s got a yellow umbrella that she stabs people with. The prosecutor is investigating the case and he and forensics lady get some quality time together 😉 He breaks off his engagement with modern-day serial killer lady and he and forensics lady start dating.

Ugh okay I’ll talk about the med student. So he comes from a messed up family, his mom expects him to be a high achiever or he’s dead to her, his father thinks he’s a murderer, and his younger brother sucks for reasons I’m gonna skip. He was accused of murder when he was like 14 but turns out the girl just jumped off the building or whatevs. But he acts?? Like a murderer??? Like, with forensics lady he basically implies that he has killed people (and this goes on for many episodes) and then it turns out he’s never committed murder. Forensics lady is actually the craziest person in this show despite being one of the few people not labeled as crazy/psycho/whatevs. She is convinced she needs to “save” the med student from being a murderer and tells him she won’t judge him for his past but that she’ll try to prevent him from committing murder in the future. She gives him wayyyy too much leeway and basically allows him to get away with any creepy behavior. Here’s a good place to mention that he super stalks her; he’s tracking her phone, he has her diary, he goes through all her pictures on social media, etc. so he learns about all the stuff she likes and keeps coincidentally showing up at places she’s at. Once she tells him that she’s in love with the prosecutor, he’s really not okay with it, and tries to get a random dude to kill the prosecutor. But whoops that guy stabs the forensics lady instead! In the hospital, forensics lady’s friend discovers that her phone is being tracked and the two of them figure out that the med student has been stalking her. She initially seems pretty shaken by this. The prosecutor figures out that the med student convinced this guy to kill him, a conversation which forensics lady overhears. Once again, she seems shocked and upset. The med student finally shows up at the hospital and acts like normal but she confronts him about it. He admits to everything. She gives him a little speech about how you should ask people what they like (rather than stalking them), and how if you want to see someone you should call them and ask where they are (rather than stalking them). He then gives her a hug and I think says something like he’s happy she’s alive? Anyways, she forgives him immediately and they drive home together. The forensics lady and the prosecutor start dating and it’s all cute, and med student basically still stalks her but stalks her... less. Med student is acquainted with the modern day serial killer lady, and she wants to kill forensics lady because she stole her fiancée. Blah blah blah, whole bunch of nonsense, basically forensics lady gets convinced to go to this abandoned school and gets knocked out and tied up, med student turns up to save her and is carrying a knife in his hand, and the prosecutor walks in as the med student is standing over her with the knife. The prosecutor shoots him.

Time jump to a year later (yep, I know, wtf). Med student has been MIA for a year, forensics lady and the prosecutor are not dating because she’s mad at him for shooting the med student (aka her stalker, aka the guy standing with a knife in front of her while she was tied up and unconscious). Oh and she misses!!! The med student!!! Her stalker!! And is texting him constantly!! The med student turns back up and wow he has now remembered his previous life as a murderer and now he’s even more obsessed with forensics lady. He’s got a bullet in his brain though so he’s maybe gonna die soon. A whole bunch of nonsense happens and the prosecutor gets knocked out and when he wakes up he’s remembered his past life too. We are STILL trying to figure out who did the modern day yellow umbrella murders and they finally figure out his ex-fiancée did them, and she gets put in jail. Her mom is trying to get her out and whatevs I don’t care. Forensics lady is uncertain which guy she is really in love with because the writers suck. Anyways, she finally remembers her past life too but instead of realizing the detective/prosecutor is her soulmate she’s like “... sorry dude, I’m still hung up on my stalker.” Oh and turns out the detective caused her parents’ death so now she has a better but also stupid reason to not love him. Oh AND she now needs a heart transplant because of course; med student is dying bc of the bullet in his brain so he’s like “pls kill me so I can donate my heart to her” because that’s the only logical thing to do. I guess it mirrors the beginning where he tried to kill someone else to get her a donor for her heart transplant, but now he’s killing himself (how... romantic?). She figures out what he’s trying to do and rushes to save him. They have a romantic moment (well, romantic if you try to forget everything about the show and characters) aaaaaaand fade to black. An indeterminate time later, we see that the prosecutor is now a public defender. Forensics lady now runs the old bookstore. It is left unclear whether med student died or not. Also did she get a heart transplant? Cause she’s fine now.

Other fun details:

- Forensics lady’s dad is the prison guard who let the murderer escape in the 1980s

- Serial killer lady has a butterfly tattoo that can only be seen under UV light and that’s a key reason why she’s identified as the killer

- Both the murderer’s and detective’s bodies are found over the course of the show and the forensics ppl do facial reconstruction and they look SO SIMILAR to the modern day versions of them but it takes a painfully long time for anyone to notice

- The med student’s mom was artificially inseminated with a random sperm donor rather than the “genius donor” she thought??? So like that might related to why he looks like the old murderer??? Idk

- Oh yeah and the med student’s dad was the prosecutor for the murderer’s case but knew he was wrongly convicted but wanted to cover it up so he conspired with the murderer’s lawyer to have him killed when he escaped from jail. So that’s awkward cause now his son is the reborn murderer lolololol

Woohoo, that was fun. I probably got a few things wrong but it’s not like I’m gonna go back and rewatch it so... oh well. Sorry this is long, but at least you don’t have to spend 16 hours watching it!