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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, âUkitake 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 doesnât 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 doesnât 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. âMaybe she doesnât like being complimentedâ)
**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 doesnât 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 doesnât 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 âI heart Roseâ 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 doesnât 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 heâs playing dumb on purpose, to see how far youâll 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 doesnât 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 doesnât work:Â
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." (Youâre not stuck in the friend zone, heâs 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 doesnât 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 youâre 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 doesnât 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)
#bleach#fluff#bleach ukitake#byakuya kuchiki#bleach renji#bleach shinji#bleach ichigo#bleach ishida#bleach kensei#bleach rose#bleach shuhei#jushiro ukitake#renji abarai#shinji hirako#ichigo kurosaki#uryu ishida#kensei muguruma#bleach headcanons#bleach byakuya#clueless#cute#bleach men#i want them all#headcanon#fanfic
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#idk why i find these so funny đ#i love how the hair flip has become his trademark#trevor lawrence#clemson tigers
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title: havenât 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 âgood girlsâ by 5 seconds of summer. also, big thanks to @florence-cvrtâ 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.
âLee Donghyuck, if you donât get your hand off my thigh right this instant, I will tell Mr. Qian to fail you.â
You bring a light slap down on his hand, which is threatening to slide up your skirt. Your boyfriendâs 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, âWait until I tell the student body that their vice president is actually violent and manipulative.âÂ
He tskâs as you show no reaction, instead flipping through the pages of the French textbook. âWhat would you tell them?âÂ
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. âThat even though you walk around school smiling at everyone and kissing teachersâ asses, you love hitting your boyfriend and threatening him.â
âYou, my boyfriend?â You laugh at him, eyes never leaving the book. âTheyâd never believe you.â
Youâre 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.
âYouâre right,â he relents, but heâs 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. âThey wonât. But it wouldnât be a surprise. I mean, weâd be the hottest couple ever. So, maybe I should put a nice big hickey, right there on your pretty neck. Maybe then theyâll believe youâre not as innocent as you pretend to be,â teases your boyfriend, his voice dipping lower into dangerous territory.Â
You roll your eyes. âSure,â you respond sarcastically.
âIf you say so.â
Before you know it, your boyfriend has leaned in to kiss you, lips inches away from yours. When you realize what heâs up to you put a hand up, so his lips meet your palm instead of their intended destination. âNo.â
A whine leaves him, a stark juxtaposition from his dark appearance. âWhy not?â
âBecause itâs not appropriate.â
âNot appropriate?â he questions, crossing his leather covered arms across his chest. âYouâre my girlfriend.â
A shake of your head tells him no, along with a teasing smirk upon your lips. âNot right now. Right now, Iâm your French tutor. Now pay attention,â you tell him, gaze skimming the textbook page.Â
âFine,â he scoffs, leaning back in his chair.Â
âJe suis allĂ© au cafĂ© et j'ai pris une tasse de cafĂ©. Translate that for me.â
âThat means,â he starts, rolling his neck back to stretch it out, looking less than interested in the lesson. âMy boyfriend is so sexy and I wish he would kiss me right now.â
Your eyes narrow, and you shake your head. He speaks up again. âI was kidding, actually it means, Donghyuck, I love when you wear your leather jacket, it makes you look so sexy.âÂ
You lean forward, capturing your head in your hands in frustration. He just laughs. âTu es une telle honte, pourquoi je sors avec toi,â you sigh out, exasperated.Â
âOh,â he hums, leaning forward to hold your hands instead. âMaybe that one means, My girlfriend is so beautiful and smart?â You look up at him, raising an eyebrow at his sudden attempt to appeal to you. âBecause you are.â
You roll your eyes, a smile spreading over your lips. âActually I was calling you a disgrace and wondering why Iâm even dating you.â
âNot surprised,â he chuckles softly, but immediately closes the French textbook on the desk before the two of you. âCome on, you know Iâm not good at this school thing. Mr. Qian already knew that when he asked you to tutor me. How about,â he tilts his head at you, about to put up an offer. âWe ditch this tutoring session and go get some ice cream? On me.â
A purse of your lips tells him youâre considering it, and he adds, âIf anything, Iâm just studying more by being with a beautiful lady who speaks fluent French.âÂ
You chuckle, leaning forward with pursed lips. âJe t'aime.â
âThat one I know,â he smiles as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. âLove you too. Now letâs go,â he says, standing and pulling you along by the hand.Â
'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.
âGoing somewhere?â
Immediately you jump, eyes widened as you turn to meet the owner of the voice. âDonghyuck!â You hiss, voice still low. âI thought you were my dad!â
âWell, you can call me daddy too,â 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.Â
âDonât even joke about that,â 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. âSo, where are we going?â âA friendâs party. His name is Mark.â
A cautious eyebrow is raised by you. âWill anyone from school be there?â
He shakes his head in response, knowing you canât be spotted together especially with you under his arm at a college party of course. Youâve got to protect your precious reputation. âNah, heâs in college. Thereâs no way heâd let high schoolers in.â
âWeâre high schoolers, silly.â
âWell, yeah,â he shrugs before turning and grinning sinfully at you. âBut weâre cool.â
âYeah, keep telling yourself that,â 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. âCan you stop being a horndog and get this book for me?â
âDarling,â he chastises, reaching up to grab it easily above you. âThatâs what I was doing.â
As he hands the book to you, you roll your eyes. âSure, like you werenât trying to rub up on me.âÂ
âNot at all,â 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. âWhy do you even wear your uniform, anyways? You know itâs not required by the school.âÂ
âYeah,â you respond matter-of-factly. âBut as the vice president I should adhere to the suggestions set by the administration. Clearly you donât care,â you say, glancing over his usual outfit of ripped jeans (which definitely didnât fit normal dress code anyways) and his trademark leather jacket over a white Adidas shirt.Â
âOkay, but your president Huang Renjun is a lame virgin with a stick up his ass and even he doesnât wear his uniform everyday,â retorts your boyfriend.
âMore reason why I should have been president instead,â you respond, scanning over the back of a book sounding not at all petty.
âThatâs because at the time, you were more focused on becoming my girlfriend than campaigning, you minx,â Donghyuck teases as you slide the book back into its place, unsatisfied with its synopsis. When you donât respond, instead turning into yet another aisle, he follows you, fingers tugging slightly at your skirt. âThatâs okay, I like the skirt anyways,â he says, his famous smirk over his lips as your mouth gapes and a flustered warmth slides up to your cheeks. âSâcute.â
She said to me, forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught
âOh my god, Y/N,â Donghyuck already starts as he approaches you in the front of the school, already losing his bad boy personality in the fear that youâd be upset at him. âIâm so sorry.â
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 wasnât the most discreet of places but you swore theyâd 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.Â
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 doesnât deserve to be hidden.Â
The smile you give him must throw him off, because he blinks. Heâs probably forgotten his pre-made apology; he knows how important your reputation is to him. In his silence, you speak up.
âI donât want to hide anymore. Letâs,â you propose as you interlace your hands, surely feeling eyes on you already. âShow them what a hot couple looks like.âÂ
He blinks, eyes flying to your hands and itâs probably the first time youâve seen the snarky Donghyuck speechless. He recovers smoothly, smirking and nodding. âOkay. Letâs blow them away.âÂ
âBut if you fail your French test in third period, I will break up with you.â
A boisterous laugh leaves his lips as he kicks open the doors to the school hallway. âNoted.â
Before the two of you enter the hallway to expose your unlikely clandestine romance to everyone, you lean up and whisper in his ear. âJe t'aime.â
âI know what that means,â he smirks as he presses a proud kiss onto your temple, and takes a step inside.Â
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Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1
just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kidâs life goal is to âhunt down the monsters and slay them allâ. Iâll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of â...just like you did Fatherâ but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isnât even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he wouldâve cut his head with the way heâs moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face heâs making. contrasts very nicely with Lokiâs â,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.
âthe 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!â thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. âwell, what would you do about this?â odin asks him. âmarch into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so theyâll never try anything like this again!â wow okay so weâve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. thatâs 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.Â
if tumblr didnât have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. heâs such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content iâm here for.
âI have no plans to die todayâ thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone theyâre gone. heâs literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thorâs grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thorâs plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until theyâre all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but iâm not even twenty minutes in so iâll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, youâre such an idiot.
âHOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!â 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 âI AM THOR, SON OF ODINâs, 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,
thorâs 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. heâs the prettiest princess in all the lands. whatâs 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, heâs 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 donât think your dad even qualifies as an example of that.Â
âTHEN. GO!â đ„° ahh yes, just thor thingz đ„°đ„° like when one friend has had his arm burnt đ„° and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, đ„°đ„° and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, đ„° and your brother is telling you they must go, đ„° 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 đ„°đ„°đ„°Â
THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6âČ6âČâ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell âFATHAA!! WEâLL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!â as if the last thing Odin told him wasnât âno, thor, weâre not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.â 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldnât 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 âan old man and a foolâ 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 itâs thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss.Â
thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling âHAMMAA?? HAMMER??â over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I donât know what else there is to say about this.
âyou dare threaten me? puny human?â. 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, iâd 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 đđđ (but seriously thor you imbecile why didnât you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. youâll remain a clueless buffoon if you donât 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 heâs 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 iâd 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 thatâs his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment.Â
I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and â5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist tropeâ flashed through his mind.
âbut no more smashing!â 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???? iâm not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and sheâs getting mad at him and berating him about it, and heâs liking it. yâall iâm sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.
im DYING. THAT ISNâT EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I canât keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Janeâs response makes so much more sense now; sheâs laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like âuhh, thank you? ahaha,â 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. Iâm out. I am done here. goodbye.Â
return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. âIâve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?â âmany times, but you are brave to do it.â âI have nothing else to lose.â âah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.â ârealm? rEaLm?â âyou think me strange?â âyesâ âgood strange or bad strange?â âI havenât decided yet.â I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like âuh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge đđ€Șâ i feel so sorry for jane here, didnât know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking đđđ 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 donât want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. donât make me think about it.
thorâs 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 âI have a plan. attack.â 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. heâs 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.
âyouâre big. fought bigger.â + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me.Â
I swear iâm not making up this romantic subtext but itâs barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thorâs attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. Iâm not kidding. First thereâs 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 hammerâs 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 heâs not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after heâd thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldnât 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 heâs in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies heâs already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (thatâs code for please change, thor, please,)
thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point heâs being a complete asgardian *ss about it and itâs reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. iâm not saying anything happened, but Thorâs openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are âheâs fine, not injured at all,â followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of âwe drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,â and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says âi still donât believe youâre the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,â so... your choice, i guess...
thorâs got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes janeâs lifeâs 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 hasnât payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge youâre passing on hear. âi come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,â ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you canât because youâre thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldnât even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldnât trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.
THIS is thorâs realization face. in case anyone was interested in what âdawning truthâ looked like on him. đ°đȘ 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. đ©đ©đ© so many emotions, I canât even count them all đ©đŻđȘ
stupid smile and âdo not worry my friends, i have a plan,â he says, âiâll just try and abuse the fact that Lokiâs super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what heâs rightfully angry about this time,â he doesnât 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.
âim sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever youâre blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but youâre disturbing innocents that i donât really care about but youâre the one making a scene in front of them so why donât you admit you wonât kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?â and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI thatâs what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. heâs 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 Janeâs 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 thatâs what is happening. Iâm not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thorâs going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if itâs just Janeâs hand. Heâs maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie.Â
iâm 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 iâm here iâm going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were yâall on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he wonât 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 itâs the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. heâs 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 ârâs like âtâs and he doesnât even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesnât 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 thatâs true love babey. <3
âIâll handle my Brother!â Thor says, as if Loki didnât send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Lokiâs weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if heâs on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and youâre 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: âyou literally canât stop this from here.â Thor, immediately: âiâm going to hit it with the hammer and see if that worksâ 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 đđđ but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!
âyou canât kill an entire race!!!!â 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 Thorâs dream, Thorâs, not Lokiâs. 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, thatâs 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. âNow fight me,â Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his lifeâs 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 heâs gonna kill the race of monsters and about how heâs only ever wanted to be your equal and about how heâs not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say âthis is madnessâ instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the deets đ„ đđŻđ©
Loki is whipping Thorâs butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thorâs d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thorâs face, now heâs just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thorâs face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesnât think anything is up with this, gosh heâs 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 đđđ and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest đđđ but itâs okay because Thor left holes in Lokiâs container đđđ
now THIS is the meat to Thorâs funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a âwiser kingâ or a âbetter fatherâ than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face andâ what do you mean he wasnât joking
look at Thorâs stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thorâs face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Lokiâs death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. Heâs just,, heâs just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses.Â
#listen#if people can interpret loki and the grandmaster as a thing when loki spends the entire time looking uncomfortable about every situation#then i can interpret thor as flirting with people when there are actual canon questions which get solved when other explanations dont work#so#dont mind me here#in conclusion: thor is a dum dum idiot and it's *chef's kiss*#thank you for coming to my ted talk#ThisPostIsLongerThanMyLifeSpan#TPILTMLS#Language!#language#im one of those people who comments on things through movies but you can't be mad because it's worth it and i've got points#obviously writing means i can get the full gist of the comments out without summarizing#but#like#my family is simply underappreciative and i'm a genius
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Lovers Among Us - atla smau
masterlist / part 17 / part 18 / part 19
a/n: Zuko and Y/nâs 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 youâre 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.
âYou know, once I get a boot instead of these crutches, this will be a lot easier,â you said, more of an attempt to calm the hurricane of butterflies boarding up in your gut. âI could probably kick Sokka pretty hard with the boot, now that I think about it.â
Zuko didnât 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 Zukoâs 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 theyâd be though, you thought. Theyâd 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. Thatâs 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 Zukoâs 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 farmerâs 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 wonât 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 didnât 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. âWeâre here,â 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 uncleâs 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.
âSo,â he said.
âSo,â you echoed.
âIâm sorry for walking out earlier.â
âYou have nothing to apologize for.â
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.
âWhat are we doing?â
âWell, Iâm trying to stomach this overly sweetened tea. What are you doing?â
âY/NâŠâ This time Zukoâs eye did not smile at your attempt for lightheartedness. Try as you might, this was going to be a serious conversation.
âI donât know, Zuko.â
âYou have to know something,â he scoffed. Looking up, you caught him rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair so that he could cross his arms again.
âDonât you scoff at me. You got us into this mess.â
âMe?â he asked incredulously. You could practically hear the yell he was biting back. An opening. He was frustrated. You could convince him that this wouldnât work. That youâre 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?
âYes, you. If you hadnât walked out and caused a scene, weâd be enjoying a movie night or killing Sokka again.â
âI just apologized for walking out!â
âAnd I said you have nothing to apologize for!â
âYOU JUST SAID I CAUSED A SCENE!â 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.
âWhy are you pushing me away?â
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.
âY/N,â your name on his lips was almost a whisper, a prayer really. You hesitantly looked back at him. âAsk me when.â
âWhen what?â
âWhen I knew that I love you.â
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?
âWhen?â Your voice was faint, but you heard the simple question fall from your lips.
âI donât know,â he answered.
âZuko!â you groaned and facepalmed. âWhy would you have me ask you that then?!â
âBecause it wasnât just one moment,â his voice had not changed from that soft tone. âThere were so many moments that made me realize I love you.â
You could only gulp down a couple butterflies before he continued in a passion of communication.
âThe first time I heard you laugh. When I see you hug my uncle. When you cried snot on my shoulder after watching Coco. I canât narrow it down to one moment. All I know is when Iâm with you, since Iâve met you, Iâve been genuinely happy. Hell, I look forward to just sitting next to you in classââ
âWhy?â you interrupted.
âWhy do I like sitting next to you in class?â
âNo. Why do you love me?â Your voice was so quiet that a pin dropping to the floor would make more noise.
âI donât think I could pick one reason either.â
âTry. Please.â
He paused for a moment to think, to choose the right words. All through his thinking, his eyes never left yours.
âYou know me,â he said finally. âYou listen to me and⊠you care about what I have to say. You know what will make me smile or what to say when Iâm upset, even if I donât want to talk. You know what Iâm feeling, what Iâm thinking. I love the way you loââ he caught himself and looked down at the table. âI love the way you care about me.â
Silence invaded the Jasmine Dragon again. It settled for a while between the two of you and you digested Zukoâs words. He said you know him but you have absolutely no idea what to say next.
âOkay,â Zuko the silence breaker spoke again. âI did all my talking. Itâs your turn now.â
âMy turn?â It was your turn to ask incredulously.
âYes, your turn.â
âI donât have anything to say.â Zukoâs words may have collapsed an area of the fortress but you began rebuilding brick by brick.
âBullshit,â he almost laughed, but there was no mirth in his voice. âYou wouldnât have come to the door if you didnât have anything to say.â
âZuko, I--â you began, only to get cut off again.
âDonât lie to me,â he said seriously. âActually, I still have my fifth rule to use. Rule #5 is Y/n has to be honest with me.â
âReally?â you deadpanned. âOf all the possibilities, thatâs what you come up with?â
âIf it gets us to have this conversation, then yes.â
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.
âZuko, I--â you tried again. âIâm afraid.â
âOf me?â
âNo,â you had to laugh. âNo, of course not. Iâm afraid of losing you.â 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. âWhat if, what if we donât work out?â you pleaded for him to understand. âWhat if it doesnât work and you stop loving me and we start to hate each other and then we donât 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?â
Zuko took a moment to take in your plea. You could tell her was considering what would be the best response. âDo you think that would happen if Sokka and Suki break up?â
âI already told Suki Iâm taking her side no matter what so....â
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.Â
âI guess it depends then,â Zuko started up the conversation again. âIf you maybe... felt the same way about me.â 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 Zukoâs fifth rule of honesty. There was no turning back.
âI do,â 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.Â
âThen youâre not going to lose me. If it doesnât work, then fine. Iâm your best friend first and foremost and you are mine. But I love you. And I want to see where that takes us.â
It wasnât 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.
âOkay,â you smiled. âI love you, too.â
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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 doctorâs cold hands at bay.
âWhat brings you in today?â Hikariâs 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.
âI think I might beâŠâ her voice trailed off. White splotches formed around her knees where she had pressed them together. She couldnât bring herself to look at the doctor, shame coloring her cheeks.
The doctor hummed in acknowledgement. âWell, your blood test does confirm that you are, in fact, pregnant.â Hikari flinched. It didnât make sense. She had convinced herself that the pregnancy test she took at home didnât 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. âWould you like to hear your options?â
Hikariâs laughter sounded forced and hollow. âOptions? Like what? Choosing between which family member murders me when I tell them?â
âDepending on what you choose, you may not have to tell them. Legally, you are an adult and can choose your favorable outcome of thisâŠsituationâ Hikariâs wild eyes and quivering lip stirred something in the doctorâs 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.
âYou may not be able to control how your family will react, but you can decide what happens from here on out.â The doctor leaned against the sterile counter, clipboard pushed aside. âFirstly, 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.â He paused. Hikari wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, eyelashes clumped with unshed tears.
Clearing the lump in his throat, the doctor continued. âAs of right now, you are only about seven weeks along. If you donât like your first two options, there is still enough time to get an abor- â
âNo, please.â 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 wasnât anything else he could do for her; it was her choice.
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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 boyfriendâs shoes by the door. It was time to tell him.
Takeruâs voice seeped out from underneath their bedroom door. âI donât know whatâs happening! Thatâs why Iâm calling you. She wonât tell me anything, Miyako. Please, please, help me out.â It could have been the distress in his voice or the ultrasound crumpled in her hands, but Hikariâs eyes burned. Initially, she hadnât 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 couldnât 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. Miyakoâs answer must have been vague, as Takeruâs voice rose to a new decibel.
âIf itâs just a stomach bug, why has she been avoiding me? She wonât even let me touch her!â Takeruâs voice cracked. He was damned if she told him, he was damned if she didnât.
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 Takeruâs tears dampened her fringe. âPlease.â
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.
âTakeru.â 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 didnât 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 couldnât bring herself to look at him. âHikari, I donât understand.â 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 didnât 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. âHikari, I donât understand.â
Her tears dripped into her palms as she held her face in shame. âIâm pregnant.â
A sharp gasp shattered her heart. Itâs 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 wasnât 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 wouldnât be visible for another few weeks, but Hikari held his hand firmly in place. Takeru didnât speak, lips trailing kisses across her face and down her neck.
âTakeru, Iâm scared.â With his blind hair tickling her chin, it was hard to gauge his reaction.
He hugged her tight, snuggling further into her neck. âIâm terrified,â he admitted. âWeâre so young, and thereâs still so much that I want to do.â Hikari tensed. This was it.
âBut,â he cupped her cheeks in between his palms, planting a kiss of reassurance on her lips, âI love you. You are the thing I am most sure about. This baby is an extension of you; of us. Iâll do whatever I need to take care of you both for the rest of my life.â A pair of thumbs wiped away her fresh tears. âThat is, if youâll have me.â
A gasp, then a pair of hands pulling closer. âYes,â she whispered against his lips.
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Dial Tone [M]

Author uhgood-dooghu
Pairing Namjoon x Reader
Summary Namjoonâs been gone for a week. Thatâs it, thatâs the tweet.
Rating 18+
Genre Smut, fluff, my attempt at crack, established relationship
Warnings Explicit sexual content, phone sex, daddy kink youâve been warned, dom/sub undertones, begging, edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, Namjoonâs packing, OC is a bro girl at heart, self gratuitous porn with no plot
Word Count 2.7k
âDaddy...â
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 youâd called earlier, heâd 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 hadnât seen the notification until heâd finally left the building forty-five minutes late, waving goodbye to his business partner and waiting for his car just outside the lobby. Heâd frowned when heâd seen your name. Youâd 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 Seokjinâs phone as well.
Sliding into the drivers seat, heâd connected his phone and pulled onto the street, absentmindedly hitting play on your message.
Thank god Seokjin had declined his offer for a ride.
âHoly mother of fuck,â he exclaims, panic clouding his thoughts before he has the sense to throw a hand out and adjust the volume. Does he know whatâs happening? No. But he really doesnât 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.
âDaddy, I need you,â you whine. âWhere are you? You said youâd be done by nowââ 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, youâd made very specific plans to call him tonight.
Apparently youâd 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.
âI miss you, daddy. Youâve been gone for so longâoh my godâI miss you touching me.â
Namjoonâs 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.
âI miss your fingers. And your dick. Fuuuck, daddyyy!â
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 youâre denied.
Your voice cracks and he feels it right in his dick.
âDaddy daddy, please please please, call me back, please please, I wanna come, daddy, Iâve been so good, please please please, call me.â
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, heâs hard as fuck.
âShit.â
Pulling up to the valet, he fumbles with his belt, tucking his erection into his waistband with a silent prayer that itâll be enough to save him some embarrassment. It probably wonât (surprise, itâs actually quite difficult to hide a massive dick, who wouldâve thought), but he doesnât 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: Couldnât wait for tonight, huh? [6:31 PM]
When the doors finally open, he darts inside, choosing his floor and frantically tapping the âcloseâ button.
The elevator moves far too slowly. Thatâs 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 havenât responded, which, knowing you, could mean one of two things. Either you let the moment pass...or youâre 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.
âDaddyâŠâ
âHi, baby.â He hooks his arm behind his head and licks his lips. âWhat you up to?â
He smirks when you moan, loud and wanton.
âHaving fun?â
You stutter out a yes.
âMmm, without me?â
He listens in amusement as you keen.
âIâm sorry, daddy, I c-couldnât help it. I miss you!â
âItâs okay, princess. I miss you, too.â
In the background, he hears a soft drone.
âYou got a toy in you, baby?â
âMhmmm!â
âYeah? Which one?â
You take a shaky breath. âT-the black one.â
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.
âHow longâs it been in, princess?â
âToo long,â you moan, and he tuts in disapproval.
âNot an answer.â
You whimper, voice pitching. âSince I c-called you.â
In the back of his mind, heâs 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.
âDang, baby. Wanna tell daddy what you did while you waited for me?â
The way you groan tells him youâd 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.
âI u-used my fingers...and I played with my clit. I got myself m-messy for you.â You pause to breathe. âThen g-got close, I was so close, and then I called you.â
Youâre 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.
âKeep going, baby.â
You huff a whine and press on. âT-then I put my toy in...I let it suck my clitâah!â
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 doesnât even have to tell you what to do, youâre 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.
âYou like that, huh? You like your toy sucking your clit?â
âD-daddy sucks it better.â You mewl and click the toy back to life.
He allows himself a smug grin. Sue him, itâs nice to hear. âWhat then, baby? What did you do next?â
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, itâs almost pathetic. Almost.
âIâfuckâI kept it inside me, and I...I p-played with my nipples until I was closeâshiiiiit.â
Youâre 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.
âI was s-so close, and then I t-turned it up and it felt so good, daddy, it felt so good!â Youâre on the verge of tears, and Namjoon smiles fondly, dragging his thumb through the precum beading at his slit.
âIâm sure it did, baby. Were you a good girl?â
âYes yes yes,â you insist, and he hears the frantic rustle of sheets. âI was good, I didnât come. I promise.â Thereâs a slight change in your voice, the toy becoming more muffled, and he can tell youâve flipped to your stomach. âI promise.â This time you actually sob, and Namjoon shushes you softly.
âItâs okay, baby, I believe you.â
You moan. âDaddy, I wanna come.â
The throb of his dick lets him know he wants you to come, too. He moves his fist just a little faster.
âI know, baby.â Biting his lip, he lets his eyes fall shut. âBut I want you to use your fingers first. Take the toy out and get them wet. Taste yourself for me, princess.â
You shift and, a few moments later, audibly swallow.
âTastes so good...â you moan.
Fuck.
âYeah? Nice and sweet for me?â
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.
âYesss daddy, pleaseââ You choke in the way you do when you force yourself to hold off for him. âPlease, Iâm so close, Iâve been so close for so long, please.â
God, he doesnât know why he loves this so much. Itâs 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 couldnât 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 6â 5â, 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 havenât 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 thatâs how much he fucking loves this.
âDaddy,â you choke, and he can tell youâre quickly reaching a breaking point.
âItâs ok, princess, Iâm here.â
Putting you on speaker, he sets his phone on his chest and reaches down to cup his balls. Heâs barely touched himself, but theyâre already so tight, and he knows he wonât 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.
âAlright, baby,â he coos. âPut your toy back in. I want you to turn it up high. I wanna hear it, okay?â
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 âdaddy daddy daddy!â
Fuck, heâs close.
âYou know what to do, baby,â he growls.
Youâre practically wailing, words muffled and unintelligible, and he fleetingly wishes he had FaceTimed you instead.
âCanât hear you, princess.â
You gasp loudly.
âP-please, daddy, can I come?â You break off in a desperate slur of pleasepleaseplease, and thatâs all he needs to snap.
Gritting his teeth, he tightens his fist.
âCome.â
âFuck, daddy!â 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.
âGood girl,â 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. âSuch a good girl for me, fuck.â
He works himself through the pleasure, dragging his cum back down his cock, all the while showering you with praise as you gasp helplessly.
âFuck, baby, you did so well.â With a hiss, he slows his hand to a stop, giving himself one last squeeze before dropping his dick to his stomach. âIâm so fucking proud of you. You hear me?â
You whimper, panting heavily, toy already clicked silent, and he knows youâre 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.
âCan you talk to me, y/n?â
You donât respond right away. âG-give me a minute,â you eventually whisper, and he relents with a soft âokay.â
It takes about five minutes, but he finally hears your breathing level out, a sated sigh crackling though the phone.
âHow you feeling, babe?â
âDead.â
He laughs, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand. âHow long were youââ
âTwo hours. Two fucking hours, Joon.â He laughs again, wiping the cum from his abs and fingers. âHow long does it take to check your messages, goddamn!â
âSorry, the meeting ran long.â
You hum in mock annoyance, then yawn loudly. âIt went well, at least?â
âMhmm, really well. We closed the deal.â
âFuck yeah, bro.â
Laughing, Namjoon tosses the tissues in the trash and falls back onto the pillows. âWere you really edging for that long?â
âI mean, I took a couple breaks, but yeah, pretty much.â
He shakes his head, feeling a little guilty. âIâm sorry, baby, you know you didnât have toââ
âNamjoon. It felt good. Really good.â
â...well, shit.â
You snort, and he lets go of any intrusive thoughts. He trusts that you know what you want, and lord knows heâll give you anything you ask for. He hears you yawn once more with a smile.
âYou should go to sleep.â
âItâs only 7.â
âYouâll be asleep in an hour anyways.â
You shift on the bed with a scoff. âYou calling me old?â
âIf you want me to.â
âIâll pass, thanks.â
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. Itâs not nearly as good as feeling your warmth beside him, but heâll live. Still, heâs counting down the hours until his plane lands in a few days and he can kiss you for real. Itâs been a long week.
He sighs. âI miss you, y/n.â
âI miss you, too, Joonie. I love you.â
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!
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Maybe continuation of the Kung Lao fic? đOr I'd love to see a fic where Kung Lao gets hurt and reader has to take care of him đ (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!
â ïžTW for near death. â ïž
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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.
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girls chase boys â t.k.
â pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader
â genre: fluff, oc is an absolute babie who has no shame, tsukishima goes from âsheâs annoyingâ to âsheâs aightâ to âi may be lowkey in love w her itâs nbd thoâ, oc will literally not give up, tsukishima is still a first year (word count: 4.1k)
â synopsis: usually when experiencing such a soul-crushing rejection, one would give up on their feelings, right? right?
â 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)
âi like you!!!â
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)
thatâs when it all started
noâ 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, thatâs 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 couldnât see the stageâ also, you didnât 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
âno thanks. not interested.â
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
âthatâs okay~â you respond.Â
(thatâs okay ?)
(what the fuck kind of response is that being rejected ???)
(yours!!!!)
youâre exhaustingly persistent, as tsukishima comes to find out
or should i sayâ
âtsukki~!!âÂ
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
âdonât call me that,â (he doesnât look up from his book)
âwhat~! why not?â
âonly my friends call me 'tsukkiââ
you snort, scooting a little closer
âthatâs mean. how many times have we walked home together, and we still arenât friends?â
âyou followed me home, i didnât consent.â
ââfollowed youâ?â you pout. âwe live on the same road, naturally weâd walk home together,â
he doesnât respond, just flips to the next page in his book
âdo you have volleyball club today~?â
ignored.Â
lol
she stays strong!! she doesnât give up in the face of adversity!!!
âyou donât have to answer, i already know you do.â you chirp. âitâs boring walking home without you... maybe iâll come with you today~!â
itâs like talking to a wall
(a very cute, 190cm, blonde, glasses-wearing wall.)
(đ„°)
instead of responding, he puts his headphones on and keeps readingÂ
a small exhale escapes your lips, and one of the girls in the next row over leans towards you
ây/n... i think itâs a lost cause...â
âheâll come around eventually,â 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??? thatâs some instant death shit
âmove.â
âi like being this close to you though,â you tease
and he rolls his eyes, standing up and heading for the exit of the classroom
the shock in the classroom â that youâre still ALIVE â is clear
your friend from before gapesÂ
ây-y/n what are you playing at??â
âcourtship,â you sigh dramatically, and hop to your feet to chase after the blonde monster
âtsukki~!! are you getting lunch?? wait for me~!!â
everyone on the first floor knows: itâs become the norm to see tsukishima, book in hand, headphones around neck, and followed by a chirpy pipsqueakÂ
even yamaguchi doesnât stick as closely to him as âtsukishimaâs lapdogâ (as youâve started being called by the fellow first years) does
the nickname doesnât really bother you
after all, itâs 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 practicesÂ
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 canât rly be ... three managers... so you suggested retrieving balls or being tsukkiâs personal assistant
he saw right through you <3Â
but itâs ok bc he thought it would be entertaining and agreed
tsukki: angy
even when heâs annoyed heâs cute tho <33 and you make sure to tell him that <333
and so! you get tsukkiâs water, towels, etc etc (ofc u help other ppl too when they need it but thtâs what the two managers r for... tsukki is ur #1)
the other players are like 0.0 sheâs kinda scary... but cute at the same time doe...Â
one day youâre in a particularly good mood (aka: a bad day for tsukki lol)
âtsukki~!â
âdonât call me that.â
âi want to tell you something,â
the whole gym is kinda just đïžđđïž waiting to see what happens
âwhat? i need to change, hurry it up.â
ur inner monologue: kdNNN even when heâs mean heâs cute!!!!
but anyways:
âi like you,â
hinata, kageyama, tanaka, noya, literally everyone:Â đłđš mf whatâ
sugawaraâs like âoh god heâs just reject her and crush her heart... right in front of EVERYONEââ
ânot interested.â tsukki says, and his tone isnât any less cold than usual
u kno that anime lightning effect when the characterâs body is joLtED...
thtâs everyone else in the gym
tanaka and nishinoya are highkey ready to let you cry into their jerseys whenâ
you laugh
you right after being mercilessly rejected:Â đ„°
you canât help it !!!!! itâs not discouraging you ok??? you alr knew what heâd say!!! but you had to tell him <3 canât let him forget tht heâs the âšlove of your lifeâš
entire gym: s h o o k
âdid she just l a u g h??â
âis she okay?? no srslyâ
âwhat... just happenedâ
tsukki walks off, water bottle in hand
you follow after him, bouncing on the soles of your feetÂ
âdonât forget your towel~! want me to wipe off your sweat~?â
âno thanks.â
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
âshE LAUGHED WHEN U REJECTED HER??? IS SHE OK???â
âshe confesses to me every week. sheâll do it again. itâs not that big of a deal.â
ânot thAT BIGâ can u imagine if kiyoko liked us that much.... â
(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 itâs ânot interestedâ and more just â*sigh*â
is this... PROGRESS???
but the zero braincell triad cornered him again in the locker room one dayÂ
(itâs their trademark)
(nishinoya) âso why do you keep rejecting her??â
(hinata popping in) âyea sheâs super dedicated and helpful!!!â
(tanaka lowkey shuddering) âsheâd probably let herself get hit in the face w a volleyball if u askedâ
(and tanaka would be: correct)
(but anyway)
âshe was annoying,â
âshe... âwasâ annoying???â
â... she IS annoyingâ
âtsukki... do you possibly like her??? but youâve gotten so used to rejecting her that itâs automatic now??â
tsukkiâs like V.V
âyouâre reading too much into it,â
sage!nishinoya is about to probe deeper but at that moment you pop your head around the corner of the locker room and shout
âtSUKKI~!!!â
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 yâall set up with a practice match !!
with who?? nekoma!!!
hinata is like đ€©đ€© kENMA!!
only players and members of the club are supposed to go rly....
but youâre like â??? iâm tsukkiâs personal assistant are you trying to take away my rights??? iâll sue youâ and coach ukai gives in sdjfkf
âtsukki can i sit with you~?â
yamaguchi about to sit there: đïžđđïž bruh
tsukki doesnât say yes but he also doesnât say no :D
 âwhatâre you reading?â
âenglish book,â
youâre like: waitâ mf hold up... did he actually just answer ??
tsukki simp mode: ACTIVATED
âcan i see??â
âyouâre failing english, you wonât be able to read it.â
âouch,â you pout, but thereâs a small smile on your lips. âbut howâd you know i was failing english?â
he doesnât respond
âi guess it is unfair that i know everything about you and you donât know anything about me...â you sigh
âyou donât know everything about me,â he retorts, still not looking up from his book
hehe~ gotcha
âoh? test me,â you grin, scooting closer to him
âdonât wanna.â
âyouâre just scared i do know everything,â you say smugly, trying to bait him
âbet you donât know everything about me!!!â hinata pops up from the seat in front of you
âyouâre right, i donât,âÂ
(he pouts and disappears again)
âtsukki~â you whine. âtsukkiiiii~ iâm bored.â
âso?â
âcan i wear your headphones?â
âno thanks. i donât wanna get headlice.â
you scowl. âmean,â
you bite your cheek, staring a hole in the side of his head but he doesnât even blink
if tsukki could major in ignoring you people, heâd have straight Aâs
fortunately, you have ways to counter this
âkei~~â 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 canât help it
glaring at you, he pulls his headphones off his head and puts them on yours
ânow be quiet,â
âmm~â 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
âhey four-eyesâ whoâs this?â
tsukki glances down at you, to which you shoot him a sugary smile
âdunno,â he says, and walks off
you wave to kuroo with a sunny grin
âiâm y/n~! iâm tsukkiâs personal assistant and future wife~â
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
youâre about to make a beeline for tsukki, when someone calling your name stops you
ây/n! wanna get me some water?â 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 youâ
ây/n! can you wipe the sweat off my neck?â
âhey, y/n, get me some water~â
ây/n!â
ây/n, over here!â
and by the time the several hours is over, you havenât gotten to speak to tsukki once đ„ș snnff :(
when you finally get a free moment, you look around for him, but heâs nowhere to be found
sad face :(
and then !!!! turns out nekoma paid for bbq for everyone đ€©đ€© cats are so generous
and somehow??? you find yourself surrounded by nekoma players???
âhere y/n, want some of my bbq?â
âno, take mine!!!â
âdo you want any fruit?? i have some!!â
âyou were so helpful today!! howâd you stay so energetic the whole time??â
you flash a smile, ready to charm the shit out of them, when a voice interrupts:
"hey, personal assistant.â
your eyes light up, bc youâd recognize that salty ass voice anywhere!!!
the guys around you part to revealâ
âtsukki!!!â you squeal, maybe a little too excitedly
âarenât you supposed to be assisting me?? get me some food.â
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
âeat up! you worked hard today~â
he eyes you silently before digging in, and you smile absentmindedly while watching him
âwhy are you staring at me like that?â
âbecause i like you,â you respond without hesitation
he averts his eyes, but doesnât say anything meanÂ
your stomach flips a littleÂ
iâm coming for you, tsukishima kei.
on the ride home, youâre once again sitting next to him, and he gives up his headphones without a fight this time
youâre so tired from running around helping kuroo all day that you find your eyelids getting heavy as tsukkiâs music plays in your ears
you try to subtly lean on his shoulder but he pokes you awayÂ
you glare at him, pouting, but settle for leaning against the headrest
and then, youâre drifting off
..
and youâre having a strange dream
a pleasant dream, with fuzzy corners and honey-colored light streaming across the scene, but still strange
in this dream, heâs kissing you
itâs not like you havenât had dreams like this before, itâs 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, whenâ
âyouâre drooling.â
your eyes snap open and you jolt up, furiously wiping the side of your mouth
âam not!!â
tsukishima blinks uninterestedly from the empty bus aisle, arms crossed
âdreaming about something vulgar?â
you grin, resting your chin on your palm
âwould you like to hear abâ?â
heâs just ânope,â and turns towards the exit
hopping out of the seat, you follow him
âit was such a nice dream,â you sigh
âmustâve been, if you were drooling that much.â
âi was notââ
and then you notice something
everyone else is already gone from the bus
âwait a minute... did you wait for me?â
you hear a scoff
bUt hE dOEsNt DeNy iT
âyou WAITED for me!!!!â you exclaim, happiness radiating off you in waves
âif iâd left you on the bus, nishinoya and tanaka wouldâve killed me if i didnât,â he says curtly
but you are, after all, the human equivalent of âthis sign canât stop me because i canât readâ
or that tiktok trendÂ
tsukishima: i donât like you, i only waited for you because i was literally forced at gunpointÂ
y/n: đ¶i waited for youđ¶
the next day, itâs practice as usual at the karasuno gym
but?? sniff sniff someone is here that shouldnât be
this rando first year has been pacing around right outside the gym entrance
and all the vbc members are like đïž 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
ây/n, umâ i, i know you donât know me but iâve liked you since the orientation ceremony!!! i think youâre really pretty and cute and smartââ
cue a quiet scoff from tsukki, âif sheâs his definition of smart, then how dumb is he?â
cue sugawara jabbing his side (sugamama is protective of his child y/n)Â Â
ââand i know you like tsukishima, but i hope youâll give me a chance!! i can make you happier than him!!â
at this point, everyone in the gym is watching like đïž oh?? TEA??Â
and is that... is that an aura of raging irritation coming from tsukishima??Â
you open your mouth to politely reject the guy, when
literally out of nowhere tsukki just a p p e a r s
âhey, idiot. arenât you supposed to be my personal assistant?? go set out the volleyballs instead of flirting,â
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
âdoesnât he seem like heâs in a bad mood??â
zero braincell tanaka is like â??? isnât he always like that??â
âno... something is definitely off today...â
what . could it be . i wonder .
every time you try to do your usual âtsukki~!!â he just turns away and ignores you
doesnât sound too out of the ordinary, but you can just tell something is wrong
you still have no idea why heâs acting like this by the time practice ends
and when you go to the locker room to find him (so yâall can walk home together), heâs already gone :(
so, a little more droopy than usual, you head out
only to be surprised by a voice when you step outside
âtook you long enough,â
you whip around to see tsukki leaning against the wall with crossed arms
he clicks his tongue and then sets off
and when you donât immediately follow him, he glances over his shoulder
âare you coming or not?â
sdjfksjsdkjfsdjf smmpdfhsdf !!!!!!!
itâs just one sentence, and it doesnât really mean anything
but hearing the words makes something incredibly warm bloom in your chest
you grin
âof course i am,â
that feeling lasts well into the next morning, but is replaced by a nauseating knot in your stomach when you arrive at school
because everyoneâs whispering about one thing:
âtsukishima got called to the principalâs office!!!â
âwhaaat ! why??â
âi heard he was caught with the answers for the upcoming exam!!â
your stomach . clenches
and before anybody can say another word, youâre sweeping out the door and down the hall
and in less than 30 seconds, youâre slamming open the door to the principalâs office
the principal and tsukki both look up, equally shocked at your sudden appearance
ây/n, whatââ
you ignore him for the first time in your life
âsir, i need to tell you something.â
the principal is just like â... ?? can it wait??â
âno, it canât.â you take several steps forward âthe test answers, theyââ
ây/n, donâtââ
you ignore him for the second time in your life again
âtheyâre mine,â
the principal blinksÂ
âthen why was tsukishima found holding them before class??â
âyesterday, they mustâve fallen out of my backpack. he probably picked them up without knowing what they were, so please donât punish him,â you bow. âpunish me instead,â
.. y/n dumb bitch
yea, youâre suspended for two weeks
and ofc thereâll be a mark on your record
plus youâre automatically given a fail for the upcoming exam so youâll have to retake it later oof....
but as much as all that sucks, you donât regret it bc youâd rather take the fall than let tsukki be wrongly accused and suffer for it
but honestly the break from school is kinda vibes đ„Ž
donât even think about the homework youâll have to make up
your phone is blowing up with texts from your friends
including your surrogate dads and moms from the karasuno vbcÂ đ€§ theyâre so worried about you
youâre sad you have to miss practice for such a long time but... you donât regret your decision
ây/n!!â your little sister knocks on your door âone of your classmates is here for you,â
ââkay!!â you call back, checking the time
shidt bitch time flies when youâre 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.OÂ
âtsukki??? what are you doing here??â you grin âare you here because youâre worrââ
âno,â he cuts you off âiâm here to deliver your homework,â
âyou couldâve given it to my sister, yâknow,â you tease. âwhyâd you come all the way to my bedroom?? you missed me, hm?â
he doesnât answer, instead surveying the room before sitting down on the edge of your bed
you blink, surprised he didnât comeback with a cold retort
âtsukki?â you ask quietly, sliding into your desk chair
after a moment of silence, he fixes you with a stoic gaze
âwhyâd you lie?â
âbecause... because i couldnât let you take the blame for that. i donât know what happened, but i know you werenât cheating. i know it.â
âneither were you. whatâs the difference?â
you press your lips together in a frustrated pout
âthe difference is that itâs you!!! iâm mediocre. iâm not outstanding. iâll go to an average college either way, and itâll be fine. but you..! youâre 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 transcriptââ
ây/nââ he tries to cut in, but you bulldoze right over him
ââ and i know you probably think what i did was useless and unhelpful, but i donât care!!! i donât care about a mark on my transcript, or being suspended, or failing all my exams, or even being expelledââ
ây/nââ
ââ but i absolutely refuse to let that happen to you!! youâre too special forââ
this time, itâs not him speaking that interrupts you
this time, itâs him kissing you
you nearly combust on the spot
tsukkiâ tsukishima kei is kissing you
heâs leaning over you, with one hand on the chairâs armrest and the other steadying your head with his fingertips
your stomach does several full somersaultsÂ
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
âwâ what wasâ why didââ
âyou wouldnât stop talking,â he mutters, eyes focused a little too hard on the wall
for a moment, youâre too shocked to move
and then your đ„°tsukkiđ„° mode activates
and you just fuckin LUNGE at him
ây/n??? whatâ!â
kisses!!! kisses on his cheeks!! his nose!!! his forehead!!!
and shockingly he doesnât?? push you off??
me heart just skipped a beat wjdkfjs
heâs just like ây/n, youâre fogging up my glasses, please stop,â
âi refuse!!!! iâve been waiting months to do this!!!!!â
once he manages to de-suction you from him, you fix him with doe eyes and a cheeky grin
âhey, tsukki??â
â.. what?â
âi like you,â
he blinks
adjusts his glasses
âmake sure to finish that homework. iâm bringing tomorrowâs homework too,â
as heâs 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 youâd be following right along behind him
but instead???
you were koala-ing on his abdomen
âbro... did you carry her all the way here like that??â
âthe real question is why he allowed it,â
you shoot a blinding grin at the guysÂ
âhe can at least do this much for his girlfriend~!â
the entire gym is like WhA T !!!!!Â
âhE SAID YES???â
ânope,â
âhe... asked you out?? then??â
âalso no...âÂ
âdid he at least tell you he liked you...?â
â...â
âNISHINOYA STOP SHEâS TEARING UP,â sugamama to the rescue
you let go of tsukki and half the team goes IN on him
âdude wtf!!! she got suspended for you and you didnât even at least tell her you like her???â
ânot just suspended, almost expelled!!!â
âyeah that!!!â
âi say we kill tsukki,â
âtanaka no,â
âGUYS!!â angry!daichi makes an appearance âitâs time for practice!!!â
grumbling, the team disperses
youâre about to head to the store room to help get out the practice equipment, whenâ
ây/n.â
you turn âhm?â
heâs silent for a moment
âi wouldnât have kissed you if i didnât like you.â
your face flushes a deep red
but then he adds, âeither time.â
either...? time...?
W A I T
your eyes POP OUT
âthatâ that wasnât a DREAM???â
he doesnât answer, just heads onto the court
but you think you see a slight smirk
and maybe... just maybe??Â
his ears are a little more red than usual.
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Of Fathers and Grandfathers
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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 canât 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, âgood morning, master.â before they disappear out of his sight.
Itâs 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, Anakinâs voice echoing in the back of his head.
âObi-Wan!â 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.
âHappy fatherâs day, Obi-Wan,â he mutters into the crook of his neck.
Obi-Wan plants his left hand in Anakinâs soft curls, enjoying the pressure of his padawanâs body so firmly against his. Itâs 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 heâs grown to be taller than him. Itâs 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-Wanâs 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 doesnât mention it. âThank you, padawan.â
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.
âNot that I donât enjoy hugging you, but is there a reason you sought me out?â
Anakin untangles himself from Obi-Wanâs arms and steps back, a broad smile on his face. âOh yeah. You havenât had breakfast yet, right?â
Obi-Wan shakes his head. âI have not,â he says, raising a brow at the taller man.
âGood,â Anakin says then, grabbing a hold of his arm. âCome with me.â
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 Anakinâs walking speed.
âWhatâs this about?â he asks his former padawan, his voice betraying his bewilderment at Anakin. âSurely whatever it is itâs so urgent we have to run down people in the temple to get there.â
Anakin flashes him a toothy grin, gripping his arm tighter. âItâs a surprise.â
âYour surprises never bode well,â Obi-Wan says. âCertainly 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?â
âYou said you were thankful!â
âI 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?â
âIâm sorry, okay? I promise this surprise is a good one.â
âIt better be. Iâd rather not be left to clean up one of your messes again.â
Anakin rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile. âAre you done scolding me now?â
Obi-Wan sighs. âI suppose I am.â
âGood. Because weâre here.â
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. Itâs 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 theyâre 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 Anakinâs antics at this point.
They come to a sudden stop by a picnic table farther in the garden, Obi-Wan nearly crashing into Anakinâs back. When Obi-Wan sees whoâs sitting at the table though, his face breaks into a smile.
âHello.â
âGrandpa Obi-Wan!â 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 âgrandpaâ or âold manâ despite being about the same age as him.
Itâs not that he minds the twins calling him that. Thereâs something gratifying with being able to call them his grandchildren. Even at only forty-two standard years old. Theyâre a family of sorts. With him, and Anakin, and Ahsoka, and PadmĂ©, and the twins.
PadmĂ© smiles up at him, adjusting her hold on Leia in her lap. âPlease sit down, Obi-Wan. Weâve been waiting for you.â
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 boyâs hair. Luke giggles as he tries to wriggle away from his fatherâs hand, nestling into Obi-Wanâs tunic.
âWe hope youâre up for breakfast,â PadmĂ© says as she places a plate down in front of him.
âHow could I say no?â 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.
âIâm starving,â he says as he stuffs his mouth.
âAnakin!â Obi-Wan scolds him. âManners!â
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.
âHello!â Rings a voice not too far away. âSorry Iâm late.â Ahsoka sits down next to PadmĂ© and starts helping herself to food as well. âI was just giving my gift to Master Plo.â
âIâm sure he loved it,â Obi-Wan tells her.
She beams at him. âHe did! He also asked me to wish you a happy fatherâs day.â She looks between him and Anakin. âBoth of you.â
Anakin practically jumps next to him then. âOh! Oh! Ahsoka! Do you have the gift?â
Ahsokaâs 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.
âHappy fatherâs day, Obi-Wan!â Ahsoka exclaims. âOpen it!â
Obi-Wan looks down at the box in his hand. âYou really didnât have toââ
âjust open it, old man!â 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 Lukeâs curious fingers away from it.
âGALAXYâS BEST DADâ in bold, black letters stares back at him. It takes a moment before it hits him. His mouth falls open in a quiet, soft, âOhâŠâ
Anakin and Ahsoka look at him curiously. Their force signatures buzzing with anticipation. Like small younglings, the both of them. âDo you like it?â Anakin asks.
âIâŠâ Obi-Wan swallows thickly, finding his voice tight in his throat. He looks up at them with a soft expression on his face. âThank you,â he whispers, looking back at the mug in his hand.
Itâs such a small, silly thing. Shops on every planet probably have these stocked in plentitude. Heâs 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.
âCareful, little one,â Obi-Wan tells him, quickly placing his hand under in case he drops it.
âHey, Luke!â PadmĂ© 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 PadmĂ© gives Luke some stuffed animal sheâs fished out for him. âThere you go.â
Obi-Wan mutters a quiet âthank youâ 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 Leiaâs 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. âWhatâs this, love?â 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 heâs theyâre both holding lightsabers, both of them blue, on a green planet that reminds him of Naboo. The one signed Leia, in slightly neater writing, theyâre 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 didnât help that he had grown up as a slave and just didnât 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 hasnât eaten in days, with Obi-Wan halfheartedly scolding him for his lack of table manners. In reality he doesnât really care. Itâs not every day he gets to enjoy time with his family like this, all of them together. The war, even if itâs long over by this point, still requires cleanup. This is only a moment of respite before heâs undoubtedly put back on duty.
He just wished Anakin and Ahsokaâs padawan years werenât tainted by war, but he supposes his were as well.
He wonât let Luke and Leiaâs childhood be taken away by war and suffering. Itâs the least he could do for them.
âCome on, letâs take a picture,â PadmĂ© says. âAll of you. You too Ahsoka.â
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 itâs 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.
âIs there anything you wish to say, Anakin?â
Anakin glances up at him for a moment. âI know we havenât exactly got to celebrate much these past years, or any years for that matter.â
âI assure you I really donât mindââ
âI guess what Iâm trying to say is that I want you to know that you do mean a lot to me,â he says, disregarding Obi-Wanâs comment entirely. âYouâve made me the person I am today and I am eternally grateful for everything youâve sacrificed for mine - and Ahsokaâs sake. I know itâs 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. Iâve 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 Iâve been seeing said I should tell you too, so thereâs that.â
âIâm grateful to have you as my grand-master. Youâve been an excellent teacher and father. I canât imagine being anyone elseâs grand-padawan,â Ahsoka adds.
Obi-Wanâs 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.
âOh,â he says, voice breaking pitifully. âWhat have I done to deserve such good padawans?â he asks, fully aware of the tears soaking into his beard. He pulls them both into a hug, holding them against his body. âIâd do anything for you, you understand. Iâd walk to the ends of the galaxy if it meant you would be happy and well. Iâd do it all over again if I had to. All of it. I wouldnât change a thing.â
He feels Anakin nod into his shoulder. âI know,â he mumbles, muffled by the fabric of his tunic.
Something about the statement does something to him. Just the simple âI knowâ alone. Just Anakin understanding him so - so wholly and fully. The other half to his whole, for gods know how long.
âIf Qui-Gon could see you now heâd be so proud of you, I know it.â
And maybe itâs the fact that Obi-Wan always craved Qui-Gonâs validation. That he never really stopped wanting it, even after he became one with the force. Or maybe itâs something else entirely. Something thatâs been building up in him for a long time now. Or maybe itâs 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 Anakinâs tunic in salty tears. Pitiful sobs muffled by the soft fabric. Ahsoka seems to hug him tighter as his body wracks with sobs. Itâs truly a pitiful and humiliating sight, but he feels safe in Anakin and Ahsokaâs arms. Safe and loved.
âI miss him.â
âI know. Itâs okay.â
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-Wanâs sobs subside into sniffles and small gasps he feels lighter than he has in a long time. And even then they donât let him go. Remaining a steadfast pillar for him to lean on.
This is what love is, he thinks. This right here. And heâs neck deep in it. Practically swimming in it.
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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?"
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The Wedding

In which you and Fred finally tie the knot, but not before some nerves get in the way.đ
Summary: Fred Weasley x Reader get married Word Count: 2908 Note: I was reluctant to post this as Chapter 1 didnât seem too well received. I welcome feedback and constructive advice!
You stirred as you started to wake up. Your head on your fianceâs chest, limbs entangled. You breathed in Fredâs 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 âholy crap Iâm going to be married to this manâ hadnât quite fully set in. As if hearing your thoughts, Fred stirred.
âMorning beautiful.â
âHi Freddieâ, you grinned ear to ear.
He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. âWhatâs got you so excited this morning love?â
âNothing in particular, Freddie. Just waking up with you is all.â
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. âI love you so much, doll.â
You straddled his lap to adjust to him sitting, not in a peculiar way, just becoming comfortable. âI love you, Freddie.â 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 youâd 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.
âWhatâs it matter if the flowers are peach rose or beach rose?â Fred asked with a groan. It had been a long day.
âElegance!â Fleur exclaimed, seemingly floating across the room with her clipboard.
going between various boards with information around the room.
âThat⊠and, Freddie, you of all people should know that the pinkist, peachiest roses are my favorite.â
âI do, love. This is all just stressful.â
âThat it is.â chimed Ginny, who had married Harry just two years earlier. âHow much is left to do?â
âWell I think-â you had started to say when Fleur piped up from her clipboard.
âFinalising the flower arrangements, the seating chart, and arranging for a photographer⊠oh and the cake!â 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. âReady for bed, love?â
âAbsolutely!â 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.
âAre you nervous?â Hermione asked from above her teacup, perched on the couch across from you in the living room.
âIâm 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. Iâve known him for ten years, and thereâs no one else Iâd rather spend the rest of my life with.â
You thought Fleur was just about to fall out of her chair. âMon dieu! Nothing goes wrong at a wedding I plan....â she trailed off, remembering her own wedding. âDo you think anything will change between you two, in the relationship?â She had collected herself and was gazing into her tea, as if the leaves had just told her some terrible news.
âI mean, I donât 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 âI doâ?â you chuckled at your own remark. âFreddie and I love each other, and I donât think our almost ten year relationship can get any stronger. We can be married with no trouble at all.â
âExactly. Itâs been just over a year for me and Ron, and if anything, we are more in love than before.â Hermione added.
Fleur huffed so low you almost didnât hear it. âJust be careful.â
With that the three of you retreated to your rooms, ready for the day ahead.
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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 âpreparationsâ. 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.Â
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Fred and the others hadnât woken up until around nine, as there wasnât 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.
âIâm bloody terrified, mate.â 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 heâd never seen emotions like this from Fred. âYou arenât having second thoughts are you? I canât imagine you are.â
âWhat? Bloody hell George of course not. But what if Iâm not good enough.â
âWhat in the world do you mean Fred?â
âI mean sure we were cute in Hogwarts, and even past that, but what if thatâs all we are? Some teen romance thatâs living on borrowed time? What if we get a month into this and realise weâve been living some kind of pipe dream and we arenât equipped for marriage?â Fred was sobbing at this point, something very unusual. Bill, Ron, and Charlie rushed upstairs at the sound, knowing a problem calling for a brotherâs understanding needed to be solved.
âFred, donât talk like that. Look at any of us and youâll 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.â Bill chimed in from the back.
âI canât exactly relate here, but even I know you sound crazy⊠more than usual.â Charlie added from next to Bill.
The four of them stared at Fred, who had collected himself. âI know that, and I know Iâm being irrational. I just want the best for her⊠for us.â
âOf course you do, mate.â Ron chimed in. âAnd you know what? When you start thinking like that, in terms of âusâ, thatâs how you know youâre ready.â George and Bill gave nods of approval at his remark.
âAlrighty then. Well in that case, we have a wedding to get to!â Fred stood up from the bed, seemingly renewed, as he darted out the door.
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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 couldnât 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 wasnât 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.
âHi.â you whispered at Fred, so low that not even the officiant had heard. You handed your bouquet to Fleur and took Fredâs hands.
âHi yourself, gorgeous.â 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.Â
âDearly belovedâŠâ the officiant began; you and Fred never leaving each otherâs gaze. After a few moments, âit 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.â
You took a deep, shaky breath, Fred smiling down at you as you began. âFred,â you got the one word out when your voice broke and the tears began to fall. You giggled, as it was almost comical. âFred, my love, my rock, my angel.â now he was crying. âFrom the moment I first saw you, I knew you were the one for me. Your kindness, wit, and damn... that smile, Iâve loved you since day one. I have loved the same man since I was fourteen, and now Iâm here today marrying him. It was said to me by a friend that Iâd know I truly wanted to spend forever with you once weâd been through hell and back together. Fred, weâve been through more than most together, only growing stronger. Youâve 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, youâve been the most amazing person Iâve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You have an affect on me I canât explain. Fred, you make me a kinder, gentler person, my equalizing force. Bloody hell, youâve got me up here pouring my heart out in front of our family, you bloke. Weâve had quite the time together, I canât wait to continue this wonderful journey. I love you Fred, more than anything, therefore I pledge my faith to thee.â 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 âI love youâ at you.
âAnd now for the vows prepared by Mr. Weasley.â
âY/n, you are by far the most gorgeous, kind, smart, caring, witty, and did I mention beautiful, person Iâve ever had the grace to know. You, quite literally, came tumbling into my life, and damn if it didnât make it better by tenfold. You are truly a force of nature, my dear. Through our ups and downs youâve 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 âcan I kiss you?â and your reply was a simple âwell Iâve been waiting for a month, Fred.â as you pulled me in yourself. Itâs that drive, that conviction, and the undying love that stems from it, that has kept me around all these years. It also doesnât hurt that youâre bloody stunning. George said to me the day after we met, âI have a good feeling about her mate, better keep her around.â and damn if he wasnât right. Youâve 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.â He was grinning, and still crying, as were you. You were impressed with the poignant literary skills your husband had brandished.
âAnd now for the rings.â The rings floated in, enchanted by one of the Weasleys. âMiss y/n will begin.â
âFred, 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.â You slipped the ring onto his finger.
âY/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.â He slipped the ring onto your finger, giving your hand a kiss.
âI now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Weasley, you may now kiss your bride.â
His arms wrapped around your waist as he dipped you both and brought you into the most loving, meaningful kiss youâd shared. The moment could have lasted a lifetime, neither of you wanted to break. He pulled his lips away slightly. âI love you, y/nâ, before you both resumed your standing positions. Fleur returned your bouquet as you and Fred stood forward and clasped hands.
âLadies and gentlemen, I now present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Weasley!â
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.
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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 otherâs company before your night was focused on the party and your guests.
âWeâre married now, love.â Fred was once again fighting back tears as you both sat on the bed. âIâve wanted to call you mine, officially, since fourth year, and look at us now⊠Mrs. Weasley.â The word sounded like pure honey coming off his tongue.
âI love you, Freddie, I canât wait to begin this new chapter with you⊠Mr. Weasley.â 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 otherâs eyes for a moment, the same thoughts seeming to run through your heads. You rested your head on Fredâs chest. He kissed your forehead before setting his chin down on your head. The moment lasted forever, you both finding solace in the otherâs 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.
âHey, y/n?â
âHmm?â You said, now fiddling with his bowtie.
âAs much as I want to absolutely ravish you, that should wait for tonight. We have a party to attend, youâll never believe who the guests of honour are.â You huffed, genuinely disappointed. âI knowwwwâ, 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.
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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 YOUâVE CHOSEN DEATH. Placed under the cut because this is long. Seriously. Iâve broken the headcanons into sections. Some 5.3 spoilers under the birth section due to mentions of a certain someone.Â
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 theyâre 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 theyâd already discussed having children.
Having a baby was on their âto-doâ 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 isnât even surprised. Sheâs 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.Â
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 heâs working.
Alphinaud planned for this but he still canât 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 âah- I should be careful from now on, Iâm sorry!â
They tell the scions and they celebrate the news together. Krile offers to personally monitor Illyaâs condition and Tataru wonât stop crying throughout the party.Â
Illya travels back to the First and announces the news to her and Alphinaudâs friends of Norvrandt. Chai Nuzz was fortunate enough to stop his wife from crushing Illya in a hug by reminding her that sheâs carrying a child. Dulia Chai is quickly reduced to tears when Illya gives her a handwritten letter from Alphinaud asking her to be the babyâs 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 Illyaâs 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 babyâs big sister, to which Illya of course agrees.Â
Though unfortunately, Krile asks Illya to refrain from traveling back to the first anymore especially during her late stages of pregnancy. They donât 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.Â
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 canât 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 heâs 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. Sheâs 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 Alphinaudâs 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 arenât working, theyâre actively preparing for the babyâs 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 doesnât listen to Illyaâs scoldings. Surely a ceiling high worth of diaper packs isnât enough.Â
Illyaâs a lot more picky about her diet and the 9 months sheâs 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. Sheâll swear upon her life that it tasted good to her at the time.Â
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 babyâs 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.Â
Alphinaud and Illya do A LOT of reading to prepare themselves, theyâd often pour through hours and hours worth of information in order to educate themselves on what is best for their baby.Â
Alphinaud loves pressing his ear against Illyaâs 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 Alphinaudâs head against her belly and her hand brushing his hair.Â
Illya also sings lullabies to her tummy a lot, which inevitably ends with Alphinaud falling asleep on her lap. If she isnât singing to her tummy, sheâs humming while doing something else like knitting or reading.Â
Illya takes a lot of walks and makes it a point to do light exercises even while pregnant. She was told that itâs 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 doesnât always listen.Â
The babyâs 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. âNo, no. Itâs okay. I just.. felt a little nudge.â Alphinaud drops to a knee and immediately presses his hand against her belly to feel yet another kick. And to say heâs over the moon would be an understatement. He scoops Illya up and kisses her forehead.
Word about the warrior of lightâs 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 itâs 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.Â
Alisaie often stops by to accompany Illya. âAccompanyâ is just another word for babysitting, really. Alphinaud expresses worry for Illyaâs insistence to keep working even while working and for once, Alisaie completely agrees with her brother. Illyaâs not even allowed to hold a broom while Alisaieâs 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 womanâs watch. Usually when he meets Illya, sheâs in a full suit of armor.Â
Melkoko drops off lunchboxes on the front door and doesnât extend her visit much out of fear of bothering Illyaâs rest. Illya goes to visit Leveva, who unsurprisingly already foretold of Illyaâs pregnancy and congratulates her by giving her a set of supplements sheâd prepared before hand. Sylphie and Getty surround Illya and begin to bombard her with questions when she visits them at the conjurerâs guild. Redolent rose is too busy to visit Illya, but has his best set of baby sized berets sent over to her home.Â
PLOT TWIST
When it came time to ask about the babyâs gender, they were about to go visit the chirurgeon when Krile stops them and notes that... thereâs two separate aetheric bodies in Illyaâs belly.
Yâshtola and the chirurgeon confirms it - theyâre having twins. A boy and a girl.
Alphinaudâs panicking because he thinks the supplies he bought isnât 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.
Illyaâs belly really starts to expand and feels heavy as a result of her carrying twins and itâs difficult even for a workaholic for her to bring herself to walk for long periods. Sheâs 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.Â
Illya has difficulty sleeping, and suffers from back pain and when the babies stretch, she also feels slight pain in her ribs and itâs led to a lot of late night moments of panic from Alphinaud. She assures him that sheâs 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.Â
They have a bit of trouble picking out names because they hadnât exactly expected to get twins. But they eventually settle for Ipheion and Eulalie Leveilleur, both named after flowers.
ITâS BIRTH TIME
Illyaâs water breaks while sheâs 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 heâs carrying Illya out to the garden but Illya can tell from his arms that heâs shaking. Alphinaudâs read about this about a hundred times already but he still canât shake how terrified he is now that heâs finally having to confront the process.Â
Alphinaud refuses to leave Illyaâs side for the entirety of her labor and even before that. By Krile and Alisaieâs request, he also calls them to inform them of Illya going into labour and they quickly rush over.Â
He holds Illyaâs hand and tells her that itâs okay and reassures her that sheâs doing well. Her labour pains last significantly longer due to having twins. Illyaâs 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 Illyaâs 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 canât bring himself to celebrate just yet. With his free hand, he continues holding Illya. By this point, theyâre both thoroughly exhausted and Alphinaudâs hand is numb from how Illya squeezes him but they press on until she finally delivers the girl.Â
Illya passes out for a brief moment but regains consciousness to find her two babies wrapped up in Alphinaudâs arms, and she canât help but to burst into tears. They each carry one, and Alphinaud is speechless. Heâs a man of much eloquence but even he canât describe the sheer joy of what heâs feeling at the moment.
Alisaie also begins crying when she sees the infants for the first time but sheâs not crying, she swears!! Krile checks on Illyaâs 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.Â
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. Yâshtola in particular notes that their aetheric bodies are healthy and also surprisingly stronger than most newborns sheâs seen. Gâraha 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 sheâs fully recovered - and she does mean fully. Itâs the first time Illya agrees to finish her archon loaf.Â
Alphinaud often falls asleep on the chair next to the bed with a baby against his chest.Â
When they finally get to go home with the babies, they are almost by their babiesâ sides 24/7.. not that it would be hard for them too especially with many sleepless nights and baby cries awaiting them.Â
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 babyâs 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.Â
Illya sews plushies of her twins and they now permanently reside next to plushie Illya and plushie Alphinaud
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A/N YOOO DAY 1 OF ADVENT This is based on a request for a Hermione x reader, where the reader is Ronâs twin sister and doesnât know that Ron has a crush on her. Itâs mostly real fluffy, and Iâm going to write a second chapter I think if people enjoy the character! :)Â
- 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 Ronâs Twin Sister!reader, fluff)
Y/N grabbed hold of Hermioneâs 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 âoccupiedâ, 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.
âWhere are you taking me?â Hermione hissed, her trademark nerves coming through on each word.
âJust lean into the surprise for once.â
âIâd rather not get caught out of bounds right as Dumbledore has returned to the castle.â
âOh come on, you know that heâd hardly give a tough punishment to anyone friends with Harry,â Y/N teased her. She wanted to give her a kiss on her forehead, watch Hermioneâs face relax at Y/Nâs 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 didnât remain in a crouched position. Hermione grumbled but didnât respond, and Y/N knew it was because she knew Dumbledore wouldnât ever really get them in trouble.
Eventually they reached the Great Hall, pausing momentarily to check that Ms. Norris wasnât prowling anywhere nearby, ready to sound the alarm to Filch.
âAll clear,â Y/N knocked her elbow lightly into Hermioneâs 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 Castleâs main view.
âIâm not sure if this is my ideal date night,â but Hermione was smiling as she spoke, making Y/N grin down at her in response.
âThatâs the point, Miss Granger, something you wouldnât expect,â Y/N slowed her steps so that she could hold Hermioneâs hand properly, âpromise itâs just a little bit further.â
Hermione nodded, looking down the sloping hills and towards Hagridâs hut.
âOk close your eyes for a sec,â Y/N beamed at Hermione, stepping in front of her to block her view.
âReally, Y/N?â
âCome on, let me have this one night,â Y/N pleaded, pouting.
âOk, ok,â Hermione laughed at the whine of Y/Nâs 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/Nâs 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/Nâs feet.
âFuck, yes!â Y/N exclaimed, realising after a moment that she would have startled Hermione.
âWhatâs going on?â She heard Hermione call, and spun around to see her moving down the hill towards Y/N, âDid you just yell?â
âYes sorry! I, uh, well surprise!â Y/N threw her hands out awkwardly, stepping aside so that Hermione could actually see what Y/N had set up for her.
âWhat is all this?â 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, Hermioneâs favourite.
âWell I know that we arenât like, official official since we havenât exactly told anyone,â Y/N laughed, and hoped it came across as easy going and not slightly nervous, âAnyway, I figured that wasnât any reason to not celebrate our 6 months.â
â6 months!â Hermione yelped, wheeling around to face Y/N, âOh my god I am so sorry I completely forgot, with everything going on I ââ
âItâs fine, honestly,â Y/N grinned at Hermioneâs now very flustered expression, âI didnât expect you to remember, thatâs why it was a surprise.â
âI really am sorry, I would have-â but she fell silent when Y/N leaned in and kissed her softly. Hermioneâs lips were soft and sometimes had the faint taste of ink to them.
âYouâve got to stop sucking the end of your quill,â Y/N snorted, pulling away and kissing her forehead. Hermione flushed, turning back towards the picnic blanket.
âI still canât believe you set this all up for me,â 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 itâs living situation was adequate or if Dumbledore needed to do some upkeep.
âWell I have to admit, Fred helped me with a bit of it â but I promise I didnât tell him about us, I just said it was for something,â Y/N explained as Hermione opened her mouth to protest.
âIâm sorry youâve had to hide this from your family, wouldnât you want to tell your mum at least?â 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/Nâs 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 theyâd woken up looped together in Y/Nâs bed in the early hours of the morning having fallen asleep.
That was their first kiss. And it still made Y/Nâs heart flutter even though she remembered the concurrent stomach ache she got when she felt Hermioneâs soft lips press against her own, Hermioneâs 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 wasnât the best time to bring it up to the family.
And it wasnât like Y/N hadnât 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/Nâs 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.
âItâs better this way, and anyway at least no one can use us against each other,â Y/N winked at Hermione who rolled her eyes whilst biting into another tart, âBut this is our anniversary, so less downer talk and more romance thanks.â
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.
âOk, come on we can go now,â Y/N had sidled over to her, leaning her arms back and against Hermioneâs thigh. Hermione jumped, turning back to Y/N.
âWhat, oh, sorry, I faded out again didnât I.â
âYeah,â Y/N laughed, âbut also I know if we spend too much time out late youâre going to start thinking about how many hours sleep youâre going to be able to get and then stress about being tired during class.â
âYou know me too well, Y/N,â Hermione smiled toothily, reaching out a hand to touch Y/Nâs forearm. She felt a jolt where Hermioneâs fingers sat, trailing up and down her arm.
âThank you, Y/N.â
âAnytime, lovely,â Y/N tried to keep her confident façade but felt her ears starting to burn red at Hermioneâs earnest gaze.
âNo, honestly, just, I know that we were both not exactly experience with the whole, kissing a girl thing, but I know Iâve been unsure and confused and just. Thank you.â
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/Nâs softly.
Y/N couldnât help but moan lightly as it flicked across her tongue again and she could feel Hermioneâs body moving closer to hers, making Y/N lean backwards and onto the blanket behind her so that Hermioneâs body was lying on top, her bushy hair falling over her face and onto Y/Nâs. Hermione pulled her closer, Y/N wrapping her hands around Hermioneâs waist to make it easier for them to be as close as possible. Feeling Hermioneâs 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.
âYou sure you want to go?â Y/N whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind Hermioneâs ear, which fell immediately back out and across her face.
âUnfortunately, yes, I will start stressing about my sleep schedule very soon,â Hermione laughed at Y/Nâs pout, âBut I can tell you I wish that I could stay longer.â
âThatâs all I need to hear.â
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/Nâs heart jump, praying that Fred hadnât done anything particularly annoying to her basket.
However, much to Y/Nâs 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.
âYour brothersâ may be a bit insane, but that is some beautiful magic,â Hermione looked impressed, watching them move slowly into different formations and lighting the area around the basket, like a soft torch.
âThey always mean well,â 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.
Hermioneâs hand stayed gripping onto Y/Nâs 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.
âOk well, goodnight,â Y/N sung Hermioneâs hand softly, looking up into her brown eyes.
âGood night, Y/N,â Hermioneâs expression was neutral but it felt like her eyes were staring into Y/Nâs soul, watching every movement she made. After a moment, Hermione leaned in, kissing Y/N softly on the lips and then the cheek.
âI know itâs weird that we have to like go from date to roommates, do you want me to like wait here orâŠ?â 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/Nâs whole body went rigid, arms tensing by their sides as she dropped Hermioneâs hand and spun around to see what had fallen.
âLumos!â 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.
âShit,â 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.
âWhat the fuck,â 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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jassiâs 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, itâs in my hands, along with volume 3!!
-so last chapter, i complained about ryujiâs 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 - itâs 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 âcanât you do anything without me?â 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 isnât there for ryujiâs awakening and is surprised to see that heâs a persona user.
-they have to be reminded of their goal to steal his treasure by morgana but given weâre barely a few pages in, they make their exit to the real world pretty quickly after.
-ryujiâs a lot more confident after awakening his persona - meanwhile cat!morgana turns up and claims heâd 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 didnât morgana just steal the treasure himself if thatâs so imperative.
-ryuji takes charge of the calling card - everybody thinks itâs a prank and it features his trademark crappy artwork but i do like how his wording âto the creepy bastard of lust, suguru kamoshidaâ. get âim ryuji.
-oh thereâs more -Â âwe 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 heartsâ
-akira must have helped with writing that lmao - that or ryujiâs a lot more well spoken than i thought.
-ann wonders if itâs 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, heâs 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 thereâs a funny exchange where ryuji is trying to explain how they have to go through a palace and sheâs like â...a palace? yeah, i can see that. itâs a castle. so what?â
-morgana already crushing on her but meanwhile sheâs just wondering how the hell that cat talked. thereâs a funny little callback to the âcastle vs palaceâ 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 heâs just like âweâll take care of kamoshidaâ - though to be fair, he does mention feeling bad about it.
-thereâs 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 sheâs 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.
-âthis is what itâs like for me every day.â
-i canât tell if this a first meeting between ann and shiho but it looks like theyâre 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?
-sheâs strapped to that crucifix looking thing - kamoshida grabs her face which just makes me shudder, and itâs mentioned she went back in and got ambushed by the cards. heâs 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 âinteresting new toy to play withâ and says how he likes seeing the looks of helpless frustration on people.
-he grabs annâs face AGAIN - asking what fun he can have with his new toy and cognitive ann makes her entrance basically saying that he canât let ann talk back to him like that.
-i know that cognition is more or less well explained but itâs still disgusting that kamoshidaâs 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 doesnât 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 âtake her placeâ and while itâs never outright said, iâm 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 theyâre nobodyâs slaves and neither is she, even before they become phantom thieves together, theyâre such good friends to her.
-annâs had about enough of everything and is getting pissed off - i think thereâs 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, sheâs 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.
-thereâs a panel where joker saves ann and theyâre like staring into each otherâs eyes, ryujiâs in the background being like âi helped too! whereâs my thanks?!â
-kamoshida drinks from his giant drink glass and heâs all healed up.
even though the book feels about the same size as volume 1, it feels like thereâs a whole lot more to go through with it, so iâll be tackling it in parts, i think. this volume doesnât even end with kamoshidaâs defeat, thatâs only about halfway through - and they still have time to introduce yusuke afterwards, though iâm 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 itâs just fun watching ryuji grow more confident in himself as a phantom thief!
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Born Again summary/recap
Do you wish you knew what was crazy about Born Again, but donât 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 âloverâ) is a detective. The woman refuses to marry him because sheâs afraid sheâs 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 itâs a great scene and is a nice way to symbolically demonstrate how deep their love is for each other. Too bad the writers apparently donât care about any of that âfated loversâ 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 doesnât 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 đ 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 killerâs son before, what a weird coincidence, and (2) this is just the beginning of one of this showâs trademark strategies: charactersâ actions donât need to make sense because theyâre crazy/psychotic/whatever BS the writers feel like. Like why does his father put the yellow umbrellas in his sonâs closet? No real reason, heâs 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 wonât stop. Nice little bit of foreshadowing there. Despite that, his son insists he wonât 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, heâs 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 (itâs kind of a Phantom of the Opera moment I guess).
Anyhoo, bookstore lady is dying and needs a heart transplant. But thereâs 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 (donât worry, no heart transplant happens, so the medical stuff doesnât matter (here and everywhere else)). And wouldnât 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 doesnât want her to die (I mean, he just killed someone for her, wouldnât 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 canât figure out why he would kill someone. He doesnât exactly explain things well, and she tells him heâs a beast who can never be reborn (too much to explain, it relates to previous conversations theyâve had). Sheâs called to court to testify about the murder she saw him commit. Heâs convicted of all crimes and sentenced to death. Btw the detective has been around this whole time being a supportive boyfriend cause heâs great and she finally agrees to marry him. She boards a train to the church where theyâre 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. Sheâs 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 heâs 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 donât 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 arenât endlessly confused. Tbh Iâm 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 didnât die, but did shortly thereafter. The detectiveâs body was thrown into the river for reasons??? I forget. Bookstore lady dies and written on her grave it asks for the detectiveâs body to be buried beside her when heâs found (đą). 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 sheâs pregnant with his (the actual serial killerâs) 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 Iâm not even going to get into) and actually people are waiting there to kill him. Though, they donât kill him there, they take him out on a boat because... theyâre 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 donât 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. Heâs the non-biological son of a prosecutor who happens to be friends with the old murdererâs lawyer and we find out later they conspired to have him killed. Anyways, the prosecutor (aka previously the detective, not med studentâs dad) meets forensics lady through work and they have some good romantic banter. Forensics lady meets the med student primarily because heâs in her class she teaches. Theyâre... friends? I mean she definitely sees him as a friend but heâs in love with her. Too bad sheâs in love with the prosecutor. But oh no, heâs engaged! His fiancĂ©e is a violinist, and Iâm gonna go ahead and skip to the fact that she is the daughter of the murdererâs lawyer and the serial killer and SHEâS a serial killer who is responsible for the modern day copycat crimes of the yellow umbrella murders. Sheâs 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 đ He breaks off his engagement with modern-day serial killer lady and he and forensics lady start dating.
Ugh okay Iâll talk about the med student. So he comes from a messed up family, his mom expects him to be a high achiever or heâs dead to her, his father thinks heâs a murderer, and his younger brother sucks for reasons Iâm 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 heâs 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 âsaveâ the med student from being a murderer and tells him she wonât judge him for his past but that sheâll 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. Hereâs a good place to mention that he super stalks her; heâs 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 sheâs at. Once she tells him that sheâs in love with the prosecutor, heâs 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 ladyâs 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 heâs happy sheâs alive? Anyways, she forgives him immediately and they drive home together. The forensics lady and the prosecutor start dating and itâs 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 fiancĂ©e. 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 sheâs 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 heâs even more obsessed with forensics lady. Heâs got a bullet in his brain though so heâs maybe gonna die soon. A whole bunch of nonsense happens and the prosecutor gets knocked out and when he wakes up heâs 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-fiancĂ©e did them, and she gets put in jail. Her mom is trying to get her out and whatevs I donât 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 sheâs like â... sorry dude, Iâm still hung up on my stalker.â Oh and turns out the detective caused her parentsâ 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 heâs like âpls kill me so I can donate my heart to herâ because thatâs 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 heâs killing himself (how... romantic?). She figures out what heâs 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 sheâs fine now.
Other fun details:
- Forensics ladyâs 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 thatâs a key reason why sheâs identified as the killer
- Both the murdererâs and detectiveâs 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 studentâs mom was artificially inseminated with a random sperm donor rather than the âgenius donorâ she thought??? So like that might related to why he looks like the old murderer??? Idk
- Oh yeah and the med studentâs dad was the prosecutor for the murdererâs case but knew he was wrongly convicted but wanted to cover it up so he conspired with the murdererâs lawyer to have him killed when he escaped from jail. So thatâs awkward cause now his son is the reborn murderer lolololol
Woohoo, that was fun. I probably got a few things wrong but itâs not like Iâm gonna go back and rewatch it so... oh well. Sorry this is long, but at least you donât have to spend 16 hours watching it!
#born again#kbs born again#kdrama#whyyyyyyy did I do this#I'll tell you: I was procrastinating#and also this show is so whack I was mentally processing everything that happened#like I'm astounded at how crazy the plot is#the actors and everything else about the show are fine#...but you can't save a show with a plot this bad#and the female lead.... :'(
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