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uneditedidiot · 1 year ago

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london boy - jamie tartt x reader

london boy

jamie tartt x gn!reader

Summary: series of moments where you and your boyfriend jamie share a love for the song ‘london boy’ by taylor swift. may include some fun karaoke moments. also, phoebe makes an adorable appearance in an ice cream shop.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language (cause duh - it’s Jamie Tartt), fluff, Phoebe being adorable, karaoke dorkiness

A/N: Idk why, but for some reason, the thought of someone singing this song AT Jamie just kept sticking in my head and yes, yes, I know he’s from Manchester, but it sounded so cute. Also if it wasn’t clear, I’m a massive Taylor Swift fan so I had to throw in some love for Taylor, too.

The first time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy by Taylor Swift, he couldn’t help but smile.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and you were dancing around in his living room, the tv blasting the song from the spotify app. He had gone off to grab his phone from another room in between board games and came back to find you singing this song at the top of your lungs and dancing enthusiastically.

He grinned and leant against the doorway with his arms crossed as you sang loudly,

“And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End.

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends.”

You spotted him just watching you and pointed at him as you continued your serenade, slowly dancing your way over to him.

“Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride,

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time!”

You slung your arms around his neck, still singing, pretending to act out the lyrics. His hands found the small of your back.

“They say home is where the heart is,

But God, I love the English!”

You pretended to swoon in his arms, making him laugh wholeheartedly. He spun you around as you continued to sing the lyrics. You both made your way to the middle of the room to have more space to dance and goof off.

“You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you!”

You kept pointing at Jamie throughout the rest of the song whenever the words ‘London Boy’ continued repeating.

When the song was over, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug and kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“I like to think that song is from me to you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the next song began.

He pulled back a little with a slightly amused smirk on his face. “Babe, you know I’m from Manchester, right? I ain’t from London.”

You rolled your eyes, your tone deadpan. “Wow, really? How would I ever know?”

Jamie laughed. “Alright, alright. It’s very sweet of you to want to sing that song to me.”

“I just feel like it fits us well,” you replied. “You know, when I met you, we were in London. You lived here and I was new from the States.”

His smile grew. “Like I said – very sweet. But not accurate.”

You smacked his chest playfully. “Whatever. Let’s do another game. Uno? 7-Up? Ooh – how about I crush you at Mario Kart?”

The second time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was at an ice cream shop while the two of you were babysitting Phoebe.

“What do you think sounds best, Pheebs?” you asked as the three of you peered into the glass case if ice creams on display.

The little girl was thoughtful. “Hmm…well I think strawberry sounds awfully good, but that straciatella does, too. What do you think, Jamie?”

“You’re right, those do sound good, but I’m a bit of a cookies and cream man, meself,” he said.

Phoebe gasped. “That sounds delicious! Can we all get matching ice creams?”

You laughed. “Three cookies and creams on cones? Or do we want bowls?”

“Only fuckin’ losers get ice cream in bowls,” retorted Jamie. “Waffle cones, obviously.”

Phoebe cleared her throat, smirked, and held out her hand. You nodded your head at him towards her outstretched palm.

“Pay up, Tartt,” you giggled.

He begrudgingly took out a pound note from his pocket. “Well what I said is true. No denyin’ it.”

Phoebe shrugged and she folded the money gingerly and placed it in her little plastic purse. “But Jamie’s right – waffle cones are the only acceptable way to eat ice cream.”

The employee made their way over to the three of you. “What can I get you?”

“Three cookies and cream ice creams on waffle cones, please,” ordered Jamie. “And can we get rainbow sprinkles?”

“You got it,” confirmed the employee.

Jamie stood patiently and waited for your order as you led Phoebe over to a table by the window. In the background, he heard the faint lyricism of Taylor Swift and recognized the song immediately.

“So please show me Hackney,

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street,

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you.

Stick with me, I'm your queen,

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you.

Wanna be with you

Wanna be with you…”

He turned to see you singing the song quietly to Phoebe, who was shimmying in her seat with you. He chuckled lightly at the sight, knowing how much you loved the song and, of course, how much you had liked singing it at him.

He had to admit – it was a good song and quite catchy.

At the table by the window, you were explaining to Phoebe why you loved Taylor Swift so much. “And now she’s re-recording her first seven albums and re-releasing them.”

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Phoebe. “Does Jamie like Taylor Swift, too?”

You turned your head to smile at Jamie as he paid for the ice creams. You admired his profile, cheeks going slightly red.

“He’s not as familiar with her songs as I am, but yeah, he likes Taylor.”

“Can I have some help with the ice creams?” he called over to the two of you.

“I can do it!” cried Phoebe. She raced over to Jamie, grabbing two of the cones from him. Walking carefully and keeping her eyes on the frozen treats in her hands, she brought you your serving. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Pheebs,” you smiled. She smiled back.

As Jamie took his seat next to you, Phoebe couldn’t help but ask him, “Do you like that Taylor Swift song that was just playing?”

He eyed you with a warm fondness, then turned back to the little girl. “Course I do. Especially when this one sings it to me.” He nudged you playfully with his shoulder.

“I wonder if Uncle Roy likes that song, too,” Phoebe speculated aloud. She licked her ice cream with a thoughtful expression, smearing sprinkles across her nose.

The third time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was when the whole team was out doing private karaoke in a club after a winning match.

He wasn’t much of a singer himself, preferring to be in the limelight on the pitch and not on the stage, but that didn’t stop him from signing up for a solo.

Bumbercatch had just finished a gut-wrenching performance of My Heart Will Go On, which moved many to tears…from laughing at his dramatic rendition. The whole team burst into thunderous cheers, applauding and screaming.

Isaac, who had deemed himself the host for the night, took his duties very seriously. “Thank you, Bumbercatch, for that incredibly beautiful song. And now, please welcome to the stage, the king of the pricks…Jamie Tartt!”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jamie turned to you, grinned, patted your thigh, and stood as the rest of the room yelled in encouragement. He bounded onstage and took the microphone from Isaac.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said. “Now this number goes out to my favorite person. Enjoy the song, babe!”

He pointed at the DJ and you gasped in recognition.

Jamie smirked at you as he said the opening lines of the song in his Mancunian accent.

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter.

Uh, you know, just riding in London.”

“You’re fucking JOKING!” you laughed. Your mouth still agape, Jamie began to sing.

“I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal.

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.

But something happened, I heard him laughing,

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.

They say home is where the heart is,

But that's not where mine lives…”

The rest of the room began singing along, but your voice was the loudest. You and Jamie never took your eyes off each other. You knew he had learned it just for you.

It was quite an impressive show. Jamie certainly knew how to work a crowd. He’d gotten every single person in the room to wave along with him during the last chorus.

When the song was over, there was an absolute uproar. He’d smashed it.

Isaac took the mic back and Jamie rushed over to you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The rest of the team whistled and cheered.

Neither of you listened as Isaac called up the next performer.

“You learned that just for me,” you grinned.

“Duh,” Jamie grinned back.

“My London boy,” you laughed.

“Yours,” he agreed.

And then you danced together as Rebecca absolutely SMASHED a rendition of Love on Top by Beyonce, both of you screaming the lyrics and singing to each other.

But London Boy would always be your song.

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obsidiancreates · 3 years ago

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Born This Way (Because Of Negligence Towards Basic Scientific Safety)

(IDK how far apart the Fenton kids are in age, so Jazz is an Undetermined Age Where She's A Toddler But Also Very Verbal. Maybe it's the Genius Genes letting her learn faster. Let's go with that.)

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Maddie coughs, spitting out another glob of ectoplasm. "Well, at least know it's not an issues with the cooling system."

Jack sneezes out the ectoplasm stuck in his nose, and then grins and stands triumphantly. "Still a step towards success!"

Jazz frowns from where she's playing with her doll, safe within a Fenton Anti-Ghost Toddler Chamber. "Mommy, you should cover your mouth." She points at her own mouth. "Mr. Wummy on TV says dat getting weird stuff in your mouth is bad."

"Mr. Wummy is a cartoon, dear. We're seasoned scientists, we know what we're doing." She wipes herself off, and sits down. "If there were any side-effects to accidental ecoplasmic consumption, we'd know."

"But what if Danny doesn't like it?" Jazz point at her mother's belly.

Maddie pats her belly. "The baby is still just a fetus, sweetie. It can't tell what it does and doesn't like yet. And why are you so sure it'll be a boy?"

"Because I'm your baby girl. So now you need a baby boy!"

Maddie tilts her head and smiles lovingly at her daughter. "Oh, you're adorable." Nothing cuter than Child Logic.

Maddie stands back up, and puts her hands on the workbench. "Now, let's see about that firing mechanism..."

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Maddie brushes her teeth, sighing when her toothbrush comes away glowing green. "We really messed up a lot of experiments today. I think I swallowed a whole ghost's worth."

Jack spits a similarly colored mouthful of toothpaste foam out. "At least it doesn't taste as bad as it smells."

Maddie puts her hands on her belly, the bump now quite obvious. "II hope we're right about it not having side effects."

Jack's expression softens. He gently pulls his wife into a comforting hug. "The doctors all say he's as healthy as can be, Mads. You don't need to worry."

"I still worry anyway, though."

"Of course you do. You're his mom! But we'll worry together, and if you ever need me to, I'll do the worrying for us both! While you relax and give him more tips on how to avoid ghosts once he learns to walk."

Maddie giggles, and sighs. It'll all be fine... nothing to worry about.

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Jazz has her arms crossed, a teddy bear hanging from one hand. "Five times!"

"Yes, and did we mention we're so proud that you can count so we-"

"Five times!" She shouts again, waving her little sticky toddler hand at them. "I saw you eat the bad green stuff five times!"

"We didn't eat it," Maddie says patiently, "It got into our mouths by accident."

"You swallowed it!"

"Only a tiny bit, only on accident, dear."

Jazz puts her hand on her mom's belly. "Danny is gonna be here soon and he's gonna be mad!"

"He won't even know it happened, sweetheart."

"Yes he will! He'll be the smartest ever, just like me and like you and like daddy! And he'll be so upset and never stop crying!"

"Babies do that anyway, sweetie." Maddie rubs her belly. It's true, Danny is due any day now. And yes... there's been some extra Ectoplasm Incidents lately. Maddie just can't stay awake sometimes, and... well. That's not exactly good when working on ghost hunting machines.

"Your baby brother will be perfectly fine," Maddie assures. "He's a healthy baby boy, and he'll be just as healthy when you meet him."

Jazz lights up at the mention of meeting him. She can't wait!

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Jazz bounces excitedly in her dad's arms. She gets to meet her baby brother! Finally! She's going to read him bedtime stories, and protect him from closet monsters, and show him how to throw a tea party!

Jack chuckles. "Calm down, sweetie, you don't get to play with him quite yet! He's still very fragile."

"But he's okay?"

"Yes, he and Mommy are both okay. Better than okay."

Jack knocks on the hospital room door, and they enter.

Maddie is holding Danny, and it looks like she fell asleep. Jazz gasps, even though all she can see so far is the blanket bundle.

"He's tiny!"

"Very." Again. Ah well. Jack had always hoped one of his kids would groww up to be taller than him, but maybe it'll have to be a grandkid.

He walks over, and smiles at his sleeping wife. "Okay, let's be quiet," he whispers. "We don't want to wake mommy."

Jazz nods seriously.

Jack sets her on the bed, and Jazz carefully crawls closer to Danny. She moves the blanket to get a good look at his face, grinning widly-!

She frowns. "Where is he?"

"What?!" Jack hurriedly picks up the bundle, making Maddie startle awake. "Holy-"

"Jack? Honey? What is it?!" Maddie's tone becomes increasingly panicked.

Jack, looking a bit pale, hands the bundle back to her. She gasps.

It's empty, and freezing!

"Where- where is-"

And then suddenly. He's there.

Fast asleep, wrapped up snug and tight. His little face still red from being brand-new to the world, his tiny tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he snoozes.

He disappears again.

Maddie thinks she's about to pass out.

Finally, Jazz breaks the horrified silence. "I told you to cover your mouths!"

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Danny sleeps all the way home, and all the way up to his room. Jazz is waiting by the bassinet, and peeks in as soon as he's placed down. She frowns. "Mommy, his hair is white. He's not old."

Maddie sighs. "No, he's not. Apparently it just... does that, sometimes."

Danny yawns, and opens his little eyes. Jazz's own eyes widen as well. "He's glowing!"

"Yes... that happens too."

Danny screws up his face, and starts crying. Maddie picks him up and rocks him. "Poor baby... he's so cold."

"Why?" Jazz tilts her head.

Maddie sighs. "Well... your father and I... we think he's half-ghost."

"How?"

"... Probably... the ectoplasm," Shame burns in Maddie's veins.

Jazz, wide-eyed, reaches to to try and touch Danny. "Is he dead?" She doesn't sound sad, because it looks to her like even if he is dead, he's still alive.

"No!" Maddie shuts the idea right down. "He is a very healthy, living boy! But he's... different."

"Are you gonna trap him?"

"Wh- Jasmine, why would you ask that!"

"He's a ghost."

"No! No, we never treat him like any other ghost. And he's only partly ghost, so it barely counts. Now, Mommy has to feed him so he can go back to sleep. How about you go pick a movie for tonight?"

Jazz nods. She takes that job very seriously. There's a science to picking movies.

She heads off, and Maddie looks at Danny's sniffling little face. His eyes are back too baby blue, but his hair isn't quite black yet.

At least he's still visible.

At least the side effects seem mild.

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It's about 6 am when Jack bolts up too use the bathroom. On his way back, he decides to check on the kids.

Jazz is asleep, cuddling a stuffed animal. Jack smiles.

Danny is also asleep, wrapped up in a cute little onesie and floating above the bassinet FLOATING ABOVE THE BASSINET?!?!

Jack runs over and grabs Danny from the air, pulling out a Fenton Ghost-Whapping Baton!

And then he looks at Danny, who's whining, and sees sleepy glowing green eyes looking at him.

"Oh. Um, sorry, son." He puts away the baton. "I thought a ghost was stealing you."

Danny yawns. Jack sees a cold breath puff out of his son's mouth, despite the room being temperature-controlled to keep him toasty during the nights.

Jack puts Danny back into the bassinet. He leaves, and comes back a little bit later with some equipment.

He sets up a rudimentary ghost-shield to keep Danny from floating away during the night, but won't trap him. He can still float a little, if need be.

"The scariest ghost we've faced yet," Jack mumbles. He kisses Danny's forehead, and sits there until Danny falls asleep. By then, Danny is human again.

Jack leaves, and in the morning he and Maddie begin working on some upgrades for Danny's room.

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Danny babbles happily as Jazz plays peek-a-boo with him.

"Boo!"

Laughter.

"Boo!"

More laughter!

"A-boo! A-boo!" Jazz can't stop grinning. She's a great older sister! Look at her go!

She takes Danny's hands, and moves them over his face. "Now, where's Danny? ... Here he is! Oh."

Danny isn't there. But his clothes are, and something's inside of them. And Jazz is still holding two chubby baby arms, even if they're cold and invisible.

Jazz stares for a second, and then speaks. "... Peek-a-boo?"

Danny reappears, and squeals with laughter!

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Maddie sits down to give Danny his bottle. She's brought him out shopping with her so she can grab some replacement parts that fried in their latest invention, the Fenton Ecto-Extractor!

Jazz had thrown a fit when she'd heard the name, and it startled Jack so bad he'd turned it on too early and it completely collapsed on itself! It took half an hour to convince Jazz that they weren't trying to use it to make Danny normal, just using it for themselves now that they know it can cause... strange things, to happen.

Danny drinks the bottle with no issue, and burps as soon as she starts his back. Really, he's a pretty easy baby. Except for the ghost part.

Maddie is getting him back in the stroller when Danny's face screws up. She watches a cold, visible breath leave his mouth, and then he starts to scream. Sobbing, wailing baby screams, attracting the concerned and/or annoyed attention of most people around them.

"He's just tired," she assures loudly. His breath is still puff out in cold clouds, even though it's perfectly warm in the mall.

Maddie quickly picks him back up and hugs him, bouching and singing to try and calm him down.

Danny starts to quiet down. She puts him back in the stroller, but as soon as she does (as soon as he looks behind her with those bright, bright green eyes) he starts crying again.

She sighs and picks him up, hurrying back to the car. She'll just come back for the parts later. Clearly, something is upsetting him.

Something that she just can't see.

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Jazz leans away from Danny, grinning. "There!"

Danny is propped up on her bed. Maddie and Jack needed to quickly decontaminate themselves, and so Jazz had to watch Danny for just a minute.

And in that minute, she's does some redesigning.

Danny's fluffy white hair has a little bow in it, and she's put some of her kiddie makeup on him.

Danny disappears for a second, and the bow falls. When he reappears, it's not on his head anymore. He looks at Jazz blankly.

Jazz crosses her arms. "No fair! I was making you pretty!"

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Maddie stumbles into Danny's room. She flicks on the light, and turns off the Fenton Ghost-Shielding Hanging Mobile. She reaches in and pulls the crying Danny out of the bassinet, shushing and rocking him.

Danny's eyes are bright green again, and Maddie can see his breath. "Oh, you always get so worked up when this happens," she says softly. "Is the cold upsetting you?"

Danny doesn't answer, just cries more.

Maddie takes him to her and Jack's room, and lays down with him on her chest. Jack rolls over in his sleep and puts his arms around her, cradling both of them.

Danny falls back asleep soon, and Maddie sighs. She can still see his breath, but at least he's calm now.

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Jazz holds up her drawing, and shakes her head. She goes back to scribbling, and moves closer to Danny. "This is black," she says to him, pointing at the crayon she's using. She picks up another color. "And this one is red."

Danny stares as Jazz keeps scribbling. Jazz assumes that means he's learning.

"I'm going to let Mom and Dad know I saw this in my closet," she says seriously. "I think people know you're special and want to steal you!"

Danny blows a spit bubble by accident, and laughs when it pops.

Jazz's eyes hold more determination than ever. She scribbles with the fury of a million warriors. "You're very valuable." She learned that word yesterday. "So you need lots of protecting."

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"Do you think this will make her feel better?" Maddie asks as she closes the panel.

Jack lifts his soldering mask and nods. "If one thing can make a person feel safe, it's fifty anti-ghost devices hidden in their walls!"

"I just worry about that doodle. What if something really got in?"

"Mads, you personally handcrafted every single sensor put up in the kids's rooms! If a ghost had gotten in, we'd know! To get past then they'd need deep knowledge of exactly how our deigns work and how they detect ghost energy, and no ghost has that!"

"You're right, you're right. Still, I hate to think she might be having nightmares about something like that. It looked like it had devil horns."

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"Peek-a-boo!" Jazz grins at Danny. "Peek-a-boo!"

It never gets old for him! No matter how many times they play, Danny loves it!

"Peek... a-boo!" Jazz does little jazz-hands.

Danny disappears, and Jazz grins. "Where's Danny? Where'd he go?"

Danny reappears, and-

"B-b-boo!"

Jack and Maddie dart into the room! Maddie swoops Danny up, eyes wide!

Danny giggles, and says it again. "Boo!"

Maddie and Jackie both tear up. In unison they shout, "HIS FIRST WORD!"

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Danny gnaws on the toy with his little baby gums.

"I can't believe it. Already teething," Maddie sighs, holding him. "Seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital."

Jack wipes his eyes. "He's growing into a young man already."

"Oh, Jack, stop it, he's not nearly a young man."

"But he will be before we know it!"

Maddie pats her husband on the back comfortingly as he begins to blubber.

Maddie closes her eyes, thinking about those early months with Danny, figuring out how to prepare for his floating and invisibility, learning to not panic when his eyes and hair changed color, learning that sometimes when they do his clothes change color as well...

She's startled out of her thought by something warm and wet on her lap.

She looks down to see the teething toy on her thigh... and a whole lot of nothing where Danny's head should be.

Then it' back when she blinks, and he's beginning to whine for his toy.

She quickly picks him up off her laps and retrieves it, giving it back to him.

So... the ghost abilities are still developing, then. She'll have to let Jack know about this later.

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"Daniel Fenton," Jack says, the most serious Jazz has ever seen him, "You're in big trouble this time, mister. I don't know how you did this-"

Jack shakes the empty tube of baby snacks, safe for teething babies.

"But I will get to the bottom of it!"

"Look like he already did," Maddie jokes, setting Jazz's breakfast down for her.

Jazz laughs, because it sounds like a Smart Adult Joke and she thinks those are funny, even when she doesn't understand them.

Danny babbles, smacking his chair's food tray.

"Oh no you don't, mister! You're getting regular baby food this morning and that's all!" Jack grabs the jar of food, and holds up the spoon. "Now, here comes the Fenton Ghost-Tracking Copter!"

He puts the spoon up to Danny's mouth-

-and right through his head.

He gasps and pulls back, and Danny's head reappears. He babbles, smacking the tray again.

Maddie drops her fork. "I can't believe I forgot! That's what I was going to tell you about!"

Jazz looks at her parents. "You didn't know he does this?"

They both gawk at her. "You did?!"

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Danny reaches up and grabs Jazz's nose. Jazz wrinkles it, and he laughs.

Jazz sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes, and Danny laughs even harder!

Jazz looks at her parents as they finish setting up the picnic blanket. "I'm the funniest big sister ever!"

"You sure are, sweetie!" Maddie scoops Jazz up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "You get it from me."

Jack laughs. "It's true! Your mother could get the whole Ghost Hunting Club laughing out HAZMAT suits off all day long back in the day! ... 'Course it was just the three of us, but still, three's a crowd!"

"May as well have been doing stand-up," Maddie says, setting Jazz down on the blanket.

They enjoy the little outing, the sun shining but not beating down, the cool breeze just enough to crispen the air but not freeze.

And then Jazz looks at Danny. She sees glowing eyes, and a puff of breath come out of his mouth. "Uh-oh. Mommy! He's gonna cry!"

Maddie picks Danny up right as he starts to wail. She hugs him, and is shocked. He doesn't feel cold this time!

Is he just cold inside?

Or is there some other problem?

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Jack rubs his ears. "That child wails like a Banshee!"

"He could very well be doing exactly that," Maddie points out. "We still don't know what other abilities he'll develop as he ages!"

"Or how well he'll be able to control them. ... Mads... should we homeschool him?"

"It's a little early to worry about that, Jack."

"I know that tone, you're worrying about it too."

"... We can't just keep him isolated from the rest of the world, Jack. It'll be unhealthy for him. And what if it makes him lean into his ghost side too much?"

"So you think we should let him go to school."

"Yes. ... But not pre-school. We'll teach him to not use his abilities around other kids, and then send him to Kindergarten."

"... Alright, Mads. If you think that's what's best, then that's what's best!"

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"Come on, that's it! Yes, yes, WHOO!" Maddie picks Danny up as soon as he walks over. "Who's a strong little Fenton? Who's the best little boy at walking in the whole wide world?"

"Danny!" Jazz cheers from the couch.

"Danny!" Maddie and Jack both cheer at once.

Danny laughs and squeals, kicking his legs and flapping his arms. His first proper Walk! Not just a step or two and then crawling, that was real walking!

Jack takes Danny, holding him aloft. "You're a real butt-kicker in the making, son! You'll be as strong as your old man someda-"

Jack feels something bump him, hard.

He shouts as he goes down! Danny going with him!

But as Jack meets the floor, he feels Danny's weight disappear from his hands!

He lands with an "oof", and looks up to see Danny floating above him, surrounded by a faint white aura. Danny looks down and babbles, sucking his thumb. Then... he moves.

He's only ever floated in place before. But as he looks down at his dad, he kicks his little legs and moves! Moving right across the room!

And then he looks behind his dad, and his breath comes out in puffs. He starts crying and wailing hysterically.

Jazz peers at where Danny is looking. "Mommy, hit the air with the stick!"

Maddie gently grabs Danny. "Why, sweetie?"

"Danny is scared! So we have to protect him!"

Maddie grabs her Fenton Baton, and gives the area Danny was looking at a good thwack. She expects it to go right through the empty air.

Instead there's a loud zap! There's a cry of pain! And then a semi-transparent form zooming out of their house!

Maddie's jaw drops. Jack scrambles to his feet and grabs every ghost weapon in radius, forming a protective circle around the family with them!

Maddie looks at Danny, who's now calm.

And his breath isn't visible.

Hmm...

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"We're just seeing if my hypothesis is right," Maddie assures.

Jazz sobs, clinging onto her leg. "NOOOO! HE'LL GET HURT! OR STOLED!"

"Stolen, sweetie. And Mommy and Daddy would never let that happen."

Jazz scream-sobs again.

"What if we can promise you the ghost will be in a big, big box?"

Jazz looks at her mom with watery eyes. "Like around Danny's crib?"

"Yes, like that."

"But-but he's so little."

"It'll just be a second, sweetheart."

Jazz sniffles again. "... Can I hold the stick?"

Maddie smiles softly. "Yes, sweetie, you can hold the stick."

A couple hours later, Jack and Maddie return home with a ghost in a box. It's yelling something, but the box is soundproof.

Jack sets the box down, and goes to grab Danny. He comes back, and holds Danny firmly while walking towards the ghost. Danny's eyes are covered by a too-big hood on his little shirt. He can't see, or hear, that there's a ghost nearby.

Danny's breath comes out a visible puff about two feet away from the ghost, and he starts crying. Jack steps back a ways, and Danny's breaths become normal again. He settles down.

Jack walks closer. Puff of breath, and crying.

Jack steps back. Normal breath, calm Danny.

"He can sense ghost's," Maddie says, looking in awe at her baby boy. Her face breaks into a grin. "He's his own portable ghost detector! He'll never be caught unawares, he'll be able to always defend himself!"

She runs up to Jack and hugs them both, kissing Danny's little forehead. Danny babbles.

"He'll never be caught unawares," Maddie says again in relief. "Oh, this makes me feel so much better."

"Mommy? ... Does that mean we're haunted all the time?"

Maddie's relief hardens and breaks in her chest.

All those times Danny's Ghost Sense has gone off inside! All those times!

She pulls away. "Jack, we're upping our security!"

Jack nods. "Time for FentonWorks 2.0!"

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Danny giggles as his dad chases him around the house. He phases through doors and turns invisible in hiding places, always giving himself away with laughter.

Jack grabs Danny just before he phases through the next door. “Gotcha!”

Danny laughs, happy little kid squeals that you can hear through the whole house. Jack puts Danny on his shoulders and heads into the kitchen. “He’s getting pretty good at running! Say, whatcha making, Mads?”

“Meatloaf. Would you mind helping?”

Jack sets Danny down at the table and helps Maddie make dinner, while Danny eyes something on the counter.

“Cookie.”

Maddie looks over. Danny is staring at the cookie jar. “No sweetie, no cookies yet.”

“Cookie!”

“Not yet.”

Danny starts to cry. “Cookie!”

Maddie walks over, and gives Danny his binkie. Danny refuses it af first, but once he has it he calms down fast.

He looks at the cookie jar still, though.

And, slowly, he lifts out of his chair. He kicks his little legs, pushing himself forward. He plops down on the counter, and reaches into the jar with an intangible hand.

He pulls out not one, but two cookies!

He gets so excited that he starts waving his arms, making happy noises.

Jack looks over. “What? Maddie, he’s gotten into the cookie jar!”

“I’ve got it!” Maddie walks over and scoops Danny up in his old Anti-Ghost-Phasing Blanket. Soft, warm, and totally ghost-proof.

Danny whines. “Cookie!”

“I said not yet, honey.” Maddie grabs the cookies and puts them on the counter. She safety pins the blanket around Danny like a little cape, except it takes away his powers.

Danny sits in his chair, throwing a fit! But to no avail. Eventually he just sits there, tear-faced and angry.

And then Jazz walks in. She looks over at the cookies, and then at Danny.

She walks over and snatches them off the counter as quick as she can! She casually walks over to the table, and hands them to Danny.

Danny brightens up. He shoves one cookie in his mouth, and gives the other back to Jazz. His original intention.

Jazz smiles, and scarfs the cookie down just before Maddie turns around.

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“Why?” Danny looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes.

Maddie’s heart aches. “People might get scared.”

Danny frowns. “Scawy?”

“No, no, you aren’t scary. But the... idea of ghosts, for a lot of people, can be scary.”

Danny thinks, and then walks over to the fridge. “Scawy.”

Maddie looks at the drawing Danny is pointing at. It’s Jazz’s drawing of The Ghost.

The one that’s been haunting them for months.

Black horns, it looks like. Red eyes. Deathly blue skin. It makes Maddie shiver, knowing it had direct access to her children for so long.

Danny starts to cry. “I scawy!”

Maddie scoops him up. “No, no sweetie! You are nothing like that monster, nothing like it at all! And you never will be, I promise!” Maddie hugs him tightly. “Oh, my poor baby... how about we take a break? Do you want to help Jazz paint something?”

Danny sniffles, and nods. They head upstairs, leaving the talk for another day.

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“Kindergarten, Jack,” Maddie says, packing the little lunch box. “He’s already in Kindergarten!”

Jack is already openly sobbing as he makes Jazz a sandwich.

“Do you think he understands what he needs to do?” Maddie asks no-one in particular, just worrying.

“He understands perfectly!”

Maddie jumps a little, and turns around to see Jazz smiling proudly. Danny stands right next to her, a shyer smile on his face. Maddie tears up at the sight of him with his little backpack and school outfit on.

Jazz looks at Danny. “Go ahead! Show them what we practiced!”

Danny puffs out his chest to look strong. “I won’t go through anything, turn invi-invisi- um, turn not-seeing-me, I won’t fly, and, um... and if I feel another ghost, I’ll use this!” He pulls his little Fenton Emergency Pager out of his pocket.

Maddie wipes her eyes. “Perfect, honey,” she says, letting the pride seep into her voice. “Oh, my baby boy! Growing up so fast!” She picks him up and kisses his face. Danny wraps his arms around her neck.

“Do I have to go, mommy? They’ll think I’m scary.”

“Oh, honey. You aren’t scary, I promise.”

“... What if I need to be scary?”

“Mommy will come be scary for you.”

“She very good at it,” Jack chimes in, shivering a little as he remembers the time a ghost attacked while Maddie was buying Danny’s first pair of little shoes. By the time it was over, Jack almost pitied the thing.

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Maddie gives Danny one last hug. “Remember, calls u anytime you need us, okay?”

He nods. “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Jazz.”

“You’re just going to school, not saying bye forever.” Even as Jazz says it, her lip wobbles and her voice cracks.

Danny floats up to the car window give her a hug, before being quickly held up by Maddie to cover the power use.

“That’s the only time today you’ll do that,” she reminds him.

Danny nods.

Eventually... the goodbyes are done being dragged out. Danny’s family drives away as the teacher leads him inside.

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Danny sits on a swing by himself, not sure what to do.

Usually at home he plays using his powers. He doesn’t know how to be good at tag without making it so people can’t touch him, or how to play hide-and-seek without turning invisible.

He kicks the sand. This is stupid. He misses Jazz. He can play with her.

“Hi.”

Danny looks up. Another young boy is standing in front of him, holding some kind of electronic. The boy holds out his hand. “I’m Tucker.”

Danny shakes his hand, focusing very hard on keeping it a real hand. “I’m Danny.”

Tucker shows him the electronic. “Want to play my game?"

Danny looks at it. It’s a coloring game. He nods.

They pass it back and forth between each other for a while, both coloring in different parts of the same picture.

Eventually it’s time to back in. Danny and Tucker ask if they can sit closer together.

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“So, how was it?” Maddie asks, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she picks Danny up. “Have fun?”

“I made a friend!” Danny yells! “His name is Tucker and he’s really nice!”

Maddie relaxes. “Oh? How did you meet?”

“He let me play his coloring game!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“We made a tower out of blocks and it was the strongest ever! And I never used my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie!”

Maybe Maddie can stop worrying now. ... Probably not.

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“What if we gave it big scary horns?” Danny says as he doodled something in crayon. “Like the thing that watches my window.”

Tucker looks at him with wide eyes. “A monster watches you?”

“My parents don’t let it touch me. They hunt ghosts.”

“Oh. Do you hunt ghosts?”

Danny shakes his head. “I’m too little.”

“Oh. Me too.”

“You should give it bat wings.”

They both look up. The quiet girl who usually sits in the back is standing in front of them, her hair pulled back in a tight black braid and her clothes perfectly pressed.

Danny looks at the drawing, and nods. He adds the wings. “We’re drawing the monster from that story we heard today.”

The girl sits down. “I bet it had claws. And could breathe black fire!”

Danny adds them on. “You’re really smart!”

The girl nods. “I am.”

“I’m Danny.”

“I’m Tucker!”

The girl grins. “I’m Samatha.”

“Wow... that’s a long name,” Danny says, eyes wide. “My sister has a long name too. Do all girls have long names?”

Samantha thinks. “I dunno. I haven’t met all girls.”

“Oh. We don’t know all boys, either.”

They spend the rest of free time coloring. Once it’s over, Samantha moves to sit with them.

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“So, how was today, sweetie?”

“I made another friend! She’s really good, and her parents make her have long hair but she wants it short, and we made this with her!” He shows Maddie the drawing.

Maddie grimaces a little, but turns it into a smile. “It’s lovely, dear. Looks... a little like Jazz’s picture.”

Danny nods.”The monster in the story lived in the window. So does this ghost.”

“... What?”

“He lives by my window. But he can’t come inside, so I make faces at him and make him mad.”

Maddie speeds up a little. “Danny, we’re going to be altering your windows when we get home. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Danny leads Sam and Tucker to his room with his tiny arms full of snacks. He brings them inside, and proudly stands in the middle. “This is my room!”

"Cool!” Tucker exclaims. “Whoa, you have a computer?”

Danny shakes his head. “That’s to keep ghosts out. Ghosts hate us.”

“You’ve seen some?” Samantha asks, eyes wide.

Danny grins. “So many!”

“Can we see some?”

“Sure, I can even-”

They hear a gasp in the doorway. Turning to look, they see Jazz. “Danny, you didn’t let me meet your friends!”

Danny looks horrified. “Oh no!” He runs over and pulls Jazz into the room. “This is my big sister Jazz! She’s the coolest big sister!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“I’m Sam!”

Jazz grins. “Guess what I learned yesterday?” She points out of the room. “How to use the remote!”

The trio of toddler’s eyes sparkle. They cheer for Jazz as all of them descend, ready to Take Control Of The TV!

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“-and this is The Box Ghost,” Danny says, showing his friends the doodle him and Jazz made at home. “He’s silly. He wants to be scary, but he isn’t.”

Tucker and Samantha nods like it the most important thing they’ll ever learn.

Danny pulls out the next drawing. “This is Scary, the ghost from my window.” It’s a new drawing, a little more detailed thanks to Jazz being better at drawing now. And Danny having seen the face so, so many times. “I don’t see him anymore. Mom and Dad kicked him out of the window.”

“He’s ugly,” Samantha says, wrinkling her nose.

“He looks stinky,” Tucker agrees.

Danny looks over at the window. “Shhhh! He’s here!”

Tucker and Samantha look at the window. They see nothing.

They look back at Danny. They see little puffs coming out of his mouth, and his eyes are the wrong color.

Danny pulls his pager out. “It’s okay. Mommy will come scare him away.”

“We can’t see him,” Samantha says.

Danny nods. “He’s hard to see.”

“Do you have to have glowy eyes like yours?” Tucker asks. “I have to have glasses. Are your eyes like Ghost Glasses?”

Danny thinks, and then nods. “I guess so. ... OH NO!” He covers his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why not?”

“Mommy said it’s a secret! You’ll think I’m scary!”

“But it’s not scary.”

Danny tilts his head, still covering his eyes. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s cool!”

He slowly uncovers his eyes. “... Do... you think this is scary?” He holds out his arm, and makes it invisible.

Tucker and Samantha gasp! Danny pulls his arm back, about to cry. They think he’s scary, they won’t be his friends anymore-

“That’s so cool,” Samantha says.

“I wanna do that!” Tucker exclaims.

Danny can’t believe it for a second. And then he grins. “I can do more stuff too! I’ll show you at my house!”

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Maddie paces the floor while Danny sits on the couch, his little face burning with shame.

Jazz sits next to him, arms crossed. Jack stands in front of him, Maddie pacing beside her husband.

“You told your friends?” Maddie asks again.

Danny nods, keeping his head low. “I didn’t mean to. I saw Scary, and my eyes turned green, and I can’t fix that.”

Maddie sighs. “I know, sweetie, but you showed them more after! We caught you flying them around your room! How can you even carry both of them at once?!”

“It’s easy when I’m a ghost,” he says, still keeping his head low. “Everything’s easy when I’m a ghost.”

Maddie stops pacing. “Oh, sweetie... I know it must be strange for you to suddenly have to hide it.”

Danny nods. He sniffles a little.

“It’s for your own safety, son,” Jack says. “You understand that, right? We just want you to be safe.”

“Other kids can be mean, Danny,” Jazz says. “I’m smart, and some kids are mean to me for that.”

“But Samantha and Tucker aren’t mean!”

“No, they aren’t,” Maddie concedes. “... I guess what’s done is done. Danny?” She kneels down in front of him and gently lifts his head up, wiping his tears away. “We aren’t mad. We’re worried. They’re your friends, but they also don’t understand this the way we do.”

“... Can you make them understand?”

Maddie nods. “We’ll absolutely have a talk with them. You can go get them from your room right now, even. But Danny? No-one else. Okay? These two kids are the only kids you will ever tell. Promise?”

Danny nods, still sniffling. “Promise.”

Maddie puts on her HAZMAT glove and holds out her pinkie. “Fenton promise?”

Danny links her pinkie with his, letting it go ghostly. “Fenton promise, Mommy.”

“Okay. You can send your friends down now.”

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Danny waits for his mom to come pick him up, Samantha and Tucker sitting next to him.

Samantha looks up suddenly. “I don’t like my name.”

Danny and Tucker look at her.

She stands up. “From now on, my name is... is Sam!”

Danny and Tucker clap, because they learned that’s the polite thing to do when someone has a dramatic moment like this. They learned it from watching the older kids do a play.

Sam sits back down. “I’m Sam,” she says happily. “Sam.”

“Sam is a good name,” Danny says.

“Easier to write,” Tucker says.

“Yeah.” Sam is very proud of her new name.

They wait a bit longer, and a long black car pulls up. Sam stands up, but her parents don’t step out.

A tall, white-haired man does, one none of them have ever met before. He smiles down at them. “Hello, Danny. Hello, Danny’s friends.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Danny’s parents,” he says, giving a slight bow (or maybe just bending over to hear them better since they’re so much shorter than him).

“I don’t know you,” Danny says, accusatory. “Mrs. Emma told us about people like you!”

The Man shakes his head. “I’m not a stranger, I promise. Your parents and I are very close.”

“I don’t know you,” Danny says again. He steps between The Man and his friends. “I’m gonna tell Mrs. Emma on you.”

“Danny, really, your mother called and asked me to pick you up.”

“You liar! She always picks me up!”

“She’s fighting a ghost right now.”

“She leaves fights to come get me!”

The Man sighs. He grabs Danny’s arm. “Stubborn like your parents. Come on, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“NO!” Danny yanks his arm, trying to get away. “LET GO OF ME!”

“Stop making a scene!”

“LET GO! YOU-”

Danny gaps, a puff of breath coming out and his eyes turning green.

“S-Scary,” he whimpers. “SCARY! MOMMY! MOMMMYYYY! SCARY HAS ME!!! HELP!!!”

Danny yanks again, Tucker and Sam finally running inside to get Mrs. Emma!

The Man scowls. “I’m trying to help you, little badger!”

“YOU’RE THE SCARY IN THE WINDOW!” Danny looks at him with bright eyes, tearful and afraid. “GET AWAY!!!”

Danny’s little hand glows green, and suddenly The Man is clutching his stomach instead of Danny’s arm. Danny runs inside, right into Mrs. Emma’s arms. He sobs to her as she frantically calls the police, trying to read the plate of the car speeding off into the distance.

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Maddie hands Jazz a Baton. “This is in case this ‘Scary’ come after you,” Maddie says, still shaking a bit. “Okay?”

Jazz nods.

“Danny, this is for you.” Maddie hands him a black-and-white suit. “This is to keep other ghosts from sensing you, okay? So wear it under your clothes.”

Danny nods, still crying.

Maddie looks at Sam and Tucker. Their parents were late picking them up, but with the attempted kidnapping it was decided that they’ll stay with The Fentons for a few hours until their parents could get them.

“You two get these.” She hands them Fenton Pagers, and Fenton Fun-Sized Ghost Stunners. “They can hurt people too, so only use them on ghosts. Or if someone tries to do... what you saw today, ever again.”

Sam and Tucker nod.

“And Danny? From now on, wait with Mrs. Emma until we come inside to get you.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“And when I get my hands on this ‘Scary’, I promise you’ll never have to worry about him again.”

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Danny looks around to see if anyone is watching. He, Tucker, and Sam are crouched under a desk in the classroom while everyone else is out at recess.

He holds out his hand to the stack of paper, and closes his eyes. For a second, nothing happens.

And then it glows green, and a small beam shoots from his hand! Tucker and Sam gasp!

“You’re like a superhero!” Tucker exclaims, standing up.

“A ghost superhero!” Sam says, standing up too. “You need a superhero name!”

Danny shoots up, smiling widely. “What should it be?”

They all think for a long, long time.

Sam perks up. “I know!”

She grabs a book from the corner. The book is a Halloween one, mostly for pictures with just a few words. She flips to a page, and points to it. “This word! It means Ghost!”

Danny and Tucker peer at it. “How do you say it?” Tucker asks.

Sam grins. “Phantom!”

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“Phantom?” Maddie says, looking at the doodle.

Jack nods. “Apparently Sam came up with it! Our boy wants to be a ghost hunter after all!”

“Superhero, this says.”

“Same thing!”

“Jack, what’re you making there?”

Jack holds up the suit, one of the prototype Anti-Ghost-Detection suits for Danny. “I got out my old needlepointing stuff and am making him a superhero costume! See, it’s a P!”

Maddie squints, trying to get a better look at the outline. “It looks like a D.”

Jack looks at it. “Hmm. I guess from some angles. But it’s a P! Or, DP! Danny Phantom!”

Maddie’s expression goes soft. “Awww! Okay, you keep making that, and I’ll hang this doodle on the fridge! But no actual ghost fighting until he’s at least fourteen, right?”

“Absolutely!”

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Danny steps into the school “Halloween Party” with his hands on his hips and a bright grin, looking like a mini-version of his dad behind him.

“Aww, and what are you dressed as, Danny?” Mrs. Emma asks.

“A superhero ghosthunter!” Danny says proudly. “My parents made this for me!”

“It’s great,” Mrs. Emma says genuinely. “Alright, go mingle! We’re going to make paper jack-o-lanterns later so now is the time to trade candies!”

Danny walks over to his friends, still striking the pose. Tucker, dressed as a robot made out of cardboard boxes, pouts in slight jealousy as Danny comes over. Sam, dressed as a vampire, grins. “P for Phantom!” she yells.

Danny runs over faster. “Yeah! My dad put the logo on!” He shows it off proudly. “I’m gonna be the best ghosthunter ever!”

“You can work from the inside!” Tucker says, getting over his jealousy thankfully quick. “Make them think you wanna haunt stuff too!”

“Yeah!” Danny strikes another pose. “But I’m actually going to catch them all, because I’m Danny Phantom!”

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Danny and Jazz are playing with dolls in the living room. “Pow! Take that!” Danny shouts, making his doll punch Jazz’s.

“Nooo!” Jazz cries out in a husky voice. “But how? I’m The Scary! Nothing can not fear me!”

“I don’t fear you!” Danny waves the hand of his doll, making laser noises. Jazz shakes her doll around, making dying noises. “I’m Danny Phantom, the strongest ghost boy ever!”

“Nooooo!”

Maddie chuckles, watching them. “That Scary better watch out for more than just us.”

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“Where are we going?” Danny asks again.

“It’s a surprise!” Jack says again, still as excited as when the road trip started.

Danny huffs, looking out the window again. “Why couldn’t Sam and Tucker come?”

“Because they’re spending Summer visiting their families,” Maddie says. “And so are we, sort of.”

“I though Auntie lived in Spittoon,” Jazz says.

“She does! This is different.”

After hours (years in the minds of the kids), they pull up to a mansion. All fo the boredom washes away instantly, Jazz and Danny cramming into the window to see it!

“Are we rich?” Jazz demands to know.

“We’re well-off, but not quite. Welcome to your honorary Uncle Vlad’s house!” Maddie cheers.

“Vlad was out best friend in college!” Jack says, grinning. “He got back in contact with us a few years ago and we’ve been thick as thieves since! He asked us too come over this weekend, and we thought we’d surprise him and let him meet your two at the same time!”

Danny and Jazz cheer! THEY GET TO STAY IN A MANSION!

The family piles out of the car, and stand in front of the door! Maddie and Jack make sure Jazz and Danny look extra nice, and ring the doorbell!

It takes a long minute, so they ring it again!

Finally, a man opens it up! “Oh, Maddie, Jack, I’m so sorry I didn’t hear-”

Danny shrieks. His eyes are glowing bright as they can, his breaths giant puffs! He holds up his hand and send a little beam right into Vlad’s side!

Vlad falls back with an “Oof!”

“Danny!” Maddie scoops him up. “What on earth has gotten into you? Oh, Danny!”

Danny is sobbing pointing at Vlad. “It-it’s him! The-The Scary! He-he tried to take me!”

Maddie and Jack freeze. Slowly, they both look at Vlad. Jazz pulls out her Baton.

“Vlad?” Maddie says coldly.

“Didn’t I only invite you two?” Vlad wheezes.

Jack points a ghost detector at Vlad. It goes off.

“Now, now, I can explai- AGCK!”

Jazz starts happening him with the Baton before he can finish his sentence. Maddie hands Danny to Jack. “Sweetie, close the door and take Danny back to the truck. I need to have a word with Vlad.”

Jack does as told, holding Danny in his lap and soothing him.

“He-he tried to take me,” Danny sobs again.

“Don’t worry, son.” Jack hugs him tightly. “No-one’s ever going to be able to do that. We’ll always keep you safe. We promise.”

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“And what do we always wear while testing new devices?” Maddie asks, handing Danny a Fenton Ghost-Zapper that would use Danny’s own ghost energy to work.

Danny grins, and puts it on. “Face mask!”

“Because?”

“Because lab safety is very important!”

Maddie grins. “That’s right! And who do we thank for reminding us of that every time we’re in the lab?”

Danny points. “Jazz! Thank you, Jazz!”

Jazz grins proudly.

#danny phantom #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #kidnapping tw #attempted kidnapping #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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arvinsescape · 3 years ago

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Drunk

A/N: Hope you enjoy, bit of cheese, bit of fluff! Been in my draughts for ages!! Hope you all enjoy 💕💕

Warnings: Swearing.

Summary: Tom takes care of his girl when she has a girl’s night out.

W/C: 4.5K... Yeah idk how it got so long either...

Tom watched as you fixed your hair before turning and looking at him, excited look on your face.

“How do I look?” You asked as you twirled for him.

“Beautiful, as always.” Tom answered easily, you really did. Your dress stopped just below your thigh, black tights covering your legs and a pair of heels to finish it off.

“You sure you don’t mind doing this?” You asked as he picked up his car keys and opened the door.

“Do I ever?” He said back, he was dropping you off for a night out with your friends and he’d said he’d pick you up.

“I know but I hate the idea of you waiting up for me, I haven’t seen them in a while and it might get late.” You said as you bit your lip following him to the car.

“I already told you, it’s fine. How many times have you picked me up from a night out?” He asked and you smiled as he opened the passenger side door for you. That smile was enough of a thanks for Tom.

“You’re the best you know that?” You said as he got into the driver’s side.

“I know.” He said and you snorted. “Just promise me you won’t let your phone die this time.” Tom smiled as he set off.

“I charged it this time.” You said and held up your phone screen as if to show the evidence.

“Good, that was a nightmare having to chase you around.” He laughed.

“Look, if you weren’t a celebrity I’d have been able to borrow a stranger’s phone to call you.” You shrugged and he smirked.

“You also probably shouldn’t have gotten split up from your friends.” He teased.

“That wasn’t my fault, I already told you, one minute they were there and the next they weren’t.” You said and Tom laughed as he shook his head and reached over for your hand.

“Just as long as you have a good night okay. You’ve earned it.” He said as he pulled up outside the bar you were meeting your friends in.

“I’ll try. Thank you Tom, you really are the best, if you want me to get a taxi just text me.” You said and he lent over as he placed a kiss to your lips.

“Not happening, I like to make sure you’re safe.” He said as he kissed you again.

“I do it when you’re away filming.” You said, you really didn’t want to put him out.

“Yeah and I always make you call me don’t I? Gotta make sure you get home safe.” He said and you smiled as he placed a final kiss to your lips and then a kiss to your cheek. “Now, go, have fun. I’ll see you in a while.” He said as he watched you leave the car, god knows how drunk you were going to get tonight.

Tom did his usual routine when he was on pick up duty, he got a good nap in before midnight to ensure he’d stay awake, a couple of coffees to help after he’d woken up. He knew you were having a good night, he’d received three photos and a video, smiling and shaking his head as he observed them.

The first two pictures where from you and they were fine, just ordinary pictures to let him know you were still okay, you told him it was easier than sending him a message. The third picture he’d received from your best friend, you were sat at the table with two drinks and two straws in your mouth as you drank from the two drinks. Your friend having captured it “we told her she was slacking,” he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips, firing back a few of the heart eye emojis in response.

The video he’d received five minutes ago, from one of your other friends, told him you were indeed having a good night and you were going to be rather drunk when he picked you up. You were with your best friend and you were sat at your table singing your heart out to some absolute shite as you swayed, voice louder than when he’d dropped you off.

It was almost three am when he received four illegible messages from you that he knew it was his cue to put his shoes on and grab his keys, he was opening his car door when your name flashed across the screen.

“Hi darling.” Tom said, he could hear the chaos of the club you were outside of.

“Hi Tommy.” You said louder than you usually would and he smiled as he sat in the car. “I tried to ring but I kept getting it wrong.” You huffed and Tom laughed.

“That’s what those messages where about?” He teased. He didn’t miss your friends shouting a greeting down the phone at him either. “Where are you?” He asked as he started the car up.

“Outside that club, I can never remember its name, you know that one.” You said and he could tell you were trying to be quiet as you said it, failing but trying, and Tom smirked.

“Oh, that club.” Tom said. You’d once been out drinking together and ended up in this particular club’s bathroom together. “I’ll be ten minutes.” He said as you exchanged ‘I love you’s’ before he hung up and set off.

Ten minutes later and he found you outside the club with your friends and you were hammered. Tom laughed as he watched you sway as you tried to keep your balance, approaching you, watching the way your eyes lit up when you saw him.

“Tommy!” You practically shouted as you threw yourself into his arms and placed your head into his chest. “I missed you.” You mumbled as he brought his arms around you. Your three other friends were in just as bad of a shape as you.

“Come on, let’s get you guy’s home.” Tom said as he watched your friends stumble to his car, he looked down at you and you smiled up at him.

“My feet hurt.” You said and he laughed, he knew what you wanted, you liked to be in his arms when you were drunk, more so than usual.

“Do they?” Tom said and he watched as you nodded enthusiastically before he turned around and let you hop onto his back. Your arms slung around his shoulders as you kissed his cheek. He unlocked the car, watching as your friends climbed into the back seats. He got you into the passenger side with ease before getting back behind the wheel.

“Y/N, what have you done to this boy?” One of your friends asked. “My boyfriend doesn’t do that.” She huffed and you laughed.

“That’s because your boyfriend is an arsehole.” You said and Tom laughed, you pulled his hand into your own and played with it in your lap as he drove, not in the direction of home because he knew what was coming next. “Can we go to McDonalds?” You asked suddenly, gaze shifting to look at him.

“As always.” Tom answered and he watched as you turned to your friends and fist pumped.

“See, I told you he’d drive us there.” You said, Tom laughed, it was a ritual when you got this drunk to have McDonalds, he didn’t need to ask what you wanted. “Tommy’s the best.” You said and your best friend laughed.

“He’s whipped, no offence Tom.” She said with a smile.

“Can’t argue if it’s true.” He said with a laugh.

“I can’t believe he admits it.” She said again. “Y/N? Where did you find this guy?” She asked and you shrugged with a smile.

“I don’t know, but I’m not sharing.” You said and your friends burst into a fit of giggles as Tom smiled at you.

“But we’re best friends!” She teased.

“We are and I’ll share anything else with you just not Tom.” You said firmly and Tom laughed as he pulled into the much-loved fast food parking lot. “Yes!” You said as you got out of the car, Tom laughing as your friends followed.

“I thought your feet hurt.” Tom teased once he’d caught up and you looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“They do.” You said as you fell into his arms, waiting for Tom to place the order because he knew you’d get it all wrong, too drunk to read the screen properly. “Thank you.” You mumbled into his chest as you waited.

“You’re welcome.” He said as he kissed your head, you snuggling further into his chest. He eventually encouraged you to sit in the booth with your friends as he got your food. Once you were all done, he got you all back into the car, yawning as he sat back behind the wheel for the final time that night.

“I found something out tonight Tom.” You said, you had hold of his hand again as you rested it in your lap and Tom looked at you humming for you to continue. “Y/F/N has a crush on Harry, she told me.” You said and Tom laughed as your friend reached behind your head and slapped it playfully.

“I told you not to tell him!” She announced as your friends fell into a fit of laughter.

“I told you I tell him everything.” You laughed as you brought his hand up to kiss the back of it. “Besides, Tom would know if Harry had a crush back.” You said loudly and Tom laughed again.

“I don’t.” He clarified.

It wasn’t long before he was listening to you all reminisce about your night, fits of laughter filling his car as he dropped both of your friends off, the only drop of left being your best friend.

“Shit.” She exclaimed and you looked round at her.

“What?” You asked.

“I forgot my bloody house door key.” She groaned.

“Just call your boyfriend.” You shrugged and she laughed sarcastically.

“No, if he’s asleep there’s no getting him up. He doesn’t wait up for me like this one.” She said and Tom watched as you frowned.

“I don’t know why you don’t just leave him, he’s awful.” You said and she hummed in agreement. “Tommy?”

“Yeah, she can stay at ours.” Tom answered easily and you smiled at him. He would quite literally do anything for that smile.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the house, Tom helping you get out as your best friend followed you both. You were on Tom’s back again, as you played with his hair, and he opened the door. He let you down and watched as you hastily took your shoes off and threw them to the side, Tom putting them where they belong.

“Where’s my baby?” You asked as you tore off into the living room, Tom laughing as you stumbled.

“Thanks again Tom.” Your best friend said and Tom smiled before encouraging her into the living room. He was not surprised to see that your haste to get in there was because of Tess. You were on the floor with her and cuddling her as she ran her tongue up your cheek.

“I missed you.” You were saying as you cuddled her. Tom’s heart did flips as he watched you interact with her. He loved watching the two of you. You turned around after a while and looked up at Tom with a lazy and sleepy smile. “I’m tired.” You said as you rubbed your eyes, almost like a child.

“Okay, bedtime then.” Tom said as he lifted you effortlessly from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you encouraged your friend to follow you upstairs.

“Guest bathroom is there, your bedroom is there.” You said sleepily as you pointed to both rooms in question. “If you need anything just help yourself.” You yawned as you laid your head on Tom’s shoulder. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You finished and Tom smiled as he kissed your temple, listening as the two friends said their good nights.

“You smell of something incredibly bloody sweet.” Tom said as he grimaced slightly, catching a very strong smell that clung to you.

“Some guy spilled his cocktail on me.” You said through a yawn. Tom lifted his hand and ran it through your now messy hair, getting to the tips and feeling the sticky liquid. “He was a dick.” You added. “Tried to dance with me. I told him to fuck off but he didn’t listen.” You said and Tom’s hands on your thighs tightened slightly.

“What happened?” He asked as he took you into the bathroom of your shared bedroom. Placing you on the counter.

“Y/F/N threatened him and he did a runner.” You laughed and Tom shook his head with a small smile. “He was just annoying and a complete dick.” You said as your head fell back against the wall with a thud.

“Yeah, he sounds like it.” Tom said as he wiped your face with a wipe, taking off the make-up. “Are you okay though?” He asked seriously.

“Yeah.” You said as you cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He returned easily. “Come on, you need a quick shower.” He said.

“But Tommy it’s like four am and I’m so tired.” You said with a huff.

“I know darling but you’re very sticky and you have to get into bed.” He reasoned, knowing it wouldn’t help your hangover tomorrow to have the stench of alcohol clung to you. He encouraged you off the counter, laughing as you fell into his chest, your body giving into the drunken and tiredness it was feeling.

He lifted your dress to your waist and got on his knees as he pulled your tights from you. You held his shoulders as he placed a firm hand on your waist and helped you to get out of the material, laughing as you huffed in frustration, hands tightening around his shoulders as you swayed. He pulled your underwear down before standing to full height pulling your dress up and over your head.

“What happened?” He asked as his thumb ran over a very prominent bruise on your hip. You just shrugged in response; you had a habit of walking into things even when alcohol wasn’t involved. He encouraged you into the shower, taking his own clothing off as he joined you.

“You gonna have your way with me Tommy?” You asked with a cheeky smile and he shook his head as he put shampoo in your hair.

“Not tonight sweetheart.” He said and you hugged him, it made it awkward to wash your hair but he went with it.

“Why not? You did the other morning.”

“You weren’t drunk the other morning.” He reminded your drunken state.

“I’m giving my consent.” You said and Tom huffed out a laugh as he moved onto washing your body.

“It doesn’t work like that baby.” He said as he kissed your cheek.

“You’re too good.” You said, Tom was having a hard time now keeping your arms from him, he needed you to stand still so he could wash your body. He was careful, cautious as he made sure you were okay and didn’t slip.

“No sweetheart, it’s what everyone should do.” He said as he lifted your leg to wash it.

“I feel like my ex would have.” You were rambling now, saying things as they came to mind.

“Well he was a twat.” Tom said, he really had a dislike for your ex, he’d never met him but the way he’d treated you was awful. You laughed at his words, agreeing as he set your leg down, helping you out of the shower once you were clean and drying you off.

You made your way into the bedroom and Tom smiled in endearment as you went straight for his t shirt drawer and pulled out your favourite when you were drunk. Tom would never admit he washed it this morning so you’d have it for tonight. Your eyes lit up as you brought the material to Tom who pulled it over your figure with a smile.

“Come on.” Tom said as he moved you into bed and onto your side in case you were hit with a sudden urge to throw up. He watched as you snuggled into the sheets, almost childlike and his heart flipped at the sight. You were adorable. Tess made her way into the room, jumping up to sleep at your feet, she’d missed you this evening.

“Tommy?” You mumbled quietly as he got himself ready for bed, voice laced with sleep.

“Yes my love?”

“Cuddle?” You said and he joined you instantly, you snuggled back into his arms as he held your back against his chest. “I love you.” Where the last words you spoke before your breathing completely evened out.

It was 2 pm when Tom woke up, your figure clung to him, he smiled at your peaceful form, carefully removing your arms from him as Tess stood.

“Tess, no. Leave her be, come on.” Tom said as he encouraged his dog out of bed with him, she huffed but listened. He wanted to make sure you got all the sleep your body wanted you to have. “Come on.” Tom encouraged quietly once he was dressed, making his way downstairs.

“Hey.” Your best friend greeted as she saw Tom. “Sorry, you guys weren’t up and I needed coffee.” She said as she placed a hand over her face.

“S’okay.” Tom huffed a laugh as he boiled the kettle. “How’d you sleep?” He asked as he let Tess into the garden, leaving the door open for fresh air that he was sure your best friend probably needed.

“Pretty well, I woke up like four times thinking I needed to be sick but your beds are so comfy, I wish I was rich.” She laughed and Tom smiled as he shook his head. “How’s Y/N/N?”

“No idea, she’s still asleep, probably gonna feel horrendous though.” He laughed as he made himself a brew.

“First thing she says when she gets up?” She asked and Tom raised a brow. “My bets on ‘I’m never drinking again.’” She laughed.

“My monies on ‘where’s Tess.’” Tom said as he sat next to her at the kitchen table.

“Let’s see who knows her better then.” She teased and Tom gave a ‘you’re on’ before sipping his brew. “Have you thought about, you know?” She asked and Tom furrowed his brows.

“About what?” He asked for clarification.

“You know, proposing?” She cleared up and Tom put his mug down.

“Yeah.” He shrugged and your friend smiled as she looked at him.

“How long have you been together now?” She asked. “Like 2 years?”

“Three next month.” He said and your friend smiled.

“You really do look after her you know?” She said and Tom shrugged.

“She does the same for me.”

“You didn’t have to look after us you know; her friends aren’t your responsibility.” She said.

“Yeah but, it’s good to make sure you all get home safe, I’m not a dick.” He laughed.

“True. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“Always.” He said as they fell into silence.

“So when are you thinking of doing it?” She asked and Tom laughed.

“Next month.” He said. “Got her dads permission already.” He said and your friend teasingly glared at him.

“What about mine?”

“Oh sorry. May I?” He teased back and she laughed.

“Yeah, you’ll do.” She laughed before groaning and holding her head. “Wait,” she suddenly said. “You mean you’re gonna do it when you take her on holiday?” She asked.

“Yeah, got it all planned out.”

“Tell me.”

“I will, just not when there’s potential for her to walk in.” Tom laughed and your friend nodded. They chatted away for a while, Tom offering her some food which she declined politely. It wasn’t long before Tom heard movement upstairs, moving to grab the glass of water and pain killers he knew would be needed.

You walked into the kitchen, shorts now on your legs to accompany his shirt, your eyes still looked tired and your hair was a mess on top of your head but Tom still found you beautiful, you looked incredibly hungover though. You didn’t say anything as you made your way to Tom who handed you the glass of water, smiling as you took it and sat in his lap.

Tom and your friend watched in anticipation as you downed the water and pain killers, before looking around the room, Tom smiled, already knowing what was coming.

“Where’s Tess?” You croaked out, voice probably hoarse from all the singing you’d done last night.

“Goddam.” Your friend said with a laugh and Tom gave her a look that said ‘see.’ As if she knew you were awake, Tess made her way back inside and placed her front paws on your lap excitedly. You stroked her head as you put the glass down, getting off Tom’s lap and wordlessly making your way into the living room, Tess behind you.

Tom followed after a moment, you and Tess cuddled on the couch as Tom sat next to you. You were curled into a ball as Tess curled into you. Your friend joined and sat on one of the other couch’s. You groaned as you held your head, moving to place it on Tom’s bicep as you rubbed your head against it.

“I feel horrendous.” You said and Tom laughed.

“I bet you do.” He teased and you slapped his chest with little to no energy.

“Shh.” You said as you moved to place your head in his lap, moving your legs out to stretch, Tess placing her head on your side as you looked in the direction of the TV.

“Here.” Tom said as he handed you the TV remote, watching as you scrolled through the apps, opening Disney plus. He placed the blanket he’d brought downstairs over your frame.

“What do you wanna watch?” You directed the question at your friend.

“Your house, you pick.” She shrugged.

“You ever seen ‘onward’?” You asked and Tom groaned.

“No.” Your friend said.

“It’s really good.” You said as your eyes scanned the TV looking for the film in question. “There’s this really hot guy that voices one of the characters.” You said and Tom’s hands fell to your now dry hair.

“Yeah?” Your friend asked with a knowing look.

“Yeah, Chris Pratt.” You teased and Tom laughed.

“Oi,” Tom said. “Take that back or you can find a new cuddle buddy.” Tom said and you shook your head as you buried it further into his thigh.

“No, stay. I didn’t mean it. It’s Tom Holland, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of him but his voice is wow.” You said with a small laugh.

“Better.” Tom said as your friend laughed as the film started. The room falling into quiet, the only noise coming from the TV.

“For god’s sake.” Your friend suddenly said as she threw her phone onto the couch cushion next to her.

“What?” You grumbled, Tom’s fingers massaging your head, voice tired.

“He’s angry at me.” She clarified and you groaned.

“Just leave him. It’s not your fault he was asleep last night, should’ve waited up.” You said and she groaned.

“We can’t all have a Mr Perfect.” She said back.

“I mean no but at the same time, it’s not a big ask. Why’s he annoyed?”

“Because I stayed out, forgot my keys. Apparently, I’m an idiot for forgetting them.” She said with a huff.

“He’s a twat. I’d just be glad you were safe.” You said and Tom couldn’t help but silently agree, he’d never treat you so poorly.

“You’re probably right, but I don’t have the energy to fight him today.” Your friend groaned. “Do you mind if I take a shower?” She asked.

“Go for it. Towels are in the cupboard and I have some spare clothes in my drawer, take what you want, you’ll know which drawers are mine.” You said and Tom laughed, you were comfy now and that meant any hospitality had gone out of the window.

“You want me to root around in your bedroom?” She asked with a laugh.

“I’m comfy and I trust you.” You said and she shook her head with a laugh as she disappeared upstairs. You had now found ‘up’ and Tom’s hands were running through your hair. “I love you.” You grumbled out after a moment.

“I love you. Apart from the hangover did you have a good night?” He asked.

“Yeah, this really good-looking guy took me home.” You teased.

“Yeah? Did he take care of you?”

“Yeah, I think he took me for food as well.”

“I think he might have done.”

“Yeah, he’s won my heart over, think I might stay with him forever.” You said and Tom smiled as he awkwardly lent over you to kiss your forehead.

“Yeah, I think he might want that too.”

“I hope so. I heard he’s whipped, self admittedly so.”

“How do you remember this?” Tom laughed and you shrugged.

“Beats me.”

You spent what was left of the afternoon on the couch, no intent to move as you came to slightly, your friend had gotten an uber home, declining Tom’s offer of a lift. You were now sat eating pizza that you’d ordered in.

“I hope she leaves him.” You said referring to your friend.

“Yeah, I don’t like him much.” Tom said, he’d met him a couple of times and thought he was nothing more than a dick. Wanted to be the guy who didn’t look soft for his girlfriend.

“She needs a you.” You smiled and Tom laughed.

“You specifically told her last night that you won’t share me.” He teased and you laughed.

“No I won’t but you know, might be fun if she dated one of your friends, she had a bit of a crush on Tuwaine for a while.” You shrugged.

“Little match maker.” Tom laughed.

“We should invite them both out, get them to know each other better.” You said with a smile as you pushed your pizza box to the side. Tom did the same when he was done, moving you both into a comfy cuddling position on the couch.

“I’m so excited to go to Paris next month.” You said through a yawn and Tom’s heart soared.

“Me too darling. Extremely excited.” He said as he pulled you closer, nuzzling his head into your neck as you hummed.

“Three years.” You said in reference to your anniversary.

“I know, insane really, feels like I’ve known you forever.” He said as he played with your fingers.

“Yeah, I really hope you don’t ever leave me.” You muttered and Tom smiled.

“Definitely not on my agenda baby.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland x female reader

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osakunt · 3 years ago

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Hi! I hope you're well. So I would like to order a one-shot or hcs(idk if u do hcs then right lol) for Baji having a crush on his classmate. Like he tries to look nice and confident around her, but everyone can see the blush on his face. Or try to impress her by doing things considered silly, only to see her laugh or smile. He is constantly teased by his friends and asked when he will work up the courage to ask her out. And when he's racking his brain trying to find ways to confess, his crush confesses first, turning him into a stuttering and blushing little boy, but very happy, and the happiness extrapolates when he gets a peck from her. Ahh,i just want something fluff and all because I want to give love to this boy❤

By the way I'm the girl who asked him Worshiper so... Balance is everything LMAO sorry

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➟ 𝗮𝗵𝗵 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗬𝗢𝗨 !! 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶 𝗛𝗖 ��𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂

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Baji will straight up sneak glances at the person he likes. If he gets caught he smiles a timid smile trying to play it off.

Remember how the dumb ass got held back ? Yea well that made him want to really really realllyyyy impress you by participating more in class and studying enough to get the answers correct so you can notice him.

Chifuyu going to the same school, he of course will notice Baji become a different person when you’re around. You come down the hall while Baji is tormenting some kid. He will look up and will wave at you with his cheeks a soft pink. The same kid who Baji was tormenting can’t believe the character change as soon as you showed up

He tries to be the class clown only to see you smile. He loves the way you smile at anything stupid he does. He got kicked out once because he thought mocking the teacher was funny. Oh but did you laugh- hell yea you did, which satisfied Baji; happy to know he was the cause of that laugh.

“There goes your girlfriend” Draken nudges Baji when Draken sees you walking home with a friend. This isn’t about Draken but I feel like he was put responsible for meeting up with Baji at school once it was let known that Baji failed a course. “Shhh !!! Not so loud” spit flies out of Baji’s mouth as he tries to shush the blond which makes Draken laugh loudly.

“Ooouuuu Baji and y/n, sitting on a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g” Mikey sing songs making Baji blush “shut the hell up, bitch !!”

“Imma do it !!” Baji sits up straight with his hair flowing in the wind as he’s surrounded by the others. “Like ask her out ?” Mitsuya asks “duh” “let’s all go and see how that goes” Chifuy suggests

Like Chifuyu suggested, every main member of the gang was hiding behind bushes and buildings, peaking out to watch as Baji walks to you at school. Now why the hell aren’t these kids at respective schools ? - cause apparently parents don’t exist in TR. jk jk, cause they wanted to see Baji pussy out.

When he gets to you, Baji looks at you and starts with how he has started to feel some type of way until you interrupt him. “I like you Baji” the blush and wordless kid in front of you looks at you shocked at you even liked him.

“I-i- i- huh ?” “Yea. I’ve liked you for a while now. Sorry I just had to say it before I backed out” you smile leaning towards his cheek to peck his cheek. You excuse yourself not wanting to get rejected but Baji brings you in and hugs you confessing how he has liked you for a while as well.

“Do you accept my feelings ?” Baji pulls away to get your response but the whole gang comes out laughing at the lovey dovey scene in front of them “dO YoU aCcEpT mY FeElinGs” peh-yan mocks him making the rest laugh “y’all really want a beating ,Hmm?” Baji rolls his eyes taking you along with him.

#baji keisuke x y/n #baji keisuke x you #baji x you #baji keisuke x reader #baji x y/n #baji x reader #tokrev baji #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Hangover Duty

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader’s birthday party leads to some rather endearing drunk antics. Category: Fluff Warnings: Mild language, alcohol consumption, mentions of the prison arc (is that a proper content warning? idk lol) (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in content warnings! I always want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 4.4k

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NOTE: Funny story, I woke up at like 3 in the morning last night and just sat up and cranked this out in one go, unprompted. I’m not sure why inspiration struck that late (early?) but I’m rather proud of this one considering I just woke up to edit it a few hours ago 😂, I hope you like it!

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Watching her gradually get more drunk as the night went on had to be the most amusing and incredibly endearing way to get back into the groove of things. It was nice, actually, being able to have a good time with his friends without constantly being reminded of what's happened in the past year.

Especially considering this year Spencer was determined not to miss Y/N's birthday. Last year he'd been in prison, and rather than being able to celebrate with her and their friends, rather than getting her a card or writing her a letter, she'd written him a letter that detailed in depth how she refused to celebrate until her best friend was there to celebrate with them. Of course he felt awful about the whole thing, and when JJ had dropped off the letters that week, he made her tell Y/N how sorry he was and how he wished more than anything that he could have been there.

And naturally, after dealing with Cat another time and settling his mom down, the first chance he got, he told Y/N himself.

She was in the hospital after that incident with Mr. Scratch. She was the first person he saw in the hospital, and she was fine, arguing with the doctors about leaving to help her team. But once he showed up, telling the doctors he could get her to sit down, they left, and he pulled her in for the biggest hug they'd ever shared.

And the first thing he told her was, "I'm sorry I missed your birthday."

She'd only laughed and squeezed him tighter, replying with a short, yet simple, "Shut up."

He promised to himself then that no matter what happened, he would never miss another one of her birthdays again.

Since it was the first one since all that had happened, Spencer planned something a little extra special. Weeks ahead of time, he talked to Rossi about being able to rent out a bar for the night, Y/N's favorite bar to be exact. Just for themselves. As to be expected, it took a bit of convincing, but eventually they'd been able to successfully rent out the bar for one night, and though Rossi was insistent on paying everything, Spencer wanted to offer as much as he could.

Penelope, of course, insisted on putting up decorations. She roped Luke into helping her, and though he played off like it would be torture, for one thing he was happy to help celebrate his friend's birthday in any way he could, but he also was terrible at hiding the fact that he was more than happy to help Penelope with anything she needed, whether it actually pertained to the party or not.

Everyone told her they were all just going to meet up for drinks after work that day. Y/N was more than okay with it, explaining to them how she was just happy to be able to spend her birthday with her friends no matter where they were. They told her to meet at 7pm when in reality they would all be at the bar an hour and a half early to set up and make sure everything was perfect.

When Y/N actually showed up, Spencer had never seen her so radiant. Even as she was swarmed by Garcia putting on a pink party hat for her that promptly read "Birthday Girl", her hair slightly out of place because of its placement on her head, she was the perfect example of human perfection. She greeted everyone with a huge, beautiful smile accompanied by lots of 'thank you's and 'I love you's, and when she finally got to Spencer, he tried not t hold her to him for too long.

One of the reasons Y/N loved this specific bar was because of the karaoke machine. In fact, drunken karaoke was a decent weekly occurrence with the BAU, and while they'd been no strangers to the act, it only became more frequent when Y/N joined the team. For years now they'd spent many hours singing just as many songs as anyone could think of. And even while drunk, Y/N was a natural. She slipped up on words and slurred them together once in a while, sure, but her voice was easily the most impressive of the bunch, not to mention she never failed to get anyone and everyone to join in.

All that to say Spencer made sure they would be able to use the karaoke machine before they rented out the place. He even attempted to teach himself how to work it, but try as he might, he ended up calling on JJ to help him do it.

Throughout the night they all took turns singing songs, and at one point Y/N finished a song and made a speech, standing up on the bar. (Deep down Spencer was a little nervous that she would hurt herself, or that somehow the owner of the bar would find out that she'd broken one of many rules he had about renting the place out. But that was neither here nor there when he saw the glowing smile she had on her face, looking at all her friends with the most love and admiration he'd seen anyone carry in a while.)

"I'm jussali'l tipsy at the moment, so m'sorry if I don't make any sense," Y/N slurred together, obviously very drunk. Everyone laughed and she continued, clutching the microphone in one hand and placing the other over her heart like she was going to say the Pledge of Allegiance. "I jusneed to say how much I love y'guys. Thank you for celebratin' with me and makin' my birthday real special. I'mean, you fricken rented out a whole-ass bar! That's so nice!"

As she squealed out the last sentence, Spencer couldn't help the wide smile that broke out on his face. She was just so radiant, glowing with warmth and love and happiness and everything good in the world.

She was also struggling to get off the bar. He rushed forward to help her, and she fell forward, into his arms with a giggle.

"You okay?" he asked, his concern blowing away in the wind when she looked into his eyes with another winning smile.

"No thanks t'you," she answered, promptly 'boop'-ing him on the nose before she reached over to the bar and grabbed a full shot glass. After downing the drink, she brushed passed him with a slap on the butt and another giggle, right before she loudly asked Penelope to cut her another slice of cake.

Spencer knew she wouldn't have been so bold had she been sober, but the whole situation still made him feel all warm inside, like he'd taken a shot of whiskey himself.

Luke came up to him, clapping him on the back and snapping him out of it. "This mean you and the birthday girl are finally a thing now?"

"W—what? I don't know what you mean..."

He was obviously lying, and Luke could tell. He laughed a little, nodding towards Y/N, who was currently laughing with Emily and Penelope, a bright blue smudge of frosting on her nose. "She really missed you when you were gone, man. Even put her birthday on hold until she could celebrate with you."

"Well, we've been best friends for years, and she loves her birthday. It was... A hard year. It makes sense."

"Okay, that's fair, but do you know how bad it was? No presents, no birthday wishes, nothing. She demanded we act like it was any other day. And when I brought her a cupcake, she just set it on your desk and left it there. It sat there for about a week before she finally threw it out."

Spencer looked at where she was standing, eating more cake and swaying lightly to the music that was now playing over the speakers. "Really," he mused, not even thinking about it.

Luke sighed beside him. "Look, you can... believe what you want, but we've all noticed it. You two are practically inseparable, and the way I'm seeing you look at her right now tells me everything I need to know."

Even being called out like that, Spencer couldn't make himself look away. And even if he did, he wouldn't have really known what to say. Because all that was running through his mind at the moment was how right Luke was. How much he couldn't help but feel warm and safe when he was in Y/N's presence, and how she made him feel like the only person in the world sometimes.

He wondered then if maybe in the next day or two he should tell her how he felt.

One by one each member of the team eventually left the bar to go home. Each time one of them did, Y/N gave them the biggest hug and mumbled an abundance of 'thank you's and 'I love you's, much like at the start of the night, only this time her words were slurred and higher-pitched and very much laced with alcohol.

The only three people left at the end of the night were her, Spencer, and Emily.

Y/N came up between them and wrapped both her arms around their shoulders, pulling them in for a messy group-hug. "How'r we gonna clean this place up?" she asked dramatically, looking around once they all pulled away.

"I'm going to clean this place up," Emily said, giving Spencer a knowing look. "Since it's your birthday, your best friend here is going to make sure you get home safe and sound."

He definitely didn't see that coming, but somehow he felt like he should have. Regardless, he was more than happy to take the job. Especially when Y/N jumped up and down and threw her arms around him, giving a big old, "Yaaayyyy!" into his neck. She pulled away and gripped his shirt, bouncing on her feet with a large grin. "We can take my car and we can listen t'that CD I was tellin' you about and when we get t'my house we can have a sleepover!"

"Anything you want," he told her with a smile. "Go get your stuff together and we'll go."

As she wandered around the bar to find her shoes that she'd taken off somewhere along the line, Emily nudged Spencer with a smile. "She loves you, you know."

"She's drunk," he countered.

And as if on cue, right then she held one of her shoes up in the air with a triumphant gleam in her eye. "One down!"

"Okay, well, even when she's not drunk, she still loves you."

Though his heart swelled at the thought, he changed the subject. "You don't have to clean everything up. I was going to come back tomorrow morning and do it myself anyway."

"Eh, don't worry, I'm happy to do it." Emily nodded towards Y/N, who was walking around with one shoe on and picking up the other on the floor next to the cake table. "Besides, something tells me you're gonna be a bit preoccupied with hangover duty."

I wouldn't want any other job, he thought to himself.

And even though the nearly-impossible task of getting her into the car should have stressed him out (she kept getting out of the car as Spencer walked around to the driver's side, until finally he promised her a cheeseburger if she would stay), he still wouldn't have had it any other way.

They stopped at McDonald's on the way home, like he promised, and she was practically buzzing with happiness with the food in her lap. She made him sit in the parking lot and wait until she was done eating so she wouldn't spill anything. And in the dim light of the car, parked under a streetlight and watching her eat her food while she rambled on about the most random things, Spencer didn't think he'd ever felt more content.

He tried to keep her quiet as they made their way up the steps to the third floor of her apartment building. They were going to take the elevator but Y/N insisted it would eat her alive, and he quickly agreed to take the stairs as not to make a scene and wake everyone up with her crying. Her shoes came off again on the second flight of stairs, because she kept tripping and then laughing, pretending to fall back and almost scaring him to death.

Now he was unlocking her apartment door with her shoes in his other hand as she clung to his side. As soon as the door was open, she pushed past him and called out for her cat, Murphy. It didn't take long before the white cat jumped up on the counter to meet her, and she squealed and enveloped him in a crushing hug, picking him up and spinning around to meet Spencer, who was closing the door behind him and setting her shoes on the ground.

"Say hi to Murphy! He loves when you come to visit!"

It was true. Though he never really found himself fond of cats, as soon as he visited Y/N's apartment for the first time Murphy clung to him immediately. It didn't take long for the two of them to become as well acquainted as Y/N had been to either of them. Whenever he came over, Spencer liked to think of them as a small little family.

"Hey, Murph," he said, reaching out to pet the cat's head as he wriggled a little under Y/N's strong clutch.

She dropped him after shoving her face in his fur, and wasted no time taking Spencer's hand. "C'mon, I've got some vodka in the cupboard."

As she dragged him further into the kitchen, he squeezed her hand and tried to pull her to him, away from the cupboard. "Y/N, it's almost one in the morning, you need to go to bed."

She turned to face him and whined. "But it's my birthday, you can't make me."

"Well, technically it isn't your birthday anymore since it's past midnight. So, really, I can make you. Come on."

She whined again as he dragged her along to the bedroom. Once they got inside, he sat her down on the bed and reached out to pull off her party hat, which was lopsided and almost placed on her forehead like a unicorn horn. But when he touched the string, she grabbed his hand.

"I wanna leave it on," she said softly.

"It's not safe, you could choke yourself in your sleep," Spencer countered, brushing her hand away and taking the hat off. As his fingers brushed her cheek, she sighed and closed her eyes, a few seconds before letting out a little giggle.

"That tickled," she laughed as he set the hat on her bedside table.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, and he started to feel all warm again. "Sorry," he whispered, taking the time to memorize the way she looked right then. The curls in her hair had fallen flat, and her makeup was a little smudged, but the lazy smile on her face and the way she blinked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes would always be worth remembering. He could have stayed in that moment forever, just sitting in that comforting silence.

But alas, she was drunk, and unable to be quiet for more than ten seconds.

Y/N lightly poked him in the chest and laughed. "Hey, d'y'think Murphy ever gets tired?"

"I'm sure he does," was all Spencer said, trying to get her to lay down. She did so as she spoke, rambling on about what she thought her cat might have done when she was away at work. But she stopped talking altogether when Spencer tried to put a blanket over her.

"No," was all she said, kicking her legs up.

"You don't want a blanket?"

"No, I want you to be in the blanket with me."

He thought about it for a second before motioning for her to scoot over. "I'll lay with you for a little while, but you have to promise me you'll go to sleep, okay?"

She giggled triumphantly as he laid down beside her and draped the blanket over their legs. "I told'ya a sleepover would be fun."

Spencer reached out and lightly rubbed her arm, knowing that always got her to fall asleep. "I know you did."

But she didn't close her eyes. She was unusually quiet though, just silently staring at his face before she sharply pulled her arm away. "You're tickling me again."

"I thought you liked when I rub your arm, it helps you sleep," is all he said.

Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled it up to lay between them on the pillow, separating their faces. She placed it palm up and rolled up his sleeves so she could rub his forearm, too. Her touches weren't as light, but she giggled all the same. "Am I tickling you?"

He wanted to tell her the truth, which was that she was not tickling him, and it actually felt really nice. But because it might make her feel better, he lied, and told her, "Yes."

"Good," she laughed, moving her hand faster. Now she was just tracing his forearm with her middle finger like she might rub out a stain on the carpet, and Spencer tried to wiggle his arm away.

"Y/N..."

He didn't say it to be mean or irritated, in fact his voice was level and soothing as not to alarm her at all, but all the same she gasped and immediately pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No," he reassured, moving a little closer to her. "You didn't hurt me, I'm ok—"

"Let me kiss it and make it feel better," she continued, ignoring him completely. Before he could stop her, she grabbed his arm and brought it to her mouth, pressing gentle lips to the crease of his elbow trough the fabric of his shirt, then moving the tiny kisses along up his arm until she made it to his wrist. She didn't stop there, continuing to kiss the palm of his hand and even along his fingers, right until she reached his fingertips.

He laid there, completely still and mesmerized as she flipped his arm over and worked her way down again, kissing the backside of his hand and keeping her lips pressed to his wrist for approximately four seconds. Then she flipped his arm over again and kissed the palm of his hand once more, repeating her many kisses until she got to his middle finger.

He should have seen it coming.

He was so caught up in the feeling of her lips pressed against his skin that it completely slipped his mind that she was still drunk. So when she wrapped her lips around his middle finger and sucked it into her mouth with a laugh, he pulled his arm away and sighed.

She actually cackled with laughter, slightly flailing her legs under the blanket. "Gotcha!"

"Ha-ha," Spencer deadpanned, wiping his finger on his shirt.

He wasn't really sure what to say once her laughter died down, but once he opened his mouth to suggest they try sleeping, she spoke first.

"Can I have a glass of water?"

He studied her for a moment. "You're not going to try anything funny, are you?"

She laughed, leaning forward and brushing her nose against his for the briefest of seconds before retreating and looking him in the eye. "I wouldn't dream of it."

There was no way he could say no. "Alright. I'll be back in a second."

Spencer got out of the bed and turned to leave, but she leaned forward and grabbed his hand. "Wait! I have to tell you a secret first."

If he stayed and listened to what she had to say, it was probably dangerous territory, because in the movies this was always the moment where there were drunken confessions of things you never wanted to say out loud, right? And he didn't want to do that to her, but realistically she was probably going to say something ridiculous about Murphy. Right?

Nonetheless, Spencer turned around and looked down at Y/N. "What is it?"

She pulled his hand, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. "Come closer. It's a secret."

He leaned down, but she pulled him again. "Closer!"

Finally, he made his way down to her face, turning his head so she could whisper in his ear.

But she didn't. Instead he felt her press a kiss to his cheek, emphasized with a loud smooch-ing sound when she pulled away. He looked down at her to see the biggest smile on her face.

"S'all I wanted to say. You can go now."

He smiled back at her before nodding and leaving the room, his cheek and arm practically burning from where she'd kissed them.

And when he came back with her water, she was fast asleep.

***

More than anything she just wanted the banging to stop. But once she realized it was in her head, and it was there because she'd been drinking all night, her irritability was even worse.

"Fuck," Y/N grumbled as she struggled to open her eyes. When she did open them she found Murphy curled into a ball at the foot of her bed, his white fur a stark contrast to the deep maroon color of her comforter.

The next thing she noticed was the smell of something... burning? But there wasn't any sound to be heard other than the beating of her head, so she had to wonder if maybe somewhere outside there had been some kind of fire. Or maybe she was just imagining it.

She wasn't going to investigate, but then she heard her front door open, and despite the pounding in her head, Y/N sat up straight, almost scared out of her mind. Instinctively she reached beside her, knocking over a pink party hat in the process, and grabbing the baseball bat she kept there in between her bed and the table.

As quietly as she could, Y/N crept through the bedroom until she reached the door, pressing her ear against it to hear anything more. She heard plastic bags rustling around, and though that was fairly innocent in terms of menacing sounds, it still didn't quell the feeling that punched her in the pit of her stomach. Though, to be fair, she was certain a lot of that had to do with the copious amounts of whiskey and other liquor she drank the night before.

She took a deep breath before slowly swinging the door open and taking a few quiet steps into the hallway, just before she had to turn the corner to get into the kitchen. The noise got louder as she approached, and after taking another slow, deep breath, Y/N jumped out and held her bat out in front of her.

"FBI! What Are you doing in my house?"

"Holy shit!"

Spencer was standing in her smoky kitchen, clutching his hand to his chest. "Y/N, it's just me! Put the bat down!"

It clattered to the ground as she sighed out and shook her head. "What the hell, man, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Right back at you! I was just bringing you some breakfast..."

Y/N surveyed the kitchen and found that, sure enough, there were what looked like wrapped sandwiches on the counter. "Why is it all... burn-y in here? What happened?"

Spencer looked around nervously, his hands fumbling at his sides. "I, uh... tried to make you French toast. I know it's your favorite, and I know that greasy food is supposed to help with hangovers, so I tried to make some bacon, too, but it turns out that I really suck at multi-tasking in the kitchen, and I burned it all... So, I went with gas-station breakfast, which I figured was the next best thing."

The way he spoke reminded Y/N of a little kid who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. He was extremely apologetic, almost in a way that made her think he thought she'd yell at him.

Now she remembered just a little of what happened the night before. She remembered drinking a lot and then Spencer taking her home, but she was so tired and out of it that all the little details weren't clear. Or present at all, really. All she knew when she looked at him in her kitchen right then, was that she'd never been more happy to see anyone while hungover. Especially since that someone happened to be her best friend and brought her breakfast.

She smiled and walked over to him. "That was really sweet of you, thank you."

Spencer looked down at her and smiled. "Sorry about scaring you."

"Eh, don't be. It was a good wake-up call," she laughed. "What would I do without you?"

He reached his hand out and brushed some of the hair from her face, at which she almost melted. "I think I should be asking you that question."

Something came to her mind just then, and she wasn't sure why. But she took the risk anyway, turning her head and kissing the inside of his palm.

"W—what was that for?"

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Just felt right."

She didn't know how long they stood there, smiling at each other, but it felt different, like suddenly the air around them had shifted overnight into something palpably electric. And it's that energy that urged her to say something she'd been afraid to say for so long.

"Hey, I uh... I don't know if this is weird timing, and you can say no even though it was my birthday yesterday, don't feel pressured to say yes, but I—"

"Yes."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I don't care," Spencer said simply. "Whatever it is you want, it's yours."

"So, if... If I asked you to dinner tonight—"

"Yes."

Her stomach churned, but this time it had nothing to do with the hangover. The pounding in her head was more of a dull thrum now because the pounding in her heart overpowered it. And it grew even more intense when her best friend took a step closer, placing his hand to the side of her face.

"I wouldn't kiss me right now if I were you," she warned, tilting her head to the side. "Hangover breath is basically a bio-hazard, and you're going to completely rethink going out with me."

Spencer shook his head and leaned in even closer. "I don't care."

As he kissed her, she lost herself in him completely and came to the conclusion that he was the only hangover cure she would ever need.

***

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Notes from a Con Man - Musical Great Pretender Stage Report Act 1

This is a bit extremely rambly, but I want to give some description of the distinguishing features of the staged version of Great Pretender as compared to the anime, although my plan is not to give a complete recap of the plot, as I’m sure anyone who is choosing to read this has watched the anime - or so I assume, but you know you do you. I try to control myself and keep it just to what is relevant, but I’m also a wordy bitch and that will never change, so, reader beware, I guess.

The stage is set up with three levels (the stage level, the second floor, and the third floor where the band is). Both the stage level and second floor have a couple of rooms that can be pulled out or opened, and backgrounds are projected onto the set to create different settings. With the exception of the opening theme, which is taken from the anime, all of the music is live, and there’s very good interplay between the band and the performers, and I don’t know if I’d ever been to another show that felt so vibrant/alive/idk?

First, the biggest change made for the sake of clear storytelling on the stage is the addition of a framing device: the plot is conveyed to the audience through Edamura’s (Miyata Toshiya) narration as he tells his story to a prosecutor after the events of LA Connection. The play opens where LA Connection ends with Edamura being questioned at a police station, where it’s clear that he has been attempting for hours to convince detectives to believe the team-confidence-wild-and-wacky-adventures ™ explanation as to how he came to be in possession of a bag stuffed with foreign currency. Detectives are fed up with him and ready to go berniewiththesteelchair.jpeg on his ass. Enter Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), an elite prosecutor who seems to be on track to become attorney general, although it is unclear to those at the police station why he would take interest in Edamura’s case.

Edamura is initially reluctant to open up to Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), certain that he won’t be believed, but after Kitaoji quotes from Shakunetsu (side note: I had no idea that in English Shakunetsu was turned into Die Hot which is an absolutely incredible pun and I really commend the translator), Edamura thinks Kitaoji might be just the person to believe him and help him to make amends to all those he had harmed through his life of fraud. Kitaoji encourages Edamura to start at the beginning and goes to eat a piece of candy, prompting Edamura to question, “What would you do if this simple piece of candy was sold for $5 million?” at which point he begins telling his story, transporting us first to a club in Hollywood where we are introduced to the plot with Sakura Magic and, more importantly, Laurent (Miya Rurika, goddess, dressed devastatingly in green), who is identified in quick succession as a French trader, an arrogant Don Juan, and the “bastard who got me into this mess.”

Edamura bumbles through Laurent’s plot to build hype and clinch a deal with Cassano (Otani Ryosuke) by having Abby (Yamamoto Chihiro) “test” the “drug,” while giving small asides to Kitaoji to explain the main players and reveal to him that this is all a con job, but when Edamura is called to sign the contract to supply Cassano with the drug for $5 million, he flips out, pulls Salazar’s (Mikami Ichiro) gun, and flees the club, without the excuse of believing that he had taken drugs as he did in the anime. It is also not at this point that Edamura makes the connection between Laurent and Kudo and realizes that he’s been set up (Miyata!Edamura is overall a bit less perceptive than Kobayashi!Edamura, as we shall see, although I think this was a function of simplifying aspects of the characters’ interactions for the sake of clarity for the stage).

Kitaoji pops in and out of the story from this point, donning different costumes (an unhoused person, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Razzie from the Shakunetsu series, etc.) to illustrate different aspects of the main characters’ conversations, and he serves as a way to get into Edamame’s head, allowing him to express what he is thinking and feeling as events in the story play out. It is in the metanarrative that we get some of these more comedic scenes, as well as additional insight into Edamura’s character as he grapples with his own identity as a scam artist and the son of a child trafficker.

After escaping Cassano’s henchmen outside the club, Edamura rejoins Kitaoji to ask if he’s following the story so far, which of course he is not (lol), so Edamura dives into how he met Laurent and came to be in LA. From here we flashback three days, joining Edamura and Kudo (Fukumoto Shinichi) in Asakusa as they spy Laurent as a potential mark. Edamura pulls the wallet-switch trick, and this scene generally follows the anime, although parts, such as the scenes showing Edamura selling water filters and Edamura and Kudo being raided by what seems to be the police, have been cut. After realizing that Laurent pickpocketed him and saw through his grift, Edamura quickly follows and catches him as he is about to depart in a cab to the airport. Just a moment to talk about this cab because it was such a cute, clever idea; it was really just a little push car driven by one of the supporting cast, and it can be disconnected in the middle, so as the driver pulls off, the back seat can be left behind, allowing the audience to watch Laurent and Edamura’s conversation as they are taken to the airport.

Similarly to the anime, the successive scenes are nominally delivered in English, so Edamura switches to a dialect of Japanese to represent his accented English, which I mention only because Miyata discussed Edamura’s code switching with Kobayashi (Edamura’s Japanese voice actor) in an interview in vol. 51 of Stage Square and how he was concerned that he might confuse Standard Japanese and the dialect during scenes where he has to go back and forth quickly. Kobayashi reassured him that as he got into the character of Edamura Miyata would naturally fall into dialect whenever speaking to Laurent and Abby, and I’m very biased, buuuttttt throughout the run of the show, Miyata performed this beautifully, and as someone who for several years lived in the Tohoku region, the dialect of which Edamura’s accent reminded me of, his accent made me really nostalgic.

Anywayyyyyy

After Laurent and Edamura bet on the outcome of Laurent’s upcoming “business negotiations” and it’s agreed that they will travel to LA together, the opening theme plays, the main cast is introduced, with Edamura running up and down the set to give a sense of action, the title in massive letters is lowered onto the stage, and we rejoin the main plot with Edamura trying to elude Cassano’s gang on the streets of LA by hiding behind the title. The supporting cast gives us some great background color as like random people in LA, like we’ve got some girls with Starbucks cups, some people breakdancing while simultaneously mugging a Dodgers fan, a skateboarder shouting “STREET”...for some reason. Perfect encapsulation of America *chef’s kiss*

Laurent finds Edamura and tells him to come home because he’s a good boy (😳), and Edamura is then introduced to Abby who, just as in the anime, kicks and knocks him out, after which they collect him and take him to an upscale hotel where Cynthia/Paula Dickens (Senna Ayase) is performing as a jazz singer. Laurent greets her briefly, but we don’t properly get introduced to her character until a later, very frustrating scene, but I’m not going to get started on that yet (it’s not her that’s frustrating, but it’s how they chose to have her and Edamura meet, but anyway we’ll get there). She sings “Summertime,” and it’s a lovely performance; all of her acting choices are very clearly informed by her experience in Takarazuka - she has these really dynamic, almost over-the-top movements and she uses that to her advantage to be one of the more comedic actors - and it’s really entertaining to watch.

Laurent orders them drinks; Edamura has something pink in a little martini glass, and he splutters when he tries to take a sip because he can’t handle his alcohol, which makes Laurent laugh, giving a lot of credence to Laurent’s statement soon after that he derives a lot of pleasure out of toying with naive boys like Edamura who pretend to be tougher than they really are. There’s also some funny adlib with Abby at this point where she gets brought different plates of food like fake fruit on one day and a tower of donuts on another. Laurent explains who Cassano is and the plan to defraud him and gives Edamura a notebook with a fabricated recipe for Sakura Magic, so the notebook is not part of what Edamura prepares himself when he goes later to get himself captured by Cassano to negotiate with him. Edamura has a couple of outbursts accusing Laurent and Abby of putting on airs, pretending to be carrying out justice, repeatedly interrupting the band who give him dirty looks and Shi-won, dressed as one of the saxophonists, loudly blows the saxophone back at him, and this prompts Laurent to be like nah we’re getting too much attention here let’s continue this back at the hotel.

The hotel scene is fairly similar to the anime, but once Edamura is left alone, we get the first instance of him thinking about his family as he reflect on what Laurent had to say about how people don’t always believe the truth that is in front of them as they would rather believe whatever is most convenient. He flashes back to his family going home together after his father finished a case (the hotel room is on the second floor with his mom and dad entering on the stage level; the younger version of Edamura is done in voice over), and of course they seem like a happy family, although it’s interesting that what his dad has to say about ethics was cut from the script. The scene focuses more on Edamura idolizing his father as a great lawyer.

Okay, so we’ve finally come to the scene I absolutely hated and did not think was necessary, after Edamura leaves the hotel room. He is approached by three unhoused persons, one of whom he at first thinks is Kitaoji coming to interrupt the narrative again, but he soon realizes that they are “real homeless.” It was really just a disgusting, cruel stereotype; one of them is playing with a rat they found, another is acting like a junkie, and the ringleader is trying to get money off of him because they haven’t eaten in three days and then they steal his little Toyotomi Hideyoshi figurine and play keepaway with it and don’t stop until Cynthia/Paula Dickens (at this point she’s Paula tho so I’m going to refer to her that way) enters and is like knock it off. So that’s how they meet. Cool. They could easily have come up with something else and they just didn’t.

But, anyway, since he got his figurine back, he explains to Paula that his hobby is collecting capsule toys, and during his explanation, a gacha machine is projected up on the stage, out of which comes Kitaoji dressed as Toyotomi, followed by a bunch of other figures from Japanese history. This part always got a pretty good laugh out of the audience, and I think it was a pretty cute way to stage it. Paula insists they go to dinner together, so she can hear more about Toyotomi, and the capsule toy figurines all follow to a diner (serving “breadfast” 24hrs lol) where Shi-won is dressed as someone named Ricardo. The figurines all start to get drunk, while “Ricardo” fixes Edamura and Paula some tacos; meanwhile Edamura explains that Toyotomi began as a simple peasant, but because of his hard work and study, he was able to climb all the way to the top and unite all of Japan as a powerful lord.

Edamura asks why she decided to help him before and he despairs that he must seem like a beaten dog, but she explains that while she might seem confident, she faces tremendous anxiety getting on stage every day, particularly as she wants to make it big as a performer but can’t expect to get the attention of a label just because she can sing a bit. (In the background, Francis Xavier is completely sloshed and ends up drinking with Ricardo) Edamura suggests that she take inspiration from Toyotomi as someone who was able to trick even his enemies into working with him and represent herself as someone more important than she is to get music producers onto her side. She seems fired up by this proposal, and she says that she’ll follow the example of Toyotomi, “Japan’s best confidence man,” which gives Edamura his own motivation to get back to trying to win the bet with Laurent. He asks Paula to wish him good luck and runs off, and we get the first dance scene with Edamura and a number of samurai as he builds up to confronting Cassano. The scene ends with him running into a video shop, presumably to rent Cassano’s movies.

Laurent and Abby are called to Cassano’s mansion - they argue if Edamura is capable of pulling off a job like this, although Laurent insists that he has a natural talent - but they are certain that he must be dead when they hear from Salazar that Edamura was taken into their custody at the airport trying to run. However, Edamura bursts onto the scene, dressed in a new Hawaiian shirt, and at this point, Miyata looks as though he has been in a swimming pool, but it’s just sweat lmao. Cassano informs them that he’s made a new deal with Edamura for $10 million, and when they ask how, we get a flashback showing how he got onto Cassano’s good side by praising Shakunetsu with Kitaoji, as Razzie, acting out scenes from the Shakunetsu movies on the second floor of the stage. Whenever Cassano hugs Edamura in these scenes, it was really funny because his jacket would get just absolutely covered in Miyata’s sweat just ugh gross lol

Cassano’s accountant joins them and they play out the whole bit about confirming Edamura’s credentials as a pharmaceutical scientist, at which point Edamura finally realizes that Kudo is working with Laurent, when he calls Kudo to thank him for deceiving Cassano’s attorneys. After Cassano has confirmed Edamura’s identity, he takes the crew to his factory and insists that Edamura make Sakura Magic for them right there and then so that they can be sure to properly replicate his recipe. She does this the whole play, but particularly during this scene, you can really see how well Miya Rurika portrays Laurent as always calm and and in control before Edamura but as quietly losing his shit whenever he feels like they’ve been backed into a corner, and we also get some very cute like Laurent clearly being exasperated with Edamura but the two of them starting to be able to play off one another as they convince Cassano that the factory isn’t up to snuff for making Sakura Magic.

They have to clear out because they hear someone coming, but Cassano promises that he will build a new laboratory for Edamura and entrusts his care to Salazar. The police bust in after everyone has left; Anderson does the absolute most to show off to everyone that he’s properly securing the scene, but he’s clearly relieved that Cassano slipped through their fingers once again oh my how does this keep happening oh well better luck next time. We get a proper introduction to Paula and Shi-won as members of the FBI who have come to investigate Laurent and his organization (Paula has changed into this beautifully tailored brown tweed pantsuit and she pulls it off so well), and Paula threatens to expose Anderson’s connections to Cassano if he doesn’t follow her lead.

After the scene in the factory, we return to the present in the interrogation room with Kitaoji and Edamura. Detectives bring Kitaoji additional files on Edamura, asking if the prosecutor has heard of the attorney Ozaki. They inform him that Edamura is Ozaki’s son, and Kitaoji is a bit shocked; he leaves, saying that he will review the files. The detectives collect the money before exiting the room, but not without getting in a dig at Edamura, telling him that he clearly takes after his father. Edamura is stricken by this statement, and the act ends with Edamura battling with this internal conflict.

I don’t think anyone would want to read all of this, but if you have, thank you so much. I hope some of it at least was interesting or informative. I’m going to end there for now, as I’ve already gone on for too long, and I’ll finish writing up the second act in another post.

#it's too long i'm sorry lmao #i have not edited this so sorry as well if there are mistakes #great pretender

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empower-bi-women · 4 years ago

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Can you do a request about Shawn hearing his girl has a fever and freaks out because it's a real big deal (or could be) when she has a fever and has to be admitted? Just basically she has shit that makes it complicated when she gets sick and he freaks out and runs off stage and flies all the way to her and just stays with her every second? "Shawn she'll be fine" "I don't care. She needs me i'm out of here get me the next flight home NOW"

In sickness and in health

A/N: I wrote this at like 1am cause I love this request so much! Sorry that it's so short though hopefully it lives up to your dream! As always feedback is greatly appreciated even if it's just keyboard smashing :)

Word count: 1041

Warnings: A hospital visit but nothing too graphic. Idk maybe angst if you squint? Mostly fluff though. My bad grammar probably.

pt 2

2,518 miles. That’s how far away Shawn was from you. Ever since your lung transplant, he hated being away from you. He was so concerned and a bit confused with how to help but he was with you for every doctors appointment and check up, always making sure you were ok. He would call you every day while he was traveling to check in and make sure you’re taking your meds.

“Hi honey!” His soft voice came through the phone. You could tell he was smiling. He was always smiling with you.

Hey baby how’s it going?” You asked as you put your phone on speaker, moving around your kitchen.

“It’s going a lot better now that I’m talking to you,” you smiled as he continued, “you know we finally finished that song today and it sounds so good I’m so excited to release it.”

“That’s great how’s-” You stopped as the knife in your hand clattered to the floor, centimetres away from your feet. Your heart was racing, you could hear Shawn’s voice through the phone distantly. Your hand hadn’t stopped shaking.

“Y/N are you ok? What happened, what was that?” You could hear the fear in his voice.

“Yeah no I’m fine I- I just dropped a knife but I’m ok. I guess I’m just a little shaky today.”

“Honey, did you take your meds today? It’s 5pm there right? You should have taken them already.”

No that can’t be right you thought 5pm already? Sure enough when you looked over at the clock your blurry eyes soon focused to see that he was right.

“I maybe forgot?” You winced, knowing that he would tell you off.

Y/N you have to remember. Didn’t you set an alarm on your phone?”

Yeah I did but I forgot I got caught up in work. Just give me a minute, my head is starting to hurt. You put your hand to your forehead to feel it burning up.

“Uh oh.”

“Uh oh? What’s uh oh are you ok?” The concern was evident in his voice.

“Yeah probably, I’ve just got a bit of a fever it seems, and I’m feeling slightly dizzy. But it’s probably nothing. I'll be fine. I didn’t eat much today anyways so it’s most likely that.”

“Y/N listen to me very carefully. You need to go to the hospital. Call an Uber and go, I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”

You heard him yelling at people in the background telling them what happened. Someone dared to speak up.

“She said she’ll be fine, you need to stay here, don’t worry about it.”

You could feel his fury through the phone. “No! She needs me now and I’ll be there! Get me on the first flight out of here NOW! Baby I’ll be there as soon as I possibly can ok? Just hang on, you're gonna be fine.”

You could hear his words but they sounded far away as your vision got darker and darker until you finally collapsed.

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Waking up to the bright lights of the hospital room the first thing you saw was a mop of brown curls laying on your bedside. A tattooed hand held yours. Bringing it up to your lips you gave the bird a kiss. As the boy at your side stirred, yawning loudly he finally lifted his head to see your Y/C/E looking back at his. His eyes filled with relief.

“You’re ok.” He whispered softly.

“Yeah you said I would be. But how did I get here? I don’t remember leaving the apartment”

He gave you a sad smile. “Well you collapsed while I was on the phone with you so I called for an ambulance and sent them to the house, I got here right after you got out of surgery, I'm so sorry I couldn't get here sooner.”

“It’s ok, honestly you didn't need to come all this way just to sit at my bedside.”

He squeezed your hand. “I'm always going to be by your side. No matter how far away I am, I will drop everything and come to you. Do you remember when you collapsed in New York? And I ran off stage to come with you to the hospital?”

You nodded your head as he continued, “Well while you were lying there, unconscious, I made a promise to you. I’m in this for the long run baby. In sickness and in health I’m there no matter what. And we may be separated by distance sometimes but you'll always be in my heart no matter what,” he reached into his pocket and slid off the chair, onto one knee, “I love you with everything I am and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you everyday, and listen to you sing to yourself as you make breakfast, and watch those weird adorable faces you make as you write. I want to be there for you when you have a bad day, or you can't sleep at night cause you have a deadline, or you're just feeling sad and don't know why. I want to be there for the good stuff and the bad stuff.”

You gasped when he opened the box, revealing a blue sapphire ring. “Now will you, Y/N Y/L, make me the happiest man in the universe and marry me?”

“Yes of course I will!” you threw your arms around him, bringing him into a kiss.

He pulled back to slide the ring on your finger.

“Ok so I have to ask,” you started with a cheeky smile on your face, “Is this lady Diana’s ring?”

He laughed loudly. “No it's just a lookalike because I know how much you love her. And all the hints you gave while we watched the crown.”

You smacked his arm lightly. “I did no such thing.”

He smiled. “Hey don't overexert yourself, you need to rest up cause we have to plan for a wedding.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes headcanon #shawn mendes x reader #wonder #wonder era #imagine #sm3 #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes x y/n #sabrina writes

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leia-imogen · 3 years ago

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aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #okay this was most aaron and sav centric #but i love them so.#aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

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yeontanismypresident · 4 years ago

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Behave | myg + myj

a/n: oof okay so this idea came up bc @cultagustd, @minyoongleschimjoongles, and i were having a uh spicy convo about what we want to do/have done to us by yoongi and yoonji and a lot of my kinks are being exposed so efhdc i also still suck at smut so pls don’t come and attack me, i know it’s not the best gtuhvf here you go enjoy umu

Yoongi and Yoonji are not related in this.

pairing: min yoonji x gender neutral!reader x min yoongi

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.6k

warning(s): deepthroating, fingering, spit, double penetration, spitroasting, sex toys, yoonji being a sexy ass bitch holy fUCk, collars, hickeys, spanking, choking, sex lol, yoongi bc holy fuck i love him and yes he is a warning, hair pulling, subspace, face riding, thigh riding, i think that’s it idk i might have also added some warnings that didn’t make the final draft so i apologize t_t

“You’re being such a good boy for me, kitten,” you say, gently circling the butt plug against his rim, smirking when you hear the way he whines. He pushes back against it, trying to get it to enter him.

You tsk in disappointment, pulling it away and landing a hard smack on his left ass cheek, "Stay. Still." The whimper he lets out shoots straight to your lower abdomen, and the way he sticks his ass out, even more, causes you to moan.

Rubbing your hand against his cheek soothingly, you grab the butt plug. Gathering spit in your mouth, you let it dribble onto the toy before placing it against his rim once again. He holds his breath, unconsciously clenching.

"Relax, kitten," you say gently, pushing the tip in ever so slowly when he relaxes.

Yoongi lets out a guttural groan, head and chest falling forward. He holds his breath as more of the sex toy enters him. You watch with hunger and desire as his hole stretches around the thickest part. Your boyfriend gasps when it pops the rest of the way in, squeezing around it, loving the feeling of being full. He wishes it was your strap instead, but he knows he'll get that later, especially if he behaves tonight.

"You okay, kitten?" your voice is tender, fingers toying with the plug, teasingly tugging at it.

He pants, nodding his head and wiggling his ass, "Yes, baby. I feel good."

"Are you ready to go out?" you ask him, getting up from your spot on the ground. Walking to the dresser, you grab the black kitten ears before making your way back to where he was still kneeling. Placing the cat ears next to the tail on the bed, you hum in satisfaction.

Yoongi gets off his hands, now just on his knees, and looks at you, "I'm ready. I promise I'll be your good boy."

"I know you will, kitten," you're next to him now, hand cupping his jaw, "You're always a good boy for me." Adding force to your grip, you open his mouth and spit. The wanton moan he releases causes you to clench your legs together, trying to get some type of friction.

It's nearly silent in Namjoon's studio, the only sounds being the quiet beats playing throughout the room, and Hoseok and his mumbling about the song. Yoongi crosses his legs, coughing to cover the whine he let out when the sex toy nudged his prostate.

Hoseok tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed in thought, "You okay, Yoongi-hyung?" You smirk, discreetly putting your hand into your pocket, and turning on the toy to the lowest setting.

"Yeah, you look a lil red, hyung," Namjoon says, concerned over their friend.

Yoongi nods his head, gulping when he feels you turn it to the next setting, "Y-yeah, I'm fine! Ju-just a little h-hot." His voice cracks multiple times as he speaks, and his already red cheeks burn even more.

"Okay, if you say so..." Hoseok trails off, still eyeing the mint-haired man suspiciously. He was always so calm and collected, yet right now he was nervously fidgeting around, perspiration building on his forehead.

Your boyfriend nearly chokes as you turn the vibrator to the highest setting. His head snaps in your direction, staring at you with wide eyes. He shifts in his seat, barely hearing the electric whirl of the toy inside him. Glancing at his two best friends, he notices they're both focused on the song they were working on, and he sighs in relief. He'd never hear the end of it if they were to know what was happening.

Yoonji sings along to the song playing on the radio as she drives home. She had a long day at work, and she wanted nothing more than to just relax. The raven-haired woman frowns as thunder is heard, and lightning flashes across the darkening sky. Hopefully I can get into my house before it starts raining, she thinks to herself. As if to taunt her, it starts to pour. Hard.

She can barely see out of her windshield, squinting her cat-like eyes, trying not to crash. Lightning strikes down a few feet ahead of her, and she continues driving, not realizing she had just entered an alternate universe, for it was raining there as well. Turning down the familiar street, she parks in the driveway and cuts the engine.

Unlocking her door, she makes a mad dash to the front door, moving to unlock that as well. Slipping inside, she huffs and shakes her head, her slightly wet hair flicking little droplets of liquid everywhere. As she takes off her shoes, she hears a loud moan coming from her bedroom. Quietly making her way there, she tilts her head in confusion. Why the fuck would someone be in her place and moaning?

Stopping in front of the bedroom door, she places her hand on the doorknob, takes a deep breath, and pushes the door open. There, in front of her, stood someone cooing at a kneeling man. Taking a closer look, she notices the male looks scarily like her. Before she knows it, she can feel arousal pooling in her lower stomach. She looks you up and down, licking her lips as impure thoughts cloud her mind. She smirks when you notice her, your eyes going wide, body freezing up at the beautiful woman in front of you. Next to you, Yoongi whines your name, wanting your attention back on him.

Yoonji takes in the scene, noticing the way you’re standing over Yoongi. She hums in mock disappointment, shaking her head, “Yeah, this isn’t gonna work. Y/n, get the fuck on your knees. Now.”

You gulp, immediately doing as she had ordered. Once you’re on your knees, she walks closer, making your breathing pick up. You had dreamed of this happening ever since you had seen Yoongi dressed in that school girl's uniform.

"You look so pretty, little bunny," she hums as she runs her fingers gently through your hair.

The pet name has your eyes fluttering shut, a sigh escaping your lips as you relax into her touch. A broken moan tumbles from your mouth when she suddenly grips your locks and gives it a hard tug. You're reminded of your boyfriend when his whimper sounds throughout the room.

Chancing a glance at him, you can see him still on his knees next to you, cheeks flushed and eyes blown wide. His cock is hard, tip slightly purple, precum leaking down the front. You lick your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to choke on it.

Yoonji tugs your head to face her again, a sneer on her face, "I know what you're thinking, bunny, and the only thing you're choking on is my cock."

"Yes, ma'am!" you grit out, liquid gathering in your eyes at the slight pain on your scalp. You now understand why Yoongi loves getting his hair pulled. It was just the right mix of pain and pleasure.

She grins, "Good. Now, here's what's gonna happen, you're gonna be a good, little fuck toy and suck me off. Got that?"

You frantically shake your head up and down, licking your lips at the images that flash through your mind. Yoonji slowly unbuttons her blouse, her long, delicate fingers flexing. You can feel yourself throb, wanting to feel those fingers down your throat. Once her shirt is off, your breath gets caught in your throat. You take in the way her smooth, milky skin shines in the moonlight beaming through the curtains. She's so ethereal, you think to yourself.

She unclasped her bra, and saliva collects in your mouth, wanting to sink your teeth into her breasts, to watch her pale skin turn red and purple. Yoonji stares at you with dark eyes, glancing at your boyfriend to see him staring at you with adoration. She smirks before quickly stepping out of her skirt. You groan loudly when you notice she's wearing nothing but a strap-on under the skirt.

Yoonji sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning you over to her with her finger. Desperately needing to please her, you quickly crawl towards her, stopping to kneel between her spread legs. Her digits tangle in your hair, one hand grasping the plastic cock and tapping the head on your bitten lips.

Sticking out your tongue, you gaze up at her with wide eyes full of lust. She groans low in her throat before slipping the tip into your mouth. Fingers tightening in your locks, she suddenly pushes your head down onto her, biting her lip when she hears you gag.

"Being such a good bunny," her voice is husky with desire, "Choking on my cock like the little slut you are."

Her words have you whining in the back of your throat, tears falling as you take more of her cock in, tongue slurping around the thick length. God, you can't wait until it's pounding into you from the back. The tip hits the back of your esophagus, causing you to swallow around it. Off to the side, Yoongi is watching with lidded eyes, gaze focused on the way the front of your throat bulges every time you go down.

Getting bored, Yoonji grabs your hair and harshly pulls you off of her, relishing in the way you whimper. Pulling you up from your kneeling position, she gently throws you onto the middle of the bed, "Hands and knees, bunny."

Doing as told, you position yourself on your hands and knees, arching your back and sticking your ass out. A squeal leaves you as she smacks your ass five times. Climbing behind you, she grabs your waist with one hand while the other slowly guides the fake cock into you. A long drawn out moan tumbles past your lips as her hips snap forward until she's buried to the hilt.

"W-what about me?" Yoongi nervously whispers out, not wanting to get into trouble for speaking without permission. He wanted you to have this moment, really he did, but he was also feeling left out, and just wanted to be near you.

Yoonji starts with slow and deep thrusts, looking over to stare at Yoongi with her cat-like eyes full of dominance, "Get on the bed and kneel in front of her."

Yoongi is quick to follow the order, scrambling to kneel in front of you. He brings a shaky hand out towards you before quickly retreating it. He didn't know if he was allowed to touch you. Your boyfriend sighs with relief when you smile at him, and he quickly scoots closer, hands coming down to hold yours.

Yoonji pulls out a small remote, where the fuck did she even get it, and hands it to you, "Here you go, bunny. Play with your little sub."

Smirking, you watch Yoongi's facial expression as you turn the vibrator to the highest setting right from the beginning. He lets out a cry, body tensing as shivers wrack through his tiny frame. You coo at him, loving his reaction. Though, it's now your turn to cry out as Yoonji's thrusts pick up their pace, soon jackhammering into you.

“Please, please can I cum?" Yoongi begs, tears gathering in his eyes and clinging to his lashes. You look behind you at Yoonji, wondering what her answer would be.

Yoonji slows her thrusts, hips flush against your ass, "He's your sub. You get to decide, bunny."

You stare at Yoongi, taking in his appearance. He's sat in front of you, cock leaking with precum. You can hear the whirl of the vibrator stuffed in his ass, set on the highest level. Right as you open your mouth to speak, Yoonji cuts you off.

"There's a twist, though," she starts, and you can hear the smirk in her words, "It's either you or him, bunny. Either he gets to cum, or you do."

Chewing on your bottom lip, you stare into Yoongi's eyes, seeing the desperation in them. He's been such a good boy for you, and there's nothing you love more than seeing him cum. The way his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Fuck.

Your voice is soft and loving as you answer her, "I want him to cum, not me. He's been such a good boy tonight, following orders without any complaints." You can tell Yoongi likes the praise, his eyes gazing at you with that hazy look he always gets.

"Are you close, baby boy?" you hum, trailing a finger down his cock, smirking when it twitches.

Yoongi frantically nods as he grinds up into your hand, his chest heaving with how hard he was breathing. You had already given him permission, but he wanted to be 100 percent sure this is what you wanted. "Are you sure I can cum?"

"Of course, baby," you say, your heart filling with love at how he asks. Here he was, so close to cumming, and he was making sure you didn't want to cum first. What a good, little sub, you think to yourself.

You grip his cock, feeling it throb in your hand, and start to jerk him off fast. Your voice is hard and commanding when you say, "Cum."

Yoongi's body freezes before shivering at the force of his orgasm. His eyes roll back, tears sliding down his cheeks, his mouth open as he lets out a scream, his cum landing on his stomach and chest. His fingers scramble to try and find something to grab a hold of. Grasping his hands in yours, you place little kisses on his knuckles. His grip is hard, clenching onto your hands like they're his lifeline.

"Good boy, you're such a good boy for me, baby," you whisper, continuing to peck his fingers. Praises leave your lips as he comes down from his high, "You look so pretty when you cum, baby boy. My good baby boy."

He opens his eyes and looks at you with a hazy gaze, mouth slightly parted. You can tell he's entered subspace judging by the look in his eyes. Smiling at him, you lean up to cup his face. Bringing your lips to meet his, you tenderly kiss him, whispering, "I love you," against his swollen lips. He mumbles it back before kissing you again.

You break the kiss with a broken gasp as Yoonji starts thrusting into you. You had almost forgotten she was there, and you can tell she knows by how hard she spanks you. Her pace is fast and hard, strap-on dragging against your walls and hitting all the right places.

"Y-Yoonji," you whine, fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. Yoongi grabs them, allowing you to grip his hands instead. He watches as you close your eyes, leaning forward to lightly kiss your nose. A small grin forms on your face at his cute gesture, his giggle music to your ears.

One of Yoonji's hands finds its way to your hair, tangling in your locks while the other is holding your waist with a bruising grip. Her voice is low as she pants out, "Yeah? You like that, bunny? Like being a good little fuck toy for me?"

"Yes, m-ma'am!" you cry out, tears building behind your lids. She was fucking you so well, and you were so fucking close to cumming. You can that coil in your lower stomach, can feel it ready to snap. Just a little bit more-

A sob escapes your trembling lips, your orgasm dying down. Why did she stop? You were being such a good bunny for her, followed every order she had given you.

Yoonji bends forward, sweaty chest against your back, her voice soothing, "Sh, it's okay, baby, shh. Don't cry, little bunny."

"W-why did you stop?" you stuttered, clenching around the toy inside you, "I thought it w-would be my t-turn."

She pecks your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles on your hips, "You do, baby, but wouldn't you rather cum from your sub's mouth and fingers?"

Sniffling, you pathetically nod your head, teary gaze meeting your boyfriend's. There was sadness in his stare and a frown on his face. You tilt your head in confusion, silently question him as to why he was sad.

"I don't like it when you cry," he mumbles, a bright blush coating his dumpling cheeks. You giggle, overwhelmed with love for him.

Yoonji slowly pulls out of you, shushing you when you groan. She gently turns you over onto your back, leaving a passionate kiss on your mouth. Grabbing your legs, she tugs you down to the end of the bed. Your breath hitches, thinking she was going to go down on you. Yet, when she instead climbs back onto the bed, you're confused.

"Get on your knees, baby boy," Yoonji orders your boyfriend. He scrambles off the bed to kneel between your legs, and she takes his previous spot behind you.

She wraps one hand around your throat, causing you to gasp. Her voice is throaty as she speaks, "Here's what's gonna happen. Yoongi is gonna eat you out, and he won't stop until I say so. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," you barely get out while Yoongi just nods obediently.

The girl behind you reaches around you and grasps Yoongi's hair. Yoonji shoves Yoongi's head between your legs, her fingers gripping his hair tightly, causing him to whimper. He sticks his tongue out, licking a long strip up your thigh, leaving a trail of spit. He suckles the skin, creating red and purple bruises on your soft skin. You whine when he places his mouth everywhere but where you need him most.

You grip Yoongi's soft, mint-colored hair in your hands and tug, a moan stuck in your throat when he nips the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Taking pity on you, and not wanting to be punished, he finally places his hot, wet mouth on your most sensitive parts.

You cry out, already feeling on the brink of orgasm when he starts to lick and suck. Head falling back to rest on Yoonji's shoulder, you whine and whimper. Her grip on your throat tightens, making you feel lightheaded in the best way.

"You like that, bunny?" she asks, teeth nipping at your earlobe, "Like the way he fucks you with his tongue?"

You pathetically whine, nodding your head as tears cascade down your rosy cheeks, "Y-yes! I love it so much, he's so good, oh my god."

"What if he added a finger? What if he added three straight away?" Yoonji hums, leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw down to your neck, creating her own hickeys across your skin.

Yoongi does exactly that, pushing three long fingers into you, his mouth traveling down to your shaking thighs. His fingers fuck you fast and hard, hitting your sweet spot straight on, causing you to scream out.

"Can I cum, ma'am?" you beg, "Please? I need to cum."

Yoonji hums, "I don't know, do you think she deserves to cum, Yoongi?" Your boyfriend pulls his mouth away from you, looking up at the two of you. You beg him with your eyes, beg him to let you cum.

Feeling playful, he answers, "No, I don't think she does." A sob gets stuck in your throat, stomach clenching as you try so hard not to cum.

How could he do this to you? You had let him cum right away, let him get his release instead of yous, and this is how he repays you?

"Oh? Hear that, bunny? Your baby boy said no," she says mockingly, a hand coming down to your chest, pinching your nipple.

You hiccup, "Please! I've been so good! I need to cum, fuck, please!" Your head feels all fuzzy, can feel yourself entering subspace.

"Mhm, you have been good for me, baby," she whispers as she brings both her hands to grip your thighs, pulling them apart, "You can cum, bunny."

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, the force of it causing your body to shake. You sob out both of their names, tears falling from your shut eyes. Your eyes fly open when Yoongi continues to fuck you with his fingers, adding a fourth one.

You whine, trying to wiggle away from him, "Too much." Yoonji's hold on you is tight, making sure you couldn't escape your boyfriend's actions.

"You're gonna be a good, little fuck toy and take it," Yoonji states, loving the way your whole body is shaking. She can tell you're already close, ready to burst again.

You gasp, fingers finding the bed sheets and gripping them, "I can't! It's too much!"

"You can, and you will," she knows you can handle it, knows you can cum one more time.

The second Yoongi adds his tongue to the mix, your second orgasm hits you, and this time you blackout from the force of it. The last thing you remember is hearing Yoonji telling you what a good bunny you are, and Yoongi saying he loves you.

You groan as you slowly open your eyes, feeling warmth surrounding you. Turning your head to the right, you see Yoongi cuddled into your side, little snores leaving him. Sighing when you feel fingers gently combing through your hair, you turn to see Yoonji staring at you with soft eyes and a small smile.

"How are you feeling, bunny?" she whispers, not wanting to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

You smack your lips together, "I feel great, a little tired." Your voice is scratchy, nearly gone from all your screaming. "Wait! You didn't get to cum!" you quietly exclaim, about to climb on top of her, but she stops you.

"It's okay, bunny," she coos, "Just go to sleep. You can help me next time, okay?" Next time? There's gonna be a next time? You grin stupidly, eyes fluttering shut as you mumble out your agreement, unaware of the way she gazes at you.

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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 4 years ago

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Alright alright alriiiight~ so again please don't do this if it stresses you out jsjdjdkdkkd

-Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well

Idk i just feel like this one has so many possibilities ndkskkdisididkek and vibes (all the vibes) but it could be super fluffy and like look in middle school and high school i was constantly writing things on my skin, like from homework assignments to song lyrics that sounded good or like hit a little too close to home bdndjfjdjd but yeah I'm so excited to see what you come up with!!!! (Pronouns are open and if there's anything else you want to know message me!!!)

And this one came too easy to me. Omg I loved this so much sjfgsdjfhjsdhfsjfgsdhfghj Had to pick a little surprise (I say surprise but it is out of the 4 I told you, so we gonna ignore that okay? Okay). Enjoy all the fluff

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“I promise, this is going to be so worth it.” Osamu was practically drooling as he led the team towards his favourite restaurant. “The food is so good.” That was high praise coming from Osamu - despite that he loved any food, he held his standards up and above.

So, for him to give such a small time restaurant such high praise, it must have been good. That was what Kita had deduced as the team was taken down a dingy alleyway and through the curtain of what looked almost like a shack.

They were greeted quickly, “Miya twins and friends,” the owner chuckled loudly, opening his arms wide as a woman poked her head from behind a door in the back, smiling at them so sweet they thought she might just be honey, “not here to cause trouble again are ya?” Kita cringed, because of course the Miya twins would cause trouble anywhere.

“Ain’t our fault that guy was a perv,” Atsumu shrugged, walking towards the back corner where the larger tables sat.

There was a friendly air about the establishment, regulars relaxing at the bar while talking idly with the owner. It was nice. The only thing that seemed slightly off about the place was the sound of a girl singing somewhere, but Kita couldn’t pinpoint from where. It was angelic, like the heavens had called out to him. He couldn’t have been more thankful that Miya Osamu existed- even though he’d be sure to eat those words one day.

The singing is cut off far too quickly and Kita is forced to talk to them - not that he doesn’t like it, but he’d just rather hear that voice. “They have great onigiri, and-” Kita takes a break from Osamu’s food rambling to actually look at the menu. Everything is reasonably priced, well within their budget.

In the midst of his looking, a voice calls out to them, “Samu, Tsumu,” you cheer, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and planting your hand on your hip, “and friends.” You glance around at the table, eyes lingering on Kita for a second. “Or are they enemies? Am I about to witness yer enemies-to-lovers trope?” You tap a pen only your chin, giggling to yourself.

“Yer mad, they’re just our team.” Atsumu rolls his eyes.

“Ya work well in a team?” You sound so shocked that it’s amusing.

“I wouldn’t say they work well…” Ginjima laughed. You only laughed harder when Atsumu practically threw himself across the table.

“That makes more sense.” You snort and smile so widely the corners of your eyes crinkle. A pen rests on the back of your ear as you start patting down your pockets, “so, what can I get ya today?” You ask. Osamu starts talking, but you’re almost too focused on something else, brows furrowing together. Eventually Osamu stops speaking - but only when you look over your shoulder, calling out, “Ma- Ah, nevermind,” and pulling the pen from behind your ear, holding the cap between your teeth.

It was like you’d committed Osamu’s order to memory, quickly writing it on your arm before glancing around the others.

Kita can’t help but comment, “aren’t you going to use a notepad?” You look up at him, pen floating above your arm.

“What’s it to ya?” A playful smirk tugs at your lips, something twinkling in your eyes, “I would if I had one, but ya didn’t exactly give me time to prep.” You shake your head lightly, looking at Atsumu.

“Ink isn’t good for your skin, you should get a notepad.” His simple way of showing that he cared about your well-being must have gone off well as you smiled brightly, giggling again.

“Yer a sweetheart, but fun fact,” you smirk again, making sure to stare him directly in the eyes as you speak, “did ya know that writing on your own skin can help ya meet yer soulmate?” You really are radiating something ethereal, so maybe that explains why Kita’s heart just skipped a beat.

“I suppose you’re right.” He clears his throat, hoping that the warmth in his cheeks isn’t showing itself.

You laugh softly again, finally taking all of their orders, walking away from them with such confidence that it leaves him stunned. He truly is entranced with you and he can’t explain why.

After that, nothing out of the ordinary happens. Not until he gets home and realises he has an entire menu written on his arm - or what seems like a menu. Kita would never write on himself, but he knew that his soulmate definitely had a habit of doing just that. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that this wasn’t just any order from a restaurant, but it’s they’re order (even down to the amount they all had to pay).

His heart stopped. Could it really be? Were you, the girl with the angel voice, his soulmate? He wanted to run back to that restaurant and tell you the great news. And he did - go back there - though he never seemed to be able to find the courage to tell you.

Instead, he found himself grateful that he could watch from afar. It had become far too often for him to appear at the restaurant by himself; some days you were there, other days you had to focus on studying. There were even times when you moved downstairs and studied with him next to you.

He found out so many things about you. Like how you used to sing for your school but quit because high school is tough, man. How you don’t always help out with the restaurant, but when you do, it brightens your day. He found out that when you first met the Miya twins, your dad was threatening to kick them out and the only reason they stopped fighting was because you glared at them - he liked that you could have that effect on people.

And for a while, he was happy keeping these meetings to himself, keeping you to himself.

But it’s not enough. He knows that - he can feel how his heart screams for you. So, how is he going to tell you that he’s fallen madly in love with you? Maybe in a way you’d understand. He took a pen from his desk, muttering a silent sorry to everyone he’d promised that he wouldn’t write on his own skin, before sending you a message. I think I love you.

What else can he do but wait? Nothing. He already finished studying for the night, he was actually ready to go to sleep before he decided to do this. Now his heart was racing too much for him to be able to do anything else.

He stared down at his wrists, breath hitching when he saw you responding. He squeezed his eyes shut because he didn’t want to see it. Not yet.

He waits an entire five minutes - he counted - before he opens his eyes and looks at the message.

Ink isn’t good for your skin, Kita, if you really want to confess. You should at least message me.

Your number is scribbled next to the words and he laughs, because of course you would say that. You loved to tease him far too much, but at some point you had stopped arguing that ink was bad for your skin. Maybe you had figured it out sooner than he thought.

Before he understands what he’s doing, he called you, and you’ve answered, giggling all over again, “and here I thought you’d keep giving me lectures for my little doodles.” He can’t help it when he laughs too, because you really are an angel. “Guess what, Kita?”

“What?”

“I think I love you, too.”

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elizaflamingo · 3 years ago

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Going to rant about musicals and it will be a garbled mess but I’m angry.

Got told in my musical theatre class today that I sounded too ‘musical theatre-y’

(which- it’s a musical theatre class J what did you expect? (As a side-side note, I hate my director, I don’t think shes ever looked at a clock and she needs to invest in a schedule))

and that I needed to sound less like I was singing. And I know what she means by that, she wants me to sound less ‘sing-y’ and more like I am speaking tunefully but that leads me into a larger point about how I am sick and tired of how modern musicals are straying away from non-belty soprano roles.

I hate how every single woman in a musical has to sound exactly the same, and how every musical sounds exactly the same. I love all of these shows to death but Fun Home sounds like The Prom sounds like Be More Chill sounds like Heathers and it’s like, great for belty girls but wtf are the rest of us meant to do.

I know that Broadway is going through a ‘strong woman’ phase and thinks that every strong woman can only express that through belting but sometimes classical sopranos are strong also. Look me in the eyes and tell me Joanna from Sweeney wash a strong woman. I just want to live my Julie andrews dreams.

I hate that musicals need to be so realistic and grounded. Where are my dance breaks and my kick lines? Why have we moved from that (well I mean it’s money but, you know)

This director is also convinced that we don’t need to warm up before we sing because it’s basically just talking which is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And then she’s like “oh why aren’t you guys singing loudly” oh idk, because we haven’t had time to warm our voices? I’m a great singer when I warm up but you wouldn’t know that.

I also think we should go back to less realistic acting in musicals. If I wanted realism I’d have watched a movie, it’s theatre, I’ve come for occasionally over the top but mostly charming acting.

Basically, fuck realism and proft-driven Broadway, justice for my non soprano girlies

#also the director favours this one girl who can belt (who is actually really nice) even though the show is in four days #and she is not off book #my friend has had to miss two weeks because everyone in her family has covid and giggled a bit because she messed up one line #and she gets picked on for the rest of the rehersal #I think J doesn’t like me because I ask her too many questions but if she were a better director #and you know #directed us #we’ve had to cut 4 scenes (which were crucial to the plot) because she spent 3 of our 10 weeks on one fucking 5 min scene #anyways we should do Mary poppins next and I should direct and also star in it :)

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keytomythoughts · 4 years ago

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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

Chapter Index

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually.

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu)

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

Funny

Yk I can’t move out, at least not on my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

What about Jaehyun?

Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

They’re just hell-bent on me getting into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

Me crying and stuffing myself with pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

And that’s bc you were there dumbass and half of the time ur either in oppa’s room or out somewhere

Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

I miss y’all :’(

Ok I should be there around like 5 ish so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol

See? My point exactly

Your fAcE scared off every girl in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

I almost feel bad for them, u little heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

Rlly?!?

YAH

U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

U JERK HOW COULD U??

Those poor girls omg

Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

Can it u demon

Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated.

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends.

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side.

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another.

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?”

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.”

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.”

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away.

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.”

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

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“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.”

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation.

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide.

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?”

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!”

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail.

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul.

What can I say? It’s a talent.

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder.

“Good to be back,” I whisper.

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment.

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat.

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

#moonbin x oc #moonbin ff #moonbin fic #moon bin #cha eunwoo #jung jaehyun #astro #nct #fanfiction #my writings #mine

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itsivyberry · 4 years ago

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I was wondering if I could have something for Zuko reuniting with his childhood friend after he joins the Gaang? Please and thank you.

yes! I’ve been thinking of a plot for this one for a hot minute! I hope this is up to your standard, thank you for requesting zuzu as well <3

@unicornwithachainsaw83

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nostalgia

warnings: overuse of italics, fluff idk

word count: 692

music recs: grow by conan gray, little league by conan gray

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You thought about Zuko often, you really did.

You’d seen him once since his banishment, just a year before the Avatar returned. Since then, you had been hiding out in a small village in the Earth Kingdom colonies.

You’d received many threats from the Fire Nation. The most recent, however, was from Princess Azula.

You weren’t that scared of her, she was just a girl who was thrown of the rails at a young age.

Her threat, however, had shaken you up.

She was threatening to use you as bait for the banished prince. According to her, he had betrayed them again, to join the avatar and teach him firebending.

To you, it wasn’t betrayal. It was Zuko being the boy you had once known. A kind, compassionate boy, who was betrayed by his own family at a mere 13 years old.

Receiving a threat from a member of the Fire Nation royal family was no joke, either. You now had multiple guards from Ba Sing Se stationed outside of your home and your village, protecting you the best they could.

After a surprise visit from the Avatar and his group of friends, you could tell things has changed. You almost didn’t recognize Zuko anymore, his scar now completely healed and his hair longer than ever before.

You were so happy to see him though.

“Hi, Y/N/N.” Zuko said, his voice small. The gaang watched in anticipation as you met with your childhood friend.

Reuiniting with somebody you haven’t actually seen in years was a little disappointing, to say the least. But you could tell Zuko had changed, he was a better man than when he went on an angry manhunt when he was first banished.

Relief flooded through you as you saw him. It was familiar, safe almost.

“Hi, Zuzu.” You smiled. Aang, as you later learned, let out a loud puff of air. “Wow, I thought they didn’t even recognize you there, Sifu Hotman.”

You laughed at the nickname. Zuko hissed at him, muttering something about not embarrassing him in front of you.

“Okay, well, since Sparky here won’t explain why we are here, we tracked you down till the ends of the earth, blah, blah, blah. Anyways, how do you feel about joining the group?” A small girl from beside Zuko spoke up.

“I don’t really know any of you, but it would be an honor.” You smiled at all of them.

“Well, I’m Aang. That’s Toph,” motioning to the girl before, “that’s Sokka and Katara,” motioning to two water tribe siblings, “this is Momo and Appa is just outside the village. He’s our flying bison.” Aang bluffed, petting the lemur on his shoulder.

“That’s very nice and all, but can I have a moment to speak with Y/N alone?” Zuko walked forward. Aang groaned loudly, dramatically turning on his heel and walking slowly to where Appa was.

“It was nice meeting you all!” You called after everybody as they walked away.

Before you knew it, Zuko tackled you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, inhaling his familiar scent.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. And I’m sorry for being so rude to you when I saw you a year ago.” His voice was small again.

“I can’t even explain how much I missed you, Zu.” You murmured back to him.

“I wish I could’ve been a better friend.” He pulled away to look at you. “You look so much older. Scary.” He laughed.

“Getting chased by your sister does that to people, apparently.” You laughed back, sliding your hands down his arms and clashing his own hands in yours.

“Funny, we are on the run from her, too.”

“I know. She’s told me all about it when she threatens me.”

“So, what do you say about joining us? I said one thing about you and Aang wouldn’t leave me alone about finding you and asking you.” He chuckled lowly, looking around at the small village you lived in.

“Sure, I mean, as long as I don’t have to fight your sister.” You offered a small smile.

He hugged you again, holding you so close to him as if you wouldn’t see each other ever again. “I can’t explain how much I missed you,” he repeated your words from before.

“I know, Zu.” You hugged him back.

You were home.

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a/n: badabang badaboom BAM hope y’all enjoyed muah I’ll see you soon 👺

#zuko #zuko x you #firelord zuko #zuko x reader #prince zuko #zuko imagine #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: tla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar aang #aang #katara #sokka #toph beifong #atla appa #blurb night #late night asks w mia

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hopecountysfavhoe · 4 years ago

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‘Cold’ Chapter Fourteen

Word Count: 3,067

Rating: PG13 maybe? Idk it’s not a graphic chapter

The doctor finally gave the Deputy the green light to leave the clinic, although she told her not to leave Holland Valley for a while.

She sat the Deputy down and gave her a long list of instructions. "Stay away from trouble for a while ok? No gunfights, no fistfights, no big falls, just take it easy. If you feel severe pain in your chest or anywhere else I want you to come here straight away. If you start to feel swelling in your face an ice pack twice a day should help. I'm giving you a pain pill prescription, you'll have to come back in two weeks for me to fill it again. And I know you're going to hate this next part but-" the doctor walked over to a cabinet and pulled a crutch out.

"You're going to have to walk with this for two weeks until you come back to refill your prescription." The doctor handed her the crutch, her expression showed that she wasn't taking no for an answer.

The Deputy took the crutch unwillingly. "Two weeks?" She asked and the doctor nodded.

"Two weeks then you come in for a check up and I tell you if you need to use it for longer than that. Kim said she'd be here in about twenty minutes to pick you, do you want to wait in here or outside?" The doctor asked and the Deputy stood up, using her crutch for support.

"I'll wait outside. Thanks Doc, I'll see you in a couple weeks." The doctor gave her a smile and left the room, giving her privacy. As soon as the doctor rounded the corner, the Deputy leaned the crutch against the bed, standing on her own.

The Deputy went to the closet and found her old clothes, though they were torn and full of holes the Deputy was happy to get to wear something other than the clinic robe. When she was bored the Deputy had used a towel and water to wash the blood off of her shirt and pants so they were pretty clean.

The Deputy groaned at the idea of having to tote around the crutch but she knew she'd have to use it when she left so that the doctor didn't get upset at her. She supposed it did help to hold her weight but she could tell it was going to get tedious fast.

The Deputy hobbled out of the clinic and waited on the front porch for Kim. She fiddled with the edge of her jacket sleeve. After months of wear and tear it's seams were ripping, even after she'd stitched it up numerous times. The hem of the right sleeve was the most frayed, she knew she'd have to find another jacket but it was almost summer so she wouldn't be needing it that often.

After sitting for so long inside the clinic the wait for Kim seemed like it only took a couple minutes. Soon she heard the rumble of a car engine and saw dust on the road leading up to the clinic. Kim pulled into the driveway and got out of her truck, a smile plastered on her face.

"You ready to go?" She asked and the Deputy nodded. She lifted herself off of the bench with her crutch and walked over to the truck. Kim opened the door for her and then walked around to the drivers side.

"So, the doctor gave you a crutch?" Kim inquired motioning to the crutch in the Deputy's lap.

"Yeah, she told me to use this when I...feel tired." The Deputy lied, knowing that if Kim knew she was supposed to use it all the time then she'd never leave her alone about it.

Kim knew she was lying but she didn't press her on it. She didn't try to make much small talk, she knew the Deputy wasn't in the talking mood. She brought her back to her and Nick's house and led her inside. She made up the couch for her since the spare bedroom was Carmina's room.

"And you're sure you wouldn't rather stay with someone else? I'm just worried Carmina will wake you up in the middle of the night. She's got a tooth coming in and it's been bugging her for the past couple of days." Kim checked as she got the Deputy a cup of tea.

The Deputy accepted the tea. "As long as you're fine with me staying here then I'll be fine. I can even help with her if you'd like." Kim smiled at her.

"Thank you, but I couldn't ask you to do that."

"It wouldn't be a problem. It's the least I can do since I've been taking you away from home so much, and I'm sleeping on your couch." The Deputy motioned around her and Kim sat down next to her.

"You know you're like family, you are always welcome here Deputy." Kim gave her hand a squeeze. Hearing Kim say that warmed the Deputy's chest. She'd never really been a family oriented person, but still the thought of being close to someone was always nice. And it was like a fuck-you to Jacob, who said that the people of the Resistance didn't care about her.

It was always hanging in the back of her mind, what if they didn't really care? But if these past 6 weeks had showed her anything the they showed her exactly how much they really did care about her.

The sound of Carmina crying over the baby monitor made Kim sigh. "I'm gonna go see what my little bundle of joy needs." She stood up with a tired chuckle.

"Wait, let me come with you so that I know what to do if she wakes up tonight." The Deputy suggested and set her tea on the coffee table. She lifted herself off the couch and followed Kim upstairs. Kim was hesitant but she knew the Deputy meant well so she let her follow her.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling?" Kim cooed as she opened the door to Carmina's room. From the crib came one of the loudest wails the Deputy had ever heard. Carmina was standing up with her hands on the bars of the crib, her face was red from crying. Behind her it was obvious she had tried to use her stuffed teddy bear as a step for her to climb up the side of the crib. It's face was squished in between two of the bars with a clear footprint in its forehead.

Kim lifted Carmina out of her crib and into her arms. "Oh baby girl, you're missing your blankey aren't you?" Another wail as Kim gave her a small bounce.

"Where's her blanket?" The Deputy asked and Kim turned to face her.

"I washed it today so it's in the laundry, here you take Carmina I'll go get the blanket." Kim handed Carmina to the Deputy and walked out of the room.

The Deputy shushed the fussing baby quietly, bouncing her on her chest to try and calm her down. It occurred to her that Carmina was probably getting scared by the giant scar on her face so she moved her to the other shoulder. The screaming toddler began to calm down on her shoulder, her tiny hands grabbing for the Deputy's hair to play with. The Deputy put little kisses on Carmina's soft head.

To help calm Carmina down, the Deputy hummed a song into her ear. It was just a song she'd heard on the radio but it sounded nicer in a hum.

It didn't take Kim very long to find the blanket so she came back pretty quickly. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard humming and stopped. No crying? She snuck up the stairs as quietly as possible, trying not to make herself known to the Deputy. If she heard her come back she was sure she'd stop humming. She hated people hearing her sing and would stop anytime she heard anyone coming.

Kim waited outside the room, just listening to the Deputy hum to Carmina. She loved watching the Deputy with Carmina, she was so gentle and careful Kim never worried about her. She knew that Deputy would never let anything happen to Carmina as long as she was there.

The Deputy finished her song and cradled Carmina in her arms. "Do you feel a little better now? Are you still waiting on your blankey? It's ok, I'm sure your momma will be back soon."

Kim decided to walk in then, holding up a powder blue blanket with giraffes on it. "Here's Blankey! All clean and fresh from the dryer!" She said with a big smile and brandished the blanket so that Carmina could see it.

Delighted, Carmina said something in baby talk and reached out for the blanket. The Deputy chuckled softly and followed Kim to the crib where she laid the blanket down. The Deputy lowered Carmina into her crib and watched as she grabbed two fistfuls of her blanket, laughing that adorable laugh as she rubbed her hands all over it.

"Ok, since it's still nap time auntie Dep and I are going downstairs now! You have a nice nap ok?" Kim planted a kiss on Carmina's head and her and the Deputy walked out of the room.

Kim closed the door and turned to the Deputy. "Man does that kid have some strong lungs." The Deputy remarked quietly and Kim laughed.

They both went back downstairs and sat on the couch. The Deputy finished her tea and they just sat together for a while.

"Hey Deputy, I've got to ask..." Kim set down her cup of tea and turned to the Deputy. "What's your name? I know you like being called the Deputy but I've never heard you say your real name before. If you want me and Nick and Carmina to call you 'Deputy' then of course we will but...I'm just so curious." Her curiosity made the Deputy chuckle.

"I do like people calling me the Deputy, I don't know why. It started out as a nickname for me down at the Sheriffs department and I guess it just kinda floated here. And I don't know if my name would bode well here." The Deputy explained and Kim laughed.

"How can a name not bode well? Is it something inappropriate?" She asked and the Deputy shook her head.

"It's just...kind of a weird name. I mean I'll tell you but, I don't know if anyone else should really know. It's not like I'm hiding or anything but, I don't know. You can help me figure out if I should tell a lot of people." The Deputy came around, especially since Kim was so curious.

"I can absolutely help with that! What is it?" She asked, and excited tone crept into her voice.

"Ok, but you can't laugh." The Deputy made her promise.

"Of course not!"

"Ok, my name is-" The front door opened loudly and Nick walked in. Both Kim and the Deputy both turned their heads to see who interrupted them.

"Hey guys." Nick said and walked into the kitchen. He had been working on his plane all day, as evident by the grease smears all over his clothes.

"Oh Nick!" Kim huffed and he looked over at her with a weird expression.

"What'd I do?" He demanded confusedly and Kim shook her head.

"It's nothing, here let me get the bread for you so you don't get grease all over my kitchen." She said and got up off the couch. She turned back to look at the Deputy. "We'll finish this conversation later, ok?" The Deputy nodded and Kim smiled.

She went into the kitchen and chided Nick for wearing his shop clothes in the house. It was obvious they'd had the conversation many times before as they both laughed.

The Deputy felt shy, like she wanted to leave. Not because she was uncomfortable or she didn't like being in their house. No it wasn't anything like that, it was just that the Deputy felt like she was mooching off of them and Nick and Kim were good people. She didn't want to bum off of them. She knew Kim wouldn't let her leave so she figured she would spend the night then leave in the morning.

Kim gave an indignant shriek from the kitchen, causing the Deputy to leap off the couch. "Nicholas Rye!" Kim chided and the Deputy walked over to the kitchen.

Nick has smeared grease on Kim's cheek, making a long black swath under her eye. They were both laughing while Kim grabbed a towel to wipe her face off.

"Hey Dep, I made two sandwiches so that if you wanted you could come out with me to the hangar. I could always use an extra hand around the plane." Nick said when he saw the Deputy.

The Deputy looked over at the counter to see more of a mess than two sandwiches. There were bread crumbs and mayonnaise everywhere, but there were two sandwiches sitting in the middle of the mess.

"Sure I'll help." The Deputy said and looked back at Nick.

"Great! And hey you don't have to eat it if you don't want to or anything. I've been practicing making sandwiches a lot recently so that when Carmina grows up I can make 'em for her!" Nick explained with a grin and started cleaning up the mess he'd made.

After they'd gotten the kitchen back under control, the Deputy followed Nick out to the plane hangar. They ate their sandwiches and the Deputy sat on a crate while Nick worked on the right wing of the plane.

He accidentally popped something out of place and muttered under his breath. "Uh oh."

"What's 'uh oh' for?" The Deputy asked and Nick scrunched you his face, looking at the plane wing.

"Oh nothing, just something else I have to fix." He said and was quiet again. The music from his radio was turned down so that they could talk to each other but they'd barely said two words since they got outside. Nick would occasionally ask for a tool from the open toolbox that the Deputy was sitting next too but that was pretty much it.

"So, how ya been feeling, Dep?" Nick asked and stepped out from under the plane wing. He rubbed his hands on an old towel hanging on the plane's door and faced the Deputy.

She was looking out of the hangar at the runway. Her scarred cheek was turned away from Nick and for a split second, she looked like the old Deputy. The one that never missed an opportunity to get in a fight or punch the lights out of a bad guy. The one with infectious laughter that never missed an opportunity to crack a joke.

"Tired, Nick. Real tired." She said and turned back to face him. Nick quickly looked away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Kim has already lectured him about that before she picked the Deputy up from the clinic. "But I'm getting better." The Deputy added for his sake. She didn't need Nick worrying about her on top of everything else.

The truth was that she was tired. She was tired of a lot. Her body was tired but also her mind was tired. Before she was mostly angry but after that last beating...she was getting sick of this fight. She'd almost died here many of times but she'd always had someone that had her back, like Sharky or Grace or Jess or Nick. But when she was alone in that room, it really set in that she could die here. Then what? She dies and finally gets some rest but then what if the rest of the Valley crumbled?

It was a lot to think about so the Deputy made the conscious decision not to die. Besides, she had to be there. For Carmina, for her friends, for the people that were counting on her, she needed to be there. Alive. She just couldn't see a way that she could live and survive here with all of the fighting. It would have to come to an end, and no matter what, the Deputy decided that she would be the end.

Jacob hadn't slept very much.

It was fine, he didn't need very much sleep but it was making his irritable. It had been 6 weeks since the Deputy escaped and he hadn't found a sign of her. Normally that would be a good thing except the Whitetail Militia was stepping up their game. Every annoying thing the Deputy had done they were now doing. They blew up his roadblocks, destroyed his helicopters, and hijacked his supply vehicles.

They were antagonizing him, clearly gathering the strength and rage to push back even stronger against the cult. Truthfully, Jacob didn't even know if the Deputy survived. Nobody had heard anything from her. Not John, Faith, or even Joseph. It was like she just disappeared into thin air. He assumed that it was possible she could have been recuperating somewhere but the way everything was happening was just too strange.

Even her friends were pushing back. Nick Rye has down some flybys on his and John's outposts. A sniper had been picking off some of his hunting parties, and someone wielding a bow and arrow was killing his Judges. That idiot Hurk Drubman Jr. had been blowing up everything with an Eden's Gate symbol on it, causing a lot of property damages. Jacob almost hoped the Deputy was dead, then at least he didn't have to worry about her coming around and fucking with his plans.

Joseph had visited the Veterans Centre the day after the massacre and spoken to Jacob. He told him about the pride of the Resistance and that their greed would be their downfall. He hoped Joseph was right. He had been right before about a lot, even about the Deputy's arrival, but Jacob doubted that even Joseph could have prophesied the amount of destruction she had the power to bring.

Jacob had put out more hunting parties and told his siblings to be on the look out for any sort of Deputy activity. Who knows what she could be planning if she was alive...

#far cry 5 #jacob seed #far cry #jacob seed x deputy #jacob x deputy #female deputy #deputy oc #fem! deputy #fem!deputy #jacob x fem deputy #jacob x female deputy #jacob seed fanfic #jacob seed x fem deputy #far cry fanfic

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sortavibing · 4 years ago

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what the haikyuu!! boys/girls favorite songs/bands are📼

hello! this is my first post so i hope im doing it right :P anyways enjoy!

karasuno💾

daichi: Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. he’s such a typical dad holy shit so yeah he 100% listens to this i don’t know what else to say like- 🤠 yeah he probably sings it in his minivan (you cannot convince me that he doesn’t drive a minivan)

sugawara: WAP by Cardi B. yes we stan this bad bitch. he LOVES this song like he can do the dance and everything and he pulls it off like the baddie he is please someone animate this i NEED it anyways yeah he doesn’t really sing it but he 100% has done the dance in front of daichi.

asahi: Lullaby by Johannes Brahms. this baby hes such a slut for classical music and he always listens to it before a big game to calm his nerves. he pretends that he’s listening to something “tough” but everyone knows that he listens to classcial, they just pretend to not know.

nishinoya: Old Town Road by Lil Nas X. yeah, he hasn’t gotten out of the old town road phase and he unironically sings it and does a yeehaw dance. no one can stop him because everyone (except tanaka) is too embarrassed to be around him when he sings and dances, so he thinks it’s ok (honey, no), also, tanaka sometimes joins in and it’s painful to hear and see.

tanaka: GOOBA by 6xi9ine. he thinks it’s “badass” and tries to rap it whenever it comes on, and he fails horribly, but nishinoya always hypes him up saying that he did a good job, causing him to start singing again please save karasuno from hinata, nishinoya, and tanaka’s singing

ennoshita: Cough Syrup by Young The Giant. though it may not seem like it, but this man has got music TASTE like- yes. anyways yeah this song is a vibe and he really likes it. he once tried to introduce good music to tanaka and nishinoya, but they said it was “boring” and “sappy” and he never wanted to beat them up more than he did then.

kageyama: he listens to like play by play volleyball games or podcasts that talk about improving your skills because he’s a hoe for that volleyball shit try and prove me wrong i dare you

hinata: Red by Taylor Swift. he has terrible music taste and he literally just listens to what’s popular and like what his sister listens to. he likes to sing outloud and his voice is worse than oikawa- like karasuno cannot handle hinata singing at all it’s literal earrape.

tsukishima: Fancy by Twice. tsukki is a hardcore kpop stan, and he 100% listens to twice religiously, like that's the majority of his playlist, and he refuses to play his music out loud, and everyone thinks he listens to like rock or some shit like that. only yams knows that tsukki listens to it and he was sworn to secrecy.

yamaguchi: Sports by Beach Bunny. he likes to hum it quietly to himself because he really likes the beat and the lyrics. tsukishima has this song saved on his playlist just for yams and he plays it whenever they share headphones.

kiyoko: Body by Megan Thee Stallion. i dont know what to say, she is just a baddie who loves the confidence boost she gets from listening to this song as she should kiyoko is amazing she even learned the tiktok dance to this song and she performed it to yaichi yaichi.exe has stopped working but she won’t show it to anyone else anyways shes just a baddie and we stan.

yachi: Green by Cavetown. yeah she really likes the calming peaceful vibes this song has and she likes to sing it quietly when she is in a public place, like a bus or a subway to calm herself down and she also plays it when she studies.

aoba johsai 📼

oikawa: Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA because it just raidates that “i’m hotter than you” energy (just like he does our twink king). he prob sings it in the locker room while everyone is changing and his singing bursts everyones eardrums omg the whole team hates oikawa’s singing so much

matsukawa: Toad sings WAP he’s such a memer like- yeah so he and makki probably obsess over these toad sings video because 1. they are funny as hell like it’s some god tier comedy and 2. they say oikawa sounds like that when he sings it’s true tho

hanamaki: Toad sings Sweet Home Alabama. he and mattsun have a running debate about which one is better, and they ask the opinions of literally everyone they meet about it. so far more people have chose maki’s favorite song and he’s a little smug about it.

iwaizumi: Ride by twenty one pilots. this is probably like one of his secret pleasures. most people think he listens to like rap or something like that, but he really likes this song. he hopes that oikawa will never find out about this, because he will never hear the end of the teasing, so he just listens to this song while he is by himself, or just without the team.

yahaba: Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun. idk this just feels right, like i really have no explanation why i think this works it just does🤠

kindaichi: Wake Me Up bye Avicii. this man is borderline bad taste, but we will let it slide for now, so yeah again, he just gives me the avicii stan vibes, he probably thought he would like rap more, but one day he heard avicii playing on the radio and he was hooked. he still pretends to like rap because he has a “reputation”

kunimi: Advice by Cavetown. this man gives absolutley zero fucks about everyone’s opinions you bet your ass he listens to this song. he 100% puts headphones in to listen to this while someone is talking to him because he just doesn’t want to have a conversation with them. everyone hates when he does that, but again, he doesn’t give a shit.

kyotani: We Will Rock You by Queen. yeah this is probably his pump up jam and he always listens to it before a game to get hyped up. if anyone dares to talk to him while he has headphones in, he will not hesitate to bite their head off i know this for a fact.

nekoma💾

kuroo: Yarichin Bitch Club OP. ever since kenma introduced him to anime OPs, he’s been obsessed, and he loves the yarichin op becuase 1. it’s dirty and he thinks that’s funny and 2. it actually slaps like why does it go so hard i’m in awe- anyways yeah he always sings it in the most public places just to get attention bc he’s a whore for the spotlight like that 😌. he also sings it with bokuto whenever they are together bc we stan the dumbass duo.

yaku: Arms Tonite by Mother Mother. yeah he is kinda obsessed with mother mother but this is hands down his favorite song. lev once heard yaku listening to this song and made fun of it, and let’s just say lev got the ass whopping of his life, yaku takes no prisoners- anyways yeah he just vibes with it and it’s great.

yamamoto: Who Let The Dogs Out by Baha Men. the whole nekoma team HATES his music taste, and they never let him play any music becasue- it’s just so bad i’m sorry this man has no taste like have you seen his hair? (the slander is real :))

kenma: Hikaru Nara (Your Lie in April OP) kenma loves to listen to anime ops while gaming bc they are highkey all bops and he says they help him concentrate. he tried to get kuroo to listen to the songs with him, and kuroo started to like listening to anime OPs, so they usually listen to them together.

fukunaga: he listens to like john mulaney comedy shows becuse he’s a little dork like that and (timeskip spoiler) he becomes a comedian later on so it just fits 🤠

inuoka: Roar by Katy Perry. again, it’s just the vibes that i get from him, i can’t explain it, he just seems like a big dork who would like this shit. so yeah, he probably sings this song really loudly when it comes on and the whole nekoma team just has to tolerate him when he does it.

lev: Ra Ra Rasputin by Boney M. he probably started listening to this song as a joke because he’s Russian, and the songs about Russia, but he genuinely started enjoying it and whenever it comes on, he starts singing. his voice isn’t actually that bad but yaku still gets annoyed as hell when he does it and beats the shit out of him.

fukurodani 📼

bokuto: Mr. Brightside by The Killers. he gets really excited when this plays and always gets up to sing it really really loudly, and do a really energetic dance. akaashi calm your child please he’s not a good singer, but he’s not a terrible one either, so the team has just gotten used to it.

akaashi: This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory. eep akaashi the hopeless romantic we stan- anyways yeah he found this band in like his first year of high school and has been addicted ever since. he doesn’t really share his taste in music with others, but the one time he let bokuto listen to music with him, bokuto got way to excited and accidentally dropped akaashi’s phone and cracked it.

konoha: Spirits by The Strumbellas. idk i just feel like he would listen to this song. he would never play his music out loud though, because bokuto always takes the aux cord/ speaker before anyone gets the chance to.

shiratorizawa💾

ushijima: he doesn’t listen to music. like if tendou offers to play music with him, he’ll accept, but like he’s just confused why people like listening to music so much, so he will just listen with that face he always makes (😐) while tendo is jumping around, dancing, and going batshit crazy.

semi: All I Wanted by Paramore. he is flat out obsessed with this band and he learned how to play this song on his electric guitar and has went to a couple of their concerts. semi 100% makes fun of his teammates music taste as he should

tendou: Yoda CBT remix (i linked it if you want to listen), ok but seriously, i think money machine by 100 Gecs. tendo is so chaotic and i think his music taste reflects that. he cannot listen to music without dancing or singing, and he always plays his music on full volume (hearing? what’s that?) tendo never gets the aux cord, because the last time they gave it to him, the speakers almost broke.

goshiki: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor. this little dork omg i really don’t have an explanation for this, it just fits and i take no criticism on this because y’all know it’s true.

shirabu: Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott. semi introduced him to this song and he pretened he didn’t like it but he’s secretly obsessed. i think he generally doesn’t like music but this song- this song is such a vibe that he has to like it. (anyways yeah go listen to this song its so good)

inarizaki 📼

kita: Animal by Neon Trees. he isn’t really open about listening to music, he only listens to his songs when he is alone and when he has earbuds in, and if someone walks up to him to talk, he takes his earphones out (we stan a respectful boy). so yeah, he isn’t a big fan of music, but he still likes to listen from time to time.

aran: You Know It by Colony House. he will never listen to music in front of anyone because whenever he hears this song, he has to sing, and he doesn’t like singing in front of people (the miya twins are annoying he can’t do anything in front of them🙄), but yeah, this songs really good we stan this man’s music taste.

atsumu: Girls in the Hood by Megan Thee Stallion. this man LOVES this song like- he is obsessed. if you ask him something, he will literally reply with “can’t talk right now, doing hot girl shit” and he just walks away and ur just like- what the fuck bro. anyways yeah he thinks he’s a bad bitch but he really is just a dork.

suna: 505 by The Arctic Monkeys. yeah, the basic choice would probably be “why’d you only call me when you’re high”, but i feel like he would like this song better because it starts off kinda vibey, and then it goes into this great guitar bit, and just- the v i b e s so yeah i think he really likes this shit.

osamu: cooking podcasts. like he literally doesn’t listen to music, just shit about cooking. atsumu makes fun of him for it and he is just like “bitch shut up and go do ur hot girl shit 😐” and just walks away and keeps on listening to his cooking shit. (we stan this petty bitch)

others💾

saeko: E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! by CORPSE and Savage Ga$p. this is self explanatory, she just is a bad bitch and this is what bad bitches listen to 😌 she def has played this song while getting it on with someone.

terushima: Bust It Open by Lil’ Wil. we all know terushima listens to these thirst trap songs and tries to do the tik tok dances that are associated with them. he probably posts videos to these songs on tik tok and they get a good amount of likes (cough cough he has a following of many thirsty girls).

sakusa: 24 hours of nothing yeah he doesn’t listen to music he just puts this on with headphones so people won’t bother him. he finds the silence relaxing and hates it when people interrupt him (cough cough atsumu)

btw: for some of the songs that aren’t on basic streaming services, i linked the youtube video for them.

anyways, i hope you enjoyed my first post [eep finishing this made me really happy]! have a nice day!

bye for now🌊

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyu imagine #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

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daydreamingsora-fics · 4 years ago

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OURS

pairing: terushima yuuji x f! reader genre: fluff, and slight angst (I guess? lmao) word count: 5.6k plot: when they learned that you’re in a relationship with terushima yuuji, a lot of them seems to disapproves to it even your family.

A/N: this story is inspired by taylor swift’s song titled “Ours” hoot hoot. When I listened to the song, I just remembered terushima uwu. I just thought a scenario of Terushima being in a relationship and a lot of people seems to be not fond of it.So i come up to writing that scenario lmao. plus I miss him so much இ௰இ(≧﹏ ≦)

A/N2: I’ve been writing this for almost a week lmaooo. idk how to end it LmAOoo. But here is it! I hope you all enjoy this one shot story. THIS IS UNEDITED!!! always stay safe everyone! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

~sky

Song: Ours by Taylor Swift

You and Terushima met in higchschool. The two of you were in the same class in your second year and no one expected for the two of you to get close because you two are the complete opposite of each other.

You’re the type of person who’s reserve and quite more serious when it comes to you academics but you know how to have fun. Meanwhile, Terushima is the opposite of you, he is the type of person who don’t take things seriously and he is very energetic. He is known in your school with his good looks and being a great volleyball player.

But even though the two of you are each other’s complete opposite, there are still common between you two. The two of you excels in your academics, and known as the smartest students in your class. And when one of your teacher paired you and Terushima in one of your projects, you’ve learned that you two had a lot of similarities.

He loves to play instruments and same with you, specially playing electric guitars. He loves to listen to rock musics just like you. You’ve found out that he got his tongue pierced without telling his parents and when his parents found out, he just got scolded. He knew that your parents don’t like to get your nose pierced but you want it.

The first impression you both had for each other is very different from what you both found out as you two get know each other. You thought he is playboy that breaks every girls heart but the truth is it's only because of his appearance and he is actually serious when it comes to commiting. He thought you're a boring person who only studies and doesn't know how to have fun but the truth is you are actually fun to be with and actually loves party but you're not that just energetic.

But as the time goes by, you two grew closer as the two of you get to know each other. The two of you planned to go out together and bond together whenever you guys are free. Mostly, you two will go to a studio then plays instrument or do karaokes because you two loves to sing. Your classmates started to assume that you two are dating each other which made your friends and his teammates to question your relationship with each other.

“Calm your asses please, we’re just friends” You told your friends that even went to your classroom during lunch break just to ask you this question.

“You guys should be just friends” one of your friends said which confuses you.

“Why?”

“Didn’t you know? there are rumours about him being a playboy”

“Not only being a playboy but also a fuckboy. and please those piercings he have looks scary”

Hearing those from your friends, gives you an urge to laugh because you know that Terushima is not like that. He is just a boy who’s extremely energetic and big ass flirt. You know that behind those personality, he is kind and a reliable person. You looked at Terushima’s seat- which actually vacant at the moment because he is with his friends- with a tight smile plastered on your face as you think of how opposite he is from what people says.

“Are you dating y/n?” Bobata asked as the walk back to their classroom.

“No, we’re just friends” Terushima answered and chuckled.

“Why do you even ask that question?” he added

“the two of you seems so close to each other” Futamata said. Terushima just laugh it off and shakes his head because he found it amusing.

“well do you like her?” Bobata asked then looked at Terushima. The three of them stopped walking as they reached Terushima’s classroom. Terushima’s smile slowly faded away as soon as he heard the question and started to think about you. Bobata and Futamata were just looking at him waiting for him to answer the question but the only they get is silence.

Terushima looked at you from a far as you laugh with your friends and observes your face. There’s no doubt that you’re beautiful, especially when you laugh or smile. He really likes it when you laugh contagiously. He likes it when the crinkles in your eyes shows up as you laugh. He likes it how your face lighten ups when you both talk about something you really like. He likes how you crinkle your nose when you did/ found something cringey.

He likes everything about you to the point his day won’t be complete he didn’t talked to you or even texted you. He likes you so much which made him feel confuse with this kind of feeling.

His two friends looks at him then to what he was looking at and just smirked. With that look shows on his face, made them conclude that he has feelings for you. They looked at each other and smirked.

“Nevermind, I already know the answer” Bobata said and with that, Terushima went back to reality and looked at his friends with a confused look. He was about to say something to his friends but the bell rings which means lunch is now over. Bobata and Futamata bid their goodbye and patted his shoulder.

“You like her, you dimwit”

“Don’t you dare deny, dickhead”

His eyes went wide as soon as he heard what his friend says then he looks around if someone heard his friends. He then looked at you again who’s getting ready for the next subject before he went in the classroom.

Terushima later on realizes his feelings towards you, at first he tries to denied it because he thinks it’s just because you’re the only girl that he is very comfortable with. But as the times goes, he finally admits it to his self that he has feelings for you. He even told it to Bobata and Futamata which he highkey regretted it because his friends won’t stop teasing him.

Most of the time they convince him to confess his feelings to you because they felt like you also feel the same way. Hence, in the end, he doesn’t confess, he is just too scared that it might ruin your friendship with him,

Little did he know that his friends’ guts is correct, that you actually grew some feelings towards him. But for you kept it to yourself only, you didn’t told your friends because you know that they are not favor with Terushima.

It’s hard for you because you don’t have someone to talk to about your feelings towards the guy. You can’t let your frustration out on how your heart goes wild whenever he smiles at you or how he gives you butterflies in your stomach when he gives you cheesy pick-up lines. You’re too afraid to tell to your friends because you feel like they will be disappointed on you.

But as it went longer, Terushima can’t hold his feelings, he just wanted to tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants you to be called his.

So one time, the day before the spring high play offs, he asked you to wait for him until after practice and you agreed to him and waited for in the library. Once his practice ended, he texted you and told you to meet him at the front of the gym. You just sent him an “okay” and started to pack your things then exits the library.

Once you arrived, you saw Terushima talking to his teammates at the front of the gym. so you walk to his direction and called his name.

“Terushima!” the three of them stopped talking then looks at your direction. You smiled at them and gave them a small wave which they returned back to you. He bid his good bye to his teammates then walks towards your direction to meet you in the middle.

“So, let’s go?” He asked you with a smile on his face. You nodded as an answer to his question then looked at his back to give a wave to his friends again. He also looks at them and says his good bye once again. They two of exited the school and walk on the sidewalk side by side.

The walk on the way home is painfully quiet, and unlike the usual comfortable silence this one is very awkward. You can sense that Terushima is quite nervous or more like tense beside. You can see it your peripheral vision that he keeps on glancing at you then would let out a sigh.

Feeling frustrated because he is not being the usual energetic boy he is, you stopped walking and gave him a frustrated look. Terushima also stopped walking then looks at you and confusion can be evidently seen on his face.

“Why did you stop walking?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and just let out a loud huff.

“Is there something wrong Terushima?” you straightforwardly asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“you’ve been acting nervous ever since we left the school. You kept on glancing at me and sighing loudly” you said which made the boy widened his eyes a little bit.

The two of you stared to each other, you with a from on your face while him biting his lips- a sign of him when he is nervous or caught in the act. He is the first one to break the staring contest you guys have, as he looked at the side and put his left hand at the back of his neck. You observed him for a while then let out a sighed.

“Nevermind, if you don’t want to say then don’t. I’m not forcing you” You said then started walking.

He started to panic as you walked pass him, thinking that if he will not use this chance to confess his feelings for you then he will lose his chance. So, Terushima runs to you then hold your wrist to stop you from walking.

“Wait, Y/N” You looked at him in the face then to his hand that is holding your wrist. You felt the beat of your heart went faster and your blood rushes up to your cheeks.

Terushima let go of your wrist when he noticed that you’re looking at his hand holding your wrist. He cleared his throat to get your attention then took a deep breathe then exhale.

“The reason that I’m acting like this is because-” you can see his adams apple when as he gulps down then notice his two hands on his sides clenches. You remained silent and just wait for him to continue what he is saying.

“...is because I like you— actually it’s not just like. I love you, Y/N”

“I love your smile, your laugh, your face, your attitude. I love how the crinkles in your eyes shows when you smile or laugh. I love it when you crinkles your nose when you find something cheesy. I love everything I do as long as it involves you. I just love you and sometimes it hurt so much because you’re not mine” He said nonstop. He felt like he took a long run because of how breathless he is after saying his feelings towards you.

It’s now you who’s frozen on your spot. You didn’t say anything nor react, you just stay there standing in front him. You didn’t know what to say, actually you know but you were too shock to speak. You feel like you’re dreaming because damn, he just confessed to you and he said he loves you. The butterflies in your stomach are now going wild.

Terushima looks at your face and just sighed when you didn’t say anything.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I understand, no need to feel pressured and feel bad. But I hope we could stay friends” He said then he looks at the sky.

“Let’s go, it’s getting late.” he added then started walking pass you.

“W-wait, Terushima!” You called him. He stopped walking but didn’t look back. He is afraid of what you’re about to say, even though he already expected it, he it still break his heart.

You bit your lips as you look at his back. You sighed then said, “I also feel the same way.”

He looks back to you with wide eyes and mouth agape. He don’t know he heard you correctly, what if he is just being delusional, what if it’s the other way around and just misheard you.

“w-what?” he stuttered while looking at you. You looked down then clenches your fist and bit your lips.

“I said I love you too, you idiot!” you said louder as your cheeks feels hotter.Your heartbeat goes even faster and the butterflies went wilder. Terushima bit his bottom lip to refrain him self from smiling widely then he runs back to you and hugs you tightly.

You wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his chest. You smiled as you hear his heartbeat— it’s the same like yours, loud and beating fast.

“fuck, I’m so happy” he said as he hugs you tighter. You just snuggle more on his chest and the two of you just stayed like that for a while.

“Y/N” you hummed when he called your name.

“does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” he asked. You step back a little, arms are still on his torso, then looked up on his face.

“No” you said which shocks him. Thoughts in his head start to run again when he heard your answer. Are you playing prank on him? does he misunderstood you? do you only love him as a friend?

You chuckled when you saw his shock face. You can hear his thoughts that’s why you flick his forehead lightly.

“I love you more than friends, idiot. stop overthinking.”

“then why can’t you be mine?” he asks. You let out a sigh before you fully breaking the hug but then hold his hand.

“because your tournament is starting tomorrow and you should focus on that first, captain” you said. He opened his mouth and was about to say something but you interrupted him.

“You can ask me that question again after your tournament and if you did great then I might answer yes then” You said as you give him a soft smile and a squeeze on his hand.

Terushima bit his lower lip trying not to smile big then he looks down on his hand that is holding yours. He caress his thumb on the back of your hand as he admire how your hands fit perfectly in his.

“Okay, deal then” he said as he looks up to you and squeezes your hand.

His tournament went by like a wind and now he can finally say that you are his and he is yours. You went to watch their match but sadly they lost to Karasuno, even so you said yes to him.

After Johzenji loses to Karasuni, you went back to your school and waited for his team to arrive. After around 30 minutes his team arrived, you stood by the gate and was greeted with a disappointed players. You saw Misaki then gave her a soft smile and she return one a tight smile. Terushima saw you standing at the front gate and went to you.

“Hey” you greeted him softly then gave him a tight smile.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asks. You felt sad seeing him a little bit down, it’s not him. You are not use to it, you know him for being energetic boy.

“I’m waiting for you, so we can go home together” you said as you look at his face, it’s full of sadness and disappointment. You want to give him a hug but you refrained yourself.

“Okay, just wait for me on the front of the gym. I will just change my clothes” he said quietly. You just nodded and followed him on the way to the gym.

It didn’t took long for him to change, he bid his good bye to his teammate then went back to you immediately. As soon as he saw you waiting at the front of the gym, he went to you and hugs you then hides his face on the crook of your neck. You hugged him back and patted his back lightly as you try to comfort him.

“I’m sorry” that’s the first two words you heard since he arrived.

“why are you saying sorry hmm?” you ask him as he buried his face more on the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t do my best and lost on the first round” he muttered. Your hands went to his shoulders and pushes him lightly. He lets you go and looks at you, sadness and disappointment evident on his face. You held his face with your hands then stares at his eyes.

“You did great there, okay! don’t say that you didn’t great because I watched you play earlier and you’re amazing. You look cool there trying to cheer you team and doing your duty as a captain” you said

“And remember that there’s always room for improvement. Take this event as a lesson and a time to reflect and get some feedback so that it will not happen again. okay?” you added as you squeezes his cheeks with your two hands. He muttered a ‘yes’ as his answer then you patted his cheeks lightly.

“now stop sulking and show me your handsome smile” you said as you put your hands down. Terushima stares at you for a while before he gave you a sweet smile.

“Let’s go home” he said as he intertwine his fingers with yours. You smiled at him then nodded. You gave his hand a squeeze then the two of you exited the school.

The two of you walk hand in hand, enjoying the comfortable silence you both have and looking just looking around. You looked at your intertwined hands then bit your bottom lip. You are waiting for him to ask you the question you’ve been wanting to answer. Terushima notices you and squeezes your hands to get your attention.

“What you’re thinking?” he asks as you look up to him. He gave you a side glance then looks forward again. You took a deep breathe then also looked forward.

“Will you not ask that question again?” you ask . You saw in your peripheral view that his eyes went wide and he felt tense.

“But you told me to only ask you if we won the tournament” he said quietly then looks down. You frown when you heard him and stopped walking which also made him to stop. You looked at him with a frown on your face then said,

“I didn’t say anything like that, you dumbass. I told you– you can ask me that question again after the tournament and if you did great. Your tournament is done and you did great” you said still frowning at him as he looks at you.

“But–”

“no buts! just ask me the question” the two of you had a staring contest for a short time then he lets out a deep sigh. He looks down then scratches the back of his neck with his free hands.

“Y/N...” he started as he looks at you in the eyes again then stands properly and cleared his throats.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks. His can feel his heartbeat accelerated then something in his stomach went wild. Even though he knew about your feelings, he’s still afraid that you’ll reject him.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend” you said with a smile on your faces. Terushima freezes then his eyes went (⊙ˍ⊙).

“eh?”

“I said yes!” you said louder to him.

“damn dude you need to clean your ears” you teased as you let out a chuckle. Terushima looks at you for a while pulls you in the hug.

He is so damn happy because he can now finally call you his. He buried his face more on your neck as he hug you tighter. Even though he is sad that his team lost in Karasuno earlier, he is now happy because he has you now as his girlfriend.

You and Terushima didn’t immediately told to the both of your friends that two of you are already a couple now. The two of you decided to just keep it secret for a while until you both introduces each other to the both of your parents.

When he introduces you to his parents, you’re so nervous and all but his parents only shows genuine happiness and sincerity when they met you. His parents are so happy because for once their son is serious about something. However, when you introduces him to your parents, they seems like they lowkey don’t like him. Your parents didn’t expect you to have a boyfriend that has piercings and looking like a fuckboy. They expected you to introduce someone who looks more decent, the one who don’t look like him.

Terushima immediately notices that and with that he started to overthink again. He thinks that he is not enough for you and doesn’t deserve you. That your parents might set you up to another man that looks more decent and that doesn’t have piercings and will do everything to break you two apart.

Terushima may look the happy go lucky kid and looks childish but deep down him, he also overthinks on a lot of stuff especially when he is serious about it. That’s why he can’t help to overthink at this moment because he doesn’t want to let you go and wants to be with you until the two of you grows old. He had never felt like this in his past relationships that’s why he knows that for him you’re the one he wants to be with forever.

After having lunch with your parents, the two of you are in the kitchen cleaning up. Your parents went back to work and the two of you were left alone in your house. Terushima volunteered to wash the dishes while you clean up the table and bring the used dishes in the sink. After doing your chores, you watch your boyfriend wash the dishes as you lean your back on the the kitchen counter with your arms crossed. You just observes him as he do his chores and you notice that he’s been awfully quiet since your parents left to work.

“Can I have a penny of your thoughts, yuuji?” you said breaking the silence you both have. Terushima gave you a side glance then let out a sigh. You just hummed to let him know that you’re waiting for him to speak.

“I think your parents don’t like me” He said quietly but it’s loud enough for you to hear it.

“I think not” you said as you uncrossed your arms then walk to his back to give him a back hug.

“I think they felt weird when they saw you because first of all you’re look so handsome to the point my parents think you’re a heartbreaker” you said as you buried your face more on his back.

“and second is because they felt weird your piercings especially with your tongue piercing. Did you know my mom even asked me earlier if it’s real when I was helping her to put the foods in the kitchen” you said.

Terushima’s right eyebrow raises when he heard that from you. He shakes his hand lightly then dries it with the kitchen towel. He turns around to face you and wrap his arm around you while you look up to him, resting your chin on his chest.

“really?”

“yeah, I bet they really like you because they can see how you make me happy and if they don’t even like you, they just have need to learn to love you because there’s nothing reason for not to love you” you said as you gave him your sweetest yet reassuring smile.

Terushima suddenly felt relieve and at peace when heard those reassuring words from you. It seems like there’s a magic in your words that made him feel reassured and made him fall to you over and over again.

“You know I love you right?” he said as he put the strands of your hair behind your ears. You nodded as you hummed with your eyes closed.

“I love you too” you said as you open your eyes then look in to his eyes. You were not mistaken when you saw his two eyes shines as you said those 3 words back. Terushima smiles then leans down to your face and gave you a long sweet kiss on your lips.

Telling your relationship to both of your friends was actually forgotten after the two of you told about it to both of your parents. But the two of you were caught by Terushima’s teammates first, when you were waiting for him at the front door of the gym.

Terushima saw you standing at the front of the gym and walks to you forgetting about his friends behind him.

“Baby!” He called loudly with a smile plastered on his face. He caught not only your attention but also his friends’ attention too. Bobata and Futamata stood behind him with a confuse and amusing look on their faces.

“Baby???” Futamata questioningly repeated as he looks at the two of you with a smirk on his face. Terushima freezes when he heard his friend’s voice while you were just snickering at him. Terushima bit the bottom of his lips as he looks at you apologetically.

“Are you guys dating already? since when?” Bobata asked while Terushima slowly turns around to face his two friends that were giving them a teasing look. You immediately went beside him then hooks your arm to his arm then gave his friends a wide smile.

“Yeah! we started dating after the tournament” you said as you look up at Terushima and gave him your famous sweet smile which made him smile back to you. His friends notices it which made them want to tease the captain more.

“Really?! why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Don’t you trust us?!” His friends complained as you and Terushima just chuckled.

“We just actually forgot to tell you guys and I know you two will not stop teasing me about it too” He said to his friends.

“Well, congratulations.”

“We’re happy for you”

That’s what his friends said to both of you then the four of your walks together to the exit then went to separate ways when you guys reaches the gate.

His friends are cool when they knew about your relationship, however when your friends knew about it, they’re actually highkey disapproving it. Like the two of your friends disapproves while the other one was just supporting you.

You invited Terushima and his friends to sit with your friends during lunch. It’s also your way to tell your friends that Terushima is your boyfriend but when they heard about it they were all shock. The two of your friends didn’t say anything rude to him like ‘you don’t deserve her’ but they were cold to him. Unlike those two friends of yours, the other one congratulated the two of you and welcomes him and his friends genuinely.

Terushima and his friends notice the act of your two friends but didn’t mind it and just talk to one of your friends. You also notices it too which actually made you feel disappointed towards that two friends of yours.You tried to understand them and think that those two were just being protective, however, it’s not a reason to act seems a little bit rude towards him and his friends.

After the lunch, the two of you went back together to your room and waited until dismissal. He don’t have any practice that time, so the two of you decided to go your house and watch your favorite movies.

As the two of you walk together to your house, you can’t help but to think how the two of your friends acted earlier. You were very disappointed on how they acted and ended up didn’t talked to them when the class was dismissed.

Terushima notices you, so he squeezes your hand to get your attention. You looked at him while he kept looking forward.

“I know you’re thinking about what happened earlier and I wanted to say that it’s fine. You don’t need to worry, I understand them” He said then gave a side glance. You let out a sigh as you looked down to your shoes.

“Still though, they don’t need to act like that. They could just act more n–”

“Baby, if they don’t approve to our relationship because they don’t like me and think that I’m not serious about you then I will just prove them that I’m very serious about this relationship.” He cuts you off then held your hands tighter. He stopped walking which made you stop too. Terushima faces you then lift your face by holding your chin with his free hand, to make you look at him.

“If they still don’t approve then I don’t give a fuck. It’s not them who I am dating, It’s you and your parents I am dating” He said as he let go of your hand then held your cheeks. You looked at him for a while then you chuckled when everything he said sinks in to you.

“Really? you’re dating my parents?” you said feeling amused.

“Of course, it’s not only your partner you should date, you should also date your partner’s parent” he said as he removes his hands on your cheeks and stands up straight. You looked at him with delight and a smirk plastered your face.

“You’re so cute” You straightforwardly said making him flustered and a blush showing on his face.

“Stop that!” he exclaimed as he looks away from you. You bursted to laughter when you saw his reaction while looks back to you again and gave you a glare.

“aish! let’s go so we can watch a lot of movie” he said as he started to drag you to your house.

In every relationship, there are still people who disapproves. Judging the relationship you had and saying shitty things about your partner. But that didn’t break the two of you apart, in fact it made your relationship even stronger.

You and Terushima are cuddled up in your shared bed and just enjoying the comfortable silence you both have. The two of you are both tired because of college and part time jobs and you only both want to cuddle to each other.

Terushima was lay on his back on the bed while your legs are tangled to each other, you arm was wrapped around his torso and your head is using his chest as your pillow. Terushima was playing your with hair, combing it with his fingers which makes you feel more relax.

He is reminiscing everything that happens in high schools and before the two of you decided to live in together. It actually took a while to convince your parents, specially your father because he can feel that he still lowkey don’t like him. But that’s okay for because your mother learned to like him more than he expected. She helped him to convince your father to let you both live in one apartment.

He remembered how nervous he was when he first met your parents and how looked at himself so low when he felt that your parents don’t like him. Yet, even though he can feel that they don’t like him, he still feel grateful because they didn’t took you away from him. That’s why he did his everything just to woo your parents and makes them to like him.

Terushima chuckled as he remembers all of the dumb things he did just to fully get your parents’ trust. You felt his chest vibrated then you let out slight groan and hugs him tighter.

“what you’re thinking yuuji?” you asked with your eyes still close and your voice sounding groggy.

“hmm. I’m just reminiscing about the stuff I did just to make your parents like me” he answered still combing your hair and you just hummed as a response.

Terushima just stares at the ceiling as he remembers how many hardship does your relationship went through. How people judge your relationship based on his and your appearance. How they judge like they really know about him and you.

And sometimes with those judgmental stares, the both of you doubt your relationship. Their words lures you both and make you both feel insecure about yourselves. Thinking being together is basically wrong in the first place.

However, for Terushima, when he sees you starting to doubt and to fall apart, he will be there to hold you and gives you faith with his actions and efforts. He once gave you a promise ring during your 2nd year in college. You always where that ring, to remind yourself that his love for you will never fade.

Same for you, if he was in the verge of giving up, you’ll reassure him by giving him reassuring words or by writing him a letter or poem. You once gave him a book that is full of your poems about him in you anniversaries. He always read it whenever he feel insecure and whenever he is feeling down.

It seems like, these judgmental people make love looks complicated but for the both of you it’s not. The two of you will remain holding each other’s hands telling them that those shitty words and looks they gave will never separate the two of you. Because you both know that they won’t take what’s ours.

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