#not because you have no stress but because your body just. shut. yanno?

[starpros-sunshine]

I love caffeine because headache go poof but also why does the beverage make me sleepy

[spacexcowgirl]

I’d Lie - G.W.

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N fell for her best friend, but she can’t let him, or anyone else, know that.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Alcohol usage/intoxication, swearing, mentions of food, LOTS of pining and unrequited love, I don’t think there’s anything else?

A/N: This is a song fic inspired by the wonderful unreleased song “I’d Lie” by Taylor Swift! mmmm this is my first fic without a *happy* ending and boy does that make me sad. But do not worry I quite literally already have a second part planned oops. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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I don’t think that passenger seat 

Has ever looked looked this good to me

He tells me about his night

And I count the colors in his eyes

Y/N distracted herself with her fingers, tangling and untangling them and cracking her knuckles. It was all she could do to stop herself from completely ogling the boy sitting beside her on the couch. He was positioned towards her, one leg bent at the knee and resting between them on the couch. His hands moved back and forth wildly as he spoke, recounting some story that had happened during quidditch practice that night.

“Are you even listening?” George cut himself off, his tone light. When Y/N snapped her head up to look at him, she found that he was smiling, but still he looked a bit offended.

“‘course I’m listening.” Y/N reassured quickly, her eyes finally meeting his. That was all it took, and suddenly she was being reeled into those chocolate brown eyes, drowning in their various shades and hues, with no way out.

Y/N wasn’t sure when her feelings for her best friend shifted from friendly to something more. It was as if one day his messy hair transformed from something to giggle and roll her eyes at to something to swoon over. When his pranks made her admire his genius rather than scold the disturbance they caused. When his incessant teasing shifted from mild annoyance to exuberant joy from receiving any attention from him. Of course, these shifts all happened slowly, over a period of time, but the realization of them hit Y/N all at once. She was head over heels for the boy, and she hadn’t even realized she had been falling.

If she didn’t know any better, she’d be convinced that someone was slipping her a love potion. Or, maybe, she just hoped that, because Godric would it be less embarrassing than the reality of things. Because the reality was, Y/N really had just fallen for George Weasley, no potions or gimmicks needed, and while she was irrevocably in love with him, he had no clue. 

“Seems like you zoned out for a second,” George lightly nudged her with his elbow, although a glowing smile remained illuminated on his face. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just…” Y/N racked her brain for an excuse, something believable, because she knew George could always see right through her. “Just classes, I guess. Umbridge. All of it. I guess I’m just stressed out.”

“So you’ve been letting me carry on about quidditch?” George sounded shocked, but his teasing smile was comforting. “Please, love, if you need something to take your mind off things, you should’ve just said so.”

Without Y/N even having to tell him what she needed, he was up and off the couch, rushing towards the boys’ dormitory steps. Y/N only had a moment to furrow her brows, before George was rushing back down them with a jumper in one hand and a bag of sugar quills, her favorite, in the other. Y/N exhaled a deep sigh, before the involuntary glow and warmth overtook her. Because no matter how much she longed to only view George as a friend, everything about him permeated her subconscious, lamenting and solidifying his place as more.

He’ll never fall in love he swears

As he runs his fingers through his hair

I’m laughing ‘cause I hope he’s wrong

Y/N and George walked side by side down the corridor, laughter bubbling from both of their chests. Y/N adored moments like these, when she could forget everything for just a moment and just bask in the presence of her favorite person. Ultimately, they always were ruined by her feelings hitting her like a truck, or by someone coming to steal him away, so she always tried to live in those few peaceful moments for as long as she could.

George nudged her with his elbow after making a joke, and just as she was about to respond she noticed the change in his demeanor. He was no longer laughing, but instead a small smirk had appeared on his face as he nodded a few feet ahead of them. Y/N followed his gaze, her eyes landing upon his twin brother leaned casually against the wall. In front of him was Angelina, his girlfriend, rocking on her heels as she giggled at something he said.

“Sickening, aren’t they?” George prodded, shaking his head a bit as Fred swooped down to steal a kiss on her lips.

“I think they’re cute.” Y/N tugged her books into her chest, tilting her head to the side as she watched the love-stricken couple. Angelina could have a tough exterior, and Fred could be a lot to handle, but they just got each other so well. Y/N would never say it aloud, but she envied them.

“You would think so,” George scoffed lightly. “You don’t have to listen to him ramble on about her every bloody second of the day.”

“Maybe you’re just jealous.” Y/N teased, turning her body away from the couple to face George instead.

“Hardly.” George rolled his eyes, shifting his books into one arm. He slowly raked his fingers through his newly cut hair as he spoke again, entrancing Y/N entirely. “Love’s just not in the cards for me right now. Someone’s gotta worry about products, and about making Umbridge’s day as awful as possible.”

Y/N laughed at his joke, although she felt a little sting in her heart. Sure, he had said ‘right now,’ and perhaps that should have incited some hope in her, but it didn’t. It just made her chest ache. She knew it was foolish, but she couldn’t just drop it. She had to push on, test her luck and hope that George would offer her any sort of solace.

“Come on, I think it would be nice.” Her voice was quiet, and she found she suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. “Someone you could share everything with? Yanno, they could just be like… your person.”

George seemed to mull over her words for a moment, before swinging his arm around her shoulder and continuing to push down the corridor.

“Well, I already have you for that, right?” George beamed down at her. “Why would I need a girlfriend? You’re already my person.”

Y/N was certain her heartbreak could be heard throughout the school.

He looks around the room

Innocently overlooks the truth

Shouldn’t a light go on?

Doesn’t he know that I’ve had him memorized for so long?

The party was in full swing, blinding lights and near deafening music. It was risky, what with Umbridge slinking around every corner, desperate to give students a detention, but they needed this. Something about this year felt different, and not in a good way, and Fred and George knew one of their infamous parties was just small way to lift spirits.

Y/N scanned the crowd of people, nursing sips of her firewhisky every few moments. Parties weren’t necessarily her thing, but she couldn’t deny that she needed to unwind. As her eyes finally fell upon their desired target, she couldn’t help the warmth that bubbled in her chest or the smile that involuntarily rose on her lips. Once George met her gaze, he shot her a wink and beckoned her over, and she was quick to oblige.

“Having fun, darling?” George rested his weight against her, clearly much more drunk than she was.

“A bit,” Y/N giggled. “Not as much as you, I reckon.”

“What’s that s’pose to mean?” George slurred, giving her a drunken pout. 

“Nothing, nothing,” Y/N teased innocently, shifting her weight to better support the boy. She wrapped an arm around his back, using it to steady both him and her. “Maybe you should lay off the drinking for now though, what d’ya think?”

“Fineeeee.” George elongated the last vowel before grinning down at the girl. “Always taking care of me, aren’t you?”

Y/N hummed in response, a small smile of her own growing as she felt her cheeks begin to heat up. “What would you do without me?”

“Hm. Probably die. Fred’s doing, no doubt.” He leaned down to rest his head against the top of hers, shutting his eyes for a moment as he centered himself. “Honestly though, I’m really thankful for you. I don’t think I say that enough.”

Drunk George was always a bit sappy, but Y/N certainly wouldn’t complain. His words felt like a shock flowing through her nervous system, hitting every neuron and sparking her to life. Alternatively, she also felt completely useless in producing a response.

“Godric, I really do have the best friend in the world.” He hummed.

And just like that, the shock was sucked from her body and she was left feeling nothing but empty.

He sees everything black and white

Never let nobody see him cry

I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine

Y/N had searched for George for hours. After Gryffindors win over Slytherin, what should have been a wonderful celebration quickly went south. Y/N had watched from the stands as three team members held Fred back and Harry loosely clung to George, as both boys attempted to charge Draco. Of course, she couldn’t hear whatever he said that got the two so worked up, but from the look on George’s face she was certain it must have been bad. Everything seemed to move in slow motion once she saw Harry let go of George, and she watched with bated breath and wide eyes as  he lunged at the Slytherin boy.

Of course, she had heard about the twins’ and Harry’s lifetime ban from Quidditch, and she knew George must be feeling awful now. So, she had to find him. Even if he didn’t want to see her, or anyone, she had to be there for him.

She had checked just about every spot in the castle she could think of, sighing profusely each time that she came up empty. Fred and George knew the hidden corridors and passageways of the school better than anyone, and she was certain he had used that to his advantage. 

Just as she was about to give up, she decided to check one last spot that she knew of. She crept slowly up to the seventh floor, careful to make sure no one was following her. She paced back and forth three times, just as she had been taught, and breathed a sigh of relief when the door appeared. Quietly, she pushed it open, and her breath hitched in her throat when she caught sight of the familiar head of red hair. She had found him.

It didn’t appear he had heard her come in, and she used that to her advantage as she slowly surveyed the room. She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces as she took in the familiar sight of the burrow living room and heard George’s quiet sobs from his place before the fire. After the day he had, all he wanted was the warmth of his home.

“Georgie?” Y/N whispered quietly, letting the door shut behind her. 

Immediately, George straightened up and wiped at his eyes. She had never seen him cry before, and she knew there was a reason for that. Fred and him both felt they had to be strong all the time, they had to be the ones cracking jokes and making people laugh even when it was hard for them. When he glanced back, his face was red and splotchy, but a forced smile was plastered on his face.

“Hey, darling.” His voice sounded scratchy, and it was clear it was taking all of his power to keep it together. Y/N could see that his lip was busted, illuminated by the fire, and she wanted nothing more than to cup his face in her hands and nurse him back to perfect health. “Reckon you saw the fight earlier?”

“Your lip…” Y/N spoke softly, approaching him with tentative steps. She didn’t have the capacity to answer his question, not when he looked so broken and beaten down.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” George swiped his thumb over his lip, and Y/N didn’t miss his slight wince. “You should see the other guy.”

“You don’t have to do that.” She finally reached him, taking her place beside him on the carpeted floor. “You don’t have to joke and pretend everything’s fine, not with me.”

George studied her for a moment before a shuddering breath left his lips. As the tears began to pool once more, he could no longer meet her eyes. And that killed her.

“I don’t know why I’m letting this get to me so much.” He spoke, sounding entirely disappointed in himself. “But, the things he said, about my mum, my family. And then Umbridge…” His words cut off as the tears began to roll down his cheeks once more.

“I’m so sorry, George.” Y/N reached out and gently cupped his cheek, allowing her thumb to brush a few tears away. When he leaned into her touch, her heart soared. “You don’t have to shut yourself off, though. I’m here for you, always.”

“I know.” His voice was soft as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears away.

Slowly, Y/N leaned forward and brought her forehead to his, letting her eyes shut as well. Her hand drifted from his cheek to the back of his neck, gently playing with the hairs at the base of it. The action seemed to calm him a bit, so she continued to do it. By the light and warmth of the fire, the two sat in silence. Neither needed to say anything, they just wanted to be near each other. 

“I love you, you know that?” George was the first to break the silence, not bothering to open his eyes or pull away from her touch.

“I know.” Y/N spoke quietly. “And I love you too.”

And Godric, did she mean it. But she was aware that they meant it in entirely different ways, and that George had no idea.

He stands there, then walks away

My God, if I could only say,

“I’m holding every breath for you.”

Months had passed since that night in the room of requirement, and while so much had changed, so much had stayed the same as well. Y/N had felt herself drifting from George everyday, and not because either of them wanted to. George and Fred were leaving, Y/N knew that, and they had to get everything in order to do so. So, Y/N had to push through everyday with him no longer constantly by her side, and she swore it was killing her.

A few nights prior, he had let her know that this was it, that him and Fred were really doing it. She had faked a smile, excitedly throwing her arms around his neck as she expressed how proud she was. And she was proud, but her chest ached and she swore she felt her stomach in her throat. It was selfish, sure, but she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to get through the year without him.

Now she stood in the corridor outside of the great hall, bouncing nervously on her heels as she watched him say his goodbyes to Lee. She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry, but there was already a stinging behind her eyes and she feared no matter how hard she tried to keep her emotions at bay, it would be futile. 

When George finally turned and took a few long strides to where she stood, her fears were confirmed. Her tears spilled involuntarily as she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

“Hey, none of that,” George pleaded softly, gently scraping his fingers up and down her back. “You know I’ll write the second that I’m out of here, and it’s only a short bit before you graduate and I see you again.”

“I know, it’s just…” Y/N sniffled, forcing herself to imprint the moment in her brain. She wanted to remember his scent, and the way it felt to be wrapped up in his arms, and the sound of his voice. Perhaps it was cheesy, or overdramatic, but Y/N could feel her heartbreaking by the second, and holding onto ever piece of him that she could was the only thing keeping her together. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, darling.” George chuckled softly. He pulled back slowly, planting his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her. “You’ll be out of here before you know it, I promise.”

“You’re right, I know.” Y/N sniffled, wiping at her tears before finally meeting the boy’s gaze. The look he was giving her made her knees weak, and she found herself wanting to spill all of the contents in her heart to him.

He studied her face for a moment longer, but then Fred was calling his name and they both knew it was time. He gave her shoulders a soft squeeze and pulled her into a hug one last time, placing a kiss to the top of her head. Nothing further needed to be said, so he gently ruffled up her hair and gave her a reassuring smile, before turning back towards Fred and beginning to walk away.

The moment was ending, he was really leaving, and she hadn’t told him how she felt. Her heartbeat started to pick up, and her palms began to feel sweaty, because it felt as though it were now or never. She wanted to tell him. She had to tell him.

“George!” She called out, causing him to halt and whirl back around.

“Yeah?” He smiled warmly at her, a few paces ahead.

As she gazed into his blissfully unaware chocolate brown eyes, she found that she just couldn’t. She couldn’t drop this on him, not on one of the most important days of his life. So, she bit down on her lip before shaking her head and forcing a smile.

“Give us a show, yeah?”

“Always do.” George winked.

And just like that, he walked away. And Y/N was left feeling entirely empty.

First thought when I wake up

Is “My God, he’s beautiful.”

So I put on my make-up

And pray for a miracle

Months had passed since the fateful day that the Weasley twins left Hogwarts behind. Just as Y/N had predicted, her time left at the school dragged on horribly. Umbridge only seemed to get worse, even in the twins’ absence, and George was no longer there to comfort her. Still, she pushed through.

After graduation, Y/N was quick to get a job at a coffee shop in Diagon Alley, figuring she’d save up her money while she determined what she wanted to do. It wasn’t the worst job, but with the Wizarding World getting darker by the day, she felt constantly in fear. Still, George was close by, and she once again had him for comfort. 

Most nights she’d crash on the twins’ couch, finding it easier to get up in the early mornings and go in to work than staying with her parents in the suburbs. Which usually meant waking up to George preparing breakfast, sleep thick in his voice and his hair still messy. And Godric, was he beautiful like that.

“Sleep well, darling?” George rasped out, a sleepy smile on his face. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself as a small yawn left her lips.

“Mhm.” Y/N hummed, leaning in the doorway of their kitchen. “You?”

“Pretty good.” George grinned, sliding a mug of tea down the counter towards her. Like always, he had made it perfectly to her liking. Y/N cupped the mug in her hands, letting the warmth slowly spread throughout her body and wake her up. “Think I might stop by the cafe on my break, pick up some pastries and coffee.” Just as he finished his sentence, Fred tiredly stumbled into the kitchen.

“You can just say you want to come see me, Georgie.” Y/N teased.

“It’s not just you he wants to see.” Fred winked at the girl, causing her brows to furrow.

“Oi, shut it, Fred.” George glared at his brother.

“What do you mean?”

“He hasn’t told you about his little crush?” Fred smirked, ignoring the daggers being shot his way. “Elizabeth, that girl that works with you. Georgie fancies her.”

Suddenly, even the mug in Y/N’s hand felt ice cold in her grasp. Quickly, she placed it back down on the counter, fearing she would drop it and let it shatter to the ground. A bit of hot tea sloshed out of the mug, scalding her hand and forcing her mind away from her breaking heart.

“Shit, are you okay?” George had already hurried towards her, but Y/N was quick to brush him off.

“‘m fine, I, uh, should just go get ready.”

Y/N didn’t give the boy’s time to question her change in demeanor, but rather quickly gathered her overnight bag and hurried to the bathroom, locking herself inside. She cast a silencing charm before slowly sliding down the wall, allowing herself to sob freely.

Just as she always knew, she’d never be what George wanted.

I could tell you his favorite color’s green

He loves to argue, oh, and it kills me

His sister’s beautiful, he has his father’s eyes,

And if you asked me if I love him

I’d lie

Y/N felt in a daze that entire day at work. She made drinks, rang customers up, and wiped down counters, but she was unable to think about anything other than the revelations of that morning. Of course, Elizabeth was the only other person working with her, and while she normally adored shifts with the girl, she couldn’t find it in herself to even crack a smile at her. It wasn’t Elizabeth’s fault, of course, and she would never purposefully take it out on her, but Y/N just didn’t have the energy to try that day.

When lunch time rolled around and Y/N knew George would be arriving soon, she busied herself with meaningless tasks, intent on avoiding him and saving her heart any extra heartbreak, at least for the time being. She offered him a small smile when he entered, then ultimately let Elizabeth take his order.

As they chatted, Y/N noted the way he lit up with every giggle he pulled from her lips, and she swore she could hear her heart shattering. When he finally left, coffee and pastries in hand, he called out a quick goodbye to Y/N, but she only offered a small nod in return.

“Godric, he’s charming.” Elizabeth sighed, coming to lean beside Y/N. “You two are friends, yeah?”

“Mhm.” Y/N didn’t look up from the sugar packets she was organizing, watching as her hands shook slightly.

“Well, tell me about him!” Elizabeth urged, nudging Y/N with her elbow. “Is he seeing anyone?”

“No,” Y/N sighed, finally forcing herself to look up after finishing her task. “What do you want to know?”

As much as it killed her, she knew what she had to do. George deserved to be happy, and she was his best friend, so she had to help him get there. George would never want her the way she wanted him, and maybe seeing him with someone else would help her get over that fact.

“Anything. Everything.” Elizabeth beamed, her perfect smile on full display.

“Well…” Y/N sighed, gathering her thoughts. “He has a twin, Fred, and they run the joke shop that just opened down the way. He’s a middle child, sort of, I mean Fred is technically the middle child but that’s just because he was born a few minutes earlier. They’ve got three older brothers, then a younger brother and sister. His favorite colors green, but if you ask him he’ll say it’s orange because of his hair. Um, he was shit at potions, but I think that was just because he hated the professor, because really he’s a genius. Oh, and he’s the funniest guy I’ve ever met, which I tell him all the time but cannot say in front of Fred. I don’t know, I guess he’s just about the best person I know, honestly.” Y/N sighed, finishing her rambling with a forced smile.

“Merlin,” Elizabeth stared at Y/N, wide-eyed. “Sounds like you’re in love with him.”

“No, really I’m not. We’ve just been best friends forever.” Y/N laughed, the lie tumbling easily from her lips. 

Because that’s what she had to do, that’s what she’d always done. To keep George in her life, to make things easier, she kept her feelings close to her heart. And no matter how much it killed her, she would continue doing it. If that’s what it took to see George happy, that’s what she’d do. 

She’d lie.

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[shuahoonie]

out of love [tom holland]

PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader 

SUMMARY: being close friends with your ex is fine, right? even if your love for them was unparalleled among others. even if you were still in the process of moving on from them. even if you know they’re happy with someone else. even if you have no clue whether they loved you like you loved them. 

WARNINGS: foul language, so much angst, it starts ok at first then goes downhill from there. i literally write things on the go so i don’t know if this will have fluff at some point 

(if it does and i didn’t state it here, send me a cute photo of tom and a message of: ok wow she pulled thru 🤪; and if it doesn’t have fluff, send me a meme and a message of: miss girl i simply cannot today ✋😃)  

WORD COUNT: 5.6k 

A/N: hello! tonight, we are going to be sad!!! i know i usually like to write about all things fluff, but this?? this is just for me because i am having one of those episodes. i just need to feel something again aside from the stress of writing 3 academic papers per week lmao. i’m def not expecting people to like this type of vibe but yannoe. i apologize in advance. 

this is inspired by that one episode from new girl (season 6 x ep 16)

gif credits: @thollandgifs​ 

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“You know, you can still live with us right?” Your friend Maia commented as she placed the box, labelled “fine china that mom gave me but will i ever use them?”, on the kitchen island. 

“I know,” You murmured dropping the heavy case of pots and pans on the floor. “But maybe living alone will be good for me.” You replied, forcing a smile. “Besides, I don’t want to int—“

“Hey, Y/N, where do you want this?” Harrison asked as he held out a box that’s labelled with “books that my grandpa passed on. HANDLE WITH CARE!” 

“Oh, just set it down on the living room—“ before you could even finish, Harrison dropped the box on the floor as if it was nothing. “Harrison!” You hissed, as you quickly rushed to check on the box. 

“Y/N, babe, they’re just books. Surely they can withstand any amount of pressure, yeah?” Haz tried to reassure you. 

“Haz, those books are from my grandpa—which I’m sure he got from his grandpa.” You sighed. “They’re really old and fragile, so I just want them to be in a well enough condition to stand in my bookcase.” 

“‘m sorry,” He murmured, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s just, why do you have to move out?” Harrison asked, frustrated at the whole thing. 

“Like I told Maia, maybe having my own place will be good for me.” You replied calmly, as you neatly put the box filled with your grandpa’s books in the corner room—the initial place where you want to build your bookcase. “It’s been a while since I’ve lived on my own.” 

“Yeah,” Harrison acknowledged “But there’s absolutely no reason for you to move out. You can’t possibly leave me with her!” He pointed at Maia who let out an audible gasp. Harrison was being dramatic of course.  

“Haz—“ You were trying to fight off a laugh. “You two are my constants and if I became dependant on having you two at my convenience, it’s going to be a huge problem.” 

“In my opinion, I don’t see it as a problem.” Maia pointed out childishly. You shook your head in disbelief. You had to move out because you miss having a place to yourself— a place where you can be at your complete worst and you don’t have to think about your friends worrying about you. 

Besides, moving out means you don’t have to see Tom that often and that was a bonus in your book. It wasn’t a sour breakup per se, it’s just really difficult to feel happy for your ex when he practically showcases how different he is now with his girlfriend. 

You prided yourself as a mature and well-rounded person who could be complete friends with her ex as if that’s normal. You could only keep the façade for so long. 

Four months. It’s been four months since you and Tom broke up. You lived with Maia soon after the breakup and that enough was a blessing. Maia couldn’t bear to handle the fact that you would be alone at a time like this. Harrison usually crashes at Maia’s so he was bound to move in with you two. In fact, he was always there more often than you. 

That was the point where you were convinced that Harrison liked Maia and that Maia liked Harrison.

Conveniently, you and Tom never ‘officially’ moved in together so you could avoid him freely at all costs.

Of course, that was eventually going to end soon. You and Tom were in the same friend group so you were bound to see each other, much to your dismay. You couldn’t exactly make Harrison and Maia pick friends because it’s not fair for anyone. 

You were all friends before you and Tom decided to date. Maybe that’s why people say to never date a friend—especially if they’re near and dear. 

You were coming back from work when you found people in the living room, and as if the universe really wanted to test you, it was the least likely people you’d expect to see. 

“Y/N!” Maia’s voice was pure panic. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.” 

Your eyes quickly flickered between the two people standing across you before you diverted your attention to Maia. “Uh—yeah. There wasn’t really much to do in the office so I came home early.” 

Maia turned to Harrison who was equally lost on how to handle the situation. I mean, who wouldn’t?! What were you supposed to do when your friend drops in unannounced with their new girlfriend and to makes the matters worse, your other friend—whom your friend dated before— decides to come home early? 

You didn’t know how what kind of spirit took over your body that prompted you to extend your hand to the girl sitting beside your ex and say: “Hello, I’m Y/N.” 

The girl looked surprised but shook your hand in return. “Nadine,” Nadine smiled slyly “I—um, I’m Tom’s girlfriend.” 

Tom looked mildly uncomfortable but you chose to ignore it. You were becoming good at that—ignoring Tom. 

You returned the smile at Nadine. You could feel the burning stares from your friends, mostly Maia. You cleared your throat and said, “I’ll just be in my room to finish the papers I need to send to my editor if you’ll excuse me.” 

Before you left completely, you gave Nadine another smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you again, Nadine.”

You don’t remember how you got to your room but that was the least of your concern. You were just undeniably overwhelmed with what just happened that you didn’t even notice that there was a knock on your door. 

When you opened the door, it was the last person you expected to see standing in your doorframe. 

“Can we talk?” Tom asked in almost a whisper. 

You gave him a half shrug and opened the door slightly wider for him. 

“We’re okay, right?” He asked, looking at you in the eye. 

At this point, you convinced yourself that you were numb. You never talked about the breakup. You never overtly said anything about what you felt. You felt empty. You convinced yourself that you were empty. 

You stared back at Tom and without missing a beat, you replied “Of course. Why shouldn’t we?” 

“Just admit that you two will miss me,” You teased, grabbing another box from Maia. 

“Only if you admit that you’re moving out for an entirely different reason,” Maia whispered carefully as her eyes flickered towards Tom who was also helping with your move out. 

You pressed your lips together and acted like he wasn’t even there. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, you know, like a liar. 

You weren’t a vocal person. The idea of talking about your feelings was really difficult for you so you try your best to avoid it. Actually, it’s worse than that. You’d go to extreme lengths to avoid confrontation.

Obviously, it wasn’t healthy. You would always distance yourself whenever you feel emotionally exhausted, and you really meant that distance. It wasn’t bad at first—maybe a day or two was all you needed before you felt comfortable enough to be around people again. 

Then it became worse when you were in university. You were beyond unreachable. Aside from being emotionally exhausted, you were mentally drained too. You were always buried with papers and readings which was unavoidable but it took a huge toll on you. So whenever you get a chance to get a break, you completely shut off from people. 

Your friends definitely noticed it and they tried their best to help. 

Tom was among the people who definitely went out of their way to help you. He would always drop by at your dorm with food or coffee—he would literally just drop them off, most of the time. He would leave small notes that up to this day, you still kept and tucked away in a box. 

Both Maia and Harrison followed Tom’s approach. They would all alternate on who’s dropping what and when. Some days, Maia would drop off a new skincare product she’s been using or a lovely box of macarons from your favourite patisserie. 

On other days, Harrison would drop off some of his home-cooked meals or maybe a book he saw from a local bookstore—a book that reminded him of you.

Tom was very persistent though. He would sometimes wait out on the hall, just so he could see you and reassure himself (and your friends) that you were okay. 

You found it taxing at first—you would often try your best to match the energy from your friends, which only left you exhausted at the end of the day. You wanted space and you clearly weren’t getting that from Tom. You did acknowledge that he only did it out of pure concern. 

You often wondered why he did that, staying, but you didn’t ask him. You never did.

Maybe you were afraid that you’d come off as rude or that you’d seem ungrateful for dismissing someone when they’ve clearly taken the time off their day just to check on you. 

However, every time you’d open that door, it always seemed that Tom would breathe a huge sigh of relief when you lock eyes. Even if it was just for a quick second. You wondered about that too.

Tom wasn’t really being intrusive. Most of the time, he will leave a few minutes after you’d open the door to get the things your friends would drop off. You’d always ask him if he wants to stay inside for a bit, but he’d always decline.

Except for that one time, though. That one time that you knew you were going to fall in love.

It was the week of midterms and deadlines. You were knee-deep with papers from different classes that demanded to be finished that week, one of which was a research paper that practically tied you to your laptop and made you consume an unhealthy amount of caffeine. 

It wasn’t until 2 am when you were about to go on a quick drive to a McDonald’s but saw Tom dozed off in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall.

“Tom,” You shook him gently, trying not to startle him. “Tom, wake up.”

His eyes slowly fluttered open, seemingly disoriented at first but would soon fall into the warm familiarity that your face always brings. 

“Why are you sleeping in the hall?” You asked quietly, careful not to make a fuss. The walls in your dorm were very thin and you learned that the hard way. You’d think they’d put a disclaimer about that in the lease when you’re housing a bunch of university students with raging sex drives. 

It took Tom a minute to fully comprehend the question, seeing that the bright fluorescent light was being harsh on him and that he’s generally like that when being jolted awake. 

“Oh, erm, I—” Tom was finding the right words to use. He can’t exactly exclaim ‘I’ve been worried sick about you!’ out of nowhere. Instead he said, “I was waiting for you to open the door, just to see if you’re alright.” 

“All night?”

Tom scratched the back of his neck. “It seemed that way, yeah.” He muttered sheepishly. 

You were dumbfounded. Surely this was the first time someone actually fell asleep outside your door, waiting for you to come out. It was sweet but highly unnecessary. 

“I was just about to head out and get some McDonald’s, do you wanna come with?” You asked, giving him a hand to hoist himself up. 

“I should get going—“ 

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked cutting him off, taking Tom by surprise. He shook his head no. “Then you should really come.” You said, jingling your car keys in front of him.

Tom was debating whether or not to go with you. It’s been a while since you hung out, but that was the same case for everyone. None of your friends have properly hung out with you ever since the semester started. 

Tom should say yes, right? 

“Let’s go, Tommy,” You said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him across the hall. “I’ve been staring at my laptop all day and I really need some unhealthy food to balance out the concerning amount of caffeine I’ve consumed.” 

“Is that why you’re practically bouncing off the walls?” Tom asked amused, trying to keep up with your pace with your hand holding his. 

“Totally,” You grinned at him. “I need to wear out the caffeine or else, I’d have to skip my morning class again.” 

“French?” 

You nodded. “They’re counting the amount of absences in that class and I really need to keep my shit together.” 

“‘m not exactly sure why you took that as an elective,” Tom commented, properly wrapping his hand around yours with fingers interlacing each other.  

You tried to ignore it, you really did, but the warm feeling that settled around your stomach drove you crazy. 

“Why not? I think it’s cool to learn another language.” You nudged him playfully which he gladly returned. 

“I know and trust me, I’m in awe that you’re learning another language! erm—I guess it’s just I feel like you’re overworking yourself too much.” Tom pointed out softly, hoping he didn’t come off as rude or intrusive. 

“Eh, I don’t mind.” You replied “It’s what drives me to keep going and for me that’s more than enough. Even if it leaves me little to no sleep, even if it takes too much of my time—it’s enough reason for me to do it.” 

Tom stared at you in admiration as soon as those words slipped out your mouth and you didn’t even notice it. You were walking towards the student parking lot, consumed by the twinkling lights from the neighbouring lanes near campus. 

Maybe if you weren’t busy consuming the quiet campus grounds, you’d notice the very first time Tom fell in love with you. 

“Besides, I know a phrase in french now.”

“Hm—and what’s that, then?” 

“Je ne suis pas l’escargot” 

“L’escargot? Isn’t that—“ 

“I am not a snail,” You giggled. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Tom laughed, “I supposed so.” 

Maybe if you weren’t so afraid of confrontation, you’d have an idea of when Tom knew that you were his person.

See, the thing is— you needed to face reality sooner or later and both your friends could see right through it. 

“Honestly, Y/N, how on earth can your box of art materials be this heavy—” Tom appeared in front of the door frame, heaving as he carried the box from two flights of stairs. 

You quickly averted your gaze from Maia, who was staring at you expectantly, and cleared your throat. “You can just set them by the door, Tom. I don’t know where to put them yet.” You said as you tried your best to act normal. 

“You sure? They’re a tad heavy and I don’t want you to strain yourself.” Tom asked with furrowed brows. 

All you could do was nod. The last thing you wanted was Tom’s focused attention on you.

“If you say so,” Tom sighed in defeat “I’m going to grab more boxes—Baby, you don’t have to carry that!” Tom was quick to disappear as he urgently dashed towards his girlfriend, Nadine. 

“Oh, but I want to help, Tommy.” You heard Nadine say sweetly, assuming she was also pouting. 

You could see Maia roll her eyes, urging you to give her a nudge and a taunting look. “Maia,” you called her out, silently pleading her to stop. 

Maia settled down but she wasn’t exactly calm about it either. “I’m still not sure why she’s here.” She murmured. You and Harrison were close enough that you can hear her rambles—which was expected from her anyway. 

Maia and Nadine go way back—like toddlers and playgrounds kind of way. Though that sounds figuratively adorable in a way, Maia and Nadine never got along. 

Nadine used to date Maia’s brother, which already caused Maia a great demise. As one could expect, the relationship didn’t end well. She left him out of nowhere, saying she needs to find herself—or something along those lines. 

A week after the breakup, what Nadine found was herself in the arms of another man. Of course, Maia’s brother was devastated—He truly loved Nadine. Maia had to be the pillar that her brother leaned on. It took Maia a great amount of time to help her brother pick up the pieces that Nadine left. 

So yeah—Maia wasn’t thrilled when she heard that Tom was Nadine’s new boyfriend. 

“She offered to help, Mai,” You whispered “Who am I to deny help?” 

Maia looked at you as if you managed to empty your head while you were moving in between flats. “She’s been after me ever since we were kids. She’s also the reason why it took my brother months to get out of bed,” Maia deadpanned “and She’s Tom’s new girlfriend. Remember Tom? Your ex?” She said rather loudly.

You gave her a tiny pinch on her arm, causing her to yelp. “Maia, are you nuts?!”

Harrison left the two of you so he could grab more boxes, while you and Maia bickered silently amongst each other. 

“You are thicker than I thought—Seriously, Y/N. Quit pinching me!” Maia aggressively rubbed her arm. 

“They’re going to hear you!” You hissed. “The last thing I want is for those two to get involved.” 

“Babe, they’re already involved. Tom, especially.” Maia remarked. “I see the way you look at Tom. I also see the pain you feel whenever he’s with she who must not be named.” 

“I’m not doing this Maia,” you mumbled as you walked past her. Your objective was now to help Harrison with the remaining boxes. Your objective was anything but to talk about you and Tom. 

“You have to face it sooner or later, Y/N.” Maia called out “I’m not leaving you or this apartment until you tell me what really happened.” 

“What’s going on?” Harrison asked as he entered the apartment, carrying three sets of boxes. You grabbed one from him and actively avoided his question. 

Before Maia could reply, Tom and Nadine appeared on the doorframe, with Nadine practically glued to Tom. 

“Harrison got the last remaining boxes so we’re heading off now,” Tom announced as Nadine’s face painted with clear desperation to get out of your place. “Are we still going bowling tonight?” Tom asked before Nadine whispered something in Tom’s ear and left.

“I’m actually exhausted so I’ll pass,” You answered, obviously avoiding spending time with your ex and his current girlfriend. You’re not that pathetic. 

“Same might actually have to just drink the night away,” Maia responded with a grin.

“Well, there’s no way I’m third-wheeling so I’m good,” Harrison said as he threw himself towards the plush teal couch that you snagged from a flea market. 

For the tiniest second, Tom seemed disappointed but gave a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, maybe we can reschedule our bowling night, then?” He asked. “It’s not as fun to go bowling with just the two people.” 

You, Harrison, and Maia all shared a look. You weren’t on board with bowling-night, to begin with, but you didn’t want Tom to feel as if you were avoiding him—which you were but no one needs to know that. 

Maia looked at you, waiting for an answer because god knows she will solely depend on her decision based on yours. You don’t even have an answer, to begin with. 

“What are you two supposed to do then?” Harrison asked Tom. Thank god for Harrison.

“I might take Nadine to this poetry jam event that she’s been dying to go to” Tom replied with a soft voice. 

“A poetry night?” Maia almost wanted to laugh “You don’t even have the slightest interest in literature, Tom.” Maia didn’t mean to offend him or maybe she did? She wasn’t completely fond of Tom ever since you and Tom broke up—well, she wasn’t fond of the idea that Tom was dating her ‘arch nemesis’, but Tom was her friend and so were you. 

“I know that, Mai.” Tom rolled his eyes “but Nadine likes it and I’ll do everything to make her happy.” That left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“If you say so,” Maia murmured before she took a quick look at you. She looked like she wants to give you the biggest hug. But you held a stoic look on your face—something that you picked up because you were afraid of confrontation. 

“I’m serious,” Tom defended, lost in his feelings, which only irked Maia even more. 

“I know, I heard you— we heard you,” Maia replied, her face showing only one emotion: annoyed. “God, read the room,” Maia grumbled to herself. Harrison had to reach for her hand, urging her to calm down. 

“I really love her,” Tom whispered. That left a slap in the face. 

It was a cold Saturday afternoon and it has been raining almost all day. It was one of the rare weekends that you weren’t really occupied to do anything other than to lay on your couch and consume a copious amount of entertainment.

Despite the spitting rain, you actually want to head out this time. Being confined to your desk and the university was torture especially since you couldn’t do anything about it—the four of you were graduating this year, no one could afford to slack off. 

You and Tom were cuddled against the sofa— Tom was busy watching something on TV while you were busy scrolling on your phone. 

“Hey, Tom?” 

“Yes, my sweet girl?” 

“Do you want to go downtown?” You asked, looking at your phone as you read the details of an event happening this weekend.

“Right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “There’s a book fair being held at the local theatre.” You rested your chin on top of his chest and gave him a pout. You were getting sick of being cooped up between your study table and the library. This book fair was a change of scenery and it’s definitely right up your alley.

“But it’s raining, darling” Tom tried to say in the softest way possible. It’s not exactly up in Tom’s interests though.

“I know,” You sighed “I guess I’m just getting sick of this place.”

“You’re getting sick of me?” Tom asked with a huge pout. He was kidding of course. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you, Tom.” You chuckled softly. 

“Okay,” He hummed, pulling you closer to him—if that was even possible. “Then can we stay like this for a while?” 

“Anything for you, angel.” You whispered as you closed the details about the local book fair. Maybe next time. 

Soon after Tom left, Maia pulled you to her side and asked, “You okay, babe?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You feigned innocence. It was clear as day that you weren’t okay, your friends knew that. 

Knowing that you weren’t going to budge, Maia walked towards the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine from the fridge. 

Harrison raised an eyebrow at her and asked, “When did you manage to put that in the fridge?” All of you had been occupied with grabbing boxes that there was no way that Maia had the time to put wine in the fridge, let alone obtain them from somewhere.

“It was supposed to be a celebratory drink for Y/N’s new place,” Maia replied as she set the wine and three various mugs on the coffee table. “Obviously, that’s not happening now.” Drinking wine using the oddly designed mugs you collected over the years was a cry for help. 

“It’s 4 pm, Mai.” You pointed out as you stared at the white LED clock that you bought off Amazon—another impulse purchase enabled from scrolling on Pinterest for way too long. “We haven’t even had lunch yet.” 

“Oh please,” Maia snorted “If there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s drinking with little to no food consumption.” 

“And if there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s cancelling all of my plans for the entire day because I have to tend your hungover-self, Mai,” Harrison remarked as he grabbed the bottle and placed it back on the fridge. “I’m ordering food and no one’s drinking until everyone has finished a meal.” 

You heard Maia mutter a string of curses but most especially the part that she said, “This is not the version of daddy that I envisioned Harrison to be.” 

All of a sudden Maia’s idea of binge drinking doesn’t seem like a bad idea, you thought. 

Turns out Harrison had no intention of letting any of you drink. He was pretty adamant about not having to babysit two drunk messes in one night. 

“As if babysitting one isn’t enough,” You recalled Harrison say. He was obviously pertaining to Maia, in which she just huffed the entire time. You often wondered if Maia and Harrison noticed the obvious tension between them, because personally you found it endearing. It was no question that they were meant for each other. 

“Y/N, you still haven’t told us whatever happened between you and Tom.” Maia suddenly pointed out. You, Maia, and Harrison were still in the living room, silently watching TV. 

You were actively avoiding this conversation for the longest time as you haven’t told anyone about it, and based by the curious faces of your friends, you figured that Tom didn’t tell anyone about it either. You’re still not sure whether that’s a relief or not.  

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled. It’s not like you were lying, there really was barely anything to talk about. Heck—You and Tom never got to talk about it properly either. 

“We see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Harrison replied softly. “I think there is something.” 

“Look—” Maia sat up properly “I know you’re not really vocal about your feelings, but the fact that you’ve never talked nor showed any emotion about your breakup terrifies me, babe.” Maia’s tone was laced with concern. 

“I remember the day you told us about it too,” Harrison couldn’t hide his concern too “We were having brunch together at our usual diner and half-way through our meal, you promptly said “We broke up” when Maia asked where Tom was,” Harrison recalled it like it was a fever dream. He and Maia had already expected that you weren’t going to tell them about the breakup when it just happened. However, it baffles them that it’s been over a year since you and Tom broke up, and not one word has been said about it. 

It was silent for a while, except for Criminal Minds that was playing on the TV. You blankly stared at the screen, hoping that you’d catch whatever the agents were saying. It was impossible, especially when all your mind could focus on was the recollection of the day Tom knocked on your door at 1 am to breakup.  

You were relatively busy that day from volunteer work, so you haven’t seen any of your friends the entire day—or Tom for that matter. Actually, you haven’t seen Tom in a few days. He would send texts periodically throughout the day but they were always short and most of the time, you always forget to reply. 

You figured Tom was busy with his own thing and both of you established early on in your relationship that texting—or lack thereof— shouldn’t account to your relationship, especially since both of you are equally bad at it. 

You didn’t think any of it since you were bound to see your boyfriend and your friends tomorrow for brunch anyway. He will have your undivided attention by then. 

So imagine your surprise when you heard a soft knock from your door at 1 am, only to find Tom in disarray. His eyes were bloodshot red, tears falling down his face. His messy curls were masked under the hood from his jumper. 

At first you were in panic, you thought that something terrible had happened to any of your friends—his family even. 

But as soon as Tom dropped to his knees and whispered, “I’m sorry,” you had a clear idea what was bound to happen next. 

It’s been silent for a while. The door was still open and Tom sat out in the hall with his back leaning against your wall. You did the same thing except you were on the other side of the wall that Tom was leaning on. 

You two were close enough to the door frame that you could hear each other, actually facing each other was a whole other thing. Tears kept streaming down your face as you kept your eyes closed and rested your head against the wall. 

At some point in your relationship, you prepared yourself in case this happened— that you would accept whatever happens between you and Tom. You didn’t exactly anticipate that it would happen so soon. 

“Was there someone else?” You asked quietly. It was the first time you spoke after Tom dropped to his knees. You hoped there wasn’t. In fact, you silently begged to yourself that there wasn’t someone else, because you knew that you couldn’t handle that. 

“No, no—of course not.” Tom immediately answers.”I could never do that to you.” 

It was silent again. You were starting to feel numb—you tried your best to gather your thoughts and forced words out of your mouth, but you couldn’t. 

“Are we not worth fighting anymore?” You practically whispered. It was a gamble— you weren’t exactly sure if Tom had heard it and you don’t have enough strength to ask it again. 

“Y/N,” Tom sniffled. “You can’t say that.” He placed his hand on top of yours. You had your hand resting on the floor and you didn’t exactly notice that it served as an invitation for Tom hold it again. 

You love Tom with all your heart. He kept dismissing it but Tom made you a better person. He made you feel like love can be expressed through different forms of things—not just words.

You loved him by exclusively making time for him. You went on museum dates where he would make cheesy remarks, saying that you’re the most remarkable piece of art in the entire place. You went on dates to watch football games—you never understood it but Tom was happy, so you were happy.

You loved him through your touch. You would often massage his back because he had been tirelessly working himself to the core. He didn’t ask for it but you knew it would make him feel better. Your touch didn’t have to be intimate—though you expressed it through that way too

You loved him through mindless actions. Almost every time you would stop by at the local cafe to grab yourself some coffee, you would always recite Tom’s favourite order on autopilot. 

You loved him through silence. Study dates were gems for you. Even if you didn’t talk for the entirety of it and even if you were the only one who studied for the most part and Tom was just playing on his phone, having Tom beside you was enough.

You loved him so much that it pains you to think that maybe you weren’t enough for him. 

“I don’t think I can fight for someone who doesn’t even want to,” You muttered bitterly. “Just answer the question, Tom.” 

He didn’t answer. All you could hear were the silent sobs that you two were trying to hold back. At this point, you knew you wouldn’t look at Tom. Your heart wouldn’t take it—it will crush you. 

“Are you not happy anymore?” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.

“Y/N—“ Tom squeezed your hand even more. You’re going to miss it, but you had to let go. 

“Tom, if I’m standing in the way of your happiness then we should end this.” You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away. There’s a ghostly feeling that still lingered from Tom’s touch. 

“Please, Y/N, let me explain—“ 

“It’s okay, Tom.” You whispered. “I understand.” 

“You know I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Tom.” 

“But—“ 

“But maybe it’s best if we end it, I know. I got it.” You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from crying. “Maybe it’s better if we stayed as friends.” Maybe it’s better to realize that whatever you and Tom had were too good to be true—that your love will never compare to the love he deserves. 

“Do you want the truth?” You asked your friends, with tears forming in your eyes. You can’t even decipher how they looked at you because of the tears clouding your vision. 

Were they looking at you in pity? Empathy? Sadness? 

“The truth is—I’m mad.” You gritted the words through your teeth. This was the first time your friends had seen you like this. All of the pent-up sadness, aggression, and hurt you felt was starting to get the best of you. 

“I’m angry. I’m hurt.” You snarled, furiously wiping the tears from your face. “I’m angry at the fact that I can’t seem to be genuinely happy for Tom. I’m hurt at the idea he seems to be a better boyfriend for Nadine, that he constantly makes an effort for her.”

“I don’t even know if he even loved me the way that I loved him,” Your voice became quiet “and it’s selfish for me to think that way because I never fought for it—for us. That’s enough reason to keep me up at night.” 

That’s enough reason for you to wonder if you’ll be capable of loving someone so deeply again. 

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Welcome! What do you think Tanaka, Suga, Daichi, and Asahi's reactions are to their S/O who has never cussed in front of them letting one slip? Please and thank you!

thank you sm for your request and welcome! i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: cursing ofc

Sugawara

• as much as every body deems suga to be the mother of the team (which is true) y’all need to realize how mischievous he lowkey is 

• so when you let out an f-bomb after hinata almost spiked another ball towards your head for the fifth time, the whole gym goes silent 

• “FUKN HELL HINATA!! IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND” 

• yah they did not expect such a word to come out of your cute mouth

• suga at first was kinda shocked, but then a sly smirk makes his way to his face. even though he did not expect it from you, he wants to see all sides of you even the ones that curses at people awwwh

• you immediately go red in the face and bow your head apologetically, as the shock in the gym waivers down you hear some of the members reassuring you and the others scolding hinata

• suga walks up to you, before making a remark he checks to make sure you’re alright before anything else  

• you say you’re fine, although embarrassed since you did not mean to come off so harsh to his teammates. suga waved it off 

• “don’t mind don’t mind. besides, you’re still cute when you say such vulgar words”  

Daichi

• it’s only been a few days since you and daichi have been dating. unbeknownst to him you actually have quite the potty mouth, however mostly in stressful situations

• and you’ve never had to stress about anything whenever you were around daichi because he just made you that happy and carefree

• however that was not the case when he invited you over for a study session one day

• everything was going smoothly and you both did your work in a comfortable silence asking for help every now and then on a few problems

• until your absolute worst enemy came up: math 

• for whatever reason, you just for the life of you could not understand math and you were currently studying the one that was your absolute least favorite and the one you performed worst at

• daichi was aware of this, so when you groaned in frustration he peeked at the work and kindly offered his help. which you accepted but every so often called for his help

• you were so lost, not even understanding daichi’s attempt to basically reteach you the whole subject, it was getting on your nerves at after what seemed to be the hundredth question you did not get you snapped

• “URRRGHH I DONT FUCKING GET IT! WHY DO I NEED THESE STUPID PIECE OF SHIT QUESTIONS IN MY FUTURE?? ABSOLUTE SHITBSHDJKASK”

• and poor daichi’s like “KHSKJASHD- (Y-Y/N)-SAN??” 

• not gonna lie, you kinda scared him good job 

• he did not expect his sweet and caring girlfriend to blow a fuse like that

• and then after you calm down you giggle lightly apologizing to him and sheepishly land a kiss to cheek, thanking him for being so patient with him

• daichi chuckles sweetly, making a mental note to not tutor you in math next time

Tanaka

• soo here you are helping the karasuno team and kiyoko with some personal practice 

• it wasn’t too difficult just tossing a few balls to the guys switching every now and then 

• you noticed that your boyfriend of a week started to practice his spikes but had no setter, so you decided to toss him some balls. you were no setter but it was the least you could do for him

• the first few were shaky as you needed to get used to his pace. eventually after a few reps Tanaka kept missing the spike and/or spiking out of bounds and he did not hide his frustration 

• “OI toss the balls properly (y/n)-chan!” he said in huffed voice

• you ticked, how dare he be so picky with just tossing the ball?? it’s not your fault he kept missing. and yet again when you tossed the next ball he misses 

• “(Y/N)-CHAN!” and that did it

• “SHUT UP RYU IM JUST TOSSING BALLS DUMBASS”

• and it gets weird from here: Tanaka does that one thing yanno the thing when kiyoko slaps him

• and that irked you even further, a fire set behind you as you trudge towards your boyfriend to punch him. His teammates watch with bewilderment from a distance praying for Tanaka.

• “ahh her anger resembles kageyama’s” they muttered as Tanaka yells blissfully from your hit

Asahi

• asahi couldn’t believe it you were practically his dream girl and here you were holding his hand and walking through the halls with him

• he feels at peace as you ramble on about your day with your angelic tone

• that is until you stub your toe on something and you yelp out in pain. asahi freaks out as if you have broken your limbs and was about to ask if you were okay until you open your mouth before he does

• “FUCK THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH”

• “...eh” 

• asahi just stood there, dumbfounded. did he hear correctly? 

• then he snaps out of it as he sees you hopping around on one foot and holding the other one in attempt to soothe the pain

• awwshjs he’s so cute, turns into a stuttering mess and tells you to calm down 

• once the pain subsides and you’re back to normal, asahi gives out a sigh of relief. you giggle cutely at your boyfriend as he apologizes. you only gave him a peck on the cheek and grabbed his hand continuing the day

- 

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All This Shit is Weird | Chapter 1

“I know dwarves don’t exactly frequent Haven, but this is just humiliating.” Varric swung his legs back and forth under him, then turned his attention back to his drink. “We like to drink just as much as the next guy, yanno.”

Cullen glanced at him at the corner of his eye. “Should I get you a box?”

“Go fuck yourself, Curly.” But he grinned, then picked up his beer.

“Remind me again why you’re here.”

“Cassandra will die before she admits it, but you guys need me more than you realize.”

Cullen took a moment to drink. He wasn’t exactly what one would call a barfly. Truth be told, he never had the time for it. He felt anxious in the dimly lit bar; he should have been doing something. But Varric had a point; there was nothing for him to do. Not until after tomorrow. After the Conclave. “We don’t even know what will happen tomorrow.”

Varric pointed his glass at him. “Exactly.” He paused, drank. “When shit hits the fan - and you know it will - you will need my expertise.”

“And what exactly is that? You’re no soldier.”

“Sure, not by your standards. But I’ve seen a war or two. And I know people.”

“What kind of people?”

“Don’t you worry that pretty blond head of yours.”

Cullen grunted, annoyed with the dwarf, and they had only just met a few hours ago. “I don’t know how you talked me into coming here.” 

“Because clearly you need a fucking drink,” Varric said. “Tightass templar.”

“Not a templar.”

“Once a templar, always a templar.”

Cullen turned and sneered at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on, why are you getting all defensive? I thought templars were all proud and shit.”

Cullen turned to stare into his glass. “It’s complicated.”

Varric sighed. “Tragic. How do I always attract tragic people? Everyone’s got a fucking story.” He drank, then brightened. “Hey. Maybe yours will be worth writing.”

“What? No. Write what?”

Varric laughed. “I may be known to thread a tale or two.” He frowned. “I guess you haven’t read my books.”

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Cullen muttered.

“So, what’s yours?”

“My what?” he snapped.

“Your story. Sister killed by darkspawn? Lover killed in the blight?”

“What’s yours?”

Varric smiled. He straightened and pulled his shoulders back. “Me? Well, I always just seem to be in the right place at the right time.” He drank. “And that’s how I know that this may be a story worth writing about one day.”

The door to the bar opened, bringing with it a rush of cold, winter air that sent a chill up his spine. Cullen looked up at the two women who stepped into the bar, and his gaze met a pair of warm, golden eyes, bright and stark in the dim lighting, contrasted by the dark hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. Pointed ears that marked her as Elven jutted out from her hair, studded with various piercings. Her jeans hugged the natural curves of her body, while her blouse was looser, hanging off her shoulders delicately and exposing a bit of torso. Tattoos marked her arms and shoulders, vivid and bold, but were fainter on her neck and face, in fewer, softer tones, outlining her eyes in elegant swirls. She smiled before turning to the short haired blonde woman at her side, and they disappeared into the crowd.

“That was the first time he ever saw her,” Varric narrated. “The woman that would change his life forever.”

“Shut up,” Cullen hissed at him.

“She’s hot,” Varric said. “Even for an elf.” He laughed. “Now that would be a story.”

“You’re going back to Kirkwall after tomorrow, right?”

“Aw, come on, Curly. Loosen up. That’s why I dragged you down here. Hell, go talk to her. Take her in the back alleyway. Enjoy yourself, and never see her again.”

“No, thank you,” Cullen muttered.

“Aw, are you the romantic type?”

Cullen stood abruptly.

“Alright! Alright! I’m kidding! Sit your tight ass down and drink with me. I won’t say another word.”

Cullen grunted, but sat.

“I’m starting to think Giggles would have been more fun. I thought elves liked to drink? But then again, he is an apostate. Trying to keep a low profile and all. Ha. You must be dying over that, huh? Joining forces with a mage?”

“I’m not thrilled about it.”

“They’re not all so bad, you know.”

“I am aware.”

“One of these days, though, I am getting Cassandra drunk. We’ll see who’s all tough and scary, then! She seems like someone that has a soft interior, though. Like you.”

“Rum and Coke.”

Varric turned to the voice that came from his other side. His gaze met the dark haired woman’s, and he offered her his most flattering smile. “Well, hey there.”

She leaned against the bar as she waited, but turned so her body faced him. “Is that your phone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Varric laughed. “I’m supposed to be the one throwing out terrible pick-up lines.”

She smirked and shrugged. “Figured I’d save you the embarrassment.”

“Actually,” Varric started. “My friend here is happy to see you.”

“Varric,” Cullen hissed. 

The woman’s gaze moved past Varric and met Cullen’s. “Your friend doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself.”

“He doesn’t.”

“Maybe I can help him with that.”

Varric frowned. “Is that gonna cost me money?”

She laughed. “Maker, no!”

“Maybe it should,” the blonde woman said, pushing herself through the crowd and sliding up beside her friend. “If you’re gonna keep looking to get laid, you could at least make some money off of it.”

The dark haired woman grinned, then held her hand out. “Calliope.” She gestured to her friend. “This is Jenny.”

Varric shook her hand. “Varric,” he said. “Cullen.”

Calliope met Cullen’s gaze once more and smiled. “A pleasure, gentlemen.” She took a moment to look him up and down, then winked. “I do have a thing for templars.”

“Don’t waste your time,” Varric said. “He wouldn’t know what to do with a beautiful woman.”

The bartender returned briefly with her drink before hurrying off to tend to other patrons. 

“You flatter me, Varric.”

“I only speak the truth, my lady.”

“Ugh,” Jenny said. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” She turned away from them.

Calliope took her drink, then moved to follow her friend, glancing at Varric and Cullen one last time and offering a smile in parting.

Varric turned to Cullen and frowned. “What the hell? I set you up! Where the fuck were you? She was ready! She practically threw herself at you! You had her!”

“I - what?”

“You could be fucking her right now!”

“You’re impossible,” Cullen muttered.

“You need to get laid,” Varric said. “It’s painfully obvious. What’s the harm in a little stress relief?”

“I don’t -”

“I don’t care, you giant baby! You’ll never see her again! Get out of your damn head for one night, will ya?”

Cullen moved his gaze around the bar, but in the dim lighting, he could not pick her out. “I don’t… I wouldn’t… what do I even say?”

Varric shook his head. “Curly, you poor, deprived boy. You work too much. You’re too serious. It’s bad for your health. You need to have fun once in a while.”

“Bad for my health?”

“Just go out there and flirt with her. You can do that, right?”

Cullen hesitated, and Varric sighed.

“She is way out of your league. She’s smart, witty, beautiful. One word out of your mouth and she’ll be running for the door, no matter how much she might want it.”

“Thank you for that confidence boost,” Cullen muttered.

Varric grinned. “You’re considering it?”

Cullen sighed, then quickly finished his drink. He tapped on the counter, signaling for another.

“Alright! Let’s get you laid!”

A second drink was brought over, and Cullen quickly finished it off.

“Don’t over do it,” Varric warned. “We don’t need you sloppy and embarrassing.” He scanned the room for a moment until he finally picked Calliope out. “There. With her friend. Tell ya what. I’ll distract the friend so you can get her alone. Buy her a drink. Talk to her like she’s just another person. You got this.” He turned to the bartender. “Four of those rum and Coke things.”

When the bartender brought the drinks, Varric slid two to Cullen, then took the other two. “Let’s go!”

Cullen begrudgingly took the drinks, then followed Varric into the crowd as he approached the two women. Calliope smiled when she met Varric’s gaze.

“Ladies,” he said in greeting. 

“Couldn’t stay away, I see,” Calliope said.

“We brought drinks.” He offered his to Jenny, and she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t do dwarves,” she said.

“I think I could make you change your mind,” Varric said with a wink.

Jenny laughed sharply. “You’re just trying to get them alone together.”

Varric raised a hand defensively. “You got me.”

Jenny shrugged. She took his drink, then flashed a grin at Calliope. “Bye!”

Calliope frowned, then turned and met Cullen’s gaze. “Is that for me?”

“I guess so.”

Calliope smiled and took it, allowing her fingers to brush against his. They lingered for a moment before she pulled away. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”

“Ignore him,” Cullen said. “Ignore everything he has said tonight.”

Calliope gave him a flirtatious smile. “So you do know what to do with a beautiful woman?”

“I - uh - no. Yes. I mean. You’re not - you are, but -”

Calliope laughed. “Man, and I thought you templars were smart.”

“I’m far smarter than I must appear right now,” he muttered.

Calliope smiled over her glass as she drank, meeting his gaze. “I think it’s cute.”

“I guess that’s something.”

“You two are funny,” Calliope said. “How long have you known each other?”

“Oh, about ten hours.”

Calliope’s eyes widened. “What? Really? That’s hilarious.” She paused to drink. “Let me guess; he dragged you out here tonight?”

“Yes.”

“How did you meet?”

Cullen hesitated. “A mutual friend introduced us.”

She nodded. 

“Uh. What about you and Jenny?”

“We’ve known each other forever,” she said. “Practically grew up together. Now we’re just out here traveling. Seeing the world. Living life. Are you from around here?”

“Ferelden.”

“Ah. Sure.”

“What about you?”

Calliope smiled devilishly. “Around.” She finished her drink, then grabbed Cullen’s wrist, pulling him to the bar. “Buy me another?”

“That depends,” he said. “Are you going to keep using me for free drinks?”

She smiled. “Alright, fair enough. This one’s on me. It’s the least I can do since you finally made… some kind of a move.”

“Are you expecting me to make a move?”

She met his gaze. “Do you want to make a move?”

“I did not come here looking for a hookup.”

She smiled. “That wasn’t what I asked.” She leaned closer, putting a hand on his chest and whispered in his ear. “If you want to make a move, then make a move.”

A chill ran up Cullen’s spine and his pulse pounded in his ears. 

Calliope leaned away slightly. “Or, I can go rescue my friend and continue on our way. I’m down either way.”

“I guess I’d have to be an idiot to pass up that offer,” Cullen said. 

Calliope shrugged. “Not at all. But for what it’s worth, we’ll never see each other again after this.”

“Alright. To never seeing each other again.” He held his glass up, and she tapped hers against it. She smiled, then grabbed his wrist once more, guiding him through the bar and out a back door. 

*****

Calliope strode down the alleyway, stepping around the corner and down the sidewalk. Jenny was leaning against the far end of the building, a cigarette between two fingers as she moved it to her lips. She glanced at Calliope, then straightened as she approached.

“Anything?”

Calliope shook her head.

“Fuckin’ piss,” Jenny muttered. She flicked the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of her boot. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Calliope said. “We’ll find out everything we need to know at the Conclave tomorrow.”

“I dunno how you do it,” Jenny said. “I wanted to kill myself hanging around that dwarf. How you can flirt around and shit? Where’d ya go, anyway? Don’t tell me you fucked that templar.”

Calliope smiled. “Let’s go,” she said simply, and she strode across the street to the parking lot. She clicked the button on her keys, and the black car beeped twice, unlocking. She slid in behind the driver’s seat, turned the key in the ignition, and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving Haven behind them for good. 

[bonebreakjack]

What Would I Be Without You?

Tenko and Hana take a leap of faith changing their lives for better or for worse. Along the way they uncover many secrets hidden away, try to find their way in life, and deal with their new eccentric roommates and their even more eccentric friends.

But at least their doing it together.

(An AU of what would have happened if AFO hadn't interfered with the Shimura family's lives. (Cause I refuse to believe he had no part in that horror). This is my take of what could have happened via what little we saw of the family.)

Chapter 2: What A Day...And It’s Not Even Over yet

If this was going to be a new normal, Tenko would rather take his chances and hide from society back inside the apartment becoming a shut in. It’s as if the universe was like ‘Fuck You’ to him and his sister the moment they stepped out. First they missed  the first two busses. Not even just one, but both of them, to get to the station. So they both had to run all the way to the station so they could make the train. Then there was a villain attack along the way and the crowd watching the Hero and Villain go at it. (Is that the new upcoming hero Mirko? She’s moving around like a frenzied rabbit keeping the guy disoriented.) Tenko would have been more happy to see the fight if we weren't worried about getting to school on time. ( Which really was more about keeping as much stress off his sister as possible she’s got enough on her plate besides worrying about him.) Navigating the crowd  was a nightmare and a half, no one wanted to move, half of them were being rude assholes and the other half kept hesitating cause they didn’t want to look away from the fight. Hana nearly tasted dirt more than a couple times and Tenko sure as hell did taste the dirt with being shoved around. They finally make it to the station only for the ticket machine to break and them missing the train having to wait nearly an hour for another one. Thus making them late.

 Hana tried to lighten the atmosphere by suggesting they go buy snacks while they waited, only for Tenko to tell her he was broke cause he spent the last of his money on house items they needed, and she herself had forgotten her wallet. Meaning they don’t even have money for the train to begin with. Wonderful. They did have a bit of luck in Hana digging through her bag and finding enough change to get them on the train, but she would probably have to ask one of their roommates to get her her wallet when they wake up. She paid for the tickets and they sat in silence on their phones. Tenko saw that his phone battery was in the red and went to get his charger …..that he didn’t bring . So he just wasted what little he had on mobile games. He threw the damn thing in his bag and scowled for the next hour, as the rage bubbled up inside him and he stewed like a pressure cooker. The train comes and one again he's surrounded by people, who were far too close and pushy as they packed into the train like sardines. He could feel his very thin rope of patience fraying quickly. He hated being touched, there were too many people, and today was NOT working in their favor, he has to go back to school in the middle of the year, they moved all the way into the city in a stranger's house he had never met, and its too much for the first fucking day- Hana reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing lightly and he throttled the urge to scratch at his face and neck. His sister hated it and it made her distressed. He stewed in stillness instead, thinking positive. At least they were together. Not.

Tenko was seriously contemplating homicide right now. He was jam packed alone on the train to the new school he had to go to, his sister got dropped off at her Highschool two stops before so he had to suffer alone now. This was pure crap and what's worse because of his height made him easy to push and shove around, and God help him Why is everyone TOUCHING HIM?

This was the start of what Tenko was sure to be a Hellish day.

Fuck.

The hiss of the doors alerted him to freedom and he clawed his way out nearly knocking over an elementary school girl. From what he could see she apparently had a similar plan but was using the wall to avoid death by stampede. Apologizing under his breath, Tenko pulled her up and then shoved her through the door before following. He yelled out another apology as he ran, noticing the time.

A plain faced boy passed him wearing the same uniform, his face more panicked as he ran to get to school. HE was a bit weird out by the boys muttering of wanting to avoid his mother's fly swats.

More and more students passed by him as he slowed down wearing the same uniform as him. He couldn't help but stare at how much more unique looking everyone was in comparison to the private school he went to. A sense of more freedom filled the air and the students seemed more lively. They seemed pretty happy and content rubbing their good mood to everyone today.

Maybe today won’t be as bad as he thought-

He was shoved to the side very roughly by a much taller bastard of a kid with dark red brown hair with needle like appearance and gold eyes. He smirked condescendingly down at Tenko who glared back up at him. He began to walk away but Tenko wasn't about to let him. Nope that was the last fucking straw that burnt up the rest of his self restraint. He couldn’t help his lips twitching, wanting to stretch into a smile as a thought passed through his head. Hello, Misplaced Aggression.

"Hey bastard what was that for?" Tenko was snarling at the now surprised boy, assholes like this think they're so damn mighty until someone barks back. But they messed with him on the wrong day.

"You were in my way shortly, learn to make room for your betters!" The Tall Bastard, as Tenko now deemed him, had gathered himself after he realized Tenko wasn't backing down. His two friends flanking him to try and further intimidate him.

Tenko just scoffed and wondered when they started cloning cliches. Different schools have the same bullies, how predictable. The ones back home were scarier anyway, they actually knew who his dad was.

"Oh I'm sorry your majesty, I didn't realize you have a Caution: Wide Load sign on you."

The silence was too beautiful, he should have recorded it, or took out his phone to take a picture (he was still mad at leaving his charger at home). The Tall Bastard’s face was turning a funny shade of red from humiliation and anger. His friends looked wary and looked at their leader  before backing away slowly. “You looking down on me you puny bastard!” Tall Bastard picked Tenko up by the scruff of his collar and Tenko could almost hear a choir cause it was as if his prayers were answered and someone decided to send him a punching bag.

If that’s the case then… A yelp that sounded like a came from the mouth of a dog came out of the Tall Bastards mouth and he dropped Tenko to cover and hold his injured crotch from where Tenko kicked him. One doesn’t play fair with those who won’t give the same treatment. As soon as he was on the ground Tenko’s leg shot out to kick Tall Bastard on the back of the head making him hit the ground. He picked up his backpack where it had fallen and went to walk away. “Hey asshole I wasn’t done with you-!” “Wait Soga! You can’t get in trouble again. You could get expelled this time.”One of the friends spoke up, he had a reptilian appearance and on the short side. He grabbed his friend Soga’s arm to keep him from attacking Tenko. “Let's Just leave besides I get the feeling this kid isn’t all there if yanno what I mean.” Tenko felt a scowl pull at his lips at the remark which caused the reptilian human to hide behind Tall Bastards-Soga’s- body. The two boys stared at each other down before Soga tsked and spat on the ground. “Fine whatever, he’s not fucking worth it anyway.”They walked to the school entrance, though Tenko noticed with slight satisfaction that Soga was limping as he did. It didn’t help the bitterness that burned in his lungs as the words ‘Not worth it’ , ran in his head. The small fight didn’t help his bad mood and he grumbled all the way to the Staff office as how unsatisfied he felt.

  He got scolded for being late on his first day of transferring by a bulbous looking teacher. He was just in time for the 2nd period to begin but they weren’t lenient on tardies. And no, you can’t use a villain attack as an excuse. Asshole. Tenko looked sourly down at his schedule and the added papers on top of it. Apparently his sister had asked the staff to give him a list of clubs he could join this late in the year. He and Hana transferred to their new schools in the middle of fall, a really weird time but they didn’t have much of a choice. Ugh he didn’t even do clubs back home, why would she think he would now? He trudged all the way to homeroom and was met with the Class representative, a lanky boy with a split mouth and slim face. When he spoke his voice contained a slight hiss and small bumps of flesh along with extra needle-like rows of teeth shows. A snake-like quirk it seems. The boy was polite and said u anything to ask him. The only seat available was the one in the cornerback near the classroom closet. Another good thing that happened today seems, best place to pretend you're doing work and take a nap. He had a few minutes before 2nd period officially started which was physical education and all the boys were changing. Since he hadn’t gotten his uniform for that yet he was allowed to sit out or stay in the classroom. Obviously he decided to stay and the class representative went to go change himself while Tenko worked on setting up his desk to take a nap on. At the corner of his eye he spotted a strange looking teenager with bandages all over his arms and neck. His hair was black in a way that clearly looked dyed, and his eyes were almost a luminous blue. Something about him kept nagging at Tenko’s brain. He decided to just go back to minding his business and didn’t even know why some random kid caught his attention anyway. The moment every one left he  laid his head on his desk and knocked solidly out. ----- Tenko and Hana were walking home when a man with white hair stood in front of them, he smiled kindly at them and for some reason Tenko was having a hard time putting a face to this stranger or even a name. Is he new around here? Did he just move in? Tenko didn’t hear the others talking about anyone new in the neighborhood. The man was talking to them about something but Tenko can’t remember what he was saying. The words just sounded like noise. He reached out  to him with a hand but Hana put herself in front of Tenko and started screaming about a pervert and calling for help. Whatever ease Tenko had felt disappeared when she did and followed her lead bringing the attention of whatever adults in the area to them. Hearing a familiar dog-like growl, Tenko felt relief as he saw Mikkuns mother stomp up to them and the man backing up as she interrogated him on what he was doing with them. Getting vague answers she tells him she has never seen him around here before, putting her body right in front of them blocking their view of the man. The words became a blur again and whatever he said seemed to pacify her but then Mikkuns mom was leading them home. She was talking to herself, french accent thick with anger and suspicion as she was going to tell the other neighborhood parents about this. His own mom opened the door demurely as if waiting to receive bad news and apologize. It hurts Tenko to know she was already suspecting that he got in trouble for something. To her surprise and fear Mikkun’s mom was talking about how a strange man had begun talking with her children but Mikkun did not recall anyone moving in recently. She was going to ask the other mothers but warned his mom Nao to keep an eye out. They ended up receiving praise from the French woman for their quick thinking and instincts before getting head pats from her paws. She bidded them a good day before marching off intending to go warn the others parents. Mikkuns mom was pretty cool. Both kids were brought into a hug by their mom who was so happy they were okay before ushering them to the living room and rushed to go talk to grandma and grandpa. Tenko wondered why he can’t seem to recall this mans face-

“Shimura-san, Shimura-san…”Somebody was shaking him, ripping him from his memory. Tenko blearily looked up to see the class president looking down at him in concern. Shooting up from his desk thinking he slept while class came back, but was happy to see it was just the class  President there. Seeing his gym uniform showed he had come from where the class actually was to find him. “Sorry about that Shimura-san, a man had come to school saying he bought something from home that you forgot..” A shadow image of a taller man with slicked back hair and cold eyes flashed in his mind making him shudder. A wave of fear ran through him and all he could think was pain. The President looked concerned at Tenko reaching his hands out as if to prevent him from falling over but Tenko stepped out of his reach.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t doing anything anyway. Who did you say came by?”He let out a shuddering breath and gathered himself in case it was who he thought it was. The President's tongue slipped out as if tasting the air before letting out a sign. “A Shirakumo Oboro? Do you wish for me to tell him you're busy? I will if you want.” That was surprising, most people wouldn’t lie to an adult so blatantly like that and not for someone else. It made Tenko feel a bit awkward but also a little happy. “No it’s fine I know who that is. Thank you….” Tenko trailed off. A flush of heat hit his cheeks once he realized he has no idea what the president’s name is. It got even worse one the other taller boy realized and laughed softly. The president led him out of the class to the front entrance. “Uroko Sogen. Now let’s hurry, there isn’t much time before the rest of the class comes back.” Making it to the door he tried not to look too surprised to see one of Hana and his new roommates, or really he should be calling them the actual tenants, here at his school. The man was on the taller side with tan skin and a scar on his head, his hair flowed around white and fluffy like a cloud even though it was pulled back into a ponytail. Blue eyes caught Tenko’s form and waved at him like an enthusiastic idiot. 

Which had the opposite effect it intended, making Tenko want to do an 180 and go back to class. “Lil Shimura-chan!” Actually never mind he’s just going to go back to class. “NO WAIT, I GOT YOUR CHARGER!”The older man screeched, panicked seeing Tenko actually maneuver to go back inside. Tenko looked confused and a little suspicious that the man came all the way here just to deliver his charger. “Hana texted me saying she forgot some things at the apartment, and that you also forgot this. I wasn’t working so-” He went to one of the multitude of pockets he had and pulled it out letting it fall gently into a confused Tenko’s waiting hands. “The first day can be rough, and from what I heard from Hana it was far from ideal for the both of ya. It ain’t much but I can take you two somehwere to eat after she’s done training? I know a place with great Sushi.”  It was a bit silent after that but Tenko felt his lips twitching into a small smile. Shirakumo didn’t have to do that, he could have just dropped off his sister's stuff and be done. It felt nice to be considered. “I think I would like that.” The smile he got from Shirakumo was downright blinding, seriously did he employ the sun into his teeth why was it so bright?! 

“Alright! I’ll leave you to it then. Have a good day Lil Shimura-san!” The older man waved at them before taking off on a cloud like a dragon ball parody character. Huh so that what his quirk was, he wonder how he implements that into his hero work- “Shimura-san class is about to start.” Tenko’s thoughts were interrupted before nodding at the boy as they went back in. He couldn’t help but squeeze the charger in his pocket, happy that some good things came out of today at the very least. They got into class and all the boys had finished changing back into their regular uniforms. His eyes caught the blued eyed black haired kid again and was shocked to find he had piercings in his ears, nose, and lip. He couldn’t believe the school even allowed that. The other kid looked up before giving him a wink flustering Tenko.

Distracted he didn’t see the small girl trying to get into class and tripped right over her knocking them both over.

Dammit he jinxed himself. Tenko quickly got up and pulled her up to her feet. She was so small for a second he could have mistaken her for a younger elementary student. Her hair was a pinkish red and she reminded him of cherub from those paintings but without the wings. “Ah I’m sorry-!” They both started and it became a babbled mess that the president broke up since they were in front of the door. The girl sat in the front seat looking down at her now dirty uniform, and Tenko winced before deciding to pay her back later for that.

The class filled in and sat around talking to each other. He tried to ignore the occasional glances his way from his new classmates and especially that bastard with the glowy eyes. A heavy knocking and the class stood up as this ridiculous amazon of a woman walked into the door. She was clearly built under her suit and skirt and looked more like she would fit in a fighting ring than she would as a teacher. Her hair long purple pink, and eyes that looked shiny and red. She looked even bigger as they sat down. “Helloooo class!”And Loud, she was very loud, it grated on Tenko’s ears a bit “Now I’m sure you all were gossiping about it during gym, but I’m a say it again anyway. We have a new classmate with us.” She looked at Tenko and invited him up and damn he hated this. He trudged along slowly to the front as the teacher clapped her hands. “Let’s make this quick, we have free time and I’m sure your classmates are excited to get to know you. Why don’t you tell everyone your name, what you like, and your quirk as an ice breaker?”

Her voice became softer as she handed him the chalk. His classmates leaned in excited to gossip or rip into him the moment he was done and Tenko felt like he was in the spotlight. He wanted to puke. It would have been fine if she didn’t mention the damn quirk thing. Tenko was hoping to avoid that a little longer. So much for good things happening, right back where he started. A familiar rage boiled inside him, or it could be the stomach acid from his anxiety. His hand shook a bit as he wrote his name down slowly trying to buy himself some time. He looked at the board hoping for some answers but got now. Resigned, he put it down and turned to his excited classmates. Sogen, Dye job with blue eyes and the small cherub girl were the only ones who looked subdued.

“I’m Shimura Tenko, I like video games and syrup covered mochi,” He took a breath and decided to rip it off like a bandaid. They would find out sooner or later anyways.

“Quirkless.”

[bernadette-baguette]

dumb stuff I've said

•"my body tries to hypothermia me so I'll hypothermia it and see how my body likes it when I call the shots"

•"I can't promise anything I might get sucked outside again"

•"i was pissed so I took a walk all the way to coldstone"

•"kill that bitch and scooby-dooby-doo his ass"

•"I burnt my finger on a hot bowl because I thought my hands would be cold enough to make me immune to the heat"

•"I'm joking man lmao China owns what they do, I'm just not a fan of sending photos like gunfire"

•"it was open note and my dumb ass managed to bomb it with a 77.5"

•"If it's cold and I'm bundled up my body will hypothermia me"

•"actually u gotta put them a certain way; child support, then taxes"

•"I happen to have rlly good luck with my car, I've come close to being hit or hitting someone a few times, but luck's on my side!"

•"I had so much cool stuff bro but here's the thing half of my house is somewhere in the world.. it's out there "

•"according to you I'm a nerdy jock"

•"I dunno what the fuck my body is doing with these one-day pain parties"

"for a person who hates pie, I make a good pie."

•"so, there I was, bent over, with my flashlight but aimlessly tapping my hands in the grass looking for my ring in front of an Outback while Nick Jonas' "Jealous" was blaring."

•"modern times cannot force me to conform, I am getting more vintage by the minute."

•"I'm uncultured to this culture."

•"what if I turn my phone's clock ahead by a week? my shoes'll get here faster!!"

•"yes I am I lack common common sense and I am zoned in the 70s-90s"

•((bisexual panic intensifies))

•"high school's stressful and if someone wants to make fun of me for my damn light up shoes, go ahead, but I will automatically be 420% cooler than them bc I can just turn em on and moonwalk my ass outta your negative vibe zone."

•"I can literally go to work and switch it my left hand and people will think I'm married lol"

•""how was your day madam?" ooooooh hit me right in the knees"

•"off topic, but my best analogy yet; "this is like ordering a pizza at your favorite pizza place; however, you get the wrong pizza! but, you can't be mad because it's your favorite pizza place!""

•"I swear I'm not a player but when you're single, ready to mingle and you're an idiot who takes 15 minutes in the candy isle, there's a problem."

•"this Airbnb does not have crayons. I feel it is imperative for every Airbnb to have crayons. I'm leaving a bad Yelp review for this Airbnb."

•"is it bad that RHCP plays in my head even when I'm not actually listening to them..?"

•"one day, someone's gonna come up to me while I'm scattabopping to RHCP's "can't stop" intro and they're gonna yank out my ear bud at just the right time and go, "when are you gonna shut the fuck up?" and the I'm gonna go, "can't stop, addicted to-""

•"daisy's verdict: it looked like a shit of armour. - suit! suit of armour!! auto correct!!"

•"I like to use Ryan Gosling pictures to convey my emotions."

•"so, again, if I'm not the funniest thing since sliced bread, you haven't lived."

•"Tessa, aka the Bitch of The Brady Bunch who just wouldn't stop hissing and growling at everyone. Dude, eat a Snickers or something."

•"Imagine having a baseball bat named "Stevie Fuckin' Wonder Pets""

• "Coral bleaching is caused by white supremacy-"

• "I wanna smell like a snicker doodle!"

•"yanno what's better than perfume? lotion. lotion is subtle, you gotta get close to smell it... and then.. When they least expect it.. boom broken neck."

•"shut up! shut up! you didn't see me in the preteen girls bra section of Walmart! you didn't!"

•"Steven, if you don't shut the fuck up, you're about to be a scared pog."

•"yes, I socialized today. my friend got me a Christmas gift: scarves. that I promptly choked myself with. "Oh! Just what I wanted!" *rushedly ties scarf around throat and tightens* "yay!""

•"c'mon guys! This is simple brain knowledge! Same for your hands! Hand knowledge!"

•"very funnies. I have unfortunately adopted a very unhealthy addiction to Welch's fruit snacks. I ate so many packs that Vincent told me I smelled like them."

•"my dad said he was gonna give me some cigars. They were top tier, too, bro. Suddenly, poof, he leaves yet again."

•"this is likely the size I shall retain for the rest of my days. I have one superpower, scaring the shit outta people with my cold-ass hands."

•"baby you can roll me up into a cigar ;)"

•"got an older guy hitting on you? hit him with this! "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, for legal reasons, that is a joke. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone of legal-age pleasefuckoffthankyouverymuch-""

•"I'm the teen embodiment of Anthony Kiedis, Johnny Knoxville, and George Carlin!"

"well, well, well, if it isn't the actions of the consequences of my actions."

[canid-slashclaw]

The Outliers - A Guildwars Love Story

Chapter 3

Echos of laughter and revelry were thick in the smoke-filled tavern known as the Jotun's Corpse.  Ulfgar Svaldmere had opened the establishment just outside of Claypool some thirty years ago.  He gave up his life as a hunter and trapper after his beloved wife, Glorina, had succumbed to an unknown illness.  

Behind his massive eight-foot plus tall frame, were eyes that had witnessed many triumphs and tragedies.  He had encountered so many people of different races in his lifetime that he sometimes got their names and faces mixed up.  However, he did know the names and faces of practically every patron who frequented his establishment.  And because of that fact, his regular customers treated him with a great deal of respect.  Some of them trusted him even more than they did their own kin.  

Kaleb and his lifelong friend, Brad Pendragon, muscled their way through the drunken crowds until they found a couple of empty barstools near where Ulfgar was serving drinks.  

"It's about time you two laggards showed up.  Whaddlit be?  I just got some Elonian bourbon in last week if any of yous are interested," the massive norn said with a smile.  

"The stronger the better.  This cupcake's training starts tomorrow," Brad said as he jokingly punched Kaleb's shoulder.   "Ow! Was that a hit or was that a hit!"  Kaleb said as he returned the favor to Brad's left shoulder.   "You wince like a sissy.  I'm hedging my bet that you won't even last a week in basic," Brad sniped with a grin.   Kaleb held up his hand making a v-sign with his fingers.  "Two lagers for two losers, Ulfgar."  The norn nodded as he leaned over to fill their steins.  "Who are you calling a loser? Loser. Aren't you still living with your mamma and daddy?" "Hey. It takes one to know one right?  After all - yer the one who's been dumb enough to be hanging out with me all these years,"  Kaleb replied with a laugh.

Suddenly, both men nearly jumped from their seats when they heard a feminine voice coming from behind. 

"So who here is the loser and who's the sissy?" Brad immediately slid off his stool nearly falling over as he made a very rapid attempt at performing a military salute.  "Two losers reporting in, sir!" Cynthia Waterstone returned the salute as she promptly commandeered Brad's now-empty stool.  "At ease, soldier.  Just a half pint of ale for me, Ulfgar." "Commin' up."  The norn snatched a smaller stein from the bottom of the bar as he began to pass out the already-filled drinks to the two men. "Come tomorrow, I'm going to be expecting you to do the same thing Kaleb," Cynthia said as she pulled back a stray lock of auburn hair that had dangled over her face. 

"Tomorrow is the operative word.  Tonight, I'm still citizen Kaleb - royal subject of the Queen," he said as he scarfed down a drought of the deep amber liquid. Brad chimed in and raised his glass.  "And basement rat to your parents abode." "Get your facts straight, skritt-face.  My dwelling place is in the attic." 

The lively banter between the two young men went on for the next fifteen minutes as Cynthia offered Brad his seat.  After each of them had a couple of lagers in their bellies, Kaleb turned to his best friend and began a new conversation on a much more serious note.   "I'm supposed to be reporting at a garrison base somewhere in Kessex Hills.  I didn't catch the name, but I do know it's near a battlefront.  I guess they want to throw us to the wolves as soon as possible." "Don't stress over it too much, Kal. Both you fellas will be under my command and I'll do everything to ensure you get the best training possible," Cynthia said with a smile.  "So what's it like in the Seraph?  I heard you guys have been slugging it out with the centaurs for the past two years." "Their attacks have gotten bolder in recent months.  I'm not going to lie to either of you - it's a messy business out there and taking prisoners is rarely the standard protocol for either side."

Brad let out a sigh.  "At least I'll have the benefit of being past basic.  Once you are through with that, I'll have your back one hundred percent, bro." "I'd expect no less.  In fact, I need to get out there on the battlefield as soon as possible because I doubt anyone else would be willing to save your sorry ass," Kaleb replied with grin. 

"Yeah. Speaking of asses... when was the last time you seen Trish?" "Not since last week."  Kaleb gestured for another round.  Cynthia butted in.  "So, did you get any... ass?" Kaleb looked down into his drink.  "Well.  She and I haven't... you know, for quite some time." "For what it's worth, I'm single and if you need any, you know, I am available," Cynthia winked.   "That would feel like incest. We've known each other since we were pups.  That would just feel weird."   She then gave a wide-eyed smile and replied.  "What made you assume that I was talking to you?" "Woah now!  Isn't fraternization with a commanding officer a floggin' offense?"   Brad said with trepidation.  "Oh.  Lighten up you two.  I was just trying to get in a few jabs before the serious stuff begins," Cynthia replied as she took a few sips from her stein of ale. "Speaking of... what's the deal, Kal?  You're normally the life of the party.  What's gotten you all down?" Brad queried.  Kaleb turned to his best friend and replied.  "Yanno.  The pappa thing.  Father's been pestering me about taking over the family business.  He's afraid that I'm going to get wounded or killed fighting in some far off godsforsaken land. The thing is, I really have no desire to be a fifth generation wagon maker." "Have you given marriage a thought?  I know you and Trish don't see each other that much, but the two of you make a really cute couple.  Besides, rumor has it that her family's loaded.  Hitch up with her and you won't have to worry about lifting so much as a shovel," Cynthia asked curiously.   "I dunno.  She's a fine looking girl, but our personalities are so far apart.  It's hard for her and I to relate to each other sometimes." Brad thrust his fingers into Kaleb's rib cage as he pointed towards a slender blond-haired blue-eyed girl. "Speak of the devil!  Your lady-in-waiting is here." "Great. She'll be really pissed if I don't get to say goodbye to her directly," Kaleb said with a heavy sigh.  "I suppose I'll give her a farewell hug." Standing just inside the main entryway, Patricia Fairweather gazed around hoping to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend, Kaleb.  At just under five feet, the petite blonde had trouble seeing over some of the taller patrons in the tavern.   Kaleb whistled as he beckoned to Patricia. "Hey, Trish.  Over here." She stomped over in his direction then chided him in a harsh tone.  "Next time, please don't whistle at me like I'm some damn dog.   I have a name in case you had forgotten." "My, my.  So touchy tonight, aren't you?  Were you slurping down some of your mamma's cough syrup before getting here?  Your breath smells like overpriced whiskey." Patricia glared at him angrily. "Ugh!   Do you not know when to shut it?  I came all the way down here in the middle of the night just to see you.  You ought to be grateful." Kaleb began to stagger around as he smiled at her with a glassy-eyed stare.  "Oh, but I am... grateful that is.  I'm also four sheets into the wind so try not to be too offended if I should say something that may come across as being crass." "Oh gods.  You are even more shit-faced than me," she said while pulling out a small flask that she had kept discreetly tucked away under her garter.  She uncapped the bottle then proceeded to take a long drought.  "Yeah. I'm feelin' those lagers now.  Ya wanna dance?"  He asked her.

"No babe, I wanna screw!  You and I haven't done it in so long and I'm really feeling lonely right now," Patricia replied as she clamored all over Kaleb. "You are also feeling really drunk right now as well.  What is that crap you've been hiding up your skirt anyway?" "Mmm.  Let's go to someplace private and find out," Patricia smiled as she planted her beet-red face into his broad muscular chest. 

Like blind folk attempting to lead each other around an open pit, the inebriated pair navigated their way towards Ulfgar's bar. 

"Hey Ulf.  Where are Brad and Cynth?' The old norn looked at him and replied with a grin.  "They are currently committing a floggin' offense together." "Sluts, both of them!"  Kaleb commented.

"Hey! Weren't you going to ask him if we could get a room?"  Kaleb's girlfriend chided mockingly.  "Sorry, lass.  Rooms are full at the moment."  Ulfgar said with an apologetic tone. "That's okay.  I'm really not in the mood anyway. Ulf - can I get another round?"   By this time, Patricia's anger had boiled over.  "If you have no interest in screwing me, fine!  But don't think I'll feel bad if anything happens to you on the battlefield.  I'm outta here!" With that comment, Kaleb's girlfriend spun a one-eighty on her left heel then promptly staggered towards the egress.  The inebriated young man stared briefly at the door before turning his gaze towards the old norn.  "Yup.  She's pissed.  I really went and done it, haven't I Ulf?" "She just wants a shiny piece of metal on her finger, boy.  Are you sure that's something you're even cut out for?" "Marriage?  Oh gods no.  I mean sure, yeah... maybe... sometime in the far future.  But right now, I'm not even sure what I want in my life let alone anyone else's."  Kaleb could feel a massive headache coming on as he tried to fight the force of gravity that was pulling on his unsteady body. 

"Listen pup.  Yer way too strung out to be going home to your folks.  If yer pappy saw you in your current intoxicated condition, he would tan my hide.  Tell ya what - I'll let ya stay the night in that extra spare room upstairs," Ulfgar said as he let out a call for last rounds.  "Thanks, Ulf.  You've been a good friend to me and my family." "Yer pappy and I go way back. It would be ashamed for his only son to come home on the day he's to join the army still plaster-faced from the night before.  Don't worry, I've got an old norn recipe that will have you fit as a fiddle by morning," Ulfgar said with a wink.

[free-pool-trash]

Birthday Boys - Okumura Twins x Reader

Okay, LisTEn-

I know that I don't do birthday pieces for the other boys, but I NEEDED TO DO THIS FOR MY BABIES BECAUSE IF I DIDN'T HAVE THEM DURING THE SUMMER I WOULD HAVE LITERALLY D I E D.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABIES!

(And we're all gonna ignore the fact that Yukio is in the midst of a psychotic break and Rin's yanno gone done lost his shit and all have a fun festive time, alright? Great!)

Word count: 1, 443

Masterlist

Rin groaned as you connected the tip of your finger to his rosy cheek for around the third time that morning, “Come on, Rin. It's time to wake up~”

“Mmmm…” The older twin whined as he grabbed your wrist and held it close to his chest to which you laughed. You’d never usually even attempt to wake Rin up this early on one of his days off but today was different and you’re sure he’ll forgive you once he sees what you’ve done.

“You’re never gonna wake him up that way, (Y/n), he’s a heavy sleeper.” The younger twin chuckled out from behind you as you attempted to pull your hand out of Rin’s grip, turning toward Yukio you gave him a reassuring look before turning back to Rin’s sleeping face.

Unable to detach your hand from his, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his nose and whispered “Sorry about this, Rinny…” Before you blew harshly against his ear and jumped away as he threw himself up letting out a girlish scream, before he got a chance to shout at you you pulled him out of his bed and dragged him toward the door of his room, grabbing Yukio’s hand on the way and dragged them both to the dining room of the dorm building.

“What are you even doing (Y/n)? It’s like the middle of the night.” Rin groaned out making you laugh and Yukio groan, “It’s 8AM, stop being dramatic…”

“Alright you two, close your eyes!” You chimed in as you were about to enter the dining hall.

You’d woken up extra early that morning to get things ready, to make sure you had everything perfect for their birthday. Since it was Christmas there was already plenty of decorations littering the dorm building that the three of you lived in but since the boys could barely differentiate birthday celebrations from Christmas celebrations you decided you’d give them a real birthday this year.

You’d gotten birthday banners and hung them all around the common area of the building and in the dining hall, balloons floated around as well as a few you’d stuck to the walls and Ukobach had helped you make Rin and Yukio their favourite breakfasts as well as a birthday cake you’d give them later.

The boys reluctantly closed their eyes and you gently pulled them into the dining hall, smiling happily to yourself at the neatly set table stacked with the presents you’d gotten them, squeezing their hands they opened their eyes.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” You shouted, smiling widely and outstretching your arms you watched as Yukio’s jaw dropped and a wide smile found Rin’s face.

“Woah...Did you do all this?” Rin asked, smiling even wider as you nodded your head and replied, “Mhm, I wanted you guys to have a birthday that wasn’t all about Christmas so I did some decorating and got you guys some actual birthday presents… Do you like it?” You asked, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip until Yukio let out a breathy chuckle, “This is amazing (Y/n), you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, now come on me and Ukobach made breakfast.” Rin wasted no more time before running over to the table and sizing up his gifts but the raven haired boy was quickly distracted by the scent of his favourite breakfast hitting his nose.

After they’d finished their breakfast, it was time for presents and luckily for you your housemates and best friends were easy enough to buy for and what people normally overlooked while shopping for them was the fact that underneath all the exorcist stuff they’re still teenage boys.

For Rin you got him a videogame that you knew he’d been wanting for the past while, a really nice smelling body spray and cologne set because as much as you loved the boy sometimes he stunk and last but definitely not least you got him an apron that has “Your opinion wasn’t in the recipe” printed across the front. The boy in question opened his presents like an excited puppy with the brightest smile on his face, he pulled you into a tight hug once he’d opened everything you’d gotten him and pressed a wet kiss to your cheek making you smile but scrunch up your nose at the same time, you were no stranger to Rin’s sloppy cheek kisses though after having lived with him for 2 years you’d think you’d be able to get used his puppy like affection.

For Yukio you’d gotten him the latest volume of his favourite manga that he hadn’t been able to find in any of the stores around TrueCross plus a few more that he told you he’d been meaning to start but hadn’t gotten around to yet, a new gun holster with his initials since you knew he liked things that were practical but you didn’t want to give him just a plain holster and lastly you’d gotten him a hoodie that was smart but also a lot more comfy than the cardigans he usually wore plus you were getting tired of stealing only Rin’s hoodies. You rested your chin on his shoulder while he unwrapped the gifts, somehow not ripping the paper in the process unlike Rin had. The thought you had put in made him genuinely happy, that showing clearly in the soft smile he had on his face, “Thanks a lot, (Y/n). This means a lot to us.” He spoke pecking your forehead quickly before Rin jumped between you both and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and squishing your cheek against his, “Yeah (N/n), you’re the best you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah. Now get off me you big dork.” You laughed out as you playfully shoved the laughing boy away, “Both of you better go get dressed we have somewhere to be.” You told them before heading to your own room to get dressed.

The others were waiting for the three of you in Yukio’s classroom as you’d also planned the boys a surprise party, they deserved a day for just them considering how much life had thrown at them recently.

The party went as planned and the boys seemed really happy with the positive attention they were getting, Rin and Bon didn’t argue and Yukio came out of his shell a little. It made you so happy to see them being able to act their age and not seem like they’re carrying the weight of the world for once.

It was nice considering even since day 1 they’d been stressed and anxious about one thing or another, since you became friends you made it your mission to make them feel normal as best you could in their crazy world and the boys were never shy about telling you how grateful they were for you. They both had different ways of showing you though, Yukio showed it by trusting you with his problems and actually telling you how he was feeling when he was having a hard time which meant a lot to you, Rin on the other hand showed you by showering you in hugs and always making you his partner in crime, he was also your number one cuddle buddy and shoulder to cry on.

After a few hours you headed back to your dorm with the boys and the cake you’d baked that morning with Ukobach was quickly devoured by the three of you. You’d all settled on the couch in the living room area of the dorm, you in the middle, Rin on your right playing the game you’d gotten him and Yukio on your left reading his manga, you lived for the moments like these when everything was quiet and your two best friends in the whole world were happy, letting out a content sigh you wiggled around in your spot, laying your head on Yukio’s lap so that you were laying across the couch and threw your legs over Rin’s lap, “Did you guys enjoy your day?” You asked quietly, your eyes about to fall shut with how tired you were from being up so early getting everything ready.

Yukio’s voice met your ears just before you fell asleep, “Today was amazing thank you (Y/n).” The boys couldn’t help but smile at each other looking at your sleeping form, the room was silent aside from the noises coming from the game Rin was playing before the older twin cut into the silence, his blue eyes still locked on you.

“Man, we’re really lucky.” He sighed out, Yukio nodded in agreement breathing out a “Yeah…We really are.”

[marveldc-imagines-hub]

Ice Packs (Wade Wilson x Reader)

A/N: This is one of the many non-requested pieces I’ve had in my drafts forever, and I was recently really drawn to finally writing the piece. It ended up taking a different turn than I expected, but I’m really proud of how in 

Warnings for swearing and some sexual humor because, duh, it’s Deadpool aaaaaannnd a little bit of angst maybe. Is this considered angst? I don’t know. Also, minor Deadpool 2 spoilers (mention of Cable, Domino, and the events regarding Vanessa) but Deadpool 2 spoilers nonetheless; this piece takes place after it.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Tapping on the window of your (number) floor apartment drew your attention away from the evening activity you were pursuing. Upon further inspection--turning your head a few degrees to the right in order to peer out said window--you felt yourself relax as you recognized the white-eyed, masked face looking back at you.

“Hold on a sec, Wade--I mean Deadpool.” You hummed softly as you sat your things aside. Pulling the plush blanket draped over your shoulders closer against your person, you stood and shuffled over to the window. With the suited and warm-bodied antihero leaning close to the glass, probably to keep himself from falling down the apartment building’s side, the glass panes were becoming increasingly foggy.

“Heya, [Y/N]!” Wade greeted, tumbling through the window after you opened it. Now that he was in a lighted area, you noticed darker patches of red on his bodysuit, which was scuffed and torn in places. Still, despite his looks the smell of dirt and blood that clung to him, the behind-the-mask, avocado-looking man seemed cheerful enough.

That is, until he made his way to your couch, walking stiffly and softly grunting every couple of steps.

Immediately, your brows furrowed in confusion and worry. You had been friends with Wade long enough that he had incredible healing abilities and, even if he was in pain, he rarely showed as much.

“Wade, are you okay?”

“Hey, hey, hey!” The antihero, despite his currently distressed situation, was at your side in moments, tugging you against him and covering your mouth with a gloved hand. With comically shifty eyes in every direction, he continued, “The mask isn’t off, little troublemaker! Anyone could hear and figure out my secret identity!”

You rolled your eyes and swatted the undoubtedly dirty glove off away from your face. Using the sleeve of your sweater to scrub your face clean from any possible grime, you replied, “I’m the only one here, nutjob. Don’t contaminate me with your filth, jackass.”

Wade--Deadpool--gasped softly and placed an oh so delicate hand over his chest, feigning hurt. “You’ve wounded my soul, [Y/N].” After a moment of waiting for a reaction that wouldn’t come, he dropped the act and, chuckling, agreed. “Yeah, that fight was brutal. You’re probably right not to touch me.”

“Seriously, though, Livepuddle, what’s wrong?” Watching him continue his hobbling to your couch, despite the fact that you had just told him to stop his contamination, you were filled with concern again. Perhaps his healing abilities had disappeared somehow?

“Oh, yanno--” He waved his hand dismissively as he plopped onto the couch and stressed across it. “--just a little stiff after war. I may have been impaled once or a few times, and not in the fun way. Also, it’s Livingpuddle. If you’re going to insult my shitty superhero title, at least do it right.”

“Same difference, ballsack-lookin’ dipshit.” Sitting on the nearby end table’s edge, you tried to steer the conversation back to the topic of your concern, “Normally, that’s not enough to make you groan and hobble a drunk old dude. Seriously, Wade, what’s going on? Did you lose your healing or something? Is it bad?”

The blank eyes of the Deadpool mask shifted slightly as Wade glanced over your concerned face. After a moment, he sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Dammit, [Y/N], why’d you have to do those sad eyes? You know I hate sad eyes. I don’t deserve sad e--” The man stopped in the middle of the phrase and jerked his head to seemingly stare at the wall in which the window he had climbed in was occupied. “Hey! Stop listening to 500 Miles by The Proclaimers when you’re writing something heartfelt and sad! At least listen to Cher or something!”

“Wade, now’s not the time for your weird, out of body bullshit,” you grumbled. You had been friends with him long enough to have witnessed these many of these strange, loud monologues; therefore, they weren’t very surprising but they could certainly be annoying when you were trying to have a serious conversation.

“I’ll admit, that song has a good twang to it but it’s way overplayed.”

You couldn’t tell whether that comment was in reply to you, or if he was still having an imaginary argument. In mild frustration, you reached out to grab his wrist, in hopes of also grabbing his attention once again--

Only to have him hiss slightly and yank his arm away.

The two of you shared a wide-eyed look, yours of surprise and his of… Well, you couldn’t be sure. As the realization of situation donned on you, you retracted your hand and instead rested it in your lap with it’s twin.

“Is it the cancer?” you asked softly.

Yet another soft grunt escaped mask-covered lips as Wade looked away and gently squeezed the wrist you had tried to grab.

You gave him time to choose his words and, eventually, he spoke again, “Sometimes it hurts. A lot. Especially after regenerating and healing, it gets really bad in places. The pain from a fight isn’t s bad.”

“I’m so sorry, Wade.”

“Don’t be. I don’t need the pity.”

“It’s not pity, it’s empathy.”

“I don’t deserve any of it.”

Thick silence bloomed again in the dim light of your apartment living room, and you leaned back on your hands as you tried to think up a way to help your friend. Slowly, an idea formed.

“I’ll be fine,” Wade murmured after a few more minutes of gruesome silence.

“What if we numb it out of you?” you thought aloud in response.

Even with the mask covering the antihero’s face, you could tell his eyes were glittering with a dark humor. “What? With death or alcohol and drugs? Maybe all three?” Then the humor lightened a bit, and you could vaguely see the grin and wiggling of eyebrows behind red fabric. “Or maybe another, more physical activity?”

“Shut up and undress, Wade.” You hopped up from the end table and walked towards the kitchen, hyperfocused on your fridge.

“Hah, fourth time’s the charm!” Wade jumped up after you, albeit slower than he normally would have, and marched after you. “The kitchen? How inviting, [Y/N].”

“Stop that. I’m getting ice.”

“Ice?”

You nodded. “And lots of it.”

When you gave no other response, Wade sighed and leaned against the kitchen doorway--only to grunt softly and pull away again. “Enlighten me, you teasing little minx.”

You visibly cringed at the pet name and, after grabbing all the ice packs and ice trays in your freezer to place then on the counter nearby.

“It might work, or it might not. Either way, it’s worth a shot-- Hey, that rhymed! Anyway, I know it’s unlikely that it’ll take away all of the pain, but people use ice baths to for muscles and pain and stuff pretty often so--”

“Waterloo’s good, but what about Super Trouper with that Cher appearance? Now that had tears in my eyes! When the old cast danced with the new one? Iconic!”

You huffed as you tossed the last couple ice packs into your bathtub, which was now partially filled with water, every non-food icy item from your freezer, and several bags of ice you’d accumulated after a trip to the gas station down the street. “Could you please stop talking to the voices in your head?”

Wade scoffed from his current perch. He was sitting gingerly on the edge of the closed toilet next to where you stood. He had stripped out of his suit and its dangerous accessories--you had to lend him a pair of boxers that you’d often but no longer would use for sleep shorts in the process--and now skeptically awaited the ice bath you were preparing for him. You had also helped him clean off the blood and grime from his battle earlier that night, and now you could tell by the newer looking scars and pinker patches of skin where Wade’s skin and a smaller appendage or two had regenerated.

“I’m not talking to the voices in my head,” he replied, as if that were assuring, “I’m talking to the narrator. See, Super Trouper’s a bop!”

“What the fuck, Wade.” Rolling your eyes, you stepped away from the tub to admire your work. After making sure it reached your standards, you gestured for Wade to stand--which he did unwillingly, followed by a low grunt. “Get in the tub.”

“I’d be much more willing to do so if I had a buddy to join me.” Despite the pain he was still in, the scarred man managed a toothy smirk to go along with his flirty words. “Perhaps, take a chance on me--?”

“Sir, get in the tub before I physically fight you into it.”

“Kinky,” was his only reply. Realizing he was getting nowhere in the current situation, Wade got to his feet and stepped into the tub. If he gained goosebumps, they weren’t visible on his scarred body from you vantage point; however, he gave a shiver and a quick “Woo!” in response to the cold before dipping his other foot in. Placing one hand on the shower wall and the other on the rim of the tub, he slowly lowered himself into the icy water and adjusted said ice around himself.

You took his place on the toilet lid and watched in anticipation. Of course, you weren’t expecting anything to happen very quickly; you weren’t really sure what you were expecting at all, considering the circumstances and the person you were trying to help. Still, if Wade’s pain worsened for some reason, or he started to turned purple and blue before the pain started to lessen, you wanted to make sure that he knew he didn’t have to stay in the ice bath if it was a useless endeavor.

However, as you watched, Wade began to relax in his icy spa. He was a little too tall to fit in the small apartment tub, so his feet rested on the edge and he sunk sunk down until only the tops of his shoulder, neck, and head were above the water. He rested his head next to the faucet, closing his eyes and sighing, and for a moment he seemed more serene then you’ve ever seen him.

He was in pain frequently, you knew, due to the cancer he still endured and the constant regenerating that he dealt with as a bodily defense against it. He was in pain more than frequently, actually, but some days it was worse than others and he hated showing the pain either way.

You were pulled from your heavy thoughts when Wade shifted, turning his head and opening his eyes once more. Seemingly calmer and a bit hesitant now, he shifted and raised one arm out of the tub. While reaching the wet hand out to you, he muttered, “Thanks for worrying about me.”

You responded by gripping his hand and squeezed. “I know it’s difficult to bounce back after losing someone. I also know that while people like Cable and Domino care but they’re smart enough to not get in your way. I, on the other hand, am dense and will continue to bother and irritate you out of affection.”

Wade Wilson didn’t talk. However, you could see the different kind of pain that bloomed in his gaze--before he closed his eyes and turned his head away again. You would have thought he was upset with you if he hadn’t squeezed your hand.

It was quiet after that. You continued to tightly hold Wade’s hand while he rested, keeping a close eye on his condition. It could have easily been some hours, and eventually, he began to doze off, his head slowly tilting back in your direction and leaning against the rim of the bathtub. You took that moment to rest your head on his--if it roused him, he didn’t show it--and mentally wished him well, as if the connection would take your thoughts and slam it into his own head to the point that the wish would come true. Then, you gently shook him awake to move him to a more comfortable spot as thoughts of napping with frostbite creeped into your mind.

Dramatic? Perhaps, but still a risk you weren’t a fan of taking.

[hu-man-ty-po]

RIP Mr.Whiskers... and Me

I’m a dead man, and I don’t mean that ironically. Jessica gave me one simple rule to follow: don’t touch the cat. That stupid damn cat. I hate that thing. I didn’t think a vampire could have allergies, but of course the one creature my girlfriend loves more than anything makes me all snotty and congested. That’s assuming I can still call Jessica my girlfriend after the incident.

I will take responsibility for my actions. It’s been a busy holiday season between stressing over what to get Jessica to meeting her parents for Christmas dinner, and having to act like I actually eat dinner. I’ll admit, I forgot how long it had been since my last feeding. I’m not one of those lame vamps that go around sucking the blood out of unsuspecting humans; I stick strictly to donated blood given of free will and kind hearts. Of course, the stars aligned and I had depleted my stash of blood bags here at the apartment.

I could feel the intense hunger setting in. I was restless, on the verge of downright distraught. It’s not like I’ve been a vampire for all that long anyways, so I don’t quite have the hang of it. I was born in 1980 in Chicago and this scrub jumped me on my way home one fateful night in the summer of ‘98. That was it. The end of my life... and somewhat beginning of another. I’ve definitely had my low moments, but this? This takes the cake.  

It was midday when I was reaching the end of my self control. Jessica wouldn’t be home from work for hours, and I didn’t think I could last that long. When a vamp goes long enough without blood nature starts to takeover. The only thing on my mind was feeding. I was literally seeing red and I could feel my fangs biting into my lip. That’s when I heard him.

Mr.Whiskers was an obnoxiously orange tabby that Jessica found in the alley behind our apartment a few months ago. She felt a lot of pity for the dumb thing because he was missing a large portion of his left ear. I assume it’s because even the wild cats of downtown Chicago hated him, but Jessica says it is a testament to the hard life he’s lived. She tells me it’s a reminder that I should be kind to him since he’s had such a rough time, major eye roll. He has this nasty habit of being a living nightmare all the time except when Jessica is in the room. Countless of my shirts have been ruined by his scratch marks, he has puked in my shoes on more than one occasion, and I swear he has peed in my favorite cereal even though Jessica insists in must have just gone bad. Lucky charms doesn’t just magically start smelling hella dank, it gets stale not stinky.

This scrub had no idea what he was walking into when he mosied into the den where I was curled up in a corner. It was like my primal instinct just took over! I was the apex predator and Mr.Whiskers was easy prey. My senses went into overdrive and, if I’m being honest, I blacked out for part of it. I remember lunging at him and some hissing, whether it was from me or him I don’t know… then I was covered in blood and poor Mr.Whiskers lifeless body was in my lap. I swear, I didn’t hate the cat enough to premeditate his murder, but accidents happen. I just really hope Jessica doesn’t dump me over this. I mean, couples hit bumps in their relationship sometimes… this is just our bump!

I hear a key slide into the lock on the front door and smell Jessica’s vanilla perfume. Here goes nothing. Maybe she won’t even notice he’s gone! She’ll just assume he ran away; his true nature calling him back to the wild. Not likely, since that cat adored Jessica. She walks into the kitchen and sets her purse on the counter.

“Dee, I’m home!” She calls and smiles at me. Like the first time I saw her, I’m dazzled by her beauty. Her pale blonde hair frames her face in choppy layers and, currently, she has it streaked with electric blue. Her grey eyes are outlined with dark kohl and her lips are their signature bubblegum pink. She’s wearing her favorite vintage Star Wars t-shirt which usually means she’s in a good mood. She walks up behind me, sitting on the couch, and wraps her arms around my neck. I grab her wrist and place a light kiss on her crescent moon tattoo.

“Hey Jess, how was work?” I ask. Jessica works writing code for a major gaming company here in Chicago.

“Oh yanno, same old same old. How was your day?” She returns the question, walking back into the kitchen and grabbing Mr.Whiskers cat food from the cabinet. It’s usually her routine to feed him dinner right when she gets home from work.

“Um… it wasn’t too exciting.” I watch her closely, trying to work up the courage to tell her how my day truly went. She pours the food into his bowl then calls out his name. Dinner is that cat's favorite time of the day, or I guess I should say was his favorite. She’s gonna know something is up when he doesn’t come running for food.

“Huh, that’s strange. Where is that cat? Mr.Whiskers! Dinner!” She calls out again and heads toward our bedroom to look for him there.

“Jessica, wait!” She turns toward me expectantly, “Baby, why don’t you come sit down.” She looks at me hesitantly, but comes and sits next to me on the couch anyway. I take her hands in mine and look deeply into her eyes.

“Jess, you know I love you more than anything right? You give my life purpose. You are the light in my darkness, the yin to my yang. You complete me-”

“Dorian, what did you do?” She questions and flawless raises one eyebrow. She’s on to me.

“Okay, please please please don’t hate me for this, but I realized today that I kind of ran out of blood bags and it’s been so long since I’ve fed yanno? With the holidays and meeting your parents and everything, our lives have been kinda hectic. The point is, I was starving. It was really bad and I couldn’t just go out and find some blood cuz it was daylight and all.” I’m blabbering and I can’t stop. I get this way when I’m nervous; I just start talking and don’t shut up! I can see the realization start dawning in her eyes on where this story is going, and I know I just have to rip off the bandaid, “I may have accidentally used Mr.Whiskers as a replacement blood bags…”

“You did WHAT?” She shrieks and stands up, yanking her hands from mine.

“Jess, please. I know it’s awful and I am an absolutely deplorable human being. Well, vampire I guess I can’t really call myself human anymore. I’m more of human non-being. A human been you might say?” I’m doing it again. I shake my head and lower it in shame.

“Dorian, I can’t believe you blood sucked my cat!” She states horrified.

“Please Jessica, please understand that it was an accident. My instincts just kind of took over and I blacked out. I am so so sorry.” I plead with her. She releases a heavy sigh and collapses back onto the couch. She dramatically rubs her temples and peeks at me through her fingers.

“I am so mad at you. I forgive you and I love you, but I am so mad.” She confesses and glares at me. Her eyes are stormy grey eyes alight with irritation, but I’m beyond relieved to hear her forgive me.

“Thank you so much Jess for understanding. I feel awful.”

“Well, you should feel awful. You killed my cat!” She huffs and crosses her arms, “Don’t think I’m going to just let you off the hook for this.”

“Jess, I will take whatever punishment you deem severe enough for the crimes I committed.” I say, looking into her eyes with complete sincerity. She lets out a tiny laugh and I know she’s starting to warm back up to me.

“We have to have a funeral. We can bury him at the park; I think he would’ve liked that.”

“Whatever you want babe. This cat will have the most extravagant funeral in the history of cat funerals!”

[monohart]

green tea. (college!au)

ft. wong yukhei and post-midnight fluff.

i wrote this for a friend but she doesn’t know i wrote it for her and i didn’t know she actually isn’t stressed anymore but she secretly reads my stuff so i guess she’ll see it when she sees it hehe

you were on the verge of breaking down when you realised how many things you had to get done before next week.

and when your boyfriend yukhei called you that night, you gave one worded replies which made you depressed because you were actually looking forward to talking to him all day, but you just couldn’t get any words out

he noticed. but when he asked, you couldn’t even answer what was wrong because

because everything was wrong and there was nothing right

you hung up after a while to focus on your work, but yukhei

oh boy, yukhei..

he tried going to sleep early because dang he had a tiring day too

but he ended up tossing and turning for ages as he thought about how sad and tired you sounded..

and how you were probably be curled up in a small blanket cocoon, all alone in your small, cold room....

... probably sniffling and listening to hyukoh or dean to try and sooth your moment of depression....

and that did it.

he grabbed his keys and a hoodie and slipped out of the dorms

on the way he made a detour to the 24/7 hour cafe to grab something warm for you

he knew you liked to drink green tea late at night because it was soothing.

and he smiled proudly as he made his way to your place with the warm drink in his hands.

just imagining you sitting up from that blanket cocoon and watching him walk in with big doe eyes made him giddy

anyway though, on the other side of town...

you were actually wide awake

you were sitting at your brightly lit desk, pondering over a concept you had a lot of trouble understanding.

when yukhei arrived, he placed the tea on your desk and then made himself comfortable on your bed

you didn’t even notice smh

it took you a few minutes to acknowledge the elephant in your room.

yes, a literal baby elephant because he took up your entire bed smh

you turned away from your laptop to look at him.

he already tucked himself comfortably in your bed and was staring at you with a coy smile

your heart stopped right then and there im telling u

that lazy look in his eyes, his unruly hair that was sticking up in different directions.. the shy, innocent curve of his lips that formed just by gazing at your back

the urge to drop your work and pounce on him was real

but

you held yourself and picked up your pen again

and he let you be, because he was partly relieved that you weren’t completely shut down like how he thought you were, but he was also so damn proud??

like.. damn that’s my woman right there...

look at her working that sexy brain of hers.... damn.

while he watched you work, he took in small details

like how long your hair had gotten over the past few months

it was long enough for you to bunch it in a messy bun that sat on the top of your head

he still remembered the first time y’all met, your id photo was the one where you had bangs

literally your worst photo ever.

it was from years and years ago and somehow you haven’t changed it yet

but somehow he liked it and found your panicked smile in the photo absolutely adorable

then he started giggling at the thought of that picture

and it made you jump and lose your train of thought

“wong yukhei i don’t mean to be rude but it’s almost 2am what are you actually doing here?”

he answers your question but he does so while sitting up and running his large ass hands through his locks

you actually want to die

and then he shrugs nonchalantly and tells you that he’s here as your lucky charm

you sigh and looked away with that really deflated look in your eyes, and he immediately went

ohshitohshitohshitohshit

and push the blankets aside to move behind you

and because you were sitting on your desk chair, he had to bend over

in order drape his long arms around your shoulder

and rest his chin on your shoulder to peer at your work

he was warm and smelled fresh

like he just came out of the shower or something

it wasn’t like the usual cologne he’d wear when going out

which you also loved

but it was just that smell of him

anyway

“oh, you’re stuck on that?? i took that subject last year and i aced it. let me tutor you.”

you frown and turn your face to glare at him, with a whole list of rebuttals

but

holy shit

that boy

already had his head turned, waiting for you

and when you glared at him, he leant forward just a hair, to kiss you

and suddenly you felt like you drank 9 cups of caffeine in one go

he was so soft and warm and you didn’t want to let go

so you chewed lazily on his bottom lip as you held his cheek

and idk how long you did that for but it must’ve been quite a while because his back was sore

“uh.. babe.. can’u let go o’m’lip..”

“no.”

“but m’back’urts.”

“no.”

he wasn’t going down without a fight so he caught you off guard by picking you up with his strong arms

holy shit

and carrying you to the bed

all in one swift movement

and by then you were shrieking and attempting to kick him but

he d0dged the heCk

cause you kicked him once before during a ~fun~ soccer play-off and it hurt like hell

anyway

you finally gave up when your back hit the mattress and the whole bed went nYOOM at the sudden weight of both you and your boyfriend

who btw

was shrieking now

actually he was just laughing but boy can’t keep his voice down

and you scold him because its late and you didn’t want to wake the whole house

“also, how the hell did you get in, the front door was locked?”

he grins his hecking cheesy grin that you hate but love so much

so you turned your body to face him

and closed your eyes and puckered your lips

boy caught on immediately 

good job, yukhei

so he leant in while placing his warm hands on your waist

and you waited to feel his soft lips on yours

but

uh..

you opened your eyes a hair to peek at what on earth was taking him so long

and you find him staring at you with his gummy smile

and you frown but he just blinks a couple times and continues to stare

“is something on my face??”

he nods wordlessly but really just continues to study every curvature and every little detail on your face.

“where??”

you move your hands to your cheeks and nose and forehead and eyelids and feels around for anything that isn’t supposed to be there

“yukhei... what is it, take it off for me..”

he lets out a small chuckle at your whines and then he

dramatically

clears his throat

“i would love to but i can’t.”

you were about to snap back a reply but he pressed a finger to your lips before continuing

“have you heard of this thing called beauty? yeah, cause that’s all over your face right now and it’s actually been there for a really long time but i just haven’t to-”

when you throw your arms around him and attack him with kisses, he almost tumbles off your small bed

but he wanted to keep his cool yanno

like

he wasn’t gonna accidentally fall off a bed.. especially not after that applause worthy speech

but you could instantly tell he lost his balance for a quick sec because he let out a quiet gasp against your skin and

and then you were laughing

and he started laughing too

he was laughing because heck yes!!! he missed that smile of yours

you didn’t know but he had been waiting all day to see you smile

and it was just so satisfying

like a breath of fresh air

y’all lay there like that for quite a moment.. to catch your breath i guess

and the prospect of studying crawled back into his mind.. obviously..

and into yours too

but he didn’t want to ask you about it just yet

because you needed a break.. just to lift your head above all the stress

forget about the complex concepts for just a second

and appreciate the little things around you

which he was able to make you do and damn he was a proud lil boy..

so proud of himself.

but

all of a sudden you sat up

and he sat up too

cautiously

(because he was literally on the edge of your small bed)

“holy shit is that...”

you recognised the scent way too well

it was the familiar smell of all-nighters

the familiar smell that calmed your senses and 

that little feeling you get when you realise you’re doing well with your work and that you’ve come further than you have since the beginning of the night.

it was sitting there.

it was sitting peacefully on your desk, still warm and untouched.

“wong yukhei, i love you.”

he followed your gaze and laughed.

yeah, green tea.

[sailor-cresselia]

Zi-O 14: Raw viewing

Hm. Hmmm. HMMM.

omoshiroi.

Here’s the liveblog for Zi-O 14, pre-subs.

These are apparently taking me several hours to watch now, since I’m taking notes live, and with checking the wiki to get names right and backing up frequently to check images and figure out what I can actually hear. Whoops.

(WOW that phrase comes in handy.)

Woz, where’d you go – oh, so the clock’s not just some sort of Aesthetic Background. It’s actually there.

Okay, I can’t tell if he’s pissed because Sougo’s kinda dead, or because he’s not the reason Sougo’s kinda dead, but Geiz is pissed.

Aw. I think he might actually care.

“Can’t you just tell them that I’m right here?”

“They wouldn’t believe me.”

Urgh, I can’t actually get what they’re saying. I THINK it’s along the lines of:

Takeru: “So, I’m the only one who can see you, and it ‘might’ be because of this.” He pulls out the Ghost watch.

Sougo: “Ohhhh. So Geiz is headed to see the past you.”

Takeru: “Wait, what? The past?!” (oh god no not time travel again!)

(Re: the opening)

HEY WAIT.

Apparently, episode 11 was the last time that the final shot of the Opening had that uncomfortable ‘burning page reversing itself while grainy footage of Zi-o on his bike’ sequence. Episode 12 turned it to being a straight shot of Zi-o Riding his bike straight at the camera between two jets of flame. I only noticed watching 14, just now, but huh. I thought the only changes that had happened so far were the shots of the Time Jackers updating.

I’ll have to check on that later.

Ohh… Another Ghost immediately went after the crane operator… that’s really heartbreaking.

(Geiz, bud, what’s with the terrible green-screen? Your transformation’s usually better done than that.)

Hora: Come on, we need to kick Geiz’s butt in the past.

Tsukasa: Pft. Plebe. I can travel on my own, thanks. (proceeds to open a dimensional portal of his own)

Thank you for not summoning the hoodies this time, Geiz.

Enter Ryuki!Decade… who promptly changes to Ghost!Decade… oh, this could be good. (I paused mid transformation to write, mind you.)

The rules of time travel say that only one version of a rider’s powers can exist at a time. Somehow, the Another Riders count as this, but the Ride Watches don’t, which bugs me. But now… We have Another Ghost present, Geiz is using the Ghost Watch, and Decade is about to use the Ghost Card.

How will this play out… (spoiler alert to 2:00 am samantha from 3:30 am samantha: it made absolutely no difference. drat.)

SURE, you’ll let TSUKASA be spooky, but what about Takeru, huh? HUH?!?

Okay, so Geiz just summoned Musashi and Edison. Another Ghost has Robin Hood and Newton. Tsukasa got Billy the Kid and… um. I think that’s Beethoven? Yup. Beethoven.

OUCH. Geiz’s losing streak continues, with a distressing looking slash from the Gan Gun Saber, followed by a pair of Rider Kicks from Ghost!Decade and Another Ghost.

That red-and-black aesthetic of Another Ghost’s Emblem behind his kick though… Mm. Yes. This is still such a good Another Rider look. … and actually, this is the first time since Another Build and Another Ex-aid that we’ve seen this much of an Another Rider using their bases powers, isn’t it? Build was making bottles and using them, and Ex-aid was summoning bugster mooks. Okay, that’s admittedly actually a Bugster thing, but he was also generating game areas, so it still counts.

Hm. No sequence breaking for us, it would seem. Decade just wiped the Ghost Watch, turning it blank… and tossed Geiz the Decade Watch before taking off.

Interesting.

Or we could have some compeletely different sequence breaking, seeing as how Takeru had to pilot the time mazine for Sougo. Yanno, due to incorporeality. THEY landed just before Mika’s brother dies, as opposed to Geiz landing just after.

I hate to say this, but Nani The F*ck? So clearly, inherently magical Takeru can also force shove objects, because he just deflected the beams before they could hit either Mika or her brother. So now he can’t become Another Ghost, which sends Sougo back to his body… in 2018. While 21-year-old!Takeru is now in 2015. Where spooky!18-year-old!Takeru is supposed to also be.

Oh deary. So Heure pulls out the blank watch he was going to use to make Another Ghost, and summons a bunch of Ganma mooks with it. Fine, good, he’s ticked, makes sense. They attack 21!Takeru. Fine, fine.

Makoto shows up, asking why Takeru isn’t transforming.

He’s asking 21!Takeru – who, being from an altered timeline, does not remember being Ghost (allegedly).

“Oh, right, I’m a Kamen Rider. Makoto, let’s go!”

Mind you, Makoto is played by the same actor as always, and clearly neither of these men have aged a much more than a day since 2015, since they still look pretty much identical. This is for the best, because otherwise we’d have to wonder why Makoto doesn’t catch that suddenly Takeru (who should not be aging in 2015) looks bit older than he ought to.

((Takeru: Oh, man, I’m out of practice, last time I did this was December, one year ago for me, two years from now… I might be stuck here… ~oh well~ ~not like I haven’t gone off script like thirty different ways before~))

I don’t know what just happened in the hospital (2018) but I do not like it. That was very uncomfortable to watch. I can get that the whole Sougo-going-back-to-his-body thing just was undone, since Another Ghost exists again, but. What was Woz explaining? And he didn’t move when he said ‘waga maou.’ That was… that wasn’t a thought sound effect for that, the ‘stylization’ for thoughts and narrative are about the same, and they aren’t as faint as that. That felt like… idk, a telepathy thing?

~It’s not Ghost without sister issues~

Takeru: (oh no oh no I think we pulled it off? Maybe? Oh no Makoto’s looking at you say something)

Takeru: Uh, okay, uh, hey, Makoto, give the other Takeru my regards.

Makoto: ???

(exit: stage future)

Geiz is worried. That is a worried Geiz. And a stressed Sougo. And an uncle who is definitely faking his usual, already awkward laughter.

Sougo’s uncle has too many dishes ready to not have known there were extra people coming.

(Hee, Narita’s got Akari’s Shiranui cannon! And they mentioned her by name! Eee!)

TEAM WORK. THIS IS THE BEST THEMATIC TEAMWORK YESSSSS.

Sougo using the Ex-Aid watch with his mech is cool enough – it gets the same hammers that he does.

And then Geiz comes in with Genm. AND THE PURPLE WARP PIPES YESSSSS!

Is that. That’s the Cross-z watch.

MECHA BUILD AND CROSS-Z UGH YES.

Bottle boyfriend mecha RIDER KICK!

Hm. More mook summoning, by Another Ghost this time, ala Ex-Aid and OOO.

Pft-ahahaha.

I love Tsukasa’s reaction to Woz’s speech.

Tsukasa: What. What are you doing.

And Woz just growls.

NEAT. I knew that the Decade Armor let Zi-o get the Mid-forms of the Legend Riders, but I didn’t think of how that screen variant of the helmet could come into play with it. It shows the Zi-o-with-Decade color scheme before he changes, and when he puts in the Build watch… it’s shuffling, kind of like a character select screen – or cards being dealt. You can see Ex-Aid most clearly going by, but I can tell there were others.

Welcome back, RabbitTank Sparkling!

And Tsukasa just tells Woz to shut up and grabs his book. Was he always like this? Because I’m liking the snark.

I don’t know what this sword is called but I really really like it. Not only are the Ex-aid sound effects back in English, but it let him summon Max Flare, Funky Spike, and Midnight Shadow’s tires! (fangirl squeal)

Welcome back, Grateful!

“Why did I give him my watch? Eh. Thought it’d be interesting.”

(I think that’s about what he was saying? Ish? Approximately?)

Hang on, that screen? The mask for Decade is a Zi-o variant, but RabbitTank Sparkling and Grateful are their usual appearances.

And now Geiz has someone he wants to punch even more than he does Sougo or Woz.

So, overall...

Interesting indeed, Tsukasa. Interesting indeed.

[tsegss]

Tyler Seguin: You Don’t Have Me Part 17

masterlist

author's note: ok so I know this one is short and basically just some filler but the last three are coming soon so stay tuned (: 

word count: 1,014

As soon as the thought popped into your head you sprung into action, trying to go before the courage left your body. Opening your laptop up, you got on the internet and searched for flights. You had thought about just going to the airport and getting one there but that sounded complicated and the thought alone stressed you out. So, you booked one online. It left tonight, in approximately five hours, which gave you just enough time to pack and not talk yourself out of going.

You threw some clothes in a suitcase, not packing anything particularly cute but not not-cute either, because subconsciously you knew you were going to get him back, and you did want to look nice. But not like you were trying to look nice either- just effortlessly beautiful.

You thought about telling someone that you were leaving town, like Anna or one of your friends, but you knew they would talk you out, and you needed to get to the bottom of this- face to face. There would be no more drunk phone calls, or interruptions- just the two of you, trapped together until you reached a reasonable conclusion. And while you didn’t want to, you were mentally prepared for the fact that you could potentially leave and return to Dallas as a single woman.

Surprisingly enough, though, the nerves only started to hit you as the plane started to take off. And as much as you tried to hide your emotions, you knew they were making their way to the surface.

“Nervous flyer?”

“Oh no. I’m just thinking.”

“Anything in particular, you look nervous.” You paused, not sure if you should trust the woman sitting next to you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” She said. “I’m a psychiatrist.”

Well, this is going to be a fun three hours.

“It’s okay.” You smiled lightly. “I’m going to see my ex-boyfriend.” You hesitated at the end not knowing what to specifically call Tyler.

“Are you sure he’s your ex?” She asked. “Sorry, you just sounded hesitant.”

“Well, I don’t know.” You said before starting in on the long history between the two of you. Which, granted was unnecessary. But, it was nice go get the view of a third party, and she was obviously interested, as she kept asking you questions.

As you got her caught up, she stopped you. ”So, essentially what you’re telling me is that you’re afraid that ultimately he’ll hurt you if you tell him you love him.”

“Well, I didn’t think so.” You trailed off.

Just out of curiosity, how have your other relationships ended?” She asked, and you began to think, glancing at the map on the screen telling you that you were right above Illinois. “Honestly, not well.” You admitted. “I guess I don’t have the best track record. And I just really don’t want to screw this one up, yanno?”

She laughed lightly before nodding. “I think, because you’ve said that, you won’t.” She started in on how the mind makes decisions and a whole bunch of science-y things, but you kind of spaced out as you tried to wrap your mind around the whole conversation. “But.” She started. “You need to tell him how you feel, honestly. That’s the only way things are going to even start getting better.”

You smiled at her, trying to conceal your anxiety ridden body, but you realized you hadn’t been doing a good job, as she took your hand gently. Your head whipped back at her, surprised at the action, which was imminent on your face.

“You’re shaking.” She said, and you immediately felt embarrassed, having to practically be babysat by a person you had met just a few hours ago on a plane. “Don’t be worried, especially because if he loves you as much as I think he does, the two of you will be fine.”

“You think so?” You asked.

“I’ve been doing this a long time, and this is only the third time I’ve done a session on the plane.” She laughed lightly, before putting in her headphones and flipping open her book, leaving you alone, to look out the window and think about what you were going to say. Or, rather how you were going to say it.

And, it took you the whole hour and fifteen minutes you had left in the flight to figure it out.

Thankfully, the airport wasn’t super crowded so you were able to navigate it pretty easily, and since you only took a small duffel bag you didn’t even need to wait at the baggage retrieval area. Now, all you needed to do was rent a car to his house, and since it was a Friday, you knew he would be up at the lake. You just prayed that he wouldn’t have anyone else there, because, talk about awkward.

It took you about an hour to get a car, but once you did and started driving the familiar roads to his cottage, you could feel the biggest knots ever forming in your stomach. You didn’t know whether or not this would be a good thing or a bad thing. But, either way, it was a thing you needed. So, you pulled into his driveway, putting your car in park before shutting off the engine, taking a deep breath before you slinging your duffel over your shoulder and stepping out of the car.

You walked up slowly, your whole body shaking, still giving yourself enough time to back out. But, as soon as you walked up to the door, you could hear the dogs start to bark. You heard Tyler try to shush them but it was no use as soon as you knocked on his door. You watched the knob as it turned open, seeing a disheveled Tyler in front of you, his jaw practically on the ground.

“Hi.” You breathed, your eyes finding his.

“What are you doing here?” He froze as his trio of labs swarmed you, tails wagging and licking every inch of your legs.

“We need to talk.” You said.

[yourjughead]

Green Tea and Google ONESHOT

Synopsis: you and your Riverdale friends all live together while in college or//working. You and Jughead have a certain...rocky relationship and regularly are at each other's throats. One day Jughead pushes you over the edge....in more ways than one Pairings: Jughead x reader Warnings: Swearing and smut A/N: wrote this mostly from "your" point of view. Write the smut in first person and think I prefer writing it in 3rd person (unless otherwise requested). Sorry it's kinda long. ---------------------------------------------------------- Y/N pov (psssst that's you dolly) “FORSYTHE!!!!!!” i screamed so loud at the top of the stairs that Forsythes across the globe were shaking in their boots. I had never been so angry in my entire time living with my friends. I'm going to kill him. “Jesus Christ y/n I was in the kitchen not Kenya!” He meets me at the bottom of the stairs and with one glance at what’ in my hand he takes off running in the opposite direction. “OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN” I shout wielding my laptop in one hand and a fist in the other as I chased him around the house. Brazen brat. Erases everything from my laptop and thinks I won't notice. I chased him around the island unit in the kitchen before he took off into the sitting room. As I launched after him a weight was thrown into my waist as I was hauled up and onto Archie's shoulder “ARCHIIIIIIIE PUT ME DOWN” Archie carried me to the sitting room fireman style after Jughead as I struggled against him. “CALM DOWN Y/N! I'm sure whatever he did we can fix again! Jesus stop kneeing me!” He says pulling against the urge to drop me. I stop fighting him and let my body go limp before taking in a deep breath, Archie still keeps slung over his shoulder. “Oh my God what is it this time I could hear the screaming from the drive!!” Betty comes in from work throwing her coat on a hook thankful for Friday but annoyed to have to witness more Jughead and I based drama. “That BASTARD broke my laptop” I attempted to gesture to Jughead who was standing safely on the other side if the couch. “I didn't mean to honestly! I was wiping my search history and...and just did too good a job at it…” i.am.going.to.kill.him…..as soon as I get down from here. “WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT DID YOU GOOGLE FOR CHRIST SAKE! MY ASSIGNMENT THAT IS DUE MONDAY IS GONE! ITS 50% OF MY GRADE YOU TOOL!” “I..I...I…” stuttering? He'll be doing worse than stuttering when my fist is in his mouth. “Why didn't you use your own laptop Jughead?” Betty asked holding back a laugh. “Don't you remember? Y/N SPILLED HER FREAKING CHI GREEN LATTA FRAPPE MOCHACHINNO ON IT AND BROKE IT!” Is he really going to yell at me? To say our relationship was fragmented would be the least you could. “OH FOR FUCK SAKE IT WAS GREEN TEA AND I SPILLED IT CAUSE YOU FRIGHTENED  ME!” I retorted.... loudly “Oh my God would you too hurry up and have sex already for God sake” Kevin leaned in the doorway. Jughead and I looked at Kevin and then back at each other in shock then disgust. Okay, first kill Jughead, then take care of Kevin. I took a deep breath. “Okay Archie, please will you put me down, I am zen” I tried as calmly as I could possibly muster. “Emm I don't think…” “I SAID IM FUCKING ZEN” I cut across him “Ahem I mean, I am zen Archibald now please let me down.” Archie glanced at Jughead who looked genuinely frightened. Good. “Okay but promise you won't attempt to kill Jughead we need him to pay his share of the rent or we'll be thrown out” “cheers” Jughead nodded sarcastically at Archie. Archie slowly let me down. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen and back retrieving a dish of water and a broom. The four watching me the entire time. I stood on the couch side table and put the dish of water to the ceiling “Arch come prop this up with the broom I have to show ye something mad I learned today in my totally calm rational state of mind” Archie rolled his eyes at me and did so. I calmly jumped down and marveled at Archie holding the dish to the ceiling with the handle of the broom. “Now so….now that you can't move and stop me without soaking yourself and the house...COME HERE JUGHEAD!” I flew over the couch and right at Jughead catching him off guard while Archie couldn't decide what to do. Betty and kevin were keeled over laughing. ~~~~~ It had been some time since I had pinned Jughead to the ground and hit his chest while Kevin hauled me up and Betty assisted with the Archie and the dish as they both still laughed. Archie, not so impressed. I laid on my bed, laptop on in front of me, staring at a blank screen. I'm fucked. I couldn't hold back any longer and in the solace of my room the tears began to fall. My whole future is going down hill all because Jughead can't work fucking Google. I thought I was being nice offering my laptop, last time I ever be nice to anyone. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out sigh trying to stop the crying. A soft knock came to the door. Everyone should be asleep. I rubbed at my face quickly to get rid of the tears hoping it would be Veronica or Archie so I could just openly cry into my best friends chests. I opened the door and Jughead rushed in past me with such speed, obviously afraid I would have closed it immediately on seeing him. He would have been correct. Jughead, in his dressing gown, paced the room as I closed the door softly. “Jughead….can you please just...not.” I am truly shocked to see him. “Y/N I am so sor...have you been crying?” I turn away from him. “Umm…” he continues “anyway I'm really really sorry for what I did but you have to know it wasn't like a vendetta or anything and usually I wouldn't care if I hurt you but...well I mean obviously to a certain extent I mean I don't want to see you in real pain” “Jughead; you're rambling. Stop’ I interject still not looking at him. “Oh yeah sorry anyway I'm sorry and and and  I'm here to help you write your thing and I know I don't know a lot about your major but I don't want you to stress over something I did...well not to this extent and I took Archie's laptop so maybe I can do research and yanno I might learn something and you'd get it done and” “Jug, rambling” “Sorry sorry...please don't be mad at me anymore I am really sorry, I know we don't always...I know we never get on but I'm still your friend in a weird us way aren't I?” I have no reply to that. I don't know why I did what I did, I blame exhaustion and stress, but I turned on my heels and threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. This definitely shocked him and he at first braced for pain but soon realised i was not directing any malice towards him. I mean I nearly squished the life out of the bastard but it wasn't out of hate. I made it worse by then practically sobbing into his chest “I am a terrible human being” he whispered, dropping his school bag next to him and pulling me closer, arms around my waist.  “Yeah kinda” I laugh through sobs and he returns a smile. He chuckles softly. After a moment or two of just standing like that I break from him and dry my eyes with my sleeve. I threw myself down on the bed and replaced the laptop on my knees. I had to edge over a little so Jughead could sit next to me but it was fine. A Little more than fine….shut up y/n I have to focus. I gave him a quick debrief and we both set to work. This is kinda odd. Jughead and I. Together. Not killing each other. It's different. It's odd. It's...it's not bad. As 3 am rolled around my head began to weigh heavy and it slumped down onto Jugheads shoulder. I had over ¼ written, I deserved a power nap. “Alright y/n that's enough for tonight” Jughead whispered and took the laptops and put them both on the bedside locker. I shameless put up no fight. I felt Jughead slowly slip from under me. “Where are you going” wow I was groggy. “Umm back to my room?” he whispered “Oh...why don't you just stay there you'll wake the house leaving and then Veronica will bury her heel in your head” I squinted up at him only half aware of what I just said. Had I just asked jughead to stay in bed with me? Have I lost my mind? “Um yeah makes sense” he said with a small smile. I went out like a light after he squished in next to me and we curled into each other. I woke to the sunlight crossing my eyes as I rested my head on Jugheads chest. I snuggled back down into him, legs all tangled under the duvet. Wait what? I shot up with such speed that Jughead nearly fell out of the bed. “Oh my God what's wrong y/n?” he said stretching and with an eye closed trying to adjust to the sun “I just woke up next to you that's what's wrong! Oh God you have to leave before someone sees you they'll never let it go….especially Kevin" I say panicked throwing myself backwards onto the bed inhaling and exhaling loudly. “Hahah don't worry y/n we didn't do anything” he said rolling back towards me and throwing his arm over me. “Lie closer you were blocking the sun for me a second ago” I hit him into the chest but still for some reason obeyed, curling back into him. Once again I shot back up “OH MY GOD I NEED TO WRITE MY ASSIGNMENT!” I say this time actually pushing him from the bed. “For fuck sake okay okay I'm going to get us coffee, you start” Jughead PoV Oh my God I just woke up next to y/n and now I have to sneak out of her room like we did something bad. I crept out of her room and began walking down the stairs, totally lost in thoughts of her. “Hey Jughead do you..” “NOTHING I DID NOTHING” woah okay Jughead let's not scream Archie off his half of the stairs. “Umm...okay I'm going to pretend that's not super suspicious….do you have my laptop?” “Yeah it's in y/ns room” shit.shit.shit don't ask about it don't ask about it. Archie raised an eyebrow “oh..oh right okay and why is it in her room?” A smile started to grow on his face “wait...did you just come out of her room?...Jughead did you and y/n…” “Nononononono” I say brushing past him and down the rest of the stairs, him hot on my heels.Oh crap he's not going to leave this go. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones III did you and y/n..” “Archie! Don't you dare finish that sentence!” His smile went from small to a full on blinding grin. “Jughead you dog!” he said shoving me playfully “but seriously, hurt her and I'll bury you under the patio” going from lighthearted to dead serious very quickly, Archie's style. “I wont...wait a second, nothing happened Archie I swear, I was helping her with her assignment and we just fell asleep that's all nothing else happened” “I seeeeeee” he clearly did not see as I turned on the coffee maker. “Did you want something to happen?” Okay that question caught me totally off guard, like pulling up to a junction and then being hit by a train. “Ohhhhhh Juggy likes y/n Juggy likes y/n, called it” “Shhh shut up she could hear you!” “Oh you didn't deny it” he punched me into the arm probably harder than he intended...or maybe it was another overprotective friend thing. “Look Archie I..I really don't know I find her totally mesmerizing...but also so insanely frustrating” I rubbed my hand across my eyes trying to stop the headache y/n was forming in my mind. “Oh dude you've got it so bad for herrrr” he said once again pushing me. “Okay seriously Arch I'm going to need you to stop doing that you're going to bruise me! Look it doesn't matter anyway y/n doesn't like me like that, she doesn't and won't” I throw myself down on the kitchen counter, sitting defeated drinking coffee while y/ns brews. …...wait Archie hasn't said anything to that and I've known him for too long to not know that that means he knows something. “Archie….what do you know?!” I put down the coffee and slipped off the counter “What….i...i know nothing” stuttering? Oh he's lying. I caught him by the shoulders and made him meet my eyes. “Archie...you need to tell me right now if I have even the slightest shot with y/n” I had never spoken to him with such pointedness. My eyes were searching his for an answer, any answer at all. “Yeah...yeah Jughead I might know something” and then he told basically the story of y/n. How she had liked me since we were kids and didn't think I had any interest so that's why she had that stint dating Reggie, that's really when our fighting went into overdrive. Then we all moved in together and Reggie’ jealousy went insane and they broke up. She then realized she still really liked me, but again, thought I had no interest and so here we are, killing each other. “So wait...does she like me now or not?!” “Do you like her?” “We're not talking about me right now we're talking about her! Well?!” “Yeah Jughead...yeah she still likes you...oh God she's going to kill me” I stepped back from him. I definitely looked shock. Then I just took off. Took off running up the stairs taking two steps at a time as Archie called after me to Be Careful. I stopped outside her door, hovering my hand over the handle. Oh God oh God oh God what am I doing what am I doing. Okay okay okay, don't think for once, just act jug. Just go for it. Y/N Pov I sat typing away, I .now had almost half of it done thank fuck. Suddenly Jughead comes flying in the door, slamming it behind him. He practically runs over to the bed and takes the laptop from me and throws it on the bean bag. “Umm okay then, jughead trying to break the screen too” I laugh at the bizarre raven-haired boy. He lunged forward on to the bed and was suddenly on top of me hovering above me. Oh my God what is happening. What is happening. This isn't happening. Please let it be happening. I could see the absolute fear in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed me. Oh it is happening. He pulled away from me looked in my eyes so apologetically and scared and I couldn't help but laugh. “I am so sor..” I pulled him back into the kiss before he could finish the apology. He smiled into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “This.is.crazy” he said between kisses. “Good crazy I hope” “The best crazy” he said kissing me again “Wanna get a little crazier” I say running my fingers through his hair. “What did you have in mind” his smile was a little twisted and his eyes lustful as he meet my lips more harshly as I giggled. I sat up to pull off my shirt biting his bottom lip before doing so. I threw my shirt away while he took off his. I ran my hands down his muscled chest as he began to nip at my bare one. I moaned at his tender bite. I reached and grazed his bulge with my hand and was met with a groan. I shimmied out of my bed shorts as he kicked off his track pants. “Y/N are you sure you wanna do this?” “Yeah Definitely” I say pawing his torso again. “Okay” laughs as he reattaches himself to my neck. I let out a whimper as he roams my body with his hands. He's going to give me so much crap for that one. “I'm going to give you so much crap for that" he smiles. My turn. I began kissing down his neck, biting slightly as I went until a high moan came from him. I began to abuse this spot completely. Yup, that's going to leave a mark. His hardness pressed against me and is driving me insane. I bucked my hips slightly against him and he let out a groan. Sweet friction. “Okay I can't hold on any longer, I need you” he's eyes dark with lust. I reached for my bedside locker and retrieved a condom. He slipped it on while I kicked off my underwear. Jughead slowly inched his was inside me and I gripped his shoulders digging my nails in. He adjusted his hand to support himself while using the other to play with me.. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as he began to move and breath heavily. "Oh fuck Jughead" "Fuck me y/n" I pulled him down so I could go back to biting at his neck as he began to speed up his movements. I broke from his neck as my head tilted back. I bucked my hips to his and lost it as he hit my g-spot. “Don't stop Jug I'm so close” I moaned. He too began to moan at the feeling of my walls tightening around him. The tightening band in my stomach finally snapped as I moaned out his name in sweet sweet bliss. Jughead grunted as he rode out his orgasm. My legs still wrapped around him shaking and hands on his shoulders. He's so hot. He pulled out after a moment and breathlessly collapsed next to me. “Wow” he sighed “Wow....don't tell kevin he’ll give himself an aneurysm haha” returned, pulling the duvet around us. He put his arm around me and pulled me in. “i know you loved me since we were kids and all but..” “wait what? how did you kno...I'm going to kill Archie….or thank him I haven't decided yet” jughead chuckled ((oh I hate that word)) in response to my indecisiveness. “You should break my laptop more often y/n” I scoff in return “are you kidding me it was your fault!” “Don't argue with your boyfriend or I'll withold sex” he laughed then regretted it, I could tell by the way he shifted. “Boyfriend?” “Um yeah sorry I just assumed sorry I made it awkward…” “No it's okay….besides isn't it the girlfriends secret power to withhold sex” His laugh was genuine and dripping with relief. We lay there for a moment tangled and enjoying the last of or highs. Oh wait. Shit. I sat up quickly and once again knocked Jughead to the floor. “I have to finish my assignment!!!” “Orrrrrrr” jughead purred as he caught my wrist and pulled me down on the floor on top of him. “Really?” I smiled “Yeah...why not I should be able to have sex with my girlfriend if she and I are both cool with it” “See, you could never withhold sex” He scoffs, “not with you I couldn't” he smiles and smirks me again. Bliss.

[fevers-and-flus-blog]

Ayeee it’s my first time writing Voltron. (Also format might be wonky bc, yanno, writing on phones is hard).

The ending is suuuper abrupt I’m sorry, I hit that typical sick!fic wall.

📚: College au, sick!keith, klance

***

Keith wakes up in a panic. He bolts straight up in bed, hands immediately cupping his throat. It takes a few disoriented moments before Keith realizes where he is: his bedroom, stuffed into his twin sized excuse for a bed, and tucked tightly against Lance.

It was a dream, Keith tells himself, with a quick shake to the head. It was a dream, but he can barely remember what it was about, the narrative falling threadbare like a spider web that’s been hastily wiped away. What he can remember is choking and the guttural, almost feral noise he made trying to breathe.

Keith forces his hands away from his neck and takes a deep, even breath. A sharp sting scrapes down his throat and he realizes that the pain isn’t nightmare residue, it’s real. And it’s not just his throat. Keith aches - his head, his muscles, his chest.

Last night he’d gone to bed with a ghosting feeling that something was wrong. He assumed it was anxiety over his physics midterm, which Keith had handled like he handled most things: worked until he literally couldn’t keep his eyes open, and then promptly passed out.

“Fuck,” Keith says lowly. His voice isn’t rough, but speaking still shoots through his throat like a lightning strike.

“Mmmm” Lance stirs and rolls over, throwing a hand across Keith’s lap. “Lets skip today.”

“Funny,” Keith says absently, pressing his hands to his eyes. “I have my midterm.”

“Whatever,” Lance yawns and pushes himself up with one arm. “I guess you can do that instead.”

Keith takes a measured breath.

Any second now Lance is going to notice something’s wrong. Keith’s skin prickles with anxiety.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to deal with Lance in caretaker mode. Keith actually thinks it’s endearing – watching Lance fuss over people always fills his chest with a warm rush of pride. It’s only that Keith hates to be the one fussed over, as a general rule.

Of course, Keith’s self-reflective silence is a red flag in itself. Lance squints up at keith. “Whats wrong?”

“Nothing,” Keith says.

“Liar,” Lance sits up and stretches. “You’re stressed about the midterm, right? Babe, you’re gunna kill it, you’re like literally the smartest person I know.”

“I’m just tired.” Keith says, after a beat.

“Huh, really? You passed out pretty early last night. Well, early for you.”

Keith hums in acknowledgment and crosses his arms. All he wants to do is lay back down and burrow under the comforter. A chill runs through him, and his body shudders.

“Are you cold?” Lance asks, concerned.

“No,” Keith says.

Lance’s eyes narrow. He reaches over and strokes Keith’s cheek, then settles the back of his hand on Keith’s forehead.

“You’re really warm.”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Hold on, I’m getting the thermometer.” Lance crawls over keith and walks into the bathroom.

“Lance…”

“What?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re working up to it, I can tell.”

“Keith,” Lance says with a sigh, holding out the thermometer. “If you’re sick, you’re sick. It’s not going to help you take your midterm.”

Keith stares at the thermometer with derision. “I don’t care.”

Lance frowns and sticks the thermometer between Keith’s lips. “Well, I do. Keep your mouth shut.”

Keith scowls as aggressively as he can while they wait for it to beep. It doesn’t take very long.

“102.4. Aw shit, you really are sick.”

“It’s okay.” Keith says again, but the thermometer reading confirms the deep, pulsing ache in his muscles.

“No it’s not,” Lance says, his brows furrowed. “You have a fever.”

“It’s just a cold.”

“It’s definitely not a cold.”

“Please, stop.”

“I really think you should stay home.”

“I can’t.” Keith says. Lance starts to protest again, but Keith cuts him off. “I actually can’t. This test is 20% of my grade.”

“You can reschedule.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Keith asks, frustrated.

“Not really,” Lance says. “You never take care of yourself.”

Keith has a lot he wants to say, none of it kind. Instead he bites down on his tongue so hard it fills his mouth with a metallic tang. “I’ll come back right after.”

Lance just stares.

“I’ll come back after, and I’ll nap, okay?” Keith’s voice is coiled tight, but he’s trying to find a middle ground that won’t spiral into an argument.

Lance searches Keith’s face and sighs, brushing his hair away from his forehead. “Fine, but only because you basically admitted defeat. And only if you take medicine before you go!!”

“Yes, Shiro.” Keith clears his throat and tries not to wince.

“Don’t tease me, I might actually call him.”

“I hate you,” Keith says, but means thank you.

“Yeah, I hate you too jerk.” Lance says, and means I love you.

***

Later that morning, Lance’s phone rings. It startles him, and he elbows the back of the chair with a fair amount of force.

“Shit, shit” Lance grabs his phone still cursing, and answers. “Pidge, what’s up?”

“Your boyfriend is drooling on me, that’s what’s up.”

Lance looks to the ceiling and considers his options. There’s no audience, so he tempers the dramatics and settles for an eye roll.

“That was fast. You both finished?”

“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be calling.”

“Yeesh, alright!”

“Sorry,” Pidge says, “I’m exhausted and I kind of want to kill everyone. But Keith’s a wreck.”

“He’s sick.”

“Yeah I know dummy. I made him sit down, he could barely keep his eyes open.”

“Want me to come get him?”

“Yeah. I’d carry him, but -”

“Pidge, you’re like 2 ft. tall.”

“Um, fuck you, I’m incredibly strong. I just have weak arms.”

“Like a T-Rex.”

“Just like a T-Rex, I’ve never loved you more. Now come collect Keith before he infects me.”

“Okay okay on my way, bye!!”

Lance pulls on a sweater, slips on some sneakers, and heads over to Cochran Hall. Keith and Pidge are sitting on a bench outside. Keith’s awake now, but barely. He’s resting his forearms on his knees, hunched over and grimacing.

“Heeeey,�� Lance says. “How’d it go?”

“Okay,” Keith coughs shallowly into his fist.

“This idiot couldn’t keep it together, Iverson almost kicked him out.”

“Shut up,” Keith says, shooting a dark look at Pidge. He wants to disappear, he hates this type of attention. More than that, he hates this type of weakness. He feels a little like a live wire - exposed and raw and dangerous.

Lance reaches out and puts a palm to Keith’s forehead. His humor evaporates, and he brings his hand down to the back of Keith’s neck. “You’re burning.”

“Yeah, he sounds terrible,” Pidge says to Lance. Keith coughs again, and this time it takes him a minute to find his breath. “You sound terrible.” Pidge repeats.

Keith flips her off with the last of his remaining stamina.

“I’ve got a comp sci midterm next, but I can help you guys get back to the apartment?”

“No, it’s okay,” Lance says, brushing his thumb across Keith’s heated skin a few times. “I’ve got him.”

“Okey dokey,” Pidge says, but she’s looking at Keith with concern. “Text me later asshole. So I know you’re okay?”

Keith nods. Everything around him feels once-removed, like he’s taking in information through a piece of dirty glass. He watches Pidge walk away and jolts when Lance grabs his arm.

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

Keith’s world sways.

“Woah, hey, Keith!” Lance grabs him tightly. “Do you need to sit?”

“No,” Keith says, out of habit. He’s starting to shiver, flashes of cold creeping through him. He’d been warm during the test earlier, so warm that he’d sweat through his shirt, which was thankfully hidden under his red, fraying hoodie.

“You sure?”

“Yes, sorry…” Keith trails off. His thoughts dart away from him like summer fireflies. He’s left with a pounding head and a loose tongue. “I don’t feel that good”

“Yeah,” Lance says, worry snaking through his voice. “I know. It’s okay. Let’s get you back home.”

The walk back is slow going. Keith notices the green of the grass and the way his sneakers scrape and scrape and scrape against the sidewalk.

Lance doesn’t notice anything but Keith.

When they get home, Lance sets Keith down on his bed.

“I’m gunna call Shiro”

“No,” Keith says.

“He can take us to the minute clinic.”

“I just wanna sleep, Lance.”

“Okay, okay.” He hesitates, “Let me just get your temperature, first.”

Lance waits for an argument. Keith knows he should protest, knows he’d normally want to protest, but instead he closes his eyes and puts his head back.

Lance sticks the thermometer under Keith’s tongue. It beeps shrilly, after only a moment.

Lance reads it and chews on his tongue. “103.9. Keith, babe. That’s - that’s really high.”

“I’m so tired,” Keith says.

“I know.” Lance says, with a hand pressed against Keith’s burning forehead. “Alright. Here, take some tylenol and lie down.”

Lance tries to help Keith out of his sweatshirt, but Keith swaps him away and tugs it off himself. He sloppily throws it to the corner of the room. His t-shirt is damp with sweat, and he tosses that too.

Keith loses time - it feels like each blink is a different dream.

Lance puts something cool on Keith’s forehead. Keith wants to say thank you but his mouth is heavy and his head is heavy and everything is better if he closes his eyes.

Lance grabs the soft knitted blanket at the foot of the bed and tucks it around Keith. He lets anxiety gnaw at his stomach while he watches Keith sleep. It’s a relief to worry openly, instead of pretending everything is fine.

It’s not that he’s never seen Keith sick, it’s just that he’s never seen Keith admit to being sick. And it happened so fast - Keith had been fine last night. It’s probably the flu but still, he wasn’t himself at all.

Lance watches Keith sleep some more. Eventually he crawls next to Keith in bed and tries to do some reading, but his hands keep finding their way back to Keith’s face, to test temperature and brush damp bangs back.

Lance doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up to whimpering. He’s up immediately, body thrumming with panic.

“Keith? Are you okay?”

Keith makes a small keening noise and curls deeper into himself. He’s shaking.

Lance can feel his own heartbeat in his ears.

“Babe, wake up,” he presses the back of his fingers against Keith’s cheek. Sharp, dry heat. He puts his palm on Keith’s forehead. “Jesus, you’re on fire.”

Lance blindly reaches out and feels around the bedside table for the thermometer. “C’mon I need you to wake up.”

Keith moans but blinks his eyes open slowly. “Lance? What’s - what’s…?” His breath hitches and he starts coughing. He coughs and coughs and coughs.

Lance rubs his back. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

For Keith, everything is topsy turvy.

Lance presses the thermometer against Keith’s teeth. “Put this under your tongue.”

Keith stares blankly.

“Open your mouth.”

Keith opens his mouth.

The thermometer beeps rapidly. 105.

Keith’s teeth are chattering together and Lance feels like he’s falling apart.

He calls Shiro with shaky hands.

“Hey buddy,” Shiro’s voice helps center Lance, “What’s up?”

“Keith’s really sick. I think we need to - can you drive us to the hospital?”