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honeyhenry · 4 years ago

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Tiny Vol. 2: Kal + Will

you can read the first instalment of Tiny here!

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! All the love for our sweet bear and Henry of course! And baby Will my new fave 😍

Warnings: Premature labour, a LOT of fluff

as a family of three, you, Henry and Kal were the dream team

Kal had of course taken to you the moment you’d met him

a lot of the time Henry claimed you were more loving towards the big bear than him; “I’m your actual boyfriend, remember?”

Kal naturally being part of your inevitable wedding

hell, he was likely part of the proposal, as role of The Distractor, while Henry would wait on bended knee behind you

Kal knew that he didn’t have a place on the big kingsize bed, but that never stopped him from standing by the closed door of the bedroom whenever you and Henry were occupying it, waiting for either an invitation for cuddles, or for your day to start so he could have some company

and any available snacks, of course

On Henry’s birthday, just over a year into your marriage, you’d bribed the Akita with an extra large prime rib steak in the kitchen so that he could stay content downstairs, while you kept Henry more than content upstairs

It was only 3 weeks later that Kal started to press his large head onto your stomach

at first it was endearing, but over time he became persistent and Henry often had to get him to heel so that he would keep out of your way

it was only one missed period later that you realised your fluffy companion might have been onto something

with a fairly tame schedule for now, you and Henry had stopped “not trying” for a baby, deciding instead to just let it happen when it happened

and somehow Kal had been the first to find out that it had indeed, happened

over the next few weeks and months, it wasn’t just your large, concerned husband that was protective over you, but your bear of a dog too

by the time you were showing, Kal was in full guard dog form, growling at anyone who expressed any form of interest towards your growing belly

even Henry was on the receiving end of a warning growl now and then

but most of the time, Kal knew that Henry was likely safe, based on the look of love he often saw on his owner’s face towards you, and the special little moments his two humans have together with whatever is blooming within you

any strangers that get close to you would face the wrath of Kal because if whatever is happening gets this much love and attention, then it must be special to his Henry and his Mama

Kal hangs around you a lot, favouring you over Henry, especially in your last trimester

which makes Henry pout because damn it, Kal is taking his place most of the time

“Only because i’m carrying a little you.” you’d reassure your husband “he’ll be back to his Henry-loving ways after baby’s born.”

Kal often lays his big head on your bump when Henry isn’t there because he knows you’ll let him get away with it

but if Henry spots him he receives a “Kal, off!” just for your goofy husband to rest his own head there instead, chattering to the baby about things that sometimes have you falling asleep

his voice is soothing, yes

but his video game talk is just the perfect soundtrack for a nap

you get slower and slower as you enter the last few months

soon its just Kal and Henry going for walks together at the park

your bear always whined to you, pawing at your lap as you curl up on the sofa, while Henry would attempt to nod him over to the door

“Mumma can’t come today, she’s staying here with the baby. But she’ll call us if anything happens”

You get a soft kiss on the lips from one member of your family, and a lick on the hand from the fluffier one

Did you know it was Kal who saved the day, the morning you went into early labour?

you’d winced at a small twinge of pain, and then groaned out loud, taken by surprise as you had just been peeling some apples to be made into a stew

the sun was rising slowly, glinting the dewy grass out in the garden, your favourite view from the kitchen window

Henry was in his study, a floor up, with headphones on, completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs

clinging to a table, you’d started to feel tight pain across your belly, issuing you with a mild dose of panic

of course, as Kal has been by your side for the past few months, he’s right there in an instant

he rushes over to you, sensing that something is wrong, watching you as you attempt to sit down on the floor to try and take control of the pain

he had pressed his big head to yours, nudging you as if to ask what he should do

“Get henry, go get Henry, Kal”

you didn’t have to tell him twice

he’d bolted to the study seeking out henry, knocking over everything he flies past, running as fast as he possibly can within the confines of the walls in the house

he was loudly barking the whole time, knowing that right now you are in jeopardy and that his Henry is your only saving grace

he’d burst into Henry’s study nearly knocking the door off its hinges, almost jumping onto Henry’s lap

immediately Henry knew that something was wrong

normally a gentle giant around the house, Kal is bumping into things trying to reach his master, to get you the help you needed from Henry

“Kal, Kal show me where, what’s wrong. Is it Y/N? The baby? Mumma?”

He received a large bark in return, before Kal was rushing back to the kitchen to show his Henry where you were

Henry had raced behind Kal to where you were, panicking as he heard you call for him weakly

he eventually found you, sitting on the kitchen floor and clutching your belly in pain

Kal had stood by the door, watching Henry take over, his muscular form lifting you up and holding you close to get you to safety over on a soft chair

“it’s too early love, it’s got to be false contractions”

“they don’t feel false”

Kal had watched as Henry made a couple of calls, with sweat collecting at his brow

He had then spent a few moments with you, counting and calculating timings on his watch while you’d cried “it can’t be time, he’s not ready Henry”

Kal watched his Henry take your hands and stay close to you, trying to keep calm on the surface while making you a myriad of promises

just 10 minutes later, Kal had been left in the house alone

his only hope was that you and his Henry will be okay when you return

he’d had a strange few days at a friend’s house

their garden was smaller and they had a cat, but Kal hadn't minded them too much

he had still been concerned about where his Henry and his Y/N went so suddenly

and why did you not want to take him with you?

On the Tuesday, Kal hears the words “You’re going back home today, to see your parents! And they have your baby brother waiting there too!”

Kal was delivered back home that afternoon, and comes bounding into the house, making a beeline for Henry who was waiting by the front door to greet his furry friend

You had stayed upstairs in the master bedroom with Will, making sure he was safe from the inevitable commotion downstairs

You’d heard Henry embrace Kal, talking to him like an old friend whom he hadn't seen in years

Kal was so riled up from being away for so long, and Henry still in a lovestruck daze from the last 72 hours

“I know we were gone so suddenly, but everything is okay. We’re back now, and we have someone special we want you to meet” you can hear your husband speak excitedly to the bear

Kal had whined in retaliation, as if to ask "why did you leave me, Henry? What could have possibly been so important?”

“Kal” and it’s Henry’s no nonsense voice that you’d recognised this time; “Your baby brother is upstairs with Mum but he is very little. Very, very small. And you’re a big bear. So we’re going to be calm. Okay? Calm and gentle bear, good boy.”

Henry's footsteps and the tinkling of Kal’s collar were becoming clearer and clearer before the door to the master bedroom creaks open

and there stands Kal in all his fluffy glory

Henry is right by him, watching over every move Kal makes, with baited breath in case he decides to make a running leap towards you and your tiny bundle of joy

Henry had looked up to you with a gentle grin, ensuring the door was left open in the event of any sporadic movements, particularly if Kal wasn’t interested in this new person after all

“Knock knock, Kal’s promised to be good if he wants to see his brother”

Kal wants to jump up onto the bed but he knows he can’t, no matter how curious he is

so he just waits patiently by the bed, because whatever you were holding seems important, especially given that Henry is being very stern with him

maybe this is the special thing that his Henry and Y/N had loved so much

he looks up at you as you lean down enough for him to see the baby’s little face

“Kal, this is your baby brother. This is who all the fuss has been about. he’ll be able to play with you some day, when he’s a bit bigger.”

Kal blinks, taking the situation in

A new smell, a new person

A new, tiny Henry

At this realisation, he fondly rested his head in your lap right next to Will, receiving praise from Henry “easy boy, good boy Kal”

Kal makes an oath there and then to protect his tiny Henry

He sniffed a blanketed foot carefully, nuzzling it before staring at your sweet baby’s face

You look up at Henry briefly, and he’s already watching you as the rest of the scene plays out

“I think our boys are going to get along just fine” you murmur, basking in the fond greeting between Kal and baby Cavill

only for it to end a moment later when your son squeaks the quietest noise, causing Kal to back up quickly, shocked by the sound

“Ohh, are you saying hello to Kal honey? He is so gentle and fluffy isn’t he?” you’d cooed to the fidgeting bundle in your arms

“i think it’s Kal who needs to watch out around here now” Henry comments with a grin

Whenever Henry goes out to play fetch with Kal in the huge garden - it may as well be a football field - you’d watch carefully from the balcony window while cradling Will, pointing out his how his Daddy throws a ball or a stick, and how clever Kal is for fetching and returning it

whenever your older boys are done, they both scramble to be first back to see you and the youngest of the Cavill pack

Will is often found snoozing, giving Kal the perfect excuse to curl up right alongside his crib him to protect him, should anything threaten his soft sleepy snores

And if Will is sleeping in the crib in the master bedroom right beside you and Henry, Kal paws at the door until he is let in, taking his rightful spot curled up beside his new best friend

If you or Henry, or a loving relative or friend is holding him, there is Kal right by their side, as if to stake his claim; “this is my baby”

In the middle of the night when Will starts crying, Kal is there first to check on his tiny Henry before he runs for immediate assistance

cue Henry having tripped over Kal in the middle of the night several times now, as Kal had rushed to the master bedroom and Henry having rushed out of it in the dark

Usually the consequences involve Henry taking a bump to his shin or his head, with you having to get up, turn the light on and fetch a crying baby Will

So yes, Kal is in the nursery a lot of the time and yes, you need to install a couple of night lights in the hallways so that Henry doesn’t ultimately fall down the stairs or continue to injure himself via a fluffy Kal on a rescue mission

Henry always exclaims the next morning “I can’t believe he’s always in the room”

Which makes you laugh, replying “You’re just jealous he loves Will more than you now. I have to say Will is taking the badge for favourite Cavill of the month in this household”

Will sleeps a lot, and when Kal eventually gets bored, he sticks his big head into the crib, panting and waiting for his tiny Henry to pay him some attention

when you catch him, you rub his big head, letting him sit on the bed while you cradle a snoozing Will

however if Henry catches Kal with his head in the crib? Kal is out of the nursery for the rest of the day

“He can’t stick his head in like that, I’m not having him hurting Junior, accident or not”

So you need to unite your parenting tactics to train your dog before you use them to parent Will

When he’s not in his crib, Will is in one of the new moving cribs that Henry had researched to death before ordering and consequently building himself

That was an especially hot day in your pregnancy, and it was in December

Kal often just lays and watches his little best friend in it for as long as he likes, as he soon realises his large Henry will allow him to do that

sometimes you see Will laying in the crib with lots of dog toys around him

courtesy of Kal, of course

typically, Henry will be around to supervise, always thanking Kal on Junior’s behalf, engaging his two dependents in conversation; “oh look another toy, Will. Thank you Kal”

Kal would already be out of the room to fetch another toy while tiny Will is taking a hardcore nap

feeding and putting weight on is hard work!!

Henry definitely gets a few stares at the park now; a big beefy man, pushing a high-tech stroller, alongside an absolute unit of a dog

Kal is obedient as always, walking nicely beside the stroller with his two Henrys

he’s not even tempted by puddles or ducks or squirrels

his focus is on his best friends, especially the one wearing their brand new sweater to signify his move to newborn sized clothing at the age of 9 weeks

he loves watching his Henry and his Mama celebrate his tiny best friend, no matter how small their achievements - or sweaters - are

Kal is always gonna look out for his large Henry and his new tiny Henry, who both have the same dark curls and sparkly eyes

He is just the most wonderful big brother you could ever have wished for your little boy, and you’re sure they will get into heaps of laughs and trouble when Will grows up to become a rambunctious toddler, with peels of giggles coming from wherever the two will be playing together

Kal has the patience of a saint, and it’s why you don’t worry at all when you find out a couple years later, that there will be two more little Henry’s for him to play with and guard, with his whole fluffy being

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years ago

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The arrogant, ruthless Supervillain, who was always so vicious and condescending, defeated, broken, and too delirious to do anything but beg when the hero finds them... that is my fave trope.

Same, mine as well.

I didn't think this was an ask to write, so if it isn't, I'm sorry, but I had a really good idea for this.

Astronaut

@shydragonrider @the-sky-writes

Warnings: delirium, fever, captivity, space chase, bombing, panic attack, vomit, wounds, partial nudity (non sexual), past torture

*not edited*b

Hero sat Supervillain on a seat and buckled him in, mindful of where his injuries were in relation to the belt. He groaned in pain and protest, throwing his head backwards in a hoarse sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hero said quickly, momentarily cupping his cheek before rushing to the controls of her rocket. It was a intricate thing with too many different buttons, levers, and colors to make sense of. Still, she knew exactly what to do. She rammed the aircraft into flying mode and switched on autopilot, taking a split second to navigate a safe path through the infinite cosmos.

She returned to Supervillain's side and looked into his pale, unfocused face. He breathed heavily between wails and sniffles, not making eye contact with his savior. His fingers naturally curled and clenched as his sides as mucus gurgled in his chest. Tears sprang from his eyes.

Hero had found him, in a space ship, beaten brutally and deliriously crying in his agony. After breaking him out of the small chest that his captors called "his room", he had started to beg incoherently. He made no sense whatsoever, babbling on and on about random things. Then he would scream suddenly and sporadically, clawing aimlessly at Hero's chest.

He was awake, but not there and was vividly still trapped in whatever fantasy he imagined himself into.

So Hero carried him out, kicking and knocking out many of Vigilante's underlings- they were weak and not very well trained, in their defenses.

When she finally set him in that seat and buckled his writhing form in, she was somewhat exhausted and sweaty herself. But she knew that she had to drive her rocket away as fast as possible and take care of the bleeding man who was currently slumped in a seat at the verge of falling unconscious.

Hero ran a hand through his grimey, blood coated hair with a sigh and gently unbuckled him. She pulled off his shirt, watching as his arms limply fell to the sides as if he lost all muscle mass.

Immediately, he doubled over, body curling to a seemingly natural position for him. It made Hero's heart wrench- he had been in that box, a box hardly the size of a dog crate, for so long that even unconscious his body was conditioned to react.

Hero straightened him back up to examine the injuries. His ribs were heavily bruised and jutting out in various areas. His torso was covered in welts and old cuts, many infected, as if he was whipped. A lot. Those would need antibiotic cream, probably some draining-

The ship jerked suddenly to the side, throwing her off balanced. Instinctively, she strapped the buckles over the supervillain's chest, and ran to the controls. Every alarm was blaring red and screeching. She glanced over at the computerized pixels that made up a small replica of her ship- the rear side seemed to be hit by something. Nothing was critically damaged, but it still meant that something hit her.

A flaming, green ball of something whizzed past the corner of Hero's eyes. She stiffened, heart beginning to race. They were being bombed.

Hero took the rocket out of autopilot and turned on the cameras. Looking at the small, live recording in front of her, she saw Vigilante's ship chasing after her's. The sharp pointed nose and wide wings made it look daunting, but Hero knew that was all design.

It wasn't fast, though it had decent aim. All Hero had to do was get out of there as fast as possible.

Hero made a sharp turn, jostling Supervillain around. He groaned loudly, but Hero didn't have the time to comfort him.

Another bomb raced past her.

Hero started zig zagging, desperate to rid herself of the lethal balls of fire. They were incessant, one after the other after the other.

"Please don't hurt me!" Supervillain suddenly screamed. Hero glanced behind her to see him cowering in his seat, panting. However, in that split second of distraction, she was rocked sideways again.

Hero focused back on her mission and steered the rocket to the left. The bomb she evaded smacked right into a neaby asteroid, causing it to burst into peices.

"Please!" Supervillain hollered, thrashing against the seatbelt. His heavy breathing turned shallow, but Hero had bigger things to worry about.

Not only was she dodging flying fireballs, but know she had asteroid debris clocking in at one hundred miles per hour. She flew past them with professional precision.

"N-no," Supervillain whimpered, now smacking his head into the headrest of his seat. Hero risked a glance. His face was noticeably even paler, blanched to the point of white, as his fingers trembled. His dazed eyes darted around like a fly, buzzing here and there, taking in everything.

And everything was overwhelming him.

"Supervillain," Hero called, watching her camera. "You need to calm down buddy, okay? No one is going to hurt you anymore." If you would shut up and let me concentrate...

"N-not not... t'day pleas," Supervillain slurred, head dangling limply in fatigue and exhaustion before he picked it back up again, crying loudly.

"Shh," Hero tried to shush him, but failed. He wiggled like a worm as his voice locked itself in an endless current of screams.

A bomb flew by overhead, missing Hero by only five feet. She groaned and focused back on the black abyss she was traveling through, illuminated by the celestial bodies floating about. Supervillain's episode woule have to be ignored, for the sake of both of them.

The ship was suddenly deathly quiet.

However Hero did not realize that the cause of the supervillain's sudden silence was because he was hyperventilating, choking on his own breathing. She was zoned into the camera, watching the coming fireballs intently.

Supervillain watched her, trying his hardest to calm his rapid breathing and heartbeat. The world was growing out of focus... he couldn't breathe... couldn't breathe.

He felt like he was going to throw up. Oh gosh he was. The world tossed and turned in front of his eyes, pivoting forward and sideways.

"H-hero," he moaned, nausea thick in his voice.

She didn't reply.

Supervillain vomitted all over the floor, finally able to draw in a shaky breath. He gasped for air, to satisfy his burning lungs that didn't possess it for so long.

Only, he started sobbing again. It wasn't intentional, of course it wasn't. Crying was for the weak and he wasn't weak. Or was he? Because he was crying now? He was weak wasn't he?

These thoughts sent Supervillain back into another panic attack. His chest seized threateningly, but he did not thrash like before. He just allowed the cloud to wash over him.

When Hero finally escapes the bombardment, she idled the engine down in a bade to save fuel and ran over to her new ward. He was half-asleep, eyes halfway closed as his body breathed for him- air rushing into his body in large gulps.

"Supervillain? Supervillain? Hey, hey." Hero tapped Supervillain's cheek. "Wake up for me, will you? You're hyperventilating. Breathe, bud, breathe."

Supervillain slowly took a breath in before falling against his savior's shoulder, sniffling.

#supervillain whumpee #hero caretaker #vigilante whumper #past torture #hero x supervillain #captivity whump #feverish whumpee #delirious whumpee #panic attack #heros and villains

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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without making this a sap story ive had some not so great news from home and am in one of them moods to not talk abt it. but i need a tom h to hug me , pls could u write something like that?

hey anon - i am sending u all my love, and hope things get a little easier for u as soon as possible. if u ever do wanna chat abt nothing or rant just send me a pm x I hope this is at least somewhat what u were looking for <33

summary: life is sometimes not good, but your fave boy makes it just a little easier to deal with (with some original help from his brother too)

a bit angsty but i promise mainly fluff (and a popcorn fight?)

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What drew you out of the sort-of-trance was a two soft but firm knocks at the door - well Tom’s bedroom door. You’d been relaxing with him and Harry, watching the new ‘Line of Duty’ when your mum had called for the daily catch up. Admittedly, she had already tried to call you twice today but somehow you’d managed to miss both of them. On reflection, possible not that shocking because you’d been at a charity golf day with the boys which involved a fair amount of noise, chat and competition.

Thankfully the boys had both done pretty well, Tom coming slightly ahead but that was the norm between the two. It meant they were both happily basking in their relative victories and not moody and grumpy like they are oh so often when things go wrong. Because to them, against your pleading, begging and sometimes lecturing…. golf was not just a game.

You and your mum had always been very close, so usually speaking to her was uplifting and made you feel a little bit more complete - what with travelling with Tom for work, her voice was a slice of home. This time though, it was not so much the case. It was just sad news about your home town. Nothing directly to your family or close friends but still, it makes you feel generally down.

Who knows how long it’d been since you’d hung up on the phone, just staring at the wall opposite. Everything felt just hollow and empty, lacking in meaning somewhat. You weren’t necessarily thinking, more like devoid of emotion, of thoughts, of anything. Just a bit cold.

“Y/n…Y/n?” His voice sounded hesitant, as though scared he was interrupting your call. When you didn’t respond, the door cracked open and his fluffy head poked in, not that you noticed - your brain was still half absent. Tom on the other hand, was instantly looking you up and down, very much confused as the why you looked so rigid and not present. Noticing the phone was lying quiet on the bed in front of you, he felt safe to enter. He made a beeline for the bed, perching himself down on the edge, in-front of you - so he was blocking your fascinating view of the grey wall opposite.

“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” His voice was soft and gravely, choosing not to put much energy into his vocal box as he rubbed up and down one of your arms.

“Hmmm? Sorry, was miles away.”

“Could tell darl.” As he chuckled his eyes crinkled round the outside. “How was your mum?”

“Yeh…um okay, I-I guess.” As much as you wanted to shake yourself out of it, it just wasn’t that easy. Everything was laced with this underlying chilliness.

“You sure? You dont really sound it?”

“No, I um…well I’m not sure. I think I’m okay?”

“What happened?” You shook your head in response, making Tom press his lips together with a small nod. “ Don’t wanna talk about it huh?”

“Not… not right now. Please?”

With a permitting nod, Tom stood up and squeezed your hand, urging you to follow. Trailing behind him into the living room, he then instructed you to take a seat on the sofa adjacent to Harry, Tom himself disappearing back into the house. It made you pout a little, you wanted him to just look after you a little this evening but that self pity wasn’t allowed to last long - because a piece of popcorn flew into your cheek. You whipped your head around, with mouth open feigning shock, to see Harry smirking at you cradling a bowl full of other possible missiles in hand.

“And what was that for?” He shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back to the TV.

“You looked sad.”

“…” Your mouth was open, no words coming out though, as you looked at the frizzy haired boy in bemusement. Sometimes you thought you understood how his head worked but at other points, the boy was a bloody mystery. Instead of explaining his thought process (because there almost certainly wasn’t one), he just smiled evily at you - wiggling his brows. And I know you know what that meant.

Sure enough by the time Tom reentered the room, arms full with different objects he’d collected round the house, the floor had been littered with popcorn kernels. You and Harry were squealing at each other as handfuls of the snack were catapulted vaguely at each other as you chased him round the room. It took Tom shouting at the both of you for you to freeze, slowly lowering your hands in ceasefire with a giggle.

“I leave you alone for two minutes.”

“ It was his fault!” You protested, causing a 5 minute of ‘ he said-she said’ between the two of you, even if Tom wasn’t listening to the bickering. Instead, he quickly whizzed round the room picking up all the obvious popcorn bits and then spread out all the blankets he’d got from round the rented house on the sofa.

You knew Harry, in his very own and special way, was only doing all this to cheer you up and you couldn’t appreciate it more. Your relationship with him had recently got so much closer, thanks to Tom being busy on set actually filming - while you and Harry just had some quality ‘almost sibling’ times. And now living with him too - naturally he had grown to know your tells almost as well as Tom.

“Alright children calm down… thought we could watch movie?” Plopping himself down on the cream seat, Tom made grabby hands to you which of course you had to comply with.

“I’ll um… I’m gonna leave you to- well to the being in love shit. It’ll make me chunder”

“We love you too bro” Tom called to Harry, who was already on his way out - but the tone of gratefulness in his voice was evident, he appreciated Harry noticing that the two of you could do with time together.

“Don’t make it weird!” Harry’s response had you sniggering, as you pulled the fluffiest blanket over both you and Tom and nestling into his side.

After a few minutes of Tom pretending to argue with you about film choice, before ultimately agreeing with your choice of ‘La la land’ as he always planned on letting you. The Holland boys were both very talented at subtly being a shoulder if needed, and yes you knew it was all an act - but you weren’t about to call him out. About halfway through he kissed the crown of your head and murmured. “Can tell you’re not watching darling.” He wasn’t wrong to be fair. Yes, you were looking at the screen - but your mind was far away from the plot line.

“Sorry I um… minds like a runaway train sometimes.” Tom released a breathy chuckle at that before murmuring a ‘come ‘ere’ to you as he all but lifted you up from sitting by his side. You ended up lying almost onto of him, with both of Tom’s strong arms holding you tightly to him. Smiling into his chest, you nestled closer so the soundtrack to the movie played over the top of his constant thudding heartbeat. It took a few moments of you both just staring into the screen, completely contented for Tom to speak, squeezing you slightly tighter whilst the two of you watched Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone twirling on the road.

“I gotchu now lovie”

And you swore then that all the thoughts racing in your mind were outpaced by those of a different kind. Still intense ideas, ones that buzzed round your brain, but these were happy. Thoughts of ‘how could I be so lucky’ and ‘I love this man with my whole heart’.

Apparently these thoughts were also a comfort because when Tom looked down at you after what must’ve been at least half an hour, you were spark out. Breathing deep and unchanging, eye locked shut and mouth slightly squashed against his chest so your lips were pressed together. But what made the boy physical pout was the way you relaxed hand was loosely balled round a fistful of his purple hoodie. As if you were clutching at him to keep him as close to you as possible.

He felt so grateful - not only for you, but also for the fact that he had the ability to make it a little better. You didn’t need him - Tom swore you were one of the most fiercely independent people he’d ever met - yet it was clear you wanted him. You wanted him when you felt down, the same way you wanted to be around him when you were overly hyper and chatting pure rubbish. You didn’t want him because he was the ‘Tom Holland’ you wanted him because he was Tom.

He couldn’t fix what was going on back at your home (I mean right now, he still didnt even know what was going on). But he did know how to make everything just a little less shit. He knew how to be your person.

And that would forever be job Tom was most proud of.

once again sending u all lots of love (esp u anon 💕)

would love to know what u guys think if ya made it this far ;)

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michelemoutons · 3 years ago

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and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

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3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

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incorrect-dishonored-quotes · 3 years ago

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Do you have a favorite level within each game or even one out of all games / is there a specific level that stuck in your mind since you first played it?

Mine would be the second to last I think in DH1. The one, where you walk over a bridge and it's all orange light on one side and deep shadows on the other. In daud's dlcs it would be the boyle mansion, because I love the flooded building. I've loved the edge of the world in DH2 because Karnaca's atmosphere is such a breath of fresh air and the trail of whale blood through the bright and sunny district reveals very much about the game's world. For DOTO it would either be the bank job or the royal conservatory. It may sound pretty weird but the atmosphere within the bank job gives me vacation vibes lol. Also the moment you take the twin bladed knife feels amazing every time. I also really like the hidden features in the royal conservatory.

Thank you for running this blog, it really means a lot to me. Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

Honestly all the levels in the DH series has a lot of personality in them, and so much visual storytelling. Each one has a different feeling to it while all matching up to eachother perfectly. Never do I feel like one doesn't belong with the others, they all feel part of the same world, and they feel so lived in too.

Everyone has their favorites, and you picked some good ones. I think youre refering to Kaldwin's Bridge which is a very well done level and is certainly pretty to look at, but its rather big with a lot of loading points, and it's a bit choppy and tedious for me. I do like the area around Sokolov's house though. The test subjects imprisoned in the streets and the crumbling buildings around his perfect apartment is great environmental storytelling. Personally my favorite in Dh1 is The Flooded District. The reflection it paints for Corvo, that after everything, things can still get worse and there's still a light at the end and he can't give up. That even after hating Hiram Burrows and wishing death on him, Daud hides there, in the mass grave Burrows made, protected by the rats, flood waters, rivercrusts, and weepers. It's just *chef's kiss*.

I think the one in Daud's dlc's is actually Brigmore Manor, which is one hell of a level. We learn that Daud and Delilah have a lot in common just by the way they work. They both have large followings they share their power with, hidden under everyone's nose. Dispite this, the difference in atmosphere tells the player that Daud is trespassing here. He's met someone who can match him, maybe even best him, and he has to be careful not to lose what little he has left. Brigmore is probably my fave too, but The Surge comes very close. Being in Daud's base, cutting up Overseers, and freeing his Whaler kids is very satisfying.

Edge of the World is a great intro to Karnaca. You get a feel for the atmosphere, learn about smaller power struggles (Howlers vs Overseers), and get a feel for just how bad things are there. I love taking my time in this level, finding the runes and talking to Mindy Blanchard just because it is a very pretty level that's fun to explore. I also like how it ironically leads you to Addemire, which is dark and claustrophobic. My fave in DH2 though is Crack in the Slab. Going between timelines wasn't something I'd done in a videogame before, and it made learning about Aramis Stilton and the rest of Delilah's allies extremely interesting. I love the little details you can mess with in the past to convenience you in the present too. There's a lot to go though twice over in that level, and I always find something new each playthrough. Also, in the ambience music in the present, you can hear a rhythmic banging, and I theorize you can hear the miners being overworked from Aramis' home.

And then there's DOTO... DOTO, my beloved. This game really brought Billie Lurk's character to life and I enjoy every second of it. My fave here would be Follow the Ink, for reasons similar as to why I like Edge of the World. It's nice to explore and there's so much to do story-wise, and even more to just find or interact with. I do wish the story flowed from one point on the map to the other, like how Edge of the World slowly lead you to the black market, wall of light, overseer outpost, then to Addemire Station. I find I'm going back and forth a lot in Follow the Ink, but that's nit-picking. If anything, it gives me time to stumble across things more. I will say though, The Bank Job is probably the strongest level in the game, and the writing is the best there. Billie getting a hold of the knife, pointing a finger in The Outsider's face and telling him she's coiming, no matter what it takes, only for The Outsider to look her in the eyes and tell her that Daud, the closest Billie had ever come to family, is dead?... Heartbreaking. I'm racing back to the ship. I know he's lying, and he has to be, right? But nope, he wasn't. Billie burning her ship called Dreadful Wale, an anagram for Farewell Daud, as his pyre hurts so much. I love the very ending too and how Daud is low chaos option, and to be honest, I shouldn't have been surprised by that. Ironically, mercy and forgiveness were themes in the background of Daud's dlcs.

Some honorable mentions would be:

-Bottle Street/Holger Square: Learning about Overssers, Slackjaw, Granny Rags and you get to see my man Geoff Curnow! Please switch the poison btw.

-Lady Boyle's Last Party: You fuck around with guards and rich ppl bc they think you're one of them and that's quite the critique on the upperclass huh. Don't forget to sign the guestbook as The Empress' alleged assassin!

Return to The Tower: Hiram Burrows is finally his own undoing, and his worst nightmares have come true! What a satisfying downfall. How poetic. Bitch deserved everything he got.

-Light at the End: In high chaos, Martin shoots Pendleton after calling him inbred and that's hilarious to me. Also in low chaos. Emily will scold Havelock and tell him to "sit in the corner and think about what [he's] done!" In honesty, it's a good climax.

-Eminent Domain: Timpsh's downfall in low chaos is one of the most poetic and well written eliminations in the games. Seeing him faint in front of a General of the City Watch always makes me laugh.

-Coldridge Prison: Revisiting the place as Daud and seeing how it's changed since Corvo's escape was very interesting. There's a lot of details to interact with like other prisoners, executions, and doomed escape attempts.

-Addemire Institute: The Crown Killer was an interesting antagonist, and there's a lot of notes and clues to what Addemire was like before The Duke ruined it. The entire situation is very tragic, but not all is lost!

-The Dust District: It's just really fun to explore Karnaca ok? Also Corvo's old house is there.

-Hole in the World: I love how it hints that there's a low chaos option, but you don't realize it until you talk with Daud’s spirit and all the hints come together. I like wandering around the place too since we don't get to see The Void this much anywhere else.

Sorry this was so long, but I really love how well thought out these game are, and I really rambled! Happy pride to you too!

#mod tad #doto spoilers

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montana-mojo · 3 years ago

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Hi! So I write stuff but they mostly don’t see the light of day. I decided to try out these writing prompts for practice and this is the first one I came up with. It’s my first fan fiction.

When I saw this prompt, I instantly thought of Yuno and Noelle from Inflection Point by @fengreyfront . That story is so well written and it is one of my fave Black Clover fan fics of all time. So basically this is fan fiction of a fan fiction?

English isn’t my first language and I don’t have a beta so I apologize if the english is a bit wonky.

Stay The Night

Rating: T+

Pairing: Yuno x Noelle / Yunoelle

Noelle never stayed.

She was adamant in keeping the thing between her and Yuno a secret so she was very careful to leave his room at the dead hours of the night, making absolute sure that no one saw her. But with her coming to him nearly every night now, she knew she was pushing her luck.

She was curled to her side facing away from him, trying to fall asleep but couldn't. She could sense from his mana that he was sound asleep, probably worn out from the "activity" they just performed. It started out as a competition of who would be the first to come undone. It was always him at first since she was too stubborn and competitive to let him get the best of her. But as they spent more nights together, she gradually let herself loosen up and allowed herself to get lost in him more and more.

Yuno was always his calm and aloof self whenever Noelle saw him the following mornings and neither of them would speak of their engagements the previous night. Oftentimes, they would sit at the same table other Magic Knights being their usual selves, him being quiet and her being as haughty as a royal can be. They seldom spoke to each other, like they always did, and their exchange were limited to the stolen glances so discreet that they went unnoticed.

But when night fell, and everyone was already asleep, Noelle would tiptoe to Yuno's room and knock on his door to spend the night with him. And for some reason, he always let her in. He always returned her fervent kisses and gave her what she demanded from him.

The sex was great, not that she had a lot of experience on the matter. But she was doing this with Yuno for practice, so that when it came to the real thing, with Asta she hoped, she would know what to do.

Then when morning came, she would leave.

And he never tried to stop her.

Noelle felt slightly pained at the thought. Maybe she meant less to him than she thought? But what if she did matter to him. She wouldn't know what to do as well. This situation with Yuno has progressed into something that she couldn't understand anymore.

She shifted on the bed to face him. Yuno was fast asleep and was slightly snoring. Noelle smiled at the sight. He was handsome, the prettiest boy she ever laid eyes on and she knew a lot of girls thought the same. But his aloofness made him cold and distant, sort of like a brilliant star you can admire from afar but can never have.

Noelle sat up, her thoughts racing. Did she want him? No, that's not possible because she wanted Asta. It was always Asta that occupied the forefront of her mind for the last three years. Why did she care so much about how Yuno felt about her? And most importantly, why did she care so much about how she felt towards him?

She hated herself for not knowing.

Sighing, Noelle pulled away the sheets and stood up from the bed, trying to locate her scattered clothes on the floor.

"Noelle." She heard Yuno call out softly. He was looking at her, his amber eyes still half lidded with sleep as he propped himself up slightly with his elbows.

"I need to go." She said in a level tone.

Yuno blinked once, the sleepiness from his eyes now completely gone but he didn't say anything. He laid down again as she turned to pick up her skirt.

She was leaving again and before he could stop himself, he heard himself say, "Stay here tonight."

Noelle froze. The silence which followed was deafening as they both waited for the other to say something.

Yuno closed his eyes knowing that his plea would fall into deaf ears. Keeping their secret, well a secret, was far too important to her. She can't afford to let Asta know that they've been having sex during the joint training or it would ruin all her chances with him, she had said.

Admittedly, he agreed to be her practice dummy to satiate his curiosity when it came to intimacy. He wanted to know why everyone seemed to loose their minds at the mention of sex.

Attraction was already familiar to him. There had been girls that had caught his interest in the past but nothing went beyond a casual conversation. Partly because he was too busy in making himself stronger to beat Asta into becoming the Wizard King but it was mostly due to the fact that he didn't think any girl was worth his time, even those who he was attracted to.

But Noelle was different. She didn't like him the way that other girls liked him and he meant little to nothing to her making this situation highly convenient for him. He can explore sex as much as he wanted without the connection that would slow down his training.

Then why was he becoming increasingly disappointed at the sight of his empty bed after she leaves? Why did he have the urge to touch her whenever they were around other Magic Knights? Why did the fact that he couldn't hold her hand outside this bedroom irked him so much? Why he's still agreeing to be a part of this was beyond him.

To his surprise, he felt the mattress dip from her weight as she went back to bed. She was already back in his sheets when he opened his eyes to look at her, the moonlight streaming from the windows making her look ethereal, as if she was a sylph from another world. She laid on her side facing him with an unreadable expression on her face. She seemed confused, her eyebrows knitted together as if she was thinking about a new spell. But after a moment, a small smile formed on her lips.

"Well, if you insist." Noelle said playfully and Yuno couldn't help but laugh as he rolled his eyes.

This whole situation was complicated indeed. But this was not the time to sort things out.

For tonight, she would stay.

And that was enough.

End

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Kthanks I’ll go hide now

#yunoelle #yuno x noelle #noelle x yuno

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buferfliz · 4 years ago

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We Belong Together

So Kuroo is one of my faves and i wanted to write something for him. I will eventually write something for all of my favorites. For now i hope you all enjoy this. Thank you to my awesome sister @silentprincessofhyrule for this awesome banner.

Warnings: This is mostly fluff with some angst. Swearing, toxic person/relationship, happy ending

Key: I’m sure you all know this but just in case, y/n = your name and gf/n = girlfriend’s name

Peas in a pod. That was what you and your two best friends heard most from your teachers, parents, even just neighbors when you were younger. They weren’t wrong, the three of you were always together from the very start.

At first it was just you and Kenma. You lived on the same street and were the only two children. He was only a year younger than you and so you were just naturally drawn together.

Kenma was quiet, kept to himself, but that was fine with you. He was sweet and kind and fun to be around. Besides you were loud and outgoing enough for the two of you anyway. Most of your time together was spent playing games and talking about whatever was on your mind. The two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

When Kuroo had moved onto your street, you were the first to say hello. You thought he was cute even if he was on the shy side, not that anyone would ever be able to guess that nowadays. It hadn’t mattered though, you were friends with Kenma and so you were used to that sort of thing.

The three of you bonded over games and eventually started playing volleyball together. You’d even managed to find some co-ed training camps so the three of you could play in actual games together. You always had fun playing with them even if they were way better at it than you were.

When you started middle school, the two of them joined the volleyball team and you became their number one fan and biggest cheerleader. Sure you were sad that you couldn’t play on the same team with them, not that you had ever intended on joining a school team, but that didn’t stop you from going to every game and practice. After they were done with volleyball club for the day, the three of you would do your homework together then play games at Kenma’s or watch movies at your house or play a little volleyball in Kuroo’s backyard.

The three of you were inseparable and that continued through middle school, on through high school, and even still now in college. Your schedules didn’t always match up perfectly but you spent as much time together as you could and every morning the three of you would commute to college together.

You’d all chosen to live at home while attending college to save on money. Besides you all lived close enough to the campus that commuting wasn’t a big deal. But you all had also decided to do it so that all of you could still be close to each other and see each other whenever you wanted, just like it had always been no pesky dorm rules to stop you. The three of you truly treasured each other and the time you spent together.

You rushed into the gym hoping to see your friends before their practice match with Fukurodani began.

“There you are chibi-chan, I was beginning to think you got lost.” Kuroo says as he approaches you.

“Yeah sorry about that. My professor went off on a tangent and kept us late.”

“Well that’s ok, you’re here now.” He smiles at you.

“Hey, Hey, Hey kitty cat.” Bokuto says when he spots you talking to Kuroo.

“Hey Ko, how are you?”

“Seriously bro? What’s with that nickname?” Kuroo asks him.

“What? Your mascot is a cat and it sounds cute. She doesn’t mind that I call her that. I mean I could call her my baby owl instead.”

“No. Kitty cat is bad enough and she isn’t yours.”

You just laugh at the exchange between the friends.

“Hey y/n, are those two at it again?” A calm voice asks from behind you.

“Oh hey Kenny. You know they are but I think it’s cute.”

“Cute? I think not.” Kuroo says.

“The only cute thing here is you kitty cat.” Bokuto says to you in a flirty manner.

“Aww, thank you Ko.”

It was always like that with you and Bokuto. You were just friends but there was always flirty banter between you two. You never saw anything more to it than just a playful exchange. Bokuto then makes another comment that causes you to laugh and maybe that’s why you missed the look of jealousy that briefly flitted across Kuroo’s face.

Turning your attention back to your two best friends, you give Kenma a hug and then you give Kuroo one as well. As you hug Kuroo, you feel as though his grip around you seems a bit tighter than usual but you decide to just enjoy the feel of it.

“Good luck guys.”

You head towards the bleachers and find your usual seat in the front row. You can’t help but to think about the hug you had just gotten from Kuroo. You feel your heartrate pick up as you remember the warm strong embrace. The truth was your feelings for your two best friends had changed. They were still your best friends and they always would be. But while your love for Kenma had taken the sibling route, your love for Kuroo had taken the romantic route.

You feel a little ache in your chest thinking about it because you have convinced yourself that Kuroo would only ever see you as one of his best friends. You’ve told yourself that you’re ok with it because he’s a great friend, but every day you can’t stop yourself from hoping that today would be the day. The day that Testsuro Kuroo, Tetsu as you affectionately referred to him, would realize that he was in love with you. No matter how unrealistic it might be.

Kuroo throws the ball into the air, jumps, and hits it. Hard. Too hard actually, it goes sailing out of bounds.

“Shit,” he curses to himself. “Sorry guys.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get the next one.” Yamamoto assures him.

Kenma gives his best friend a concerned look as the coach calls for a time out.

“Are you ok?” He asks him as they head over to the bench.

“Yeah I’m ok, don’t worry.”

In truth, he wasn’t ok. The way Bokuto so casually flirted with you earlier and the way you had laughed at whatever stupid thing he had said bothered Kuroo more than he would ever admit. And he knew it was ridiculous for that to bother him, you were both his friends and he wanted the two of you to be happy. If you were to get together, he knew that Bokuto would treat you right. But the thought of you with Bokuto, or anyone really, upset him because the one you should really be with was him. He would treat you so well, take care of you no matter what. He knew you better than anyone, with maybe the exception of Kenma. He knew what you wanted and what you needed and most importantly, he would love you more than anyone else ever could.

His mind was racing, to the point where he couldn’t even hear what coach was saying. He knew that he really had to focus but the only thing that was currently on his mind was you. That wasn’t really anything new but he could usually focus on volleyball whenever he was playing. He found himself looking for you, knowing you always sat in the same spot whether it was normal practice or a practice match. Front row right behind the bench. He looks at you just as coach finishes talking and the team begins to head back onto the court.

You give him a sweet smile and he feels his own smile spread across his face. Ah there it is, he thinks. The smile that lights up your face as well as the room and makes his heart race in the best way possible. He loved that smile.

He heads back to his position with a new focus on the game. He doesn’t even let his mind wander when he and Bokuto are staring each other down across the net. Your smile had been just for him, even if it was just a supportive one from one friend to another, but it had been enough to chase away the jealousy that had overtaken his mind earlier.

After the game, you said goodbye to Bokuto and Akaashi and waited for Kuroo and Kenma to come out of the locker room. As you waited, you thought back to the game. Kuroo had not been acting like himself, he seemed distracted and almost angry. You were worried that something was wrong but he seemed to get back on track after the time out. So maybe he was just too fired up at the beginning, it had happened before when they played Fukurodani. The competitive streak between him and Bokuto was always on full display when they played each other. Whatever it was, you were glad he had settled in after that.

You were roused from your thoughts when you heard a voice speak.

“Hello? Earth to chibi-chan.” Kuroo says as he waves a hand in front of your face.

“Oh sorry. What was that?”

“Kenma asked what you wanted to eat. Where were you?”

“Just spacing out. You guys took so long I was afraid I might fall asleep.” You tease them.

“Sorry about that,” Kenma says, “Lev called Yaku short again and we had to make sure that Yaku didn’t murder him.”

“I swear Lev must have a death wish to keep bringing that up.” You laugh.

“Yeah tell me about it. And I get stuck breaking it up because I’m the captain.” Kuroo says with a sigh. “It gets tiring.” “Aww but you’re such a good captain Tetsu, I’m sure the team appreciates everything you do for them.”

“They damn well better. Anyway, food. I’m starving.”

“How about we just get some take out and go play games back at my house? I’ve had enough intense activity for today.” Kenma says as the three of you leave campus together.

In the end, that’s exactly what you ended up doing. Now with full stomachs you’re all playing a game together.

“Damn it Tetsu! Stop saving all those fucking turtle shells for me, use one on Kenma for a change.”

“But you react so much more to it than him kitten, it’s far more entertaining.” Kuroo laughs.

“No. You don’t get to call me that when you keep knocking me off the road.”

Kuroo laughs more and you end up getting hit with yet another shell.

“I swear I’m going to kill you Tetsu!” You yell at him while giving him a little glare.

“You both suck at this game, so what does it matter?” Kenma says with his eyes fixed on the screen, his character lapping you for the third time.

“Shut up Kenny!” You throw a pillow at him and hit him in the back of the head causing him to drive off the road. “HA, now who sucks?”

Kenma turns and gives you a look that promises revenge.

“Oh shit.” You get your arms up just barely in time to cover your face from the pillow that Kenma has launched at you.

“Ok fine, two can play this game.” You say before throwing a pillow back at him, the two of you laughing as you take turns hitting each other.

Kuroo just watches the scene before him, well just you actually. He loves riling you up because your expressions are all so cute. Whether you’re laughing and smiling like now or pouting and scowling like you were before when he kept messing you up in the game, he loved them all.

He didn’t really want to admit it, not even to himself though it was undoubtedly true, but he was hopelessly in love with you. It had been a few years already since he first felt it and denied it, though if he was being completely honest with himself he’d had a crush on you since you were kids. But kids don’t really understand the meaning of that or at least he knew that he hadn’t. Still he had managed to act the same as he always did around you, leaving you none the wiser to his changing feelings towards you.

Even when he had first become friends with Bokuto, which led to you and Kenma becoming friends with him, he had managed to ignore the flirty way that Bokuto interacted with you. But now it had started to bother him. He just didn’t know why it now did. Ok he did know. He couldn’t lie to himself about his feelings for you anymore and there was a very real possibility that you could end up with Bokuto, the two of you got along so well and he wasn’t some jerk that you wouldn’t look twice at. So he couldn’t hold back his feelings but he couldn’t tell you either. What if he ruined everything? Too bad that didn’t stop the jealousy from rising up like it had before.

As he sat there staring, he heard his phone go off signaling the arrival of a new text message. Before he could pick it up off the floor next to him, however, he was nailed in the face by a pillow followed by your laugh. The laugh that was music to his ears.

“It’s your fault this whole thing started Tetsu, so don’t think you’re getting out of it.” You say to him.

“Oh you’re in for it now kitten.” Kuroo says with a smirk before hitting you with a pillow.

And so he was dragged into your pillow war as well.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of you were all out of breath from throwing pillows but also from all the laughing. You always loved the time you got to spend with these two men. You glance over at Kuroo who has a smile on his face as he catches his breath.

Oh how you loved that smile of his, how you loved everything about him really. You so badly just wanted to curl up in his lap and have him wrap his arms around you. Everything just felt so right when he would hug you, like you just belonged there, wrapped up in his arms.

Of course that wasn’t likely to happen, he was super popular with the ladies and could have his pick of any one of them. He didn’t even have to make a move. Girls were always asking him out on dates but he would always turn them down. You figured he was just too preoccupied with volleyball and his studies. Still whenever you heard that yet another girl had asked him out, you would feel a pain in your chest and your stomach would churn as you waited to hear if he had said yes because you knew that one of these days he would. Just the thought of it devastated you but you knew that you would have to deal with it when it happened because you wanted him to be happy.

Yeah happy with me, the little voice in the back of your head supplied. You know that you would love him more than any other girl could because you already did and you would take such good care of him too. But you couldn’t risk it. What if he didn’t feel the same and it ended up ruining your friendship? You couldn’t lose him from your life and so you remained quiet about your feelings.

You tear your gaze away from Kuroo and see your phone blinking. Unlocking it you see that you have new messages. From Bokuto.

“Oh hey guys, Ko wants to know if we want to hang out on Saturday. Also he told me to tell you that before you say anything, he texted you first Tetsu but you didn’t answer.” You say to him as he picks up his phone to check.

“So he did.” Kuroo replies.

“It’s fine with me as long as we don’t do too much, he has way too much energy.” Kenma chimes in.

“Well you’re not wrong there.” You chuckle.

“Yeah ok.” Kuroo adds.

“Do you want to text him and let him know Tetsu? Or should I?”

“I’m sure he’d rather hear from you than me, so you can do it.” He says a bit more sharply than intended.

You raise an eyebrow but just shrug your shoulders and message Bokuto back.

Kuroo makes his way to your house. It had been decided that they would all go there and watch movies.

You lived alone now after your grandmother had passed away in your first year of college. She had left the house to you as well as whatever inheritance she had. He didn’t know where your parents were and he had asked you about them once but you said that you didn’t know where they were either. Your grandmother was all the family you’d had.

It had been two years already since she passed. He remembered how upset you had been and how he and Kenma had stayed with you every night for a month. They helped you with anything you needed and took turns holding you as you cried. They also made sure you were taking care of yourself and they tried to keep you busy, hoping that it would help you with your grieving process and it had helped. He was happy that he had been able to be there for you and help you heal.

That was also when he realized for the first time just how hard he had fallen for you. When he saw you cry his heart shattered and he wanted nothing more than to wipe your tears away, kiss them away really, and see you happy and smiling once more. He never wanted to see you cry again. He had no idea if you felt that way about him though and so he went back to denying and suppressing.

Kuroo reaches your house and hears humming coming from the backyard. He pushes open the gate and finds you watering the garden. Your grandmother had started it when you were all younger and now you took care of it.

“Hey chibi-chan. The garden looks great.”

“Hey Tetsu” You happily greet him with a smile as you put the hose away.

There it was again that smile, his smile. He was certain that you didn’t smile at anyone else like that, not even Bokuto. But maybe that was just him hoping that was the case.

You come over to him and give him a big hug. He breathes in the coconut scent of your shampoo. He loved that smell, you’d used it for so long now and it was just so undeniably you. If he ever smelled it elsewhere it would immediately bring you to the forefront of his mind. You separate from him sooner than he would’ve liked but Kenma and Bokuto had arrived and so you went over to greet them.

The night went by in a blur for Kuroo. There was food and movies, a couple of games, and you had all chatted about whatever. The only thing he could focus on, however, was the way that Bokuto looked at you, the way he made you laugh, the way he touched your arm and he felt that jealousy bubble up again. All he could think was that should be me. Why can’t I just tell her?

Because you could ruin everything if you did, the sabotaging voice in the back of his head told him.

He needed to get his mind off of you, needed to distract himself from his feelings for you. But do I really want to? He was unsure, that was until he saw Bokuto give you an innocent little kiss on the cheek when he left later on. It was no different than the friendly kisses on the cheek you would get from Kenma but it made him angry. And he knew it shouldn’t so he decided then that he did need to find a way to distract himself from his feelings for you.

It had been a couple of weeks since the movie night at your house and Kuroo had been acting strange ever since. He didn’t hang out with you as much as he usually did and when he did hang out he acted distant. Things you would say or do that would normally have him laughing hysterically, now didn’t even really get a response like he wasn’t even paying attention.

What was wrong with him? Did I do something to upset him? You had no idea but it was breaking your heart little by little. Now you were sitting in Kenma’s room, playing a game with him.

“Do you know what Tetsu’s problem is?”

“Not sure. He hasn’t talked to me about it but I don’t think his new girlfriend is helping.”

“Girlfriend?” You ask with surprise.

This was the first you’d heard of it and you felt your stomach lurch, threatening to spill its contents.

“Yeah. I guess she asked him out a couple of weeks ago and he said yes but she isn’t a nice person so I don’t know why he’s dating her.”

“Am I not worthy of hearing about this? I mean we’re supposed to be best friends.”

“He didn’t tell you? That’s weird.”

“I’m going to text that jerk right now.”

You pick up your phone, open the text thread, and send him a message.

You: “You have a girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Tetsu: “Oh yeah. I guess I forgot.”

You: “Forgot? We’re best friends and you just forgot?”

Tetsu: “Yeah, sorry.”

You: “Well do I ever get to meet her?”

Tetsu: “I guess. Are you at Kenma’s? We can stop by there before we go out.”

You: “Yeah I am.”

Tetsu: “See you in a little bit then.”

You put your phone to the side.

“They’re coming over here. Sorry Kenny.”

“It’s fine but you’re going to hate her.” He responds as he continues to play his game.

Ten minutes later you hear a voice come from Kenma’s bedroom door.

“Oh wow, is this really your room Kenma? Are you sure you’re old enough to be in college? Because it looks like a 12 year old lives here.” Kuroo’s girlfriend says.

Your eyes widen at how rude she just was. She’s pretty but Kenma is right she isn’t very nice.

Kenma just rolls his eyes and ignores her as he continues to play.

“Haha, yeah Kenma loves his games.” Kuroo laughs but you can tell it’s one of those fake ones people do when they’re embarrassed. “Anyway this is my girlfriend, gf/n.”

You decide that you will do your best to be nice for Kuroo’s sake.

“Hi, I’m Tetsu’s frien—“ Before you can finish speaking she cuts you off.

“Yeah, yeah I know who you are.” She shoots you a glare. “Ok I met her. Can we leave now? I don’t want to look at this bitch anymore.” She says with disgust.

You see annoyance flicker across Kuroo’s face at her words.

Oh hell no is she getting away with that, you think.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me? If there’s a bitch in here then it’s clearly your rude ass.” You get up off the bed where you were sitting and go to approach her only for Kenma to stop you.

“Calm down.” He says as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you to him to keep you in place.

“Yeah ok. Let’s go.” Kuroo says as he leads her away from you and out the front door.

Once they’re gone, Kenma lets you go.

“I told you that you were going to hate her. She’s rude to everyone.”

You clench your fists and let out a frustrated shriek.

“What a fucking bitch! Why the fuck is he dating someone like that?”

“I’m not sure.” He tells you though the look in his eyes suggests otherwise, still you decide not to press him for an answer.

Kuroo sits on his couch. It had been a week since he’d introduced you to his girlfriend, gf/n. Ugh, that didn’t even sound right to him. The only one he wanted to call his girlfriend was you.

Why was he even dating her? Oh right, to forget he’s in love with you. Too bad it’s not working. It’s making him think about you even more actually because he can’t help but compare the two of you.

She was pretty. You were beautiful.

You were sweet, kind, thoughtful, caring, funny, and smart. She had been nothing but rude and nasty to everyone, including him a few times.

You fit so perfectly in his arms like it was where you were meant to be, He had to stop himself from pushing her off of him when she would hug him and he would always come up with an excuse to dodge having to kiss her.

He felt an ache in his chest with every beat of his heart as he thought about you. He’d been acting like such a jerk to you too since he started dating her. He knew he needed to break up with her, you were right, she was a rude bitch.

A knock on his door stirs Kuroo from his thoughts. He gets up and opens it, on the other side stands Kenma. He glances around before he speaks.

“Is she here?”

“Who? Oh, gf/n? No, I’m supposed to meet her later.” Kuroo tells him and lets him into the house.

“Good. We need to talk Kuroo.”

“What’s up?”

“First of all, you’re being a jerk to y/n. She’s supposed to be one of your best friends yet you’ve done nothing but blow her off and ignore her. It’s messed up.” He looks right into Kuroo’s eyes as he says it.

Kuroo flinches slightly at Kenma’s words despite already knowing it was the truth.

“Second of all, you need to get rid of that bitch you’re calling a girlfriend. She’s not a nice person. She’s rude to everyone. The team doesn’t want her to come anywhere near them so tell her to stay away or you’re going to have a problem on your hands.”

“Ok fine. I’ll tell her not to come to practices anymore. She’ll probably be happy about that actually.”

“And lastly, not only is she rude to all of us but she gets downright nasty with y/n. I have to keep stopping her from punching your “girlfriend” in the face.” He says, using air quotes when saying girlfriend. “The other day we were eating lunch together and your “girlfriend” came over to us. She ignored me completely which I was fine with but she had the nerve to insult your other best friend. You remember her, right?”

He winces at Kenma’s words.

“The bitch told y/n to stay away from you and that you didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.”

Kuroo lets out a groan and pinches the bridge of his nose as Kenma continues to speak.

“I’m not really sure what you’re thinking but deal with it instead of running away from it.”

Being called out on his bullshit causes Kuroo to get defensive.

“I’m not running away from anything and her name isn’t bitch, it’s gf/n.”

Kenma lets out a derisive laugh.

“Yeah, funny how that’s all you call her by, her name. Don’t people usually have pet names for their girlfriends? Like kitten?” He pretends to think. “Or maybe, chibi-chan?” He gives Kuroo a pointed look before leaving.

“Damn it! What the fuck am I doing?” He says to the emptiness of the room after Kenma’s departure.

Damn Kenma’s observational skills. He loved them on the volleyball court but not when they were used against him.

I can’t just let him think he can read me so easily so I won’t. He had his pride and he could be stubborn when he wanted to be. He was not going to let Kenma know how easily he had seen right through him.

Kuroo looks at the clock and sighs. Time to get ready to see his “girlfriend.”

The following Saturday you were sitting in your living room with Kenma and Bokuto. You invited them over to watch movies again and had hoped Kuroo would come too.

“Is Kuroo coming?” Bokuto asks.

You sigh.

“No. I invited him but he said he had plans with that bitch.”

That was her name now as far as you were concerned after the multiple times she had gone out of her way to be nasty to you.

“Why is he still with her? I thought he was supposed to be smart. He must know that she isn’t worth his time. I saw her screaming at him outside the gym last week when we went there for another practice match so she isn’t even nice to him. Did you talk to him?”

“I did.” Kenma answers. “He didn’t listen, obviously. Though thankfully she stays away from the team now. I think that’s what she was screaming at him about actually, I heard some of it. Apparently we’re jealous of how happy she makes him or some nonsense and he should stop being friends with us.”

“He didn’t really respond to her from what I saw when I walked by, he didn’t even see me.” Bokuto says.

“Yeah he just stood there and let her scream. He really needs to get rid of her.”

“Are you serious? She just screamed at him? I swear I will knock that bitch out for treating him like that. I’m going to corner his ass after practice on Monday and try to talk some sense into him. Maybe he needs to hear it from someone a little louder.”

“Yeah you tell him kitty cat.” Bokuto cheers.

“Oh I will. Don’t worry. Now let’s pick something to watch.”

True to your word, there you were Monday after practice waiting for Kuroo to emerge from the locker room. Once he came out, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him along to the now empty gym.

“Why did you drag me in here?”

“Because we need to talk. Look I’m just going to say it, you need to dump that nasty bitch.”

Kuroo sighs.

“Look just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean I should dump her.”

“That isn’t even it. She isn’t even a nice person. You deserve someone so much better than her. Someone who is sweet and caring like you. Someone who is smart and funny like you. Someone who will take care of you and treat you like the amazing guy that you are. Someone who will love you for you. And I’m sorry but that isn’t her. You deserve someone who makes you smile and happy every day not someone who screams at you and treats you and all of the people you care about like shit. You’d be so much better off without her Tetsu.”

Kuroo listens to all you have to say. You were right of course. He knew this. He knew it before Kenma had even spoken to him. It had been nothing more than an experiment and it had failed miserably. Maybe that made him a jerk for using someone like that but he had gone into it genuinely hoping that he could find someone else he liked. He should have known that it would never work though, he was way too in love with you. Even if he had found a sweet girl who he liked he still would never have been able to be with anyone but you.

This had all taken way too long for him to truly understand. He had just been way too worried, or maybe it was scared, that it would all blow up in his face and so he did exactly what Kenma said. He tried running from it instead of dealing with it and now here he was. His feelings for you had only grown more intense and it was just his sheer stubbornness that was preventing him from doing what needed to be done.

He felt beat up and drained from this “relationship.” He needed to get out and he needed to tell you how he felt.

Your voice brings him back to reality.

“Tetsu, I’m one of your best friends, I want you to be happy. And I’m not the only one who’s worried about you either. All the rest of your friends are too, Kenma, the guys on the team.”

He knew it was true that you and Kenma and everyone else were concerned about him. He knew it was time to end this before it got even worse and it was already terrible.

“Even Bokuto is worried about you. He doesn’t even see you as often as the rest of us but he knows you’re not happy.”

Bokuto, yes he must have gotten together with you by now, he thought as he remembered all the laughs and flirtation that went on between the two of you. He told himself he could be happy for you both, you were his friends, even if it also broke his heart. And yet he still felt the slightest glimmer of hope that maybe he still had a chance. It was that little bit of hope that was keeping the jealousy he felt simmering in his gut from rising up. That is until you blindsided him.

“He agrees with the rest of us, how you deserve someone better. We were talking about it the other day when he came over my house.”

His mouth went dry and he could hear his heart thudding in his ears. Bokuto had been at your house. Alone with you. He felt his stomach drop and his heart clench as his mind wandered, led astray by the jealousy that he’d only had a tenuous grip on.

What had the two of you been doing in your house? Cuddling? Kissing? Had he touched you? Had the two of you done something even more?

He couldn’t control it, the jealousy had taken over and his anger surged. He was more angry at himself than anything else, he’d lost his chance because he had been too chicken to tell you his true feelings. Unfortunately, he let it come out and he directed it straight at you.

“Is that all? Why are you even here? Just to lecture me? Shouldn’t you be under Bokuto somewhere instead?”

Your mouth drops open at his words. Had he really just said that to you?

“What the fuck did you just say?” You feel your pulse quicken as your own anger rises.

“Oh I’m sorry, is it Kenma’s turn then?” He replies in a mocking tone.

Your anger surges and before you even realize what’s happening, your fist connects with your best friend’s face. You didn’t even register the pain in your hand when you shoved him after.

“I came here because I care about you and I’m worried about you and that’s what you say to me? Go to hell Kuroo.”

You turn and run from the gym refusing to let him see the tears that had begun running down your cheeks.

Kuroo regretted it all as soon as he said it. Regretted it even more when you punched him in the face. Who knew you had such a vicious right hook? But the fact that you called him Kuroo instead of Tetsu hurt him more than any punch to the face could. You hadn’t called him that since you first met when you were kids. He had fucked up badly and all because he couldn’t be honest with you or himself. This whole situation could have been avoided.

He knew he deserved all of it though, including the black eye you’d given him. That had been three days ago now and he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of you since. He ended up dumping his “girlfriend” that night and it was like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He would have felt happier than he had in a month if he hadn’t said what he did to you.

He should never have let it go on for as long as he had, maybe he could have gotten his chance with you. Instead he was lamenting the fact that he had hurt the one person he loved more than anyone, the one he had never wanted to hurt. What a fool he had been.

Laying on his bed, he stares up at the ceiling when he hears a familiar yet less cheery than normal voice enter the room.

“Hey” Bokuto says as he stands in the doorway and leans against the frame.

“What do you want?” Kuroo asks in a somber tone.

“What did you say to her bro? She was so pissed but I think she was more sad than anything.”

Kuroo feels his heart clench at the thought that he had made you sad. Your anger he would gladly take. But your tears? He couldn’t handle that.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Look I know she went to talk to you about, uh, gf/n. Right? Anyway, she’s just worried about you and so are the rest of us. She isn’t a good person for you, she’ll just drag you down. You deserve b—“

He cuts Bokuto off.

“I deserve better than her? Yeah well unfortunately the one who’s best for me is with you.” Kuroo says in a dejected tone.

Bokuto furrows his brow in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know who I’m talking about, you’re always flirting with her and shit. Congrats, I’m happy for you. Just make sure you treat her well.”

“Wait, do you think y/n and I are a couple? Just because I say flirty stuff to her? That’s just for fun, it’s not serious. Besides why would that bother you…oh I get it now. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“What difference does it make? You can stop lying to make me feel better. I know you spend time at her house, she told me herself that you were there the other day. I’m sure you two got really close while you were alone together.”

“Dude, seriously? We watched movies and I wasn’t alone with her. Kenma was there too, you can go ask him yourself. I’ll just wait for you to come apologize to me afterwards for being such an idiot. Don’t worry I’ll forgive you because I’m a great guy like that.” Bokuto tells him before flashing a confident grin and leaving Kuroo’s house.

After Bokuto leaves, Kuroo goes rushing over to Kenma’s house and bursts into his room where he finds him playing a game. Kenma glances away from the screen at Kuroo’s entrance before looking back at it.

“You were at her house with Bokuto?” He asks, slightly out of breath from running over.

“Wow, you’re so dumb Kuroo. I thought you were supposed to be so smart. Yes I was there with Bokuto and you should have been too but you blew her off again and went out with your “girlfriend” instead.”

“Shit! I can’t believe I forgot about that.” Kuroo says as he sits on Kenma’s bed and puts his head in his hands.

“Yeah, well, you were preoccupied. Where is the bitch anyway?”

“How should I know? I dumped her three days ago.”

“Well that’s good at least. Honestly you should have just told y/n that you loved her from the start, geez.”

“I know but I was too scared that she might reject me and then never want to talk to me again.”

“You know that she would never do that, she cares about you too much.”

“I know that I should have dumped that girl after you talked to me too but I didn’t like how easily you saw through me and I didn’t want you to know that you were right. I really am dumb.”

Kuroo lets out a sorrowful sigh.

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me, Kenma?”

“Of course she will but you better beg for her forgiveness and finally tell her the truth.”

Two more days passed and Kuroo had apologized to Bokuto for being an idiot and Bokuto forgave him just like he said that he would.

You, however, had expertly evaded all of his attempts to get ahold of you and he was starting to wonder if he’d ever even see you again let alone talk to you. He still hadn’t caught a single glance of you, you wouldn’t answer his calls or respond to his messages, when he went to your house you would ignore him.

As he left his tenth message of the day for you, he made his way over to Kenma’s house. When he entered his friend’s room, he was greeted with his first glimpse of you in nearly a week.

“Sorry Kenny, I have to go.” You say as you get up and head for the door but before you could leave Kuroo catches you by the wrist.

“Wait chibi-chan.”

You just look down and shake him off before disappearing out the front door.

“She told me what you said to her. You fucked up so bad Kuroo. You totally deserved that black eye.”

“Yeah I know I did. But how am I supposed to talk to her and apologize if she doesn’t want to be anywhere near me?”

“I don’t know but you better figure out something before you lose your chance for good.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you water your garden. You didn’t know what else to do after you fled Kenma’s house. You weren’t even sure how you felt anymore, aside from sad at the whole situation. Sad about what had happened between you and Kuroo, you knew he couldn’t have meant what he said he was just upset but it still hurt you, and sad that he was dating someone so awful. He was far too kind, thoughtful, and caring to be with someone as vile as that girl. Most of all you just missed him, your best friend, the sweet goofy guy that you had fallen madly in love with.

You swipe at your cheeks to rid them of the tears when you hear that voice, the one that you loved so much.

“Hey chibi-chan, can we please talk?” Kuroo asks. Closing the gate behind him, he approaches you.

You stop watering and look at him.

“Are you even allowed to? What would your “girlfriend” say?”

Just as you are about to put the hose down and go into your house, locking him out, his voice stops you.

“I dumped her. You were right, you all were. I was just being stubborn or stupid. Maybe both.”

“Definitely both. I’m glad you started thinking with your brain again instead of something else.”

Kuroo laughs to himself.

“Yeah, funny thing is I never even kissed her. Forget about anything else.”

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“Yeah. There’s only one person I want to kiss and it wasn’t her.”

Before you can process what he just said, he rushes on.

“I am so sorry kitten. I never should have said what I did. I didn’t mean it at all. I know you’re not like that.” He moves in front of you and gets on his knees. “Please forgive me, I’m begging you. I wouldn’t be able to handle losing you.”

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and remorse written all over his face.

“You hurt me when you said that shit Tetsu.”

He felt some relief at hearing his name, at least he wasn’t Kuroo anymore.

“I know I did. Let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything. You can punch me again if you want, which by the way where the hell did you learn to hit like that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“You didn’t mean it?” You ask even though you already know he didn’t.

“No, of course not.” He says before mumbling under his breath, “I was just being stupid.”

“What was that?” You ask having not quite caught what he just said.

“Nothing. Please forgive me chibi-chan. I need you in my life.”

You let out a sigh. You knew he was being genuine and you loved him too much to not forgive him.

“Well lucky for you, I don’t want to lose you either. You’re too important to me.”

Kuroo’s face brightens.

“Does that mean you forgive me?”

“That depends. Are you back to being my Tetsu? Or are you still the jerk that you’ve been for the past month?”

“I’m your Tetsu, I promise kitten.”

“Hmm..” You pretend to be lost in thought looking at him before a mischievous grin breaks out across your face.

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at you and then you’re spraying him with the hose you still have in your hand.

“Oops, my finger slipped.” You laugh as he shakes his arms to get some of the water off.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that.”

You let out a little shriek when he rises to his feet. You drop the hose and run.

Kuroo chases you around your yard, both of your laughs echoing off of the nearby trees. It doesn’t take long before you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, lift you up, and spin you around. This causes the both of you to fall onto the soft grass. You land on your back and Kuroo somehow manages to land on top of you, using his forearms to brace himself so he doesn’t crush you.

Hovering above you, he stares deeply into your eyes with a serious intensity.

“I want to kiss you so badly. I have for a while now.” He glances to your lips before returning his gaze to your eyes.

Your eyes widen with his confession, your heart racing in your chest.

“So what’s stopping you then?”

A big smile spreads across Kuroo’s face and then he’s pressing his lips tenderly against yours.

You lose yourself in the kiss, lips parting slightly allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth and begin a dance with yours. Your one hand finds its way into his hair while the other one rests against the back of his neck. Your heart pounds and your mind races. How many times had you imagined what his kiss would feel like? A countless number it seemed and yet the real thing was so much better than anything you had ever imagined.

You could feel all the love and care he was pouring into this kiss and you did the same. It seemed like hours and yet seconds at the same time when he separated from your mouth.

“I’m so in love with you chibi-chan. You fit so perfectly in my arms and I know that it’s where you belong. I want nothing more than to hold you close each and every day. I’m just sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was afraid that I might lose you if you didn’t feel the same. I’m a dumbass.”

“Oh Tetsu, I’ve been in love with you for a while now and I thought the same damn thing as you. So I guess we’re both dumbasses.” You let out a chuckle and he does too.

“I guess we are, but that doesn’t matter now. Will you be mine chibi-chan?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

“Good then I’m going to hold you close every day. You’re mine and I’m yours from now on.” He says with a smile.

“Always and forever, my Tetsu.” You say with a smile before he captures your lips once more in another loving kiss.

#kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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writesowhatnext · 4 years ago

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love is learning // sirius black

Summary: Sirius & the reader have a friends-with-benefits relationship – is that enough?

Request: nopeee

A/N: my fave boy and my fave trope?? obviously

Reader: female, prefect

Warnings: British swears? Allusions to sex

“Blimey Pads, you look knackered.”

Sirius Black was loud, obnoxious, charming and always full of life. He tended to be a very prominent character during breakfast in great hall: constantly showing off and making very awful, very theatrical jokes. That was until about 3 months ago. James, Remus and Peter would’ve been worried had they not know the exact reason why his behaviour had taken such a sharp turn.

“I wonder why.” Remus said softly, his smirk disappearing into his mug. Sirius’ dark grey eyes, paralleled only by the bags under his eyes, glared across the table.

“You coming in every night at Merlin knows when would keep me up too, if I wasn’t so used it.” James snorted, biting into his toast as Sirius sent him the driest look he’d ever seen.

“Why don’t you ever stay the night, again?” Peter asked, flicking through his post.

“Because, Wormtail,” James said; a man who had asked the same question himself many a time. “It’s a very complicated situation you see-“

“A very, very complicated situation.” Remus added.

“Yes, you see, they’re just friends-“

“And she always kicks him out, Prongs, don’t forget.”

“Very good point, Mooney. But they’re just friends and well, she’s a prefect, you see, so she doesn’t share her room.”

“Just friends that shag.”

“Friends that shag, indeed.”

Sirius’s expression soured even further as they laughed at him, his grimace drawing his brows further and further together. He grumbled before standing up from the table, his hair falling in front of his face as he stacked his books on top of each other. “Tossers.” He muttered, leaving both the table and their incessant laughter in his wake.

Still chuckling into his tea, Remus looked across the great hall to see you, your tie barely trying, with your chin resting on your fist and your eyes closed. Your friends around you were completely ignoring you, them too accustomed to the aftermath of you and Sirius’ late-night routines. He had potions with you first and he was going to figure out why you and Sirius hadn’t just got together already.

Seeing you walk into potions prompted a smile on his face that he was hard-pressed to conceal: your scowl was identical to Sirius’ and it was abundantly clear you wanted to be anywhere but sitting in potions next to Remus. Life’s hard like that.

“You alright there, Y/N?” he asked as you sat down, slamming your books onto the desk. You merely groaned in response. “Busy night?”

The look you shot him made him laugh.

“That I expected from Potter, but not you, Remus.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s just get you through this class as fast as possible.”

“Perfect.”

Halfway through Slughorn’s class, you couldn’t help but notice how decidedly quiet Remus was. He was practically humming with unanswered questions and it was beginning to annoy you.

“Remus,” you snapped as his foot drummed against the wooden floors for the sixth time. “Ask what you want to ask.”

You didn’t know exactly what your expected, but what he asked was certainly not it.

“Why are you so scared of being with him?”

“What?”

You’d forgotten how observant Remus was. How smart he could be.

“I don’t understand why you’d be so against actually sleeping with him unless you were scared.” He frowned silently and you watched the way the scars on his face twisted. “I don’t understand what you’re scared of.”

You didn’t so much as sigh as exhale very sharply, trying to cover up how much you dreading answering this question. You trusted Remus though; he was a good friend.

“He’s Sirius Black. He’s shagged basically everyone in the year and he’s the most ridiculously obnoxious guy I’ve met in my whole life.” Flicking through your potions textbook to find the instructions for your last potion, you busied your hands with curling the pages. “But he’s a lot more than that. He’s smart and funny and he’s actually really kind and if I know more about him… Like how he is when he sleeps. Or whether he’s ticklish or whatever. I know I will like him a lot more than I should.” You coughed. “Anyway, we’re just friends.”

Remus didn’t reply. He didn’t know how to, really. The end to potions was welcomed in the silence.

You and Sirius’ routine continued until Christmas and whilst you were friends and you did, indeed, shag, there was a very distinct boundary in your relationship that was not to be crossed. You didn’t expect it to be crossed on the last day of term, not even when Sirius grabbed your arm in the corridor between classes. With a smirk on his lips and a familiar light in his eyes, he pulled you closer.

“I heard you were staying over Christmas?”

“Yeah? And?” The feeling of his hand on your upper arm and his breath in your ear as he spoke reminded you of the night before.

“I’m the only one in my dormitory tonight. Everyone’s going home.”

“And?”

He rolled his eyes. “So, come to mine tonight instead.”

You paused, musing slightly and looking past him to avoid his perfect face and perfect eyes and hair. The sky was dark outside but the halls of Hogwarts were vibrant with students excited to return home. When you looked back at him, Sirius’ eyebrow was raised expectantly.

“Sure.”

The rest of the day was uneventful and whilst it was odd to trek to Sirius’ room for your nightly activities, it was no less fun than usual.

Sirius stirred very, very late at night. He didn’t remember falling asleep – the last thing he remembered was your hot breath on his collar bones, your hands on his chest. At first, he heard the thunder, loud and echoing through the room with lightning sending bright flashes through the windows. Then, he heard sniffing. Blinking to rid sleep from his eyes, he tried to focus in the darkness. Thanks to the lightning, he could see the outline of your body; the way you flinched at each fork across the sky and the way your shoulders wobbled with each sniff.

“Y/N?” He whispered, pulling back the covers of his bed and sitting up. “Are you okay?”

He saw you nod but as another flash of lightning lit up your form, he was far from convinced.

“I don’t like thunder?” you said softly, into the darkness. Sirius didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Come here.”

He pulled back the duvet, revealing the place you’d been about ten minutes earlier – only in a very different sense: comfort, not pleasure.

“What?”

“Come here.” He stressed. His heart broke at your expression: your brows drawn downwards and your eyes screwed shut at each rumble.

“But-“

“Just come here.”

You thought about it for a moment; too many thoughts racing through your mind. The next flash made your mind up for you. He leant backwards slightly as you removed your trousers and as you crawled onto the bed, he leant back even further. His skin was still warm. His arms crept around you, pulling you closer. So, you lay there. With one hand under you, around your waist, and his other resting quietly, intimately, on your cheek, his eyes bored into yours, even in the darkness.

“I didn’t know you were scared of thunder, love.”

You flinched as the heavy thrum of the sky returned, inching closer to Sirius and placing your hands yet again onto his chest, unsure what to do with them.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You said, looking up at him as he rested his forehead against yours.

“That’s a shame. There’s a lot I’d like to know.”

You hoped the thunder would hide the way your breath caught in your throat.

“Like what?”

He hummed slightly as he lifted his chin, noticing you wince. He moved his hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer to tuck you into his chest. You were grateful for the comfort his warmth, the rhythm of his breathing.

“I was wondering yesterday what your favourite number is. Your favourite colour. If you like pickles.”

“I was wondering if you were ticklish,” You dragged your hand down his chest to circle his waist: partly to bring him closer, partly to maybe figure it out. “And whether you liked dogs.”

He chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I think I’d enjoy you finding out.”

“Me too.”

There was a comfortable pause. You enjoyed the feeling of Sirius’s thumb brushing against your hair.

“I don’t think anyone likes pickles.” You pushed the side of your face into his shoulder. “I certainly don’t.”

He hummed again.

“That’s good to know.”

#Sirius Black imagine #harry potter #Harry Potter imagine #sirius black x reader #marauders #marauders imagine #imagine #writing #sirius black

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set-phasers-to-whump · 3 years ago

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danger: do not enter water

prompt: drowning

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

hi it’s ya boy back with more nick whump! this fic is an au of sorts to la llorona. if you’re thinking “wait a minute phase, didn’t you already write an au to la llorona?” you are correct! however this is my absolute fave episode and also i learned some new info about the setting from my trip a few months ago so i simply Had To write this. anyway the gist of that info is that the waters at kelley point park are super duper strong and unpredictable and like, several people have drowned there. there are signs Everywhere telling you not to go in the water (which is what my title is from lol). that is more than enough out of me now, hope you enjoy this fic!

Hank and Espinosa grab the kids as Nick runs full speed into La Llorona, tackling her away from them. Hank looks down at the three children for a moment, reassuring them that everything will be alright, and when he looks back up both Nick and La Llorona are gone, disappeared beneath the water.

“Nick!” he shouts, but there is no response. Everything is deadly silent. He holds his breath, as if to measure how much air Nick might have.

A few seconds later, Nick’s head breaks through the surface of the water, way farther out than Hank would’ve thought he could’ve gotten in such a short time. He breathes a sigh of relief that immediately turns into a surprised shout as Nick suddenly sinks back under the water - is pulled under, by the looks of it, by La Llorona. Everything goes silent and still again.

He’ll give Nick thirty seconds to win this fight before going after him. He doesn’t hold his breath this time - not if he’s going to need to dive under the water himself.

Thirty seconds pass. Nothing. Hank starts walking forwards, and Espinosa grabs his arm firmly. She looks at him and shakes her head, opens her mouth to say something that Hank doesn’t hear. He pulls away from her grasp and is about to go running into the water when finally, Nick surfaces again, even farther out than he had been before. Even from the shore, Hank can hear him coughing and gasping for breath, but all that means is that he’s alive.

“Nick!” he shouts again. “Are you okay? Nick!”

Nick doesn’t answer. Strangely, he looks like he’s stopped moving completely. And then, he goes back under, but this time, it doesn’t look as though he’s been suddenly pulled - he looks more like he’s being swept away, or slowly dragged, and then Hank remembers something very important about where they are.

The confluence of two very powerful rivers. A park where several people have drowned because of strong currents and unpredictable conditions. Conditions that Nick had gone running headfirst into.

For a horrible second, Hank stands there on the beach with no idea of what to do. If Nick isn’t strong enough to fight against the water, Hank isn’t going to fare any better, but it’ll take way too long for any kind of rescue team to arrive. He doesn’t know what he can do.

But evidently, Espinosa does. “Watch the kids,” she says, and before he can say anything in response, she’s racing into the water at a superhuman speed.

He watches her, keeping the three children close by, as she swims with surprising ease out into the water. He watches her disappear, just as Nick had done, but unlike Nick, she reappears a second later, several yards away from where she’d just been. She does this two more times, and on the third, when she surfaces, she’s pulling Nick along with her.

Espinosa makes her way back to shore, her speed hardly hampered by Nick’s weight. As soon as she stops swimming and stands up on solid ground, Hank runs out to meet her, splashing through the cold water as she trudges closer to him, Nick’s body draped awkwardly over her shoulder.

Hank takes one of Nick’s arms and pulls it over his own shoulder, and together the two of them pull him to the shore, depositing him onto the sand.

Hank fumbles in his pockets for his fortunately-dry phone, which he quickly passes off to Espinosa. “Call 911,” he says, grabbing Nick’s wrist and feeling for a pulse.

“Is he- ” Espinosa starts, her fingers dialing.

“No pulse,” Hank says, as Espinosa begins speaking to the 911 operator. He puts a hand to Nick’s chest. “And he’s not breathing. I’m starting CPR.”

Distantly, Hank hears Espinosa convey this information to the operator, hears her say something to the children, as he begins pressing down onto Nick’s chest, counting the beats aloud. He feels Nick’s ribs start to give beneath his hands, then hears a cracking sound. He flinches but doesn’t stop. Broken ribs are good. They mean the compressions are going deep enough. And they’re a hell of a lot better than dying.

After thirty seconds, Hank pauses his compressions and covers Nick’s mouth with his own, delivering two quick rescue breaths. Then it’s back to the compressions, then the rescue breaths, then compressions…

And then Nick’s eyes open, unfocused and confused. They widen quickly, out of pain or fear or shock, Hank doesn’t know. He doesn’t much care, at the moment. Nick is alive, which is all that matters. He stops his compressions and rolls Nick onto his side in the recovery position.

“He’s breathing!” he calls out to Espinosa, pretending not to notice the slight tremble in his voice.

“Ambulance is seven minutes out!” she shouts back. “And they’re telling the parents and your precinct that the children are safe!”

Hank nods, though he knows Espinosa can’t see him. He’s looking at Nick, just lying there on the sand, and he wants nothing more than to help him up and wrap him in his coat and get him warm and dry. But the recovery position is the protocol, and Hank figures he can follow at least one rule today. So he leaves Nick lying down on his side, but puts a hand on his back and rubs it in circles and listens to Nick’s breathing. It’s ragged and sort of gasping, but it’s there. And then Nick coughs, and doesn’t stop coughing, and then he’s vomiting up mouthful after mouthful of water, and Hank thinks of how long he’d been under the water, and he thinks of how much this must be hurting his chest, and he thinks that Nick almost died, and he dimly feels his hands start to shake as the adrenaline wears off. Nick had almost died.

He’s startled out of his rapidly spiraling thoughts by a soft sound from Nick, something between a whimper and a sob. He’s never heard Nick make a sound like that before, and it makes something protective and fierce flare up in his chest. To hell with the recovery position, he decides, and gently guides Nick upwards into what could charitably be called a sitting position, pulling him close. Nick is wet and cold and shivering, and he’s still breathing raggedly, but the water that had nearly killed him is out of his system and he is breathing and his heart is beating and he’s alive, which is damn well good enough. Hank holds him tightly, trying to be mindful of his almost-certainly-broken ribs, one hand firmly holding the back of his head, fingers tucked into his soaking hair, the other hand on his back, fingers splayed out, keeping Nick from falling backwards into the sand.

Hank speaks to Nick for the first time since he’d shouted at him across the water. It’s really nothing at all, just a constant repetition of you’re okay, you’re okay, and he has no idea how much of that repetition, that insistence, is for Nick’s benefit and how much is to reassure and convince himself that Nick really is okay.

Nick has been shaking this entire time, so it takes Hank a moment to realize that the shaking isn’t only from the cold. Nick is crying, almost silent except for the occasional hitch in his still-uneven breathing. Hank feels Nick’s hands come up to rest on his back, then fall back down, as though moving them had been too tiring. He pulls Nick somehow closer still and guides his head down to rest against his shoulder. He cards his fingers through Nick’s hair and moves his other hand up and down his back, as though the movement alone will warm him up, comfort him, convince him of the words he’s been repeating over and over.

“You’re okay,” he says, for what feels like the thousandth time. He feels Nick give a small, jerky nod, and thinks that he could cry in relief. He laughs wetly instead.

“I’m glad we agree,” Hank whispers, and in a moment of sheer relief, he bends his head down slightly and presses a quick, soft kiss to Nick’s hair. “You really are okay.”

aaaa thanks sm for reading this! everything in here is as accurate as i could make it and i researched like. all of it. fun facts for you: jaguars are super strong swimmers and rescue breaths are still used in cpr when the victim has drowned. hopefully you will not need to use that second bit of info but hey. the more you know. anyway i hope you liked this!!!!

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump3 #grimm #nick burkhardt #drowning #i say things #my writing #i wrote this as pre ship but you can read it howsoever you choose!#anyway kelley point park is actually super nice and very pretty but also it Can kill you #which i think is fun #anyway there are literally signs like every 20 feet in like 20 different languages saying 'yo don't swim here'#not that anyone would have paid attention to them given their situation but like. oughh the moment i saw them signs i Knew what i had to wri #*write #ok im done talking now. hope u enjoyed!

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piastri · 3 years ago

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Tumblr Tag Game

Been waiting to do this one so thank you for tagging me Anna! @gp2engine 💛

1. Why did you choose your url?

I had it saved since Yuki’s F3 days and was waiting for the day he got into F1 and that day came so 🎉

2. Any side blogs?

This is a sideblog, @dailycillianmurphy is another one and i have a few others mostly to save things on.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I’ve had my main since 2014... i was a lonely year 7 and for better or worse turned to tumblr for interaction.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Yeah ‘q’ coz i’m really creative like that <3

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I had a Daniel insta fanpage in 2017/18 and this was a good source for like Dan updates, so i’d occasionally reblog pictures of him. I didn’t interact with anyone or speak in the tags so it was pretty much just a place to save pics. I started being active on here in April 2019 coz I got tired of f1 reddit dudebros but still wanted to speak to people about it.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Coz that’s my baby, that’s my love 💘 My header + url are both F1 so I wanted something feeder series to reflect my blog and it’s a really nice pic of Liam who is my fave feeder series driver :)

7. Why did you choose your header?

I made a bunch of Daniel/Lewis headers last year and i thought they looked pretty so i just meshed them both together so I could have both my faves there :D

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

For once my tagging system comes in handy, it’s close between Uncle Daniel and my ‘prove them wrong’ set, they both have 1.5k notes.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I don’t really know who i’m mutuals with it’s hard to tell with sideblogs.

10. How many followers do you have?

2.6k

11. How many people do you follow?

312, 174 of which are motorsport blogs (yes i just counted and i didn’t realise i follow that many wow)

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

Yeah but i don’t do it that often, i’ll leave it to the actually funny people

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

Depends, during the work week i delete the app off my phone which decreases it a lot so probs 1-2 hours in the evening, during the weekends.... when am i not on here.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

*cricket noises* it was a while ago now, and just lead to mutual unfollowing. nowadays i just don’t respond, if u wanna argue under my posts go ahead just don’t drag me into it.

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

‘I guess it depends? Like those posts about a topic that says stuff like you need to reblog otherwise you don't care I'm always like "well now i won't do it".’ < yap agreed, or like the ‘reblog or u’ll have good/bad luck’ posts gtfo. In terms of supporting content creators, i feel like it’s beating a dead horse at this point but yeah pleaseee reblog it means a lot and motivates us to make more content so i feel like it’s a win-win situation.

16. Do you like tag games?

I really like being tagged!! I don’t talk to that many people on here so it’s nice to be acknowledged from time to time. I’ll admit i’m not the best at doing them sometimes like my brain just short circuits and for the love of god there’s only so many times i can expose my shitty music taste 😂😩

17. Do you like ask games?

I don’t do them often coz i’m scared i won’t get any asks lol, but it’s nice when people do send them and I like reading other people’s.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Cassy @dams-racing is tumblr famous as she should be :)

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I’m straight but some of my moots are very lengg, I wanna send asks gushing over them but then i’m like are we that close, are u gonna think i’m creepy? so i just send marriage propsals on anon lol

20. Tags!

Tagging: @dennishaugers (i forgot that u changed ur url djskd), @maxielstan @iguessfutball @querencva @justdrivee @brighterrdays if you haven’t already and anyone else who wants to say that i tagged you :)

#ty again for the tag <33 #tagged in

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historicity-was-already-taken · 4 years ago

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Guest Post: On Japanese Internment Camps

Since I am currently very

I’d like to post a piece of writing from one of this blog’s fave guests (and humans in general), Dr. Stephanie Hinnershitz; please note that this was originally posted to her personal facebook page, and is shared here with her permission: There's a reason why historians are moving away from using "internment" when discussing the forced removal of close to 120,000 Japanese Americans during WWII. I also realize that I recently used "internment" in an article I wrote. This was a stylistic choice on behalf of the editors and I should have pushed back more, but it made sense for context and readership. Incarceration is the appropriate term. Here's why: I received a few private messages and emails from friends and strangers asking if I knew that German Americans and Italian Americans were also interned during WWII. Yes. I am aware of this. Many times, people bring this up in a "gotcha!" way to try and prove the point that the incarceration of Japanese Americans was not racially-motivated or had no racial angle to it at all because if it did, why did close to 15,000 "white" people end up interned? In a more charitable way, people bring up the internment of German and Italian Americans because they did not know about it until well into their adult years and assume that I might not know about it. But let's return to the internment issue. I study the removal and incarceration of those--foreign and American-born--of Japanese descent. The internment of "enemy aliens" is not my area of specialty. Under American policy, internment during WWII was a specific term for the detention of immigrants who were nationals of enemy nations (Italy and Germany, for example). Now, there were certainly Japanese enemy aliens, but the majority of them were held with other German and Italian enemy aliens in detention centers overseen by the Department of Justice. Internment fell under the DOJ.

The word "internment" doesn't apply to Japanese Americans who were removed from their homes by the Army and then transferred first to "assembly" (detention) centers and later to the "relocation centers" or "camps" (or concentration camps--yes, this phrase was used by many officials in memos and correspondence--prisons, prison camps, etc.). The reason why internment is not the correct term is because the majority of those Japanese Americans who wound up in one of ten prison camps were American citizens, not "aliens." They were not "enemy aliens" because a) they were from America and America was not at war with America and b) they were citizens. Even the planners of incarceration and a lot of the military officials I researched were careful to avoid the term "internment" when discussing the removal and imprisonment of Japanese Americans after Executive Order 9066 because it was basically incorrect. (Side note: Many government and military officials knew that incarcerating American citizens was constitutionally a bad idea and tried to persuade FDR to avoid including Japanese American citizens in enemy alien roundups.)

Because internment was not really applicable to the majority of ethnically Japanese American citizens, the government created a new agency--the War Relocation Authority (WRA)--to oversee the ten prison camps. The Army was supposed to be free of any responsibility once Japanese Americans were transferred to the camps, but--if you read my article--this didn't work out. The WRA a bureaucratic nightmare, a massive waste of taxpayer money, and just a poorly-managed civilian agency tasked with running an unconstitutional program.

Internment of Germans and Italians WAS NOT the same as incarceration of Japanese Americans. Two different programs overseen by different agencies. So, really, there are responsible and interesting ways to place incarceration and internment in conversation, but you can't really responsibly do it if you're trying to say that there were not racial elements to Japanese American incarceration.

BUT--if you want to try and make that argument, here are some other reasons why you're wrong:

1) When you make a decision or policy based on the belief that an entire group of people behave a certain way because of racial characteristics, that's racism. And that's exactly what happened with Japanese American incarceration.

2) Did General John DeWitt (in charge of the military zones along the West Coast where most Japanese Americans lived) believe that ALL enemy aliens should be removed from vulnerable areas regardless of race? Yes. BUT this starts to break down once we get into citizenship...

3) German and Italian Americans (whether foreign or American-born) made up a HUGE portion of the American population, particularly on the East Coast. Initially, government officials thought that even American-born citizens of German and Italian descent should also be removed and incarcerated like Japanese American citizens, BUT Italians and German Americans should be given an opportunity to explain themselves--due process--before a committee. Japanese Americans did not receive this consideration at any point AND the idea of removing and incarcerating German American and Italian American citizens was eventually dropped. Officials argued that it would be impossible to do this because there were so many Italian Americans and German Americans. Also, because many of Italian and German descent were American citizens, they were obviously loyal to the U.S. and we shouldn't really be concerned

....

Wait--what?

I hope after reading that you were able to stop and think, "But I thought you just said the majority of Japanese Americans who ended up in the prison camps were American citizens?"

Yes! I did say that! Please continue reading.

4) Officials determined that Japanese American citizens were less trustworthy than Germans and Italian American citizens because even if ethnically Japanese individuals were born in the United States (and many of those incarcerated were members of the second generation--never been to Japan, went to public schools, had plenty of American-born friends), their parents (immigrants from Japan) were unable to naturalize or become American citizens...BECAUSE RACIST LAWS SAID ASIAN IMMIGRANTS WERE UNABLE TO NATURALIZE. See what's going on here?

5) Okay, so the next "whatboutisms" that usually pop up include planned attacks by Japan coordinated with Japanese Americans in the U.S. and the dual-citizenship of those born in America to Japanese parents. Were there attempts at or completed attacks of the West Coast by Japan? Yes, the "Bombardment of Ellwood" for example. Is there any proof that these were coordinated with the help of Japanese American citizens or even "enemy aliens?" No. Were there Japanese enemy aliens who did suspicious things or expressed anti-American attitudes? Yes--just as there were with German and Italian enemy aliens. But the fact remains that it was predominantly Japanese American CITIZENS with no connections to any subversive plans who ended up in the camps--a significant difference compared to German and Italian Americans.

As for dual citizenship, if you use this argument to justify the incarceration of Japanese Americans, congratulations! You're a bona fide 1920s racist! This is the exact argument used by 1920s racists and there's a grain of truth in there: Because of citizenship laws and negotiations in Japan and the United States, Japanese Americans born to Japanese parents in the United States before 1924 were automatically both citizens of Japan and--because of birthright citizenship under the Fourteenth Amendment--were also U.S. citizens. Officials used this to argue that with dual citizenship, even Japanese Americans born in the U.S. had loyalties to Japan and deserved to be locked up. What this argument did (and does not) take into consideration is the fact that between 1924 and 1940, Nisei (second-generation Japanese Americans) began to renounce their Japanese citizenship--approximately 70% (according to records kept by the WRA and other data). And after 1924, this dual-citizenship situation no longer existed.

6) The end result of this was that the government and the military determined that even Japanese American citizens were less trustworthy simply because they were of Japanese descent. Discrimination and segregation laws along the West Coast made sure that Japanese Americans had a difficult time fully integrating into American society...and then this was used against Japanese Americans to argue that because they remained unintegrated, this meant they were disloyal to the United States! Anti-Japanese sentiment had been building for a long time along the West Coast, and enterprising and racist politicians and farmers who wanted access to Japanese farmland (Japanese were incredibly successful farmers because they took risks and developed different crops in California especially) took advantage of wartime hysteria and lobbied for removal. And it worked.

So what does this all mean? You can't compare Japanese American incarceration to German and Italian enemy alien detention if you're trying to make the argument that there was no racism in incarceration. Some 11,000 German Americans (most enemy aliens) were interned in enemy alien detention camps. As for Italian Americans interned, you'll see the misleading figure of 600,000 Italian Americans interned. This is not true. The government classified 600,000 non-citizen Italian Americans as enemy aliens and they were placed under curfews and other restrictive actions that violated their civil liberties--but 600,000 Italian Americans were not interned. About 10,000 were removed from the West Coast and ultimately under a thousand interned--all enemy aliens, not citizens. Additionally, on Columbus Day in 1942, FDR officially declared Italian Americans no longer enemy aliens (he got a lot of pressure from Italian American Democrats in NY who basically said, "If you want our support for the New Deal, don't even think about it, clown."). Japanese American citizens were removed from their homes, placed in prison camps in terrible areas, and denied due process. People also like to say incarceration was not that bad because Japanese Americans had places to live, the camps provided games and entertainment, and they got to leave to go work by 1943. All true. But many of you can't even wear a goddamn mask without griping, so to say that "it's not a big deal" to have the government remove you from your homes and place you in a desert somewhere is a little disingenuous, no?

And if you're still going to say it's not a big deal--Japanese American citizens also had their guns confiscated. So there's that.

AND here's the best part: About 15 years ago, some members of Congress tried to issue pass legislation to issue a public apology to German Americans interned during WWII and create some required programming in school curriculum to be sure kids learned about this. But you know what? Republicans refused to have anything to do with it because it was "un-American" and unpatriotic.

#world war II #japanese internment

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panharmonium · 4 years ago

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Merlin and Naruto

I did Merlin here, so here’s Naruto! :D

[disclaimer for everyone: I have only watched up through Season 10 of Shippuden (the arc with the Five Kage Summit), and I am trying to avoid spoilers for everything after that point, so please don’t interact with this (including tags, because tumblr shows them to me automatically) unless you are avoiding ALL spoilers. For me, this includes discussion about whether you like/dislike future seasons, comparisons of various seasons in terms of quality, etc. Thanks, everyone! <3]

My favorite parent-child relationship: I know they’re not blood-related, but Iruka and Naruto have me crying every time I see them together. Naruto straight-up says that when he’s with Iruka he feels like he knows what it’s like to have a father, and honestly, Iruka loves Naruto so much at this point that he would insta-adopt him if Naruto asked. I love how Naruto always cites Iruka as the first person who cared for him even later in the show when Iruka hasn’t had as much screentime, and when I saw Iruka cry because he’s so proud of Naruto at the end of the Pain arc, it was just...too much for my little heart to handle.

My favorite sibling relationship: You know, thinking about it, almost all of the people in Naruto are only children, as far as we know! But in terms of just that sibling vibe - Sakura and Naruto definitely give me that feel. I know he has a crush on her, but their relationship has always felt more sibling-like to me, and I especially love how deep their bond has become by the time we get to Shippuden. They are just so comfortable with each other now - the depth of the love and friendship they feel for each other is palpable.

My favorite family relationship (other): I adore Naruto’s relationship with Jiraiya. That scene where Naruto falls asleep against his back almost killed me, and Jiraiya’s later line, “Your smile is my salvation” - that was too much. It absolutely destroyed me. The way Jiraiya kind of gave up on everything after his old life went to hell - neverending wars, Orochimaru gone, his original students dead, his student’s students dead, Minato dead - he just ran away after that, and it was meeting Naruto that kind of rekindled that spark of hope in him and helped him reconnect with his community and rediscover a sense of purpose in his life. Naruto enabled him to finally come home, and I think that’s beautiful.

My favorite friendship between two people: There are so many friendships in Naruto that I love (one of the greatest things about this show for me has been how little focus is given to romantic relationships, at least so far; it’s very much a friendship-oriented show), but right now I’m in a bit of a Kakashi-Yamato hole. I was super primed to not like Yamato when he first showed up, because him being there meant that my favorite character WASN’T there, and also he ended up replacing Kakashi on the one mission where the team finally found Sasuke, but the guy won me over in the end. He is one of my favorite characters now - my heart just swells every time I see him - and I think his relationship with Kakashi is super interesting. I’ve written before about how Kakashi’s only truly intimate friendships are with people who are dead, and I do think that applies when it comes to Yamato, too, even though the two of them are obviously very companionable and close. There is still a level to that relationship where Kakashi is a bit of a mentor figure, the “superior officer,” which results in a degree of (still friendly and affectionate) distance. And as with all of his other relationships, Kakashi doesn’t really confide in Yamato about his life or open up to him in the same way that he does when he talks to his dead friends - but at the same time, there is an element to their relationship that doesn’t exist in Kakashi’s other friendships, and it’s the fact that Kakashi trusts Yamato with his kids, implicitly and without reservation. Kakashi’s entire life right now is very much enmeshed in what happens to his students, and even if he doesn’t necessarily talk about that with Yamato, Yamato is still deeply involved in that work. Yamato VOLUNTEERED for that work. And he continues to dedicate himself to it even when his first mission as Kakashi’s stand-in ends up going completely off the rails and turning into WAY more than he signed up for. He keeps doing his utmost for Kakashi’s kids without it even being his original responsibility, and that is such an unusual thing, for Kakashi, who in every other circumstance is always the one stepping in to help other people, the one who always shoulders his burdens alone. Nobody ever asks Kakashi if he needs help with these incredibly high-needs children, and neither does Yamato - but the difference is that Yamato jumps in to help regardless, and he stays no matter how complicated things get. That’s huge, and it’s only going to become more important. It’s just - it is difficult for Kakashi to have intimate friendships with people who don’t share his history, and this rules out almost everybody else in the world, because all the people who truly share his own history are dead. But the degree to which Yamato has altruistically and irreversibly entwined himself into the most important parts of Kakashi’s new history - the chapters being written right now, the ones that are going to define the rest of Kakashi’s life - means that Yamato is well on his way to breaking through that wall and becoming the first exception to a universal rule. [There is a lot to be said on Kakashi’s side of this, too, like - every time Kakashi refuses to call Yamato by his code name I lose my mind just a little bit, and I have MANY thoughts about Kakashi basically dragging folks who’ve been victimized or exploited or experimented on out of ANBU and then absorbing them into his own team, where they become a part of a family-type unit that respects them and cares about them and treats them like human beings. I mean, there’s a huge difference between the Yamato we meet in S2 vs. the Yamato we know in S10 (and the same thing goes for Sai!) - and that’s something I think about a lot.]

My favorite friendship between a group: I love all of the team dynamics, but Team Gai is a fave XD The absurd contrast between oh-so-serious Neji vs. Gai/Lee’s incredible goofiness (with Tenten’s exasperation in between) is comedy gold. I screamed with laughter in S1 when Gai was trying to get Neji to put his hand in the circle and do their “shout a slogan like a sports team” thing - I’ve never seen anything funnier on this show than jonin!Neji trying to put up with Gai’s antics.

My favorite mentorship: My favorite mentorship is always Kakashi and whichever kid happens be onscreen with him at that moment, but I’ll be honest and say that Kakashi+Sasuke was the first dynamic that got me actually invested in this show (as opposed to me just watching it because it was on and not really caring what happened to any of the characters). They are still the mentorship dynamic about which I have the most complex feelings, and that is especially true after the last season we watched. I will probably end up making a separate post about this, because I still have not written down all of my thoughts about the end of Season 10 and I am still trapped in my feelings about this very lost child and the only adult who ever tried to help him the way he deserved to be helped, and I know I have way more to say about them than I can reasonably fit in this bullet point. But - the short version is that I am super compelled by the way that every tragedy that’s befallen Kakashi is precisely what shapes him into the only adult who can help this particular kid, the way seemingly senseless events ended up putting Kakashi in a position where he’s the only adult who can intervene on this kid’s behalf many, many years later. The way Sasuke’s plight (and the potential that Kakashi has to help him) suddenly grants meaning to the worst parts of Kakashi’s life - that knocks me on my butt.

My favorite rivalry: So I probably would not have said this until the episode where Kakashi comes three seconds away from being made Hokage, but I’m gonna say Gai & Kakashi, solely to express my love and appreciation for Gai in that episode. This is the ep where Gai challenges Kakashi to a race through the entire village (as a sort of “last hurrah before we can’t do this kind of silly shit anymore” thing) and Kakashi is initially kind of reluctant to do it, because he’s stressed out about a lot of things, but he does end up agreeing to it, and then he has SO much fun, and I LOVED this so much; I can’t even tell you. This moment takes place immediately after Kakashi returns from that horrible, awful confrontation with Sasuke, and everything preceding this scene was very hard for me to see, because everybody is just asking Kakashi to do more and more and more for them without giving him even a hot minute to be like “i almost just killed my own kid. i almost just had to kill my own kid, who was trying to kill my other kid, who was trying to kill kid #1 first, so i wouldn’t have assume the burden of killing him myself.” Nobody checks on him, nobody asks, and Kakashi has to just hold onto that horror and also fret over the uncertain yet chilling secrets that Madara Uchiha disclosed and also prepare to shoulder the crushing weight of an office he never asked for - AND THEN. GAI SHOWS UP. And even though Gai doesn’t really know what happened, he still checks Kakashi over from top to bottom to make sure he’s in one piece, and then he drags him into this stupid competition, and it makes Kakashi LAUGH. They go running all out across the craterized scene of devastation that used to be their home, and they have FUN doing it, and Kakashi straight-up tells Gai, “This was just what I needed,” which - god. It would be great if Kakashi had somebody he could actually talk to, sure, but there’s also a space in our lives for people who just cheer us up, no questions asked. It’s like when you tell someone you have a problem and they ask, “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to be distracted?” Sometimes you don’t need to talk about it. Sometimes you just need people who will take you for a goofy footrace and make you feel like you’re running too fast for any of your troubles to ever touch you again, for a few minutes.

My favorite hatred/antipathy: The answer to this question used to be Kakashi and Itachi, and while I’m even MORE fascinated by their dynamic now than ever, it’s taken on a whole new dimension, given that I think Itachi is (secretly) thrilled to see someone like Kakashi so committed to taking him down and keeping Sasuke safe. So, in place of that, I’ll just say that I love how much all of the Akatsuki cannot stand each other XD Almost none of them get along, and it makes me laugh every time - I can’t believe they ever get anything done, though I guess that’s to be expected when you get that many super-criminals together in a room. I especially love how they all think Orochimaru is so stupid...cannot get over them laughing at him and his body-snatching immortality schemes.

My favorite potential relationship between characters who never talk in canon: Okay, these are both silly answers, but - I would have KILLED to see Jiraiya interacting with Minato’s team. Like, I’m certain they spent time together, but honestly, what I wouldn’t give to have witnessed some of it. All I could think about during that mini-arc where Jiraiya teaches Naruto how to sync up with Gamariki was how little!Kakashi would have taken one look at the dancing frogs and decided he would be using dog!summons for the rest of his life; meanwhile Obito would have already been in the frog’s mouth begging to be launched into the air like a cannonball. Also - my sister said the other night how it is a CRIME that we never got to see Sasuke forced to interact with Jiraiya and honestly, that is too true.

#naruto #pan watches naruto #long post #meta #(sort of)

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years ago

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: Yunho

Genre: Murder mystery, a little bit of comedy, a little bit of romance and fluff

Warnings: Murder (as it is a murder mystery), mentions of it including suicide, death, blackmail, alcohol drinking

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, established marriage

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

Masterlist

Former private detective-turned-society man Jeong Yunho is brought back to sleuthing when an inventor goes missing and his mistress is murdered. With a little help from his wife, and from a martini or two.

The Thin Man

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 2

An hour since Sungyoung’s call and Yunho and Juhyun were at the living room, listening to the radio where the news of the murder was already being reported. Asta was curled up in the corner by the bed as Yunho made his way to the bar, mixing a cocktail again.

“And here’s the latest news in the Woo Jaekyung murder! The police have found out that the beautiful secretary was a gangster’s girl and is spreading the dragnet for one Choi Jongho said to be hiding out somewhere in the city. In Paris today the chamber of deputies-”

“Never mind the chamber of deputies. Choi Jongho, that’s what I want to know about,” Juhyun turned the radio off and sat by the phone. “I’m suddenly hungry, I’ll order some food,” She picked up the receiver. “That sounds like an interesting case. Wouldn’t you like to take it?” She glanced at her husband.

“I haven’t the time. I’m busy seeing that you don’t lose any of the money I married you for,” Yunho hiccuped, making her laugh.

Juhyun was watching him take another drink, ordering food right away when room service picked up on the other line. “Did you get any more information out of headquarters?”

“I know as much as they do,” Yunho replied. “Woo Jaekyung was shot and killed about nine or nine-thirty. Body discovered on the floor of the bedroom a little after eleven-”

“Who discovered it?” Juhyun asked.

“That would surprise you. Yang Hyomin.”

“Park Sungyoung’s mother, right? What was she doing there?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s Park Junho?”

“Still missing,” Yunho mumbled, putting the shaker away.

“Missing? But Hongjoong was going to see him, didn’t he?” He had an appointment,” Juhyun looked surprised.

“I spoke to Hongjoong. Junho never showed up. No one knows where he is.”

“That sounds like a good case. Girl mysteriously murdered. No one knows who did it. They haven’t found any clues yet. No gun, no fingerprints,” Juhyun eyed him knowingly.

Yunho paused and gently pinched her cheek. “I don’t want to know anything else about it.”

Juhyun wrinkled her nose and laughed as she hung up, sighing. “It’s going to be pretty tough on Sungyoung, isn’t it?”

“Mm? Why?” He sat down next to her.

“It very nearly looks as if Park Junho skipped one appointment to keep another, with Woo Jaekyung,” Juhyun leaned on him.

“You think he killed her?”

“Oh, it’s just a guess. You’re the detective around here, Yuyu,” She pinched his cheek. They looked up when the doorbell suddenly rang.

“That must be Sungyoung. She said she wanted to see me,” Yunho got up from the couch and padded to the door, Asta following him close behind. As he had expected, Sungyoung was standing behind the door, looking shaken. “Come in, Sungyoung,” He stepped aside right away to let her in.

“Thank you, is anyone else here?” She was wary.

“Just Juhyun and the dog if you don’t mind,” Yunho gestured to the two of them.

“Hello Sungyoung,” Juhyun greeted her before excusing herself back into their bedroom.

“I’m sorry for breaking in on you like this at this time,” Sungyoung turned to him once Juhyun left.

“It’s alright, we’re used to it,” Yunho waved a hand dismissively. “What’s wrong?”

“Just that Woo Jaekyung is dead, and here’s the gun she was shot with,” Sungyoung took out a revolver from her purse and placed it on the coffee table.

Yunho stared at her, and then glanced at the weapon. “What are you trying to tell me, that you did it?”

“Yes,” Sungyoung replied right away. “I hated her. She-she kept me from seeing my father. I went down there to ask her where he was. She wouldn’t tell me, and I shot her.”

“Where did you shoot her?”

“I- I shot her in the heart.”

“You’re a pretty good shooter,” Yunho raised a brow. “What did she do?”

“She fell down,” Sungyoung’s eyes were welling with tears and she was finding it hard to speak.

“Did she make any sound? Didn’t scream?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Which way did she fall?”

“She-she fell over backwards,” Sungyoung was more shaken with every question.

“Oh yeah? People fall toward a shot, you know, not back from it,” Yunho stared at her. “I knew you were lying,” He wrapped an arm around Sungyoung as she broke into sobs. “Where did you get the gun?”

“I bought it in a pawnshop.”

“Is that the truth?”

“That’s the truth,” she sobbed.

Juhyun suddenly stepped out of her room. Yunho made a face upon seeing her, and she wrinkled her nose at him in return. She poured some water in a glass as she approached them, Sungyoung pulling away when she saw her. “I’m so sorry, I’m making a fool out of myself.”

“Don’t be silly, here, have some water,” Juhyun handed her the glass. “Yunho’s trying to help you, you know. You should help him too. You were trying to shield your mother, weren’t you?” She asked.

“No,” Sungyoung put the glass down, tears still streaming down her face.

“Your father?”

“Y-yes. My father.”

“Why do you think he did it?”

“Mother was the first person to find Woo Jaekyung. She found something in Jaekyung’s hand and she took it,” Sungyoung wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.

“What did she find?” Juhyun asked curiously.

“A watch chain. It was my father’s.”

“So you think your father did it.”

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Sungyoung looked down, wiping her face.

“Did your mother turn the chain over to the police?” Juhyun asked.

“No-no she kept it. She didn’t tell them anything about it.”

“But she showed it to you?”

Sungyoung nodded. “Why did your mother go up to Jaekyung’s apartment in the first place?” Yunho spoke this time.

“She went to ask for money.”

“Ah, money again, hmm?” Yunho and Juhyun exchanged looks. The phone rang and he picked it up. “Yes? Oh, uh, have them come up, thank you,” and he hung up.

“Who is it?” Juhyun raised a brow.

Yunho turned to Sungyoung. “I wonder if you don’t mind waiting in the bedroom?”

“Of course,” Sungyoung got up.

“There’s powder and stuff over at the dresser so you can put yourself together,” Juhyun gestured towards the door and Sungyoung went inside. Closing the door behind her, she saw the gun on the table. “Where did you get that, Yuyu?”

“She brought it in,” Yunho pointed to the door. “Trying to make me believe she did it,” He placed the gun behind the cocktail shakers.

“What are you doing to do with it?”

“Nothing. Until I find out if it’s the gun Woo Jaekyung was killed with.”

“Who’s going up here?”

“Yang Hyomin.”

“Alone?”

“She’s never alone,” Yunho shook his head in between drinking the last of the cocktail he had. “Sungyoung’s brother is with her. Screwy college kid, and some guy by the name of Jung Wooyoung.”

“Jung Wooyoung? Who’s he?” She said.

“Hongjoong told me about him. He’s a “hanger-on” type. Anyway, he’s supposedly married to Hyomin now, and I think he’s also after Hyomin’s dough-”

“But she doesn’t have any,” Juhyun looked confused.

“Maybe that’s why she wanted to get some from Jaekyung” Yunho eyed her knowingly this time. His mind was now racing about the case whether he wanted to or not, and she knew it. The doorbell rang and he approached to answer it. “Hello, Hyomin!” He greeted in an attempt to sound cheerful.

“Yunho, how are you?” Hyomin greeted him just as cheerfully as she stepped inside, followed by her son, and Wooyoung, both of whom exchanged greetings with him. Juhyun noticed that Wooyoung was looking especially wary about being here.

“Just fine, sit down, sit down, this is my wife, Juhyun, Juhyun this is everyone,” Yunho gestured to her as the three of them sat down, Wooyoung choosing to stay standing behind the couch. “So, Hyomin-”

“Yunho, I’ve never been in such a state in my life! You know of course that I was the one who found Woo Jaekyung,” Hyomin looked flustered upon recalling the events.

“So we’ve heard,” Juhyun replied.

“Oh my dear! It was terrible! When I saw the bedroom door open, there she was, lying dead on the floor.”

“I meant to ask you, mother,” Sungmin spoke. “Was there a lot of blood?”

“Sungmin, don’t be so morbid-” Hyomin shushed him.

“But I’m interested in murders,” He sat up and turned to Yunho. “You know, Mr. Jeong, I have a theory about this one already.”

“Oh really?” Yunho glanced at him.

“In my opinion, the man who did it must be a sadist or have some sort of paranoia. I’ve been studying criminology-”

“Oh, hush, Sungmin” Hyomin said dismissively.

“So, you were saying, Mrs. Park?”

“I’m Mrs. Jung now, Yunho,” Hyomin smiled. “Anyway, about finding Woo Jaekyung, I was simply petrified! Park Junho’s crazy! Absolutely crazy to stay away at a time like this. No wonder the police think he has something to do with it.”

“What do you think?”

“Oh I know he didn’t. But I wish I could find him,” Hyomin frowned. “I have something very important to tell him, and Hongjoong won’t help at all. He thinks I just want money.”

“Well don’t you?” Yunho smiled.

“Oh Yunho, you’re always teasing,” Hyomin giggled.

“Mrs. Jung, were you alone when you found Woo Jaekyung?” Juhyun asked this time.

She looked flustered. “Why- Of course I was.”

“Were you with her, Mr. Jung?” She turned to Wooyoung.

“Me? Certainly not. I don’t know anything about it. The first word I had that Woo Jaekyung was dead was when Hyomin called me at my club-”

“Oh let’s not talk about that. The thing to do is to find Junho and that’s why I came to Yunho. You will help me find Junho, won’t you?” Hyomin asked.

“Now, Hyomin, there are a thousand detectives in this city. You can hire one of them.”

“But Junho knows you. All you have to do is get in touch with him, and tell him that Hyomin says that everything is all right, but that I’ve got to see him,” She pleaded.

“I can tell you again, I don’t want any part of it,” Yunho shook his head and gestured to the bedroom door. “Now, you can take Sungyoung home and-”

Hyomin, Sungmin, and Wooyoung all looked surprised. “Sungyoung! Is she here?” She got up.

Yunho stared at her, immediately containing his surprise. “Yes…”

Hyomin stormed past both of them, the two males staying behind as Yunho and Juhyun caught up. She opened the door, slapping her daughter. “What did you tell him?! What did you tell him?!”

Yunho pulled Hyomin away while Juhyun stood by as if blocking Hyomin from getting any closer. Sungyoung was glaring at her. “She didn’t tell me anything,” He assured her.

“Too bad you didn’t bring your whip,” Juhyun was in disbelief at what she saw.

Hyomin looked flustered. “Oh-oh my, I was so excited, I didn’t know what I was doing. Come on Sungyoung, let’s go home, your brother and Wooyoung are waiting,” She said.

“She doesn’t have to go if she doesn’t want to,” Juhyun said. “You can stay here, there’s plenty of room and we’d love to have you,” She turned to Sungyoung.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeong, but I’ll go home,” Sungyoung replied.

“Hello? Is this the Hammett hotel? I want to speak with Mr. Jeong. Yes, Jeong Yunho,” A man said quietly, as if trying not to be heard by anyone around him. “Hello? Mr. Jeong? Sorry to have woken you up, but Mr. Jeong, I’d like to lay out a little proposition for you, it’s about the murder of Woo Jaekyung...What’s the difference who I am? Wait, wait, alright, I’ll tell you who I am, but you have to keep it under your hat! I’m… Kang Yeosang. Yeah, Kang Yeosang. Now listen, I know who murdered Woo Jaekyung, and I’ll spill it to you for a few million won. I’ll tell you how I know. I was outside of her apartment when she was shot. And I saw the one who did it! I’ll spill it to you- Wait, I can’t talk anymore, but I’ll call you again!” He whispered.

Yunho raised a brow. “Hello? Hello?” He put down the phone. They were back in bed, preparing to go back to sleep.

“Now what, Yuyu?” She asked.

“I don’t know, some crank I guess. He hung up. Now you better get some sleep, good night, my dear,” He tugged on her arm to make her lie down.

“Yunho,” Juhyun called out in a whisper. She still couldn’t sleep after what they found out in a matter of a few hours. “Yunho, are you asleep?” She said.

“Yes,” He replied, covering his face with the pillow.

“Good. I want to talk to you,” She said.

He sighed and opened his eyes, still lying down and facing her. “That’s swell.”

“Don’t you think you’d like to go back to detecting once in a while? You know, just for the fun of it?” Juhyun asked, stroking his hair.

“Can’t you get to sleep?”

“No,” She was still stroking his hair.

Yunho sat up. “Maybe a drink would help you.”

“No thanks.”

“Maybe it would if I took it,” He got out of bed and made his way to the bureau at the side where he poured himself a glass of gin.

Juhyun was watching him. “Everyone says you’re a good detective, Yuyu.”

“They were just kidding you,” Yunho quipped as he drank.

“I’d like to see you work,” She said.

“Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a lot of detective stories.”

Juhyun frowned. “Oh, that poor girl is in an awful spot,” She said quietly, partly in the hopes of convincing him.

Yunho returned, climbing back into the bed. “There’s nothing I can do to help her,” He moved a little when Asta jumped on the bed and curled up at their feet.

“She thinks you can. It wouldn’t hurt you to find out if you could, wouldn’t it?”

“Darling, my guess is that Junho killed Jaekyung and Sungyoung knows it. The police will catch him without any help from me,” Yunho kissed her cheek.

“You know, I think I’d like that drink,” Juhyun gave him a look. Yunho sighed and got back out of bed. “I’ll give you your Christmas present now if you give me mine.”

Yunho poured her another glass of gin. “At breakfast.”

“But it’s Christmas now, Yuyu.”

“Breakfast,” He pointed out, returning to bed and handing her the glass.

“What are you going to give me? I hope I don’t like it,” She teased.

“You’ll have to keep it anyway. The man at the aquarium said he wouldn’t take them back,” Yunho lay back down and closed his eyes to try and fall back asleep.

“Oh alright, but I’m mad at you,” She gently smacked his thigh and placed the glass down, laying back down to face him and turning off the light only to turn it back on again when there was a knock on the door. She paused, sitting up a little when the knocking continued. “Yuyu, there’s someone at the door. Shush, Asta,” she glanced at the whining dog.

“Let them knock.”

“I’ll answer it,” Juhyun got out of bed and put her bedroom slippers on as she padded out of the room and toward the door. She stopped upon opening it.

“Mr. Jeong here?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“I have to talk to him, that’s all. I have to do that,” He said, sounding rushed.

Juhyun looked him up and down. “Alright, wait here, I’ll tell him,” She said, walking back to the bedroom. “Yunho, Yunho, there’s someone to see you.”

Yunho sighed and sat up. “That’s great, I was afraid I’d have to go back to sleep,” He said, suddenly at attention as Juhyun moved to go back to her side of the bed.

“You have the funniest look on your face,” She chuckled, only to stop when she sees what he’s seeing.

“Stay where you are, both of you,” He had a revolver pointed at Yunho. “I have to talk to you, and I want you to give it to me straight. Get me?”

“Would you mind putting that gun away? My wife doesn’t care but I’m a very nervous person,” Yunho looked unfazed.

“Idiot,” Juhyun mumbled, nudging him but appreciating his joke all the same.

“Alright, shoot- I mean, what’s on your mind?” Yunho asked.

“You don’t need to tell me you’re tough. I’ve heard about you, I’m Choi Jongho,” He said.

Juhyun looked intrigued. “I’ve never heard about you,” Yunho said.

“I didn’t knock Jaekyung off.”

“Alright you didn’t.”

“I haven’t seen her in three months. We were all washed up.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I wouldn’t have any reason to hurt her. She was always on the level with me, but that dirty little rat Yeosang - he got sore because I clicked and he didn’t. So he put the finger on me!” Jongho revealed.

“That’s all swell, only you’re peddling your fish in the wrong market. I’ve got nothing to do with it,” Yunho said.

“Listen, the boys used to say that you were ok, that’s why I’m here. Listen, what’s the law doing to me? Do they think I did it? Or is it something else to pin on me?!” Jongho kept his gun pointed at Yunho.

“I’d you if I knew, but I’m not in this. Ask the police.”

“That’d be very smart, that’d be the smartest thing I ever did. Me, that a police captain’s been in a hospital three weeks on account we had an argument. The boys would like to have me come in and ask questions, they’d like it right down to the end of their blackjacks!” Jongho glared at him. “Now I come to you on the level, the boys say you’re on the level why don’t you be on the level!”

“I am on the level, if I knew anything I’d-”

Loud knocks were coming from the front door. Asta sat up barking, Juhyun shushing the dog again. “What’s that?” Jongho asked.

“I don’t know, this is your party,” Yunho shrugged.

They heard the loud knocks again. “Open up! It’s the police!” A booming voice was heard from the other side.

“The police! You dirty, two-timing-” Jongho was about to fire. Yunho knocked Juhyun out of the way, making her fall off the bed while he tackled the smaller male to the ground, accidentally setting off a few shots as Asta kept barking.

In came the hotel manager and a group of police officers led by a tall man, Lieutenant Song Mingi, who immediately pulled the two men apart while an officer caught the gun that fell to the side. Yunho got back up on his feet. “Juhyun… Juhyun!” He rushed over to his wife, who was on one side of the room. “Juhyun my darling, are you alright?” He patted her cheeks.

“What knocked her out?” Mingi asked.

“I did. She was in the line of fire,” Yunho reached for her untouched glass, trying to get her to drink.

“Who’s she?”

“My wife.”

“Did this guy shoot her?” Mingi gestured to Jongho, whose hands were now cuffed.

“No, he tried to shoot me. I had to sock her in the jaw to get her out, I must’ve hit her too hard,” Yunho explained, still patting her cheek. “Juhyun,” Her eyes were starting to open and she was beginning to stir. “Juhyun, look at me.”

“You darn fool, you didn’t have to knock me out,” Juhyun rubbed her jaw. “I knew you’d take him but I wanted to see you do it!”

“There’s a gal with hair on her chest,” Mingi chuckled, amused at the reaction.

Yunho pulled her up to her feet, Juhyun letting go. “Yunho! You’re bleeding! You’re hurt!” She said, noticing the blood on his thigh.

“It just grazed me, it didn’t hit me,” Yunho tried to pull her close but she sat him down.

“Someone get a doctor!” Juhyun rushed to the bathroom while the hotel manager went on his way.

“I don’t even feel it, Juhyun,” He called out. “How did you people have to pop in, Lieutenant?”

“We hear this is getting to be sort of a meeting place for the Park family, so we figure we’ll stick around in case the old man himself shows up. Then we see Jongho sneak in and we decided to come up, and pretty lucky for you-”

“Yes, I might not have been shot,” Yunho looked at his wound.

“That little rat Yeosang!” Jongho struggled in his place.

“Is Jongho a friend of yours?” Mingi asked.

“I never saw him before.”

“What does he want of you?”

“He wanted to tell me he didn’t kill Woo Jaekyung.”

“What’s that to you?”

“Nothing.”

“What did he think it was to you?”

“Ask him, I don’t know,” Yunho gestured to the smaller male.

“I’m asking you,” Mingi said pointedly.

“Keep on asking,” Yunho shrugged.

“Alright, you’re going to keep mum huh?” The lieutenant raised a brow. “Alright, Mr. Jeong. I won’t bother you tonight, but I’ll be in tomorrow morning, and I’ll have plenty of things to ask. Good night! Boys, bring him out of here” Mingi turned to the officers, who escorted Jongho, who was still struggling in their grip as they left the room.

“Where’s Asta? Asta!” Yunho called out for the dog, who crawled out of the bureau. “You’re a fine watchdog.”

“He’s got more sense than you have. I’m glad you’re not on this case,” Juhyun returned from the bathroom with a small towel soaked in warm water to tend to his wound.

“On it? I’m in it...they think I did it,” Yunho watched her wipe the blood stains away.

“Well, didn’t you?” Juhyun teased.

Yunho laughed and pulled her towards him, tickling her side.

Yunho and Juhyun slept in, with Juhyun waking up to see that it was already noon. Yunho had gotten out of bed as well, the two of them exchanging Christmas greetings as they went out to the living room to open their presents. Asta followed them, running around them in circles. “How’s your thigh?” She asked.

“Much better, I can barely feel a thing, I told you it was alright since last night,” He pointed out, slumping down on the couch.

Juhyun saw a piece of paper by the mini-bar. “Yuyu, there’s a telegram for you,” She said, picking up the paper.

“Open it.”

Juhyun sat down next to him, Yunho placing her legs over his. “Yuyu! This is from Park Junho!” She gaped. “Will you take charge of the investigation on Woo Jaekyung’s murder. Communicate with Kim Hongjoong. Park Junho,” She read out. Yunho looked unfazed.

“Where did it come from?”

“Out of the city. But then he didn’t do it,” Juhyun deduced.

“I don’t know. Communicate with Hongjoong, huh? Alright, we’ll ask him up here today,” Yunho sat back.

Juhyun picked up the day’s newspapers on the table, figuring that the manager had them delivered personally so as not to wake them. “Your story’s all over the papers. They said you were shot five times, at least it says here in the tabloids.”

“That’s not true, he never came near my tabloids,” Yunho joked. “That’s one thing I always protect… my tabloids,” He picked up the phone when it rang. “Hello? Oh yes, send him up and tell him to let himself in,” And he hung up. “It’s Hongjoong.”

A moment later the door opened and in came the smaller male. “Good afternoon, I’m afraid this isn’t exactly a very merry Christmas for both of you,” Hongjoong noticed them. “Or I must have been mistaken,” He chuckled, making them sit up.

“Just the man we’ve been looking for, here you are,” Yunho showed him the telegram. “What do you think?”

“Hmm, so he wants you to handle the case? Well, what are the chances of you getting to do what he wants?”

“Slim.”

“Slim? Oh please, Yunho-”

“Shush,” He put a finger to her lips and she playfully bit him.

“Well I wish you would, Mr. Jeong. Would it help at all if I could persuade him to meet with you?” Hongjoong looked a little hopeful. “I got word from Junho myself last night. It was some kind of code message to insert in the papers in case I wanted to get in touch with him.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to put it in,” Yunho nodded.

“I’m sure you could clear this up. He should appear, you know, it really doesn’t look good, him staying away at a time like this,” Hongjoong said.

The phone rang and Juhyun picked it up. “Hello? Oh, yes, he’s here, hold on,” She turned to them. “It’s for you, Mr. Kim, it’s the police department,” She handed him the receiver.

“Hello?” Hongjoong moved closer. “Hello? Yes… Where? Oh, when is the next train? Right, I’ll get that,” and he hung up. “Park Junho’s trying to commit suicide. They want me to come down and identify him. I guess this changes the whole story, doesn’t it? That looks like an admission of guilt, and I had such hopes too...I thought if you got on the case, you’d be able to clear him. I thought that Hyomin...the way she acted...I was sure that…” He sighed. Oh well, it’s no use thinking of that now. I’m so sorry to have troubled you, wasted your time. You’ll excuse me, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Yunho nodded and Juhyun got up to see him out. “What’s the matter with you?” He saw her crestfallen expression.

“Oh then that’s that. The mystery’s all gone, and I wanted you to find out who did it,” She frowned.

“Maybe I will.”

“But Park Junho-”

“I don’t believe he did it,” Yunho shook his head, eyeing her. “I have a hunch, but I’m going to find out. Come on, Watson, we’re going places and I want to talk to Lieutenant Song Mingi,” He got up, the two of them going back into the bedroom.

With Asta on a leash, Yunho and Juhyun stepped out of the building, where the lieutenant was waiting for them. “You really shouldn’t try to play tricks on me. Running out when I was giving you time to rest before I asked any more questions,” Mingi said, immediately catching up to them in a walk. “Man to man, Mr. Jeong, are you working on this case?”

“Man to man, I’m not.”

“But he’s interested,” Juhyun spoke.

“Well, I don’t mind telling you. I’d rather have you working with us than against us,” Mingi said.

“So would I.”

“It’s a bargain then. Anything you want to know?”

“What about the suicide?” Yunho asked.

“Oh that’s all fake. The men didn’t even have to go down,” Mingi frowned.

“I thought it might be. From now on, they’re going to think that every thin man over six feet with white hair is Park Junho,” Yunho said.

“Do you think Park Junho did it?” Juhyun asked the officer this time.

“Looks like he planned something. He shut up his apartment and his shop, but there’s nothing yet to cinch it,” Mingi shrugged.

“I’ll bet you a hundred thousand won that Park Junho didn’t do it,” Yunho grinned.

“Who’s your candidate?” Mingi was curious.

“I haven’t got that far yet. But I don’t think everything points to Park Junho. What about the alibis?”

“Oh, they’re all okay. Mrs. Jung, the boy, Sungyoung, Hongjoong, even Jongho, we had to let him go.”

“What about Jung Wooyoung?”

“I’ll check on that,” Mingi said. “I’m afraid this is quite dull for you, Mrs. Jeong,” He turned to Juhyun.

“Dull? I’m on the edge of my chair!” Juhyun beamed.

“Well, honestly, I’m stumped. I don’t know what to do next. What about you, Mr. Jeong?”

“Me? No, I don’t know, but I do have a hunch. I got a call last night, I thought it was from a crank but I’ve changed my mind. Whoever he was, he knew something and I have a feeling I’ll hear from him again,” Yunho revealed.

“Are you still waiting to hear from the crank?” Juhyun asked him that evening at their room.

“Hello? Hello, yes, this is Jeong Yunho,” Yunho grabbed the receiver. “I can’t hear you, you’ll have to speak louder.”

“I can’t speak any louder, this is Kang Yeosang again, remember me?” He said on the other line, sounding a little fearful. “Still interested in that proposition? You are? Yeah, okay, so here’s the dope, and get this straight. The man who killed Woo Jaekyung-”

The sound of a gunshot boomed and he fell to the floor.

“So you think Park Junho killed Woo Jaekyung and Kang Yeosang,” Yunho asked Mingi when he dropped by shortly after the news got out the next morning. “Why?”

“Two reasons. First, Yang Hyomin, Mrs. Jung came across the watch chain she got from Woo Jaekyung’s body,” Mingi recalled. “It belonged to Park Junho. The second reason? The bullet that killed Kang Yeosang came from the same gun that killed Woo Jaekyung.”

“Well, isn’t that alright, lieutenant,” Yunho looked impressed.

“Alright? It’s perfect! Park Junho is guilty of both of those murders!” Mingi grinned.

“Well, maybe. My offer still stands. A hundred thousand won. I still think Park Junho’s innocent,” Yunho said.

Mingi waved a hand dismissively. “You can say what you want, Mr. Jeong. I’m spreading the dragnet for that guy over every town in the country!”

“You think they’ll find him, Yunho?” Juhyun looked over at her husband, who was pacing back and forth in the living room that evening. “He must be in another city by now. Oh, I wish they’d stop with all these sirens, it’s making me fidgety.”

“He probably is,” Yunho stopped.

“Oh this is getting me down, I saw Sungyoung today,” Juhyun frowned. “She’s broken off her engagement with Seonghwa. She was a little hysterical, something about not wanting to ruin his life, being the daughter of a murderer and all that. Seonghwa didn’t care. He loves her despite it all.”

“Poor kid, well, I’ll see you later, darling,” Yunho slipped on his coat and put on his hat, quickly getting Asta on a leash.

Juhyun strode towards him. “Where do you think you’re going? And at this hour of the night?” Her hands were on her hips.

“I’m going to take Asta for a walk.”

“But he’s just been for a walk.”

“Well, we’re going sightseeing, aren’t we, Asta?” Yunho looked down at the dog, making faces.

Juhyun gave him a look. “What are you up to?” She looked into his pockets, finding a set of keys and the revolver she remembered Sungyoung bringing in.

“Hey! I told you, I’ve got a hunch. I’m going to look into Park Junho’s shop. I want to find out why it’s closed,” Yunho replied, taking the revolver back.

“Why shouldn’t he close it? He went away, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he went away lots of times when I knew him, but he never closed up his shop. I’ve got a hunch something’s up.”

“You mean he might be hiding here?”

“I don’t know, but this thing’s giving me the itch. I have to find out,” Yunho said.

“Yuyu, I won’t have you going down there,” She said.

“Hey! You’re the one who got me into this!” He looked amused.

“I know, but this is different! He’s a crazy man! He might kill you!”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve got Asta to protect me” Yunho gestured to the dog, whose tail was wagging.

“Fine, fine, go on, go on, see if I care,” She frowned, almost pouting. “But I think it’s a dirty trick to bring me all the way here just to make a widow of me.”

“You wouldn’t be widow long,” He wrapped his arms around her.

“You bet I wouldn’t.”

“Not with all your money.”

“You dog.”

Yunho kissed her on the cheek. “Goodbye, sugar” He winked before leaving the bedroom and toward the front door.

Juhyun caught up to him again. “Yunho, take care of yourself out there, will you?” She said.

“Sure I will.”

“Don’t say it like that, say it as if you meant it!” Juhyun was still frowning.

Yunho couldn’t help but smile. “Why I believe my wife cares.”

“I don’t care! I’m just used to you, that’s all” Juhyun’s expression remained that of concern. She threw her arms around him and kissed him. Juhyun pulled away to hug him tightly, glancing down at the dog. “Asta, if you let anything happen to him, you’ll never wag that tail again!”

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