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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves.

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it.

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.)

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.”

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU”

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend”

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3*

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too

#haikyu #haikyu angst #haikyu fluff #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu-fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x you #atsumu angst #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu headcanons #signedwithane😌

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hispipsqueak · 4 years ago

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Moon and Stars

Tsukishima x F!Reader Fluff

A/N: I didn’t proofread this. I just had a lot of thoughts and needed to get them out and also I am kind of sick so yeah....my one braincell is barely functioning yall!

But I love Tsukishima with all of my heart and wanted something fluffy to make me feel better so I hope you enjoy it. <3 Pip

TW: mild cursing. some suggestive words from Kuroo but it’s pure fluff!

Tsukishima was a lot of things.

A good volleyball player, a smart museum employee, and a handsome guy.

One thing he was not good at, was romance.

He had no idea how he had got you. You were beautiful, sweet, smart. You were like a ray of sunshine in his life and he thanked his lucky stars every day he got to be your boyfriend. However, somewhere deep down, he always felt inadequate.

He saw your eyes brighten every time you two watched those sappy Christmas movies on TV. Even though you both made jokes about how cheesy the storylines were, (“Yes I will just leave my job as CEO for you, farmer boy!”), he could see the blush on your face when the onscreen couple shared a kiss in the snow. He could feel your body tense when you were cuddled against him and he knew some part of you wanted the whole romantic movie moment.

But every time he tried to express it, it felt...awkward. You were so open to him, complimenting him, posting selfies with cheesy captions on social media, and leaving kisses on his cheek when you shopped for groceries.

When he tried to kiss you spontaneously, he panicked and headbutted you in the middle of the convenience store. When he tried to post a cute photo of you, he stared at ten websites for “romantic photo captions” before deleting it. Every compliment he could think of made his heart race and he would either say it so monotone, or sounding snarky that you would just roll your eyes.

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Tsukishima was on his third drink at Kuroo’s “Mandatory Guy’s Night” and the scotch began to unravel his thoughts.

“I just don’t know. Y/N is fucking great. And I just...I suck at this shit.” He mumbled into his glass, thinking out loud.

“Oi, Tsukishima! What are you mumbling about?” Bokuto shouted over his beer, clearly more than tipsy.

“Are you talking about your hot girlfriend?” Kuroo teased, his eyes narrowing. He let out a chuckle as Tsukishima’s ears reddened. “Better treat her right, or I’m stealing her.”

“I seriously doubt she would date an actual farm animal.” Tsukishima replied, dryly. He swirled his glass before downing it. The scotch burned his throat. “But, and I hate to say this, I might need some help.”

“TSUKKI!!! ASKING FOR HELP?! LET’S TAKE A PICTURE!!”, Bokuto shouted, fumbling with his phone, before snapping a very blurry selfie.

“One, I’m pretty sure you just took a photo of yourself owlboy, and two, what do you need help with? Are you not pleasing her in the —” Kuroo started before Tsukishima glared at him.

“You finish that sentence, and I will beat your ass.” Tsukishima said, his voice tight. Normally, Kuroo saying stupid shit didn’t bother him as much, but now that he was a little drunk and emotional, he was not in the mood.

Kuroo’s eyes softened, “Tsukishima, you know I’m kidding. Now, what is it you need help with?”

Tsukishima waved the bartender over for another glass. “I just...Y/N is so fucking perfect. And I can’t help but think that she’s gonna wake up one day and realize that she wants someone that can express that shit to her. I’m not a roses and wine type of guy. I’m not some guy that’s gonna be able to give her the world. I can’t even compliment her without adding some stupid ass comment at the end. And yes, maybe Christmas is, as she puts it. ‘Getting me in my feels’, but I just want her to know that before I–”

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He placed it on the table between the three of them. Both Kuroo and Bokuto stared, eyes widening.

“Are you…?”

“TSUKISHIMA!!! YOU’RE GROWING UP!”

Bokuto began tearing up while Kuroo smiled and pulled Tsukishima into a hug.

“I’m proud of you man.”

Tsukishima placed his head in his hands. The waitress brought his drink out and he threw it back, before letting out a long groan.

“I can’t just say ‘Hey idiot, wanna marry me?’ She watches these movies and they have fucking musical numbers, stadiums, fucking Santa Claus, in their proposals. How the fuck do I tell her that every time I see her face, I realize that there are good things in this world? That every time I see her across the room, I wanna wrap my arms around her and never let go. That I would watch a million cheesy ass romantic movies if it meant I could lie next to her and run my fingers through her hair. How the fuck do I tell her that if I’m the moon, then she’s the fucking stars?” Tsukishima spoke louder than he meant.

He heard a small gasp. He looked up to see both his friends staring behind him. He turned around.

You were standing in the bar, eyes glassy with tears and smiling so big, he could feel it in his heart.

“You pocket dialed me dumbass.” You giggled.

He stood up, shakily and pulled you close. He kissed you hard, dipping you down. You could taste the scotch on his breath and felt something wet hit your cheek. You realized he was crying.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I can’t always express that but I love every fucking thing about you.”

“Tsukki, the box.” Kuroo stage whispered.

Tsukishima’s eyes sprang open and he grabbed the box from the table.

“I know we are in a sticky bar with shitty music. I know I’m a little drunk and Bokuto is crying in the background. I know there’s not some old guy who is vaguely supposed to be Santa Claus here. But I know that I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” Tsukishima whispered to you. He opened the box and your mouth dropped at the gorgeous ring inside.

You looked up at him and nodded, tears streaming down. “I love you. I love everything about you, Kei. I’d spend every night in a shitty bar with our drunk friends if it meant I could be your wife.”

Tsukishima may not have been perfect. But he was yours.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima #tsukki fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq tsukki #haikyuu x reader

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years ago

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15 for platonic nando and ben because its not gay to want to marry the homies

First of all, please forgive me. This is only the first sappy prompt, and while I will most definitely fill all of them, it will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that I’m being slow as I do that. Do not worry! I won’t let you down. I love every single one of these sappy-ass prompts.

Second: Percy, this one made me laugh. I hope you enjoy the bro time ficlet I created in response to your request. Featuring Chef Nando, the Beech Street kitchen, and Ben’s incessant chirping of Nando for being a huge simp. (Quinn is only an offscreen entity here, FWIW. It’s 100% Ben and Nando bro time.)

From this list of prompts!

15. “Please marry me.”

Nando is making a mess of the kitchen.

At least he knows it. And it’s definitely not the first time this has happened. He’s lived in his room at the house on Beech Street for almost an entire school year now, and he’s completely aware of his own tendency to turn cooking space into a war zone. He can’t help it! It’s the allure of a kitchen existing downstairs from him, and a kitchen he only has to share with five other people, no less. Yeah, the freshman boys’ dorm had a kitchen, but a gross communal kitchen in a dorm with 200 other guys is a lot different from a house kitchen he can utilize for hours at a time and not get any shit for it.

That’s why he makes a mess in here. And he knows it. Even if he weren’t aware of it, Quinn would have definitely brought it to his attention by this point, because Quinn will not hesitate to start a bickering argument about this exact type of thing as if they’ve been married for 40 years. (Which Nando loves.) He figures it’s better to know something like this about yourself than to live in total ignorance about it.

So, anyway: he’s making a mess of the kitchen. In his defense, he’s making a messy meal. It’s a Thursday afternoon, sunny and warm (or at least warm for March in New England), and the weather has spurred him into the exactly right mood to make a big dinner. There’s also maybe the added motivation of his one class tomorrow having been cancelled, so today is basically his Friday. And also, he was hungry.

Whatever. The point is, he’s making empanadas, and anybody who takes two steps through the front door of Beech right now would totally know it, because the evidence is everywhere.

There’s flour all over the counter from when he was making the dough. The three separate pans he used to make the filling are stacked up in the sink, yet to be washed. There’s a pan of oil getting ready to heat up on the stove, and just for good measure, as if this weren’t enough food, he’s even making beans and rice, which requires two more pots, both of which are in use right now on other stove burners.

The empanadas themselves, which have yet to be fried, are all on a cookie sheet, separated by wax paper. There are a lot of them, but Beech is home to six hungry athletes plus possibly one more if Remy comes over, which he almost definitely will. Nando wants to save at least a few of them for Quinn, too, even though he won’t be at dinner.

Who said you can’t have a big family dinner on a Thursday night? Nobody. Literally nobody. This is college, and he’s living his best life.

Beech is empty, at least for the moment, which is even more enabling. Nando has music on, as loud as he wants it to be. He thinks he knows where everybody is, too, which is helping him time dinner. Jordy has debate team on Thursdays, and Teegs said something about going to the gym. Remy’s in the library, and Ben and Sam both have classes that should be out soon. Marc is probably with that one girl he’s been trying to wheel lately.

So everybody is accounted for, and he has the house to himself, which is how he wound up cooking. Nando turns up the heat on the oil, and waits. His shuffle switches songs, and he bops around the disaster scene of a kitchen to the steady beat. The sun through the window, though it’s on its way to setting, still warms him up, brightens his mood.

It’s a good afternoon.

He’s not quite frying yet when the front door opens, but he is stirring the pot of beans, reaching over to the back burner on the stove to get to them. It’s starting to smell good— everything is. Beech Street smells like home right now.

Not that Beech isn’t home. It’s just not the same home where Mama and his sisters are. It’s a home away from home. And Nando really, really likes the way that feels.

The door is a distant sound, with his music playing. What actually gets his attention is the voice that comes from that direction; Ben, as usual, announces his own arrival before he actually comes into the kitchen. “Holy actual hell,” he calls, as his steps get closer. “You cooking, Nan?”

“You bet your ass I am,” Nando replies, with a laugh. He pauses his music, and then turns just in time to see Ben walk in. He has his backpack over one shoulder, and his jeans are cuffed, so you can see the rainbow socks that match his scrunchie. He puts a hand to his heart as he stops to survey the scene in the kitchen, and then drops his backpack.

“Duuuude,” he whispers, kind of reverently, and approaches the counter. He doesn’t actually comment on the mess in the kitchen, because Ben isn’t the tidiest person. He’s not the worst, but still. Rooming with him was an experience last year. “What’s this for? You got a hot date tonight?”

“No, not tonight,” Nando mumbles, turning the heat down on the beans. “He has rehearsal.”

“Then this is for us?” A gleeful grin crosses Ben’s face. “Like, this is dinner?”

“Uh, yeah?” Nando laughs. “I thought you guys might want a night off from, like, dining hall food.”

“Wow.” Ben puts his hand back on his heart, and sighs like a damsel in a sexist movie. “I feel so special.”

He grins at him. “I love that you assumed Quinn was coming over because I was cooking.”

“Well, yeah, because you’re a fucking simp,” Ben replies, and then walks over to his side of the counter and punches the side of his arm. “Everybody knows that.”

There’s no use defending himself in the face of Ben’s chirping, but he tries anyway. “I don’t cook every time Quinn comes over.”

“He’s gonna be jealous.” Ben pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m gonna send him a pict— wait, dude, are those empanadas?”

“I still have to fry them.” Nando gestures to the pan of oil. “But yes.”

“Oh, my God.” Ben laughs and swoons. “Please marry me, dude. Like, what the fuck.”

Nando leans to the oven, to turn it on so it’ll keep the empanadas warm. “Well, now Quinn’s definitely gonna be jealous.”

“Seriously.” Ben arches an eyebrow, flashing his trademark smirk. “I’m sending him a picture. I’m gonna tell him I’m stealing his man and the food that comes with him.”

“I feel like you’re reducing me to my ability to cook.” Nando pauses, as he draws back from the buttons on the oven. He grabs a wooden spoon and turns it upside down, pressing it into the oil to test the temperature. It bubbles a little, but it’s definitely not hot enough yet. “Like a housewife?”

“You are a housewife.” Ben is typing on his phone— Snapchatting Quinn, by the looks of what Nando can see on the screen. There’s a black caption bar over a photo of the tray of empanadas. “You’re the Beech Street personal chef. And I love you for it.”

Nando grins. “I love you, too.”

Ben finishes his Snapchat, then puts his phone back into his pocket and declares, “C’mere, big man.” He hugs him from the side, and Nando pats him on the back with his free hand. “You’re a legend,” Ben announces. “Thanks for feeding our sorry asses.”

“Wow,” Nando chirps, raising an eyebrow at his best friend. “Is this you being actually sentimental? What’s your deal?”

“Fuck off.” Ben immediately punches his arm again, but stays in the hug for a second more before he lets him go. “Who says I can’t appreciate the homies?”

Nando snorts. “I know you’re just trying to get extra empanadas.”

“Not true,” Ben retorts, even though it totally is true. He tucks one of his stray hairs behind his ear, and then folds his arms, surveying the kitchen scene again. “Also, where is everybody?”

Nando rattles off the list of people’s locations he came up with in his own head a little while ago. Ben nods as he does it, then shrugs, walking over to a barstool and hopping up into it. “Looks like it’s just me and you, simp boy.”

“Looks like it is.” Nando knows Ben can’t see his face anymore, as he tests the oil again. He’s grinning anyway. “Do you care if I put my music back on?”

“Yes,” Ben replies. “Your music is trash.”

“Hey!” The oil is hot. Nando straightens and looks over his shoulder. “What’s wrong with my music?”

“I told you,” Ben says, simply. He’s scrolling through his phone at the counter. “It’s trash.” There’s a brief pause, and then Nando’s bluetooth speaker makes a little ping.

Connected to: Ben’s iPhone, says the robot voice, and Nando rolls his eyes. “Come into my kitchen,” he mumbles. “Chirp my ass. Disrespect my music.”

“Oh!” Ben completely ignores this, and grins at his phone. “Q Snapped me back.” He pauses, like he’s waiting for something to load, and then announces, “He says he’s jealous and to save him some.”

Nando turns back to his empanadas, so Ben won’t see the smile on his face as he remarks, “Tell him I was already going to.”

“Of course you were,” Ben mumbles. “You fucking simp ass.”

The oven beeps— it’s finished heating. Nando thinks it’s easier to just fry everything at once and leave it warm in the oven, rather than wait for people to be ready to eat and try to time it. He takes a second cookie sheet out, for as he finishes frying. The apron Quinn made him, tied tight around his waist right now, is about to get kind of greasy. Not that it hasn’t already been through hell and back. He’s had it for over a year.

Behind him, Ben is quiet for a second, and then he starts playing Bruno Mars at a respectable volume through the Bluetooth speaker. Nando grins, and sways his shoulders to the opening couple of beats of 24K Magic. “See,” Ben says, with a grin in his voice. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, Nanny. I know what you like.”

“This is a good song,” he replies, and then Ben immediately starts singing. Nando laughs, loud and long, with the sun warm on his face and a good feeling in his chest.

He drops the first empanada into the oil and sings along with his best friend. Together, they make the kitchen into their own little party. Ben is a bad dancer and Nando is a worse singer, but they vibe together in the kitchen anyway, between batches of frying and various chirps. Nando thinks, as he cooks, that he honestly couldn’t be having more fun.

So, yeah. It’s a really great afternoon.

#crickets #kiersey college #ficlet #nandoooooooo #rhode island headass #sappy prompts #mel writes

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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Jinyoung Scenario| You two are friends but your parents want you to be together

“You two should just date each other!”

“You’ve know each other since you were kids you would have the cutest love story.”

“You are so affectionate with each other are you sure you aren’t dating?”

“One of you has to be in love with the other and you’re just too scared to confess.”

“You two would be so cute and perfect together!”

You’ve heard it all. Between your family and friends, his family and friends, you were tired of people pressuring you into dating Jinyoung. You were just friends, had been since you were in preschool. There were no romantic feelings involved whatsoever. He was what you would call your platonic soulmate. You two just instantly clicked together. Even your past boyfriends had broken up with you because they were certain you and Jinyoung were dating no matter how many times you assured them that wasn’t the case. It had gotten to the point where before you even started dating anyone you would make it very clear Jinyoung wasn’t going anywhere and you would aways choose him over everyone else.

Currently you were at his house, sat on the couch watching a new movie that you both had wanted to see. You were halfway through it when your mom called you.

“Y/n! What are you doing dear? I stopped by your house to visit you but you weren’t home.”

“Like you even have to ask? Where am I always at if I’m not at home?” You chuckle into the phone and your mom laughs too.

“Ah, are you two on a date?”

“Mom how many times do I have to tell you-”

“I know, I know ‘it’s not like that, you’re just friends blah blah blah’. I just don’t agree with it. I think you like him. Maybe you just haven’t realized it yet because you two haven’t tried to see if there were any sparks there.”

“But we have-”

“That time he kissed you in kindergarten doesn’t count!”

“Listen, I know you and everyone else means well. But I am telling you there is nothing going on between us.” Jinyoung sighs heavily next to you, pausing the movie and shaking his head back and forth. “Listen mom I’m sorry but I have to go we’re right in the middle of the movie.”

“Oh of course! Have fun on your date sweetie!”

“Mom it’s not a-!” The line clicks off. “She hung up on on me!” Jinyoung laughs at the indignant look on your face. “It’s not funny.”

“It kind of is.” You sigh and hit your head on the back of the couch.

“Why do our families keep trying to push us together?”

“I don’t know y/n. I really don’t. Why is it so hard for them to believe that two people can just be friends from a young age and not have any feelings involved?!”

“I don’t know..” You suddenly start laughing and he stares at you in confusion.

“Do you remember that time you kissed me on the playground?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Should I remind you? Someone was a little jealous that I was making friends with a new boy, and you claimed I was yours and you kissed me to show I was your best friend and no one else could have me?” You see his expression crack as he starts laughing, eyes crinkling up at the concerns.

“Okay yes I do remember that. I was a weird kid.”

“Actually I think that’s really cute. Even from a young age we just knew we were best friends forever.” Jinyoung fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist. You both still had your bracelets you made for each other when you were 4th grade, you both never took them off. He continues absently twirling the bracelet around his wrist before turning to you.

“Do you ever... I mean do you ever think about if maybe everyone around us is right?” Your heart is hammering in your chest.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Maybe we are perfect for each other and we just don’t know it because we never tried to be anything more than friends.” Your mouth drops open and you don’t know if he’s being serious.

“So... what you want to take me on a date or something? Be my boyfriend?”

“No, not all that. Maybe just, I don’t know we could kiss? See if we feel anything?” Your stomach drops. You don't know if this is a good idea.

“Jinyoung.. I mean this might end badly. What if one of us feels something for the other and the other doesn’t? One of us might get hurt and have to lie.”

“Or we both might feel nothing and we’ll tell our families we tried and they can mind their own damn business.” You consider his suggestion carefully, this is potentially dangerous territory you two are venturing into.

“What if.. Okay here me out here.” You turn to face him, listening intently. “What if we both close our eyes. And we hold up a thumbs up for down. Thumbs up for if we felt anything, thumbs down for we didn't. We’ll both open our eyes at the same time. That way we can’t lie.”

“That might work. But what if one of us ends up having feelings and the other doesn’t?”

“Then we’ll work on it. I’m not going to let anything ruin our friendship okay? Remember? We’re soulmates.” You smile at him and he holds his pinky out to finalize the promise. You link your pinkies and now suddenly you are feeling more nervous than ever.

“Close your eyes y/n.” You do as your told and before long you can feel his breath on your lips. “You can still back out if you want to.”

“No.. just do it please.” His lips connect with yours and he pulls away after a moment, only to press his lips against yours again, this time lingering for a little bit longer. He pulls away.

“Alright. On the count of three. One.. two.. Three.” You open your eyes and see you are both holding up a thumbs down and you immediately both burst into laughter.

“Oh my god that was so weird!”

“Right?! Oh goodness I am so glad we both agree on that.” You both continue to laugh when suddenly Jinyoung stops, pulling out his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“You really want to mess with our families and friends?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Take a photo of you kissing me.”

“What?! Ew no I’m not kissing you again!”

“Y/n trust me please.. it’s going to be so funny to see their reactions.” You reluctantly agree, placing a quick peck to his lips as you snap the photo. You hand the phone back to Jinyoung and before long you get a notification on your phone that he has posted the photo. You look at it and can’t help but laugh at how uncomfortable you both look, but it’s the caption that really gets you going.

Kissing your best friend is fucking weird. Alright can you all stop bugging us about getting together now?

“You really think it’s going to work?”

“I hope so.. If not who cares. We know for sure now we won’t be anything other than friends.” You settle back down in the cushions and he resumes the movie but your mind is elsewhere.

“Hey.. Jinyoung?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you really think we’ll be in each other’s lives forever? I just get worried because a lot of our relationships have failed because of each other and I don’t want you to resent me for it..” He turns the TV off completely and turns to face you, sincerity in his eyes.

“Y/n I would never do something like that. And besides, if they don’t welcome you then they aren’t worth it in the first place. Whoever wants to be with me is going to have to realize you are a very important person in my life and aren’t going anywhere. Them accepting you is just as important as my parents.” You feel reassured by his answer and nod. “Now are we don't with the sappy talk for the day? You’re my best friend, I love you, you’re stuck with me for life got it?” You chuckle and turn your attention back to the TV.

“Yeah yeah, love you too best friend. Let’s go back to watching the movie.”

#got7 reaction #got7 reactions #got7 scenario #got7 scenarios #got7 imagine #got7 imagines #got7 drabble #park jinyoung #reader x jinyoung #Jinyoung x reader #jinyoung scenario #jinyoung imagine #jinyoung reaction #got7

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preraphaelitepunk · 5 years ago

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Fictober19 Day 12: Of Daylilies and FaceTwitting

Prompt #12: What if I don’t see it?

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley

Rating: General

Warnings: None

“Oh, this is hopeless.”

Aziraphale was trapped, green on every side. Well, perhaps trapped was too strong a word, but he certainly felt overwhelmed and irritable and the humidity was making his curls frizz and making him sticky. Sticky, Aziraphale felt strongly, was a word that should be applied to buns and rice and toffee pudding, not to one’s corporation.

Still, he couldn’t leave without fulfilling his quest. He couldn’t possibly disappoint Crowley like that.

It was supposed to be quick errand, just a stop before visiting that charming boulangerie that had opened recently, but he’d already been here twenty blasted minutes without sign of progress. Huffing in frustration, he leaned again over the table, squinting at the labels on the little plants and comparing them to the printout Crowley had given him. It showed a yellowish blossom with frilly edges, surrounded by long, flat, pointed leaves, with the caption “Hemerocallis a.s. (daylily).”

None of the plants he could see were even flowering, which was just rude of them. If he were less frustrated, Aziraphale could have coaxed blooms out of each individual plant with a loving touch to find the right one, but the heat and damp and frustration had gotten him so out of sorts that he feared he’d be more likely to accidentally smite them instead of encouraging them.

It was time to call for reinforcements.

Patting his pockets, he located the computer phone Crowley had forced on him a few weeks ago. It was far too sleek and plain, and the writing was far too small for him when he was in a snit like this, but Aziraphale grudgingly admitted it could come in handy sometimes. He found the folder titled “CALL CROWLEY” and tapped the single icon in the folder to open what he referred to as “Face Twitty” (mainly to get a rise out of Crowley; Aziraphale wasn’t entirely clueless about technology, but enjoyed pretending he was); then tapped the only name on the list that appeared.

“Hey, angel. Are you okay?” Crowley’s lovely face appeared on the screen, both soothing Aziraphale and ramping up his anxiety. It was rather humiliating to have to call for help over what should be such a simple task for his love.

Aziraphale was about to reply when he noticed Crowley’s wasn’t the only face showing on the screen. “Good lord, do I look like that? How appalling.”

“Front-facing camera was one of mine, I’m afraid. Makes everyone look like a gargoyle. Sorry.”

“You don’t.”

“I’m on the laptop. Better camera. And you look gorgeous, angel, even in gargoyle form. Never seen a hotter gargoyle, ever.” Crowley grinned, probably at the blush the angel could feel creeping up his cheeks. “I guess you’re not in serious trouble if you’re concerned about how you look?”

“I’m perfectly fine, my love. Just, er, about that plant you wanted: what if I don’t see it? I’m at the greenhouse, but none of the plants are blooming right now. Makes it very difficult to find the right one.”

“They should be holding it for you in the back. It’s reserved under my name. Wanted to make sure no one else got to it first.”

“I see. I was trying to find it myself on the floor; the staff are not being very helpful.”

“Pot and kettle, angel,” Crowley laughed.

“Yes, but I assume they actually want to sell their stock. I’ll try again. Hold on.” Aziraphale straightened his already impeccable posture and took a deep breath he didn’t strictly need before stalking over to the clerk lounging behind the counter with his own phone.

“I am here to pick up a plant for a friend. It is reserved under the name of Crowley.”

The youth stirred languidly, blinking at him. ‘Oh, sure. Let me check.” The clerk put down his phone and tapped at the computer on the counter. Humans these days always seemed to need their silly screens. “Crowley — ah, it’s the ‘Angel’s Smile’ daylily, right? Just a sec. I’ll fetch it from the back.”

Aziraphale waited until the human had left before raising his own phone again; Crowley was looking suspiciously nonchalant, face carefully blank. “Crowley, dear?”

“Yes, angel?”

“The ‘a.s.’ In the plant’s name stands for ‘Angel’s Smile’?”

“Ngk. Just a coincidence, promise. I liked the flower, and it just happened to have that name. Don’t go reading anything into it, angel.”

“Of course not.”

“I know how you get all sappy about nonsense like that.”

“And as we all know, I’m the sappy one,” Aziraphale said evenly.

“‘Course. So they’ve got it?”

“They’re bringing it out now, my dear. I’ll just wrap up my errands and see you at home.”

“Great, thanks.”

“With your Angel’s Smile.” Aziraphale’s own smile was, he knew, just a little teasing, but he admitted he was enough of a bastard to like watching his darling squirm a bit. Before Crowley could respond, he said, “See you soon. Love you,” and ended the call.

#fictober19 #good omens #gomens #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #idiots in love #aziraphale/crowley #fluff #edited to fix day number #i have no sense of what day it is anyway

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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the things we do for likes {Joe Mazzello/Reader/Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: lol ben and joe having instagram wars on who can post the most embarrassing content of reader

A/N: again, written on my phone because the writing demon possessed me at 2am. I'm probs gonna have this as a series akin to B/R/R, aka disconnected vignettes in the same universe. Lemme know if you wanna be tagged. A case of the mondays is a McElroy reference, before you ask. 😊😊

It starts when Joe wakes up to an empty bed and noises coming from the kitchen; noises being footsteps, a loud bang, and some half coherent swearing. There's silence for a moment, then the opening and closing of the fridge. As soon as he's got his wits about him and realises it's just you in the other room, he opens his phone.

"So I wake up to no girlfriend and noises in the kitchen," Joe says after a minute of searching through his closet for his baseball bat, ready to film a bit for his Instagram. As he makes his way to the kitchen now, he holds the bat in frame, "I'm ready to rescue her if it's robbers." He assured the camera, voice still quiet and rough with sleep. Once he gets to the kitchen, however, he stops dead at the sight before him. There's a very long couple of seconds where all that the camera catches is his surprise.

"Why do you have a bat?" Your voice is muffled, as if you're speaking around something, and that's when Joe seems to remember he's filming, he changes to his front facing camera and turns on his phone light, exposing the fact that you're sitting cross legged on the kitchen island, eating a banana with a carton of juice in your other hand. You hiss at the light, arm coming up to sheild your eyes. The light doesn't move, and after a beat you shift your arm so he can see your face scrunched up where you're squinting at him, clearly unhappy about this intrusion into your snacking time. You take another bite of banana.

"Why are you on the counter?" He breathes, a little flabbergasted, and you chew, looking down at where you're seated, as if it's only just occurred to you that it's not exactly a normal chair. After a beat, you shrug, and raise the juice carton to your lips taking a long swig. You were so focused, so deliberate, and so obviously tired and half asleep that Joe couldn't help but laugh.

"Seriously, why do you have a bat?" And you finished the banana and put the peel down beside you with far more delicacy than it reasonably warranted.

"I heard noises and you weren't there, so I thought I'd come protect you from robbers." He explained, moving forward until he was standing next to you by the counter. You gaze into the middle distance for a moment as you contemplated his words.

"I was the robbers." You say, nodding sagely as the realisation comes to you. As if to prove this point, you reach out blindly for the fruit bowl that you'd already accosted once, picking up a lime and trying to fit the whole thing in your mouth. The last thing the video catches is Joe lunging forward to pull the fruit from between your teeth with a surprised exclamation before the video cuts off.

It's there that he realises that you're not half asleep, you're completely asleep, and sleep-eating at that. You're compliant enough when he leads you back to bed, though you adamantly refuse to let go of the juice, and you sit it triumphantly on your bedside table before promptly falling back into bed. Despite everything, Joe can't help but be endeared as he settles in beside you.

The video goes up the following morning after he shows it to you for your approval.

@joemazzello @yourinstagramhandle: "I had a case of the Mondays!" Me: "What does that even mean?"

@benhardy1 there's so much to unpack here

@benhardy1 also @yourinstagramhandle caught red handed drinking straight from the carton

@joemazzello @benhardy1 listen it was a lot to take in but youre right @yourinstagramhandle there was a cup right beside you!!!

@gwilymlee what is happening over there??

@benhardy1 @gwilymlee i know, im gone for one week......

@yourinstagramhandle I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS!! 😂😭 @benhardy1 @gwilymlee @joemazzello

@yourinstagramhandle dont bully me @benhardy1 i miss you x

@benhardy1 @yourinstagramhandle 😘😘

@joemazzello @yourinstagramhandle @benhardy1 gross (im kidding, come home)

@benhardy1 @joemazzello 🙄🖕 (😘)

It becomes a thing, much to your chagrin, 'a case of the Mondays' becomes a meme the moment Ben posts a video from set, of him walking into his trailer where you'd been waiting for him, only for him to find you laying on his sofa under a fluffy blanket, watching Netflix with a face mask on.

"You took too long, now I'm having me-time." You announced. In the background, the Friends theme song starts.

Ben captions the video 'when you're hit with a case of the mondays', and tags you.

Not fifteen minutes later, Joe responds with his own video posted to his Instagram story captioned 'are mondays contagious? asking for a friend'. The video seems to have been taken not long after Ben's since you're still in a facemask on his sofa in the trailer, the difference is that Ben's in a face mask, and you've got your feet in his lap. The video starts in the middle of a heated argument, and it takes a few moments for the two of you to realise Joe is there, filming. Ben's the first to reach out to him.

"Monica's the worst Friend, right? Back me up here." He asks, and before Joe can even think about answering, you groan loudly, rolling your eyes.

"Ross is obviously the worst Friend, are you kidding me? He's manipulative, he's mean, he's-" you start, carefully extracting yourself from beneath the blanket as you spoke, peeling off your face mask.

"He's a terrible boyfriend and brother, yeah, but he's not the worst Friend," Ben elaborates, following behind you, and Joe quickly takes your spot on the sofa while you're in the bathroom. The argument continues as you wrinse your faces, you taking it in stride easily when you realise your seat's been usurped, sitting yourself in Joe's lap while Ben takes back his original seat. Finally the two of you look to Joe who had been waiting for this moment. The Friends laugh track goes off in the background.

"Well, you're both wrong; the worst Friend is Phoebe." He announced very matter of factly, like it's something he's been sure of for a while. After a beat, both you and Ben groan in unison, you even going so far as to move from Joe's lap to Ben's. That's where the video stops.

You update your Instagram story not long after with a picture of Joe in a face mask, grinning like an absolute fool, captioned 'we got him'.

There's more videos, more pictures, all showcasing you in the worst lighting or weird situations, and all of which you approve before they're posted, despite how embarrassing some of them may seem. Despite all of this, you don't care; it's posted because you're comfortable enough to share yourself with them, even in less than flattering situations, and when you look up, their gaze meeting yours where they're grinning behind their cameras, you can see in their eyes the fondness, the 'yeah, this is the fool I love'.

Ben posts a candid video of you recreating the Risky Business sock-slide scene when the song comes on your Spotify while folding the laundry. The moment you spot him, he stops filming however, because he sees the mischief in your eyes, and the way your hips are moving as you step towards him; you're feeling silly and sexy, climbing into his lap on the sofa, still dancing, though it's more grinding now, and singing the half remembered words. That's not for the rest of the world to see.

Joe posts a series of photos chronicling you forgetting to use an oven mitt to check on the frozen pizza you'd chucked in the oven, and even goes so far as to draw a red circle around the mitt that was literally sitting on the counter beside the oven as you sulked in the foreground of the final photo, holding a bag of frozen peas to your hand. He doesn't post about how he sits you down in front of the TV and brings you a proper ice pack, how he finishes getting dinner all ready and how he and Ben spend the rest of the night doting on you as much as they gently tease you.

They post dumb, nonsense arguments, but not sleepy morning kisses; your reaction to trying food that's way too spicy, even for you, but not how you smile so sweetly over desserts; the way you nap in the weirdest places, bit not how cute you look when you fall asleep on one of them. That's by design. From the outside the relationship is fun and chaotic and bright, but you don't owe the world a confirmation of just how much you love these men. But honestly, the world seems to understand, and somehow that doesn't make you uncomfortable. Though even the small snippets the three of you have shared, it's clear you love and trust each other.

And it comes out in other ways too, other cast members, not that you really mind.

"Tell us about Ben, Joe, and Y/N, are they actually sappy on set?" Gwilym reads out a question during an Instagram live session he's hosting in his trailer to kill time between scenes. "Listen, I'll tell you what, they're worse on set," he tells his audience with playfully annoyed expression, getting up. "Joe's trailer is right next to mine and if I check-" leaving his own trailer he takes his phone with him, knocking on the one next door as the comments of his live show go absolutely nuts, "I bet all three of them are in there." He mused.

Joe opens the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes, clearly having just woken up. "Keep it down, man," Joe mumbles before he sees the phone in Gwil's hand.

"Sorry I woke you, say hello to Instagram, Joe." Joe grins, giving a wave when Gwil holds up the phone. "They were asking about you three," he knows without having to ask that you and Ben are with him. Whenever you came to visit the set the three of you stuck pretty close together.

"They're still asleep," Joe steps aside to allow Gwil to peak inside. As promised, you and Ben were draped over each other on the sofa, though your feet have clearly been moved where Joe had to extract himself to answer the door. The UK Office is playing on someone's laptop. You yawn in your sleep and nestle in against Ben further, even Gwil's heart melts a bit at that.

"Alright, sorry to wake you," Gwil smiles and retreats as Joe stifles a yawn and assures him it's no trouble at all. When he's back in his own trailer, Gwil takes a breather before going back to looking at his live stream.

"They're cute, it's disgusting at times, how cute they are, and yeah, no, they don't show a lot of that in public, but they do really care about each other." He paused, shrugging, "and sometimes they're just weird. I saw Joe dare Ben to try and eat a whole apple in one bite, and he tried, and Joe video called Y/N when it got stuck, but it turns ou her solution was for her to eat a whole apple in one go too, to see how to get out of it; it just got stuck. They all seemed surprised by this, and it was just one of those times where I was like 'ah, yes these people make sense together', you know?" He shrugged, grinning as he read a few comments, "yeah it really did feel like they all got hit with a case of the mondays."

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 6 years ago

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Marry You-- Joe Mazzello x Reader

Request; “How about a joe mazzello based on the song marry you by Bruno Mars? Idk” ( @hi-i-dont-know )

Warnings; some language, the song is fem! specific but the story itself isn’t

Word Count; 1.8k

Notes; sorry it's taken me so long to get around to this lol

You couldn’t believe it. You had worked so hard for so long, and you finally did it. Here you were, standing on a stage, accepting an award at a prestigious ceremony. People were clapping, and cameras were everywhere. Never in a million years did you expect this to happen.

You stuttered through your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your seat. The rest of the awards ceremony seemed to go by in a haze as you continued to try to wrap your mind around the evening. You were in desperate need of a drink, and the after party couldn’t come soon enough.

Dozens of people came up to congratulate you, and you only recognized about half of them. You quickly gulped down your drinks in an attempt to make yourself calm down. It wasn’t the wisest idea, but it was all you could do besides leaving the party, which you obviously didn’t want to do. You were tipsy, borderline drunk, and still feeling overwhelmed. That’s when he decided to approach you. The last thing you needed was your childhood celebrity crush to show up, but that’s exactly what happened.

Your first introduction to Joe Mazzello was when you watched Radio Flyer shortly after it came out, then you saw him again in Jurassic Park. Your younger self thought he was cute, thus your childhood crush formed. As years went on and the two of you started to become more successful in the world of entertainment, you had met each other once or twice, but it was always in passing. Neither of you really spoke to each other much. The most interaction the two of you had was via social media, occasionally liking each other’s posts.

Needless to say, you were worried about embarrassing yourself because you had too much alcohol in your system for your mind to properly function, and it didn’t help that you continued to drink. “I’m sure you’re going to be sick of hearing this by the end of the night, but congratulations!” Joe flashed you a bright smile. You laughed before thanking him. “Mind if I sit?” He nodded his head towards the empty stool next to yours. You shook your head.

“No, not at all!” Joe sat, and the two of you chatted about basic stuff, like ‘Have you tried the shrimp? It’s pretty good!’ or ‘I’ve been going ninety-to-nothing tonight and can’t wait to finally get home.’ You normally felt awkward during small talk, but this was nice. Maybe it was just the alcohol that was making this feel so comfortable. Maybe it was just his charming personality. Either way, you didn’t care. You were enjoying it.

“Hope I’m not bothering you. I’m sure a ton of other people would like to talk to you.” You scoffed at Joe’s comment and dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please! I’m having way more fun talking to you than I would have if I were talking to some of them. Besides, it’s not every day that you get to hang out with your age-old celebrity crush.” You brought your glass to your lips and froze. Did you seriously just say that out loud? No, surely not. You weren’t that drunk, right? You slowly lowered the glass, glancing over at Joe. Shit. You did say it out loud. His mouth was open, looking shocked. And his cheeks were red.

“You... wait. I’m your celebrity crush?” You felt the heat rising to your face and nodded. He ran a hand through his hair. “No fucking way. This is crazy. You’ve been my celebrity crush since we first met at that movie premiere a few years ago,” Joe said enthusiastically, very much resembling a child telling their friends about the cool toy they got for Christmas. You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. Joe’s brows knitted together, but his goofy grin remained. “I’m serious!”

“This is too good to be true. It sounds like something out of a fanfiction book on Wattpad or Tumblr.” Joe laughed, stating his agreement. He suddenly grabbed your hand. His eyes were wide and mischief danced across his features.

“I’ve got an awesome idea, and it’ll really make life like a fanfic.” You pursed your lips, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’re you planning, Joe?”

“It’s a surprise! Now, where’s the closest Walmart?”

Who cares if we're trashed Got a pocket full of cash we can blow Shots of Patron And it's on girl

The two of you managed to find an Uber at the ungodly hour of the morning it was. People gave you odd looks when you first walked into the store. Some because they recognized the two of you, and some because you were both in incredibly formal attire... while drunk shopping in Walmart. You headed straight towards the candy, and Joe disappeared. As you were paying for the mountain of candy in your arms, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. It was Joe, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “You okay?” you snickered, grabbing the plastic bag from the worker before thanking her.

'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

“Actually, there’s something important I want to ask you.” You raised a brow at him, and he took a deep breath. When Joe got down on one knee, your jaw dropped. He pulled out a ring that had a little silver frog on top, its back made of a green gem. “Let’s continue with the fanfiction themed night, shall we?” You laughed, nodding. Joe beamed up at you and slid the ring onto your finger.

“Is this actually happening right now?” you asked in between laughs. Joe shrugged.

“Dunno. That sounds like something for our sober selves to figure out. Wanna check out the Redbox movies?”

I'll go get a ring Let the choir bell sing like ooh So what you wanna do Let's just run girl If we wake up and you want to break up That's cool No, I won't blame you It was fun girl

Your head was pounding. Bringing a hand to your face, you rubbed your eyes before squinting them open. How much did you drink last night? You could hardly remember a thing... that is until you realized you weren’t in your hotel room, nor were you alone. An arm was wrapped around your waist, and the person’s head was nuzzled against your back. Fucking shit. Your mind was reeling, trying to remember what had happened. A part of your mind tried to rationalize that maybe you didn’t hook up with someone. After all, you were still dressed. Then again... the sweats and baggy shirt didn’t belong to you.

You were worried about waking whoever was beside you. You were desperate to avoid any awkward and embarrassing interactions. Slowly reaching out, you went to pull your phone off of the bedside table. That’s when you noticed the ring. Your breath got caught in your throat as a sudden sense of urgency flooded your system. You tried to turn your phone on, but a black screen stared back at you. Of course, it was dead. Well, there was only one thing you could do. You started peeling yourself from the person’s grasp. As you did, the person stirred. When you were finally able to turn and look at them, it felt like someone dumped a bucket of rocks into your stomach. “Damn... my head’s killin’ me,” Joe groaned while rubbing his face. Your mouth open and closed. You couldn’t think of anything to say. Joe removed his hands, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widened. “Oh my god...” was all the could muster up.

“Joe, what the hell happened last night?” You showed him your hand, and his face reddened.

“Well... I-- uh-- don’t remember much. I don’t think we had sex, but I don’t know about that.” He pointed at the ring. Joe quickly sat up, snatching his phone from the floor. Thankfully, it had been charging.

He had multiple missed calls and unopened text messages from his friends, most of which said something along the lines of ‘Joe, what the hell is going on? Is this real?’ Joe swiped through his camera roll, but most of the pictures were goofy selfies or short videos of the two of you wandering around Walmart. It didn’t really offer much information. You suggested looking through your social media accounts. Lo and behold, it was the jackpot. Your twitter was filled with cringe-worthy levels of cheesy and sappy pickup lines, all of which had Joe tagged in them. He responded to a few, but his replies only consisted of various heart emojis. Joe’s Instagram story had dozens of photos and videos of you two, most of which you had already seen in his camera roll. Then there was one post that had the caption ‘I liked it so I put a ring on it (guess we’re engaged now)’, and you had commented ‘#couplegoals’. You decided to take a look into your own Instagram account, clicking through the story photos you remembered posting. When it finally got to something new, you couldn’t help the butterflies that formed in your chest.

It was a video of Joe, laying in bed next to you. Your head was on his chest, and you had an arm draped across his torso. You were out cold, and Joe had a soft smile on his face. “(Y/N) fell asleep in the middle of our Night At The Museum marathon, so I decided to hack their insta.” He glanced down at you, his smile growing even wider. “They’re so adorable, even when they’re snoring like a freight train. But don’t let them know that I told you guys that,” he said the last part with a serious expression. Joe pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then the video ended.

“So I guess we got engaged,” you mumbled, examining the little frog ring on your finger. “We know that much happened.”

“What now?” Joe asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You glanced at him, and he was idly tracing a pattern into the bed’s comforter.

“Well, first, I think we should get some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Then maybe we could start with a date and see how that goes?” Joe looked up, meeting your gaze. A smile spread across his lips.

“I like that plan.”

Don't say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And we'll go go go go go If you're ready, like I'm ready

Just say I do Tell me right now baby Tell me right now baby, baby Just say I do Tell me right now baby Tell me right now baby, baby

Tag List;

@mothermercuryy @mmmmmitslikeadiseaseson

#request #joe mazzello #joe mazello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody x reader

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franeridart · 6 years ago

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Merry Christmas!! I hope you are happy, and have a good New Year! 😁

Thank you!!! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and will have a wonderful New Year too!!

Anon said:aaaaawwwnnn the good ol' platonic (or not, depending on the interpretation) bak*deku

I’m not anti anything anon, so you never gotta worry about that! I have ships I like and ships I don’t and ships I’m indifferent about, but I’m a firm believer in the ship and let ship principle~ sadly bkdk is strictly platonic for me (I see them too much as sibs for it to work in a romantic way, at this point), but I do adore their relationship and the way Horikoshi is writing it TT^TT it’s def one of my favorite Bakugou relationships, such a wonderfully complex story 💕

Anon said:Have you ever thought about drawing Bakushima as different ships? Like, from different shows. Put them in their outfits and such? I thought that wouls be pretty cool. Sorry if someone has already suggested this! I thought maybe Black Butler style ? Fruits basket, Death note, ect. ❤

I have in the past drawn them in AUs inspired by characters from other fandoms, if that’s what you’re asking! At the top of my head I can remember drawing them as Black⭐Star and Tsubaki from Soul Eater, Doumeki and Watanuki from xxxHolic and Jacuzzi and Nice from Baccano!, but I’m sure those are not the only ones... I’m never against that sort of AUs, if you have anything you’d like to see ask and I’ll see if I know the fandom you’re thinking about! :D

Anon said://squints// did your.... Did your lineart imPROVE??? holy maples Fran ur killing me with ur art I wanna survive my last 7 months of high school--

If you think so, then I’m seriously happy and glad to hear it! Thank you so much!! I feel like I’ve been getting sloppier actually, ngl, but I have been trying new tools for the line, so maybe that’s the difference you’re seeing!

Anon said:Gonna say anonymously caz' i'm too embarrassed to reveal myself for now, but I love your blog and art so damn much!!! Been following you for two years and you really inspired me to draw and really to stay in touch with bnha. Again, love you so much and hope you a merry Christmas!!!

Ahhhhh anon thank you so much!!! I’m happy I can make you keep up with bnha, ngl!! And I hope you’ve had a wonderful amazing christmas too!!!

Anon said:Sero with the long hair can murder me

He wouldn’t!

Anon said:what do you think of bakukamijirou 👀

I don’t ship it, sorry :( as far as shipping Bakugou goes, I only ship him around if Kirishima is involved - I do have a few Baku ships I like just for the aesthetics (like with Jirou, or Todoroki!) but I wouldn’t really call it “shipping”, I just like to see them next to each other cause their designs work well together haha

Anon said:Hello? Yes. Hi. Dave I love. Thank you.

I’m so happy to hear that!!! TT^TT thank you so much!!!

Anon said:Kamijirou cures my depression :3

WELL IF THAT ISN’T A MOOD!!

Anon said:Have you every considered a voltron au for your ocs? I know youve made a voltron au befores so i was wondering if you ever did it for anything else (i really love all your art have a lovely day

I’ve never, actually :thinking: the vld fandom is very scary to me so I try to keep away from it, ngl! I’ve also not watched past the first season of the cartoon itself so by now I don’t think I have the necessary information to make AUs based on that fandom, but the concept of my kids in space or piloting mechas is a wonderful one nonetheless haha

Anon said:Ah man I love dav so much. It makes me so happy when you post your sweet green haired boy. Day: brightened.

:sob: thank you SO MUCH!!!! TT^TT it makes me so happy to hear you like my boy!!

Anon said:I love and appreciate every variety of your ocs

THANK YOU!!!💕💕

Anon said:You: This is my boy. | Me: I love him so much and his hair and his shirt- 👌

Thank you so much!! His hair and clothes make less sense every time I draw him, but I have fun with it so I’m glad you like them anyway hahaha

Anon said:Hey! Who is he? He looks cool

Thank you so muuuccchhhh!!! His name is Dave!! He doesn’t really have much of a story, but he’s a uni student and likes music, philosophy and cats! He has a bunch of friends I draw him with now and again, and they mostly spend their time avoiding studying and being generally ridiculous :D

Anon said:Just wanted to let you know your art style is GORGEOUS. You're one of the few people on this site whose art always makes me excited to see it. I'm a huge Bakushima fan to begin with but your Bakugou is just...oof. lol I don't know if it's the hooded eyes or the undercut but you make him HAVE it!

That’s such high praise oh my god! TTOTT I’m glad you like how I draw my boy, he makes me so happy to doodle !!!!! 💞💞💞

Anon said:The two art post with "An unexpected sappy thought" and "Bunch of stuff from yesterday I finally managed to finish" were both flagged. i tried to send them to u, but couldn't. Just thought you should know if you haven't been notified yet! sorry that i cant be much help. (also the protest starts in like 10 min for me, so youre probably off already if youre doing it) sorry for bothering!

Anon said:hey your post (a colored fanart) of kirishima and bakugou cuddling w/ song lyrics as the caption got flagged, just thought i’d let you know if you didn’t see it :( stupid tumblr

These are pretty old asks at this point but I wanted to thank you for the heads up anyway! I have gone through my posts twice already and new flagged things always pop up, so the fact that you took the time to let me know was seriously huge help! Thank you so much!!

Anon said:hi i just saw your year summery-thingy and i just realized that i have followed you for more than a year now and i just want to say thank you for all the beutiful art i have seen !! you are truly one of my favorite artist i hope that you are well

Ah man thank you so much!!! I’m so so happy to hear you’ve been following me that long, it’s incredible to me!! I hope I’ll manage to get out of the slump I’ve fallen into soon enough orz meanwhile thank you for sticking around!! 💕

Anon said:Seeing your art summary makes my soul feel the urge to have your beautiful kiribaku art in a book. Have you ever thought about making a little zine with some of your illustrations? Or selling prints ;___; You're absolutely amazing!

Oh heck thank you so much for being interested in something like that! I’ve actually thought about something of the like, but if I ever did it would be a small zine with pieces made specifically for it! I have to research the whole thing a bit more, but in case I’ll reach a point where it’s a concrete possibility I’d first post something to check the actual interest in it between everyone! ;^;

Anon said:... Why BakuJiro tho?

Why not! They are good friends, have a nice dynamic, and their styles match together well! And Jirou’s so tiny next to him, I like the idea of Baku hugging her a whole lot as it might have become obvious by this point haha

Anon said:7w7r I see you there

I dunno what this is about but !!! neat!!

Anon said:Soooo,,, DabiHawks or Hawks single? I have curious for how would a drawing of them be made by you

I’ve said this a couple of times before, but I’m really only interested in dabihawks if Dabi is Touya at this point! I might change my mind if Hori develops their relationship more, but right now that’s how it is... and until I have more concrete proofs of Touya and Dabi being the same person I don’t wanna get too involved with the ship, in case I end up disappointed haha

Anon said:Fran, have you ever posted a selfie before? For some reason, I imagine you looking a little more like Kuroo from Haikyuu!! Haha.

I haven’t! I prefer being behind the camera instead of before it hahaha a couple years ago you would have been right! By now I have too much hair for it, tho lol also, I wear glasses and have a bunch of piercings and earrings that Kuroo doesn’t have (but should have, cause it’d be hot 👀👀👀)

#fran answers #i wanted to post something colored today but my health said no #*sad*#instead i finally got around to answering the asks #a lil bit of productivity is always better than none at all haha #anonymous

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fantasticworksandwheretofindthem · 7 years ago

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New Rules - “One”

Summary: In which [Name] finds out from her best friend that Tom is famous.

Warnings: angst, swearing (mainly from Tom), drinking heavily, drunk Tom

Notes: I’m currently obsessed with “New Rules” by Dua Lipa, so that’s where the inspiration for this came from. (There will be three parts to this.)

[ two ] | [ three ]

“Hey, I have a surprise for you,” Harrison told Alaysia, leading her into the living room. “But first, you have to pick out a movie.” He gestured to the movie cabinet, and she plopped down in front of it, opening up the left side door.

Alaysia scanned the movies, a little unimpressed with his lack of Disney until her eyes rested upon the new Spider-Man movie. “You have Spider-Man: Homecoming!” she exclaimed, pulling it from the stack.

“Yeah,” Harrison said, a smile creeping onto his face. She looked so cute when she was excited. “You like Marvel?”

“I love Marvel!” It wasn’t until she had began reading the back of the case that Harrison suddenly realized that Tom hadn’t yet told [Name] the full extent of who he was and what he did for a living.

“Wait, babe, I know a great --”

“Your best friend is Spider-Man!” Alaysia looked up at Harrison, all bug-eyed. He tried to deny it, asked what she was talking about, so she read aloud the description: “A young Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Tom Holland), who made his sensational debut in Captain America: Civil War --” She stopped her reading to squeal. “How have you kept this from me?” She bounced up from her spot, the case still in hand. Suddenly, she gasped. “How has [Name] not told me?”

Harrison cringed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “She doesn’t know,” he admitted quietly. Before he could ask her not to say anything, she was pulling her phone out and dialing [Name]’s number.

You stepped out of the bathroom, your speaker blasting “Something That We’re Not” by Demi Lovato. The song was suddenly replaced by Cher Lloyd’s “Oath”, your best friend’s ringtone. You turned the speaker off and answered the phone, putting it to your ear and setting the speaker next to your lamp on your bedside table.

Before you could even get out a ‘hello’, Alaysia screamed, “Tom plays Peter Parker in the new Spider-Man!”

As if on cue, a knock on your door was heard, followed by the door opening and closing. You knew Tom said some sort of greeting, but you weren’t sure as to which exact word it was because you were too focused on your best friend’s explanation.

“I’ll call you back, ‘Laya,” you said quietly and hung up the phone. You heard Tom call for you and ask where you were.

When he saw you emerge from your room, his smile widened, and his eyes sparkled. He moved to wrap his arms around you in a hug, but you pushed him away. “What’s wrong, Cinderella?”

You felt a pang in your heart as he called you the endearing term. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” He cocked his head to the side, genuine confusion written across his face. What he didn’t know was that his phone, stowed away in his pocket, was silently displaying two missed calls from Harrison, who was trying to warn him.

“That you’re..” You cleared your throat, having to look away from his adorable, puppy-like face. “That you’re Spider-Man.”

Tom seemed to be at a loss for words. More than once, he would open his mouth, but just as quickly, he would close it once more. Finally, he said, “I didn’t.. I’ve already messed up once, and you finally forgave me for that. I didn’t want to risk ruining us again.”

“But that’s such a big part of your life, Tom!” you exclaimed, turning to face him again. He looked sincerely sorry that he hadn’t told you sooner. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I-I didn’t want you to..” Tom trailed off, letting his words hang unfinished in the air, almost as if he knew better than to say what he originally thought.

“You didn’t want me to what?” There was a minute of silence from both of you and confusion on your part. Suddenly, it was as if every cliche about a celebrity and a normal person dating you’d ever read came swimming to the surface and took center stage. “You didn’t trust me enough to not judge you, did you? Or that I would take advantage of your fame. Is that what you thought?”

Tom said nothing. He made no attempt to defend himself. He shoulders sagged and his head drooped. If guilty were a person, it would be Tom now.

“Unbelievable,” you whispered. Even if Tom didn’t have a clear view of the tears in your eyes, he would definitely be able to hear them in your voice. “I thought you knew me better than that.” You shook your head and turned around, walking back to your room and slamming your door. You walked over to your window, refusing to let yourself shed a single tear until you saw his car pull away.

After he was gone, you curled up on your bed, wondering why you hadn’t realized it sooner. Tom being famous explained so many things: why he’d been so offended about your love for DC rather than Marvel; why his name sounded familiar when he’d called you that night at the bar; the look of recognition on Trysdale’s face when he met Tom at Marvel Movie Night; why he’d said he was used to girls throwing themselves at him; how he’d been able to offer you and Trysdale a trip to Six Flags, then Disneyland, then Disneyland in Paris; and why those girls at the Ed Sheeran concert had asked for his autograph, but he’d brushed it off as them mistaking him for someone else.

Before you knew it, the sun had set and your pillow was soaked with your tears. Your phone buzzed, and you saw that Tom had blown up your phone, apologizing and trying to get you to talk to him. You had a notification from every social media: iMessage, Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter, and even Facebook. You sighed and opened them, only to get rid of the notifications. When you hit the back button on Instagram, it took you back to your profile. You stared at the date with the lock and key and heart emojis. Your heart breaking even more, you hit ‘Edit Profile’ and, with a heavy heart, deleted the date.

Where was the sense in having a date with a heart emoji next to it on your profile when you were single?

Harrison had been scrolling through Instagram when he saw [Name]’s post of a tub of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and sad, sappy movies spread out of her bed. Under the picture was the caption: Ice cream and sad movies - the perfect breakup remedy.

He furrowed his eyebrows. Since when did she need a breakup remedy? Harrison knew that she hadn’t taken the news of Tom being famous too well because of Alaysia having to rush over to comfort her, but surely that hadn’t resulted in a breakup. Harrison went to her profile, and at first he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then he realized that Tom’s and her anniversary date was no longer there. He took a screenshot of her profile and sent it to Tom.

Are you and [Name] going through a rough patch or something?

She found out about me being an actor, and she got upset. Can’t really blame her though.

Have you seen her Instagram?

No, I just got back from the gym, why?

Take a look at the screenshot

Okay, what about it?

Look closer, there’s something missing

Oh, shit.. I really messed up, didn’t I?

Looks like it

Shit

One: Don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone.

Ever since you and Tom had broken up, he’d been using a lot of his free time away from set to call you to try and apologize. Most times you would pick up and foolishly listen to his apologies until Alaysia would literally take the phone from your hand, say some form of “Goodbye, Tom”, and hang up. She would remind you of the rules she’d told you time and time again, saying that if you ever wanted to get over him, you would have to follow them. He’d only called you in a drunken stupor once, but once was enough for your best friend to hold against him forever.

It had been a night Harrison had taken him to a moderately popular night club. They’d been rehearsing all day for the upcoming scene that they were shooting that Monday, but Tom had been so hung up on you that he was giving a less-than-half-assed performance. Harrison figured the best way to cheer him up, or at least get him out of such a funk, would be to take him to a bar so he’d forget about you for at least a couple hours.

The plan hadn’t gone so swell because Tom seemed to have no self-control that night. It got to the point where Harrison had to drag Tom out of the building so Tom could get some fresh air and Harrison could call an Uber.

“Tom, what are you doing?” Harrison exasperated after he’d gotten off the phone.

“I’m callin’ [Name],” he slurred. “I haf’ta ‘pologize and tell ‘er I miss ‘er.”

“That’s not a good idea, and you know it,” Harrison advised, but Tom didn’t listen, which wasn’t much of an abnormality when it came to [Name] now.

You had been washing the dishes when your phone started ringing. Instead of the Spider-Man theme that had once been set for Tom, your phone played the default tone. You’d taken the customized ring off when Alaysia got better at ‘answering’ the phone than you did. You leaned over to see who was calling, and you weren’t surprised to see the name Heartbreaker flash the screen. Quickly drying your hands, you answered the phone. “Tom, you’ve got to stop calling me.”

“[Name], I miss you.”

With Tom’s slurring and the loud remixed music playing in the background, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. “Tom, you’re drunk.”

“And you’re gone.” He sounded like he was crying.

Here he was, breaking your heart again. You wanted to tell him that you forgive him, that everything would be okay. Instead, you hung up the phone and resumed washing the dishes as you cried.

The more Tom called, the more you drilled the first rule into your head. Finally, you didn’t need Alaysia to hang up or decline the calls. You blocked his number once and unfollowed him on all social medias once and for all.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #reader insert #tom holland imagine #angst #spiderman: homecoming #sm: hoco #sm: hc #song fic #dua lipa #new rules

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thequillswhims · 4 years ago

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One to Three

It's borderline funny how hope can be the most treacherous backstabbing two faced traitor out there, the most pristine snake slithering in the quaintest of dainty garments, hiding it's face behind a richly adorned fan, eyes locked on you, whispering seductively about promises to come, unbound and unlimited happiness, and when you halt on the road of your life to land an ear to the siren's whimsically entrapping song, you allow your heart to dream and escape in the blinding mists, let hope take you on it's wings and wrap itself around you, coiling it's body around your heart and eyes, and then, when you are perfectly content, and happy, your little heart like a spring lovebird elated with the poison that hope had lovingly nurtured you with, the snake retracts from blinding your sight and you see and the snake's fangs are already sharply planted deep within your heart, biting and claiming every ounce of your delusions, drenching your heart with it's suave fatal poison.

And as much as I would love to blame the other, and Fate and Life and the Universe, I think it's simpler and overall easier, if not straight up lazier with a sense of escapist mentality, to just take one of the team, team being me myself and I, and conclude that: I misread silly casual flirtation, I overblown something that wasn't really there, I ... I was wrong. I got caught up in my feelings, for they themselves, if I treat them like an exterior force to my rational self, were, out of the Wahoo exceptionally crazy strong in intensity, but that does not automatically equate to the other party feeling the same things, or assessing, if he had felt the same, the same way I had. The intensity of my own feelings were not an assured guarantee, an official formal contract binding my heart to his, in any capacity. My feelings were mine and that is all that it was. After all, each individual has their own proper right to feel and understand, assess and react to feelings as goddamn well as they please. That is the core beauty of the human species, at the end of the day. Every single individual has their own selfish right to experience the same banal experience in their own secluded divine right; intense, or dismissed. No one has the right to judge for interpretation. And, although it could have - would have - been potentially nice to board the ship together, sometimes, it's best to miss the boat and take a plane, or a train, or a bus, to another, far far away destination.

Although, the fall from heavens was one of the most excruciatingly brutal ones I had encountered in my existence, I believe that it was actually, a blessing in disguise.

In the spring of this fateful unnamed year, although, I will give it a label, so then, in the fateful spring of X19, he shared a photo on one of his social media accounts; pink lily with a view of a rustic wooden bridge leaping over a small pond in the background. The caption called out for celebrating the hope of something going either spectacularly well, sealing happiness on the long term, or catastrophically wrong, because he was such an optimist. My heart leaped and bound in my chest when I saw this and falsely assumed it was in regards to me. I was a devout pink color and flowers enthusiast; my own social media - the one where this was posted - being majorly constituted of flowers, nature, butterflies and other artistically invasive macro shots of the smaller wonders of nature. Hope is indeed a beautiful silk wearing sharp sword. Assuming that a potential love message was destined for me, solely based off a few flirty interactions, however honest and genuine from my end did not in any way shape or form requested similar authenticity from his end, and I am the only one at fault for having ever believed we had that shared intent towards each other. I was the first to congratulate him on that. Because it's who I am. Even if I had a lingering doubt in the back of my mind, which I unceremoniously hushed and tried to silence. I wanted my happy hopeful dream of eternal bliss and happiness.

But ... nothing happened, for the most of the spring and summer. Flirtation continued, cordial, adorable, silly, fun, light hearted. Burning with passionate fire on my end; calm, cool and collected on his. I should have seen the red flags. But I willfully ignored them.

Came summer and came another wild hope. Maybe he would reveal the recipient of the pink lily at my birthday and make a grand gesture. My heart throbbed and swooned at the hope of it.

And my heart crashed and burned, and broke, and shattered. Although, I will give him credit, he did wait three days after my birthday, so as to not inflict salt and vinegar on the wound he knew he was surely inflicting. The stabbing felt ... actually it felt truly spectacularly painful, given it was a one side fling all along and he had zero obligation to return my sentiments and favors, attachment and dedication and all the lovely sappy romantic feelings I had poured into the hope of potentially one day "us". It was a sharp, barely bearable sting or pinch, like a fire heated sword plunged in the chest, straight through the heart and poking back out, with the distinctive burn and sharp pain through the soul. it's funny though, two years later, as I sit down and memorize this mess, I now only vaguely remember the pain. I remember being there, sitting with a friend, chatting over coffee and cake; my phone lit up with a notification, and curious, because I had recognized his name within a fraction of a glance, I swiped to see what the hubbub was about. And my heart sank and shattered. My friend told me I became livid, as if all life had been rightfully drained from my body from some unseen demonic entity. My hand trembled a little. My mouth was dry. My whole body, apparently was closer in appearance to that of a corpse than a living woman. The happiness, the carefree that had enveloped my friend and had been stripped, ripped right out of a two meter if not more, range and only a sense of heavy cold dread was now upon us. I instantly felt sorry for my friend, to have him dragged in a mess in which he did not belong. With a shaky hand, I rotated my phone and slid it in his direction so that he could see. He slurped his large coke, expecting anything but what was under his eyes, and with his knowledge and appreciation of my situation and feelings, I felt bad and responsible when I heard him, like a distant echo, choking on his beverage, take another sip to calm the irritation down.

I felt a complete fool and a renowned idiot. Pieces of a puzzle t thumped gracefully into one another. Privileged Lady. False Person. The Devil. Three of Cups. Three of Pentacles. The Moon. His thoughts. The Snake. The Cat. It all made sense. Hope had blinded me but now I was seeing clearly. Repeating patterns across various cartomancy and divination systems all told me the same thing. They all tried to warn me and I consciously and foolishly discarded them with a superior hand gesture; you are all wrong. Let me have this. Please. Please be wrong.

And then came September. The Thirteenth of the month, as an odd redemption ark.

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forever-rogue · 7 years ago

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Surprise!

A/N: Please enjoy this fluff fest my mind has conjured up. I love Peter, he’s such a cinnamon roll.

Pairing: (Adult) Peter x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None (just fluff and sappiness)

“Y/N?” Peter could hear music softly playing in the background as he walked into their apartment. He took off his shoes and discarded them by the door and quietly padded into the kitchen, where he could hear the music emanating from. He was hit by the smell of fresh cookies as Y/N came into view. She had an apron on and was humming and dancing along to the music, unaware he had come home.

She looked up as she turned to grab another tray of cookies to put in the oven. She noticed Peter standing in the doorway, a goofy grin on his face. She was startled for a moment, not expecting him home so early in the evening. He usually went out and patrolled around the neighborhood making sure everyone and everything was safe. She cocked her head to the side and smiled at him, “hey love. You’re home early….and you ruined your surprise.”

“Oh?” Peter gave her a cheeky grin as he walked over and put his arms around her. She sighed contently, inhaling his familiar scent. He kissed the top of Y/N’s as he reached around her for a cookie.

“Yes,” she hit his arm softly as he let go of her, “I was going to surprise you with the cookies.”

“Well, consider me pleasantly surprised,” he said with his mouth full, crumbs spilling out. Y/N shook her head in amusement and reached up to wipe the crumbs away. She grabbed the other half of the cookie out of his hand and put it in her own mouth, “hey!

“Aww, don’t worry you big baby, there’s plenty more,” she pointed at the big bowl of batter still sitting on the counter. She pushed a few stray locks of hair off of his forehead, “are you home for the night then?”

“Tonight, and every night I am all yours and only yours,” he smiled down at her.

“I am so happy to hear that love,” she leaned up on her tiptoes and pecked his lips, “I’m going to go take a quick shower and then I’ll start dinner.”

“Don’t worry about it. Go and enjoy your shower. I’ve got dinner tonight,” he insisted and started ushering her out of the room and towards their bedroom.

“You’re the best,” she called over her shoulder as she started into the room, “don’t forget the cookies!”

“Okay!” He smiled to himself as he fiddled with the small box in his pocket. Little did Y/N know but Peter had an ulterior motive for coming home early today. Today was the day he was going to ask her to marry him.

He had known he wanted her to be his wife since the first conversation they had back on their first day of college, in their physics class. He had asked her on date as soon as the professor had dismissed them. He’d never forget the surprised and amused look that had colored her face as she said yes. That had been seven years ago, and he was just as crazy about her now as he had been then.

Y/N had accepted him as Spider-Man as soon as she had learned about his secret identity, after she had walked in on him changing out of the suit. She never questioned his late night missions, or when he had to go away with the Avengers on missions or when communication was short and sparse. He knew she hated letting him leave for missions, not knowing if anything would happen to him, but she supported him nonetheless.She would always eagerly wait for him to return, ready to talk about everything or just hold him if things had gone bad.

It had been the little things she did that made him fall more and more in love with her. The way she’d bake his favorite cookies whenever she got the chance, or how she’d leave dinner waiting for him when he was gone late. It was the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way she’d end up wheezing when she laughed too hard, the way she would cry at the smallest things and then vehemently deny it. It was everything.

The thought of being with anyone else hadn’t even crossed his mind. They had grown so much together and he wanted to grow old together today.

Peter was putting the finishing the touches on the steaks he was preparing and was putting them into the oven when Y/N walked back in and sat at the kitchen table. He glanced over at her and saw that she had put on an oversized sweater and joggers, long hair thrown in a messy bun. He thought she looked perfect just like that.

“Smells good, chef. What’s on the menu?”

“Well, tonight’s special is steak, medium rare, with mashed potatoes and green beans, and a starter of salad,” he said with a flourish towards the stove, “and for dessert, some delicious cookies, baked by my number one girl.”

“Wow, that sounds pretty perfect to me,” she beamed at him as he bowed a little.

“Would the lady like a glass of wine to start with?” He reached for two glasses from the cabinet, and decided a nice red would do them just fine.

“Actually, the lady would like some sparkling water,” she stood up and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Perrier.

“Whatever the lady would like then,” he handed her a glass and poured himself some wine. It would help calm his nerves, he decided.

Y/N went back to the table, sipping her water as she watched Peter start to put the finishing touches on everything. She pulled out her phone and captured a quick video, which she uploaded to instagram with the caption: when your love is the best and tagged him in it.

She watched him for a few minutes in silence. Sometimes she couldn’t believe how lucky she had gotten with Peter. She was just as in love with him as he was with her. He was always there for her, knew actually what to say and do. He was her whole world. She couldn’t wait to share her life with him, but tonight she was eager to share her news with him.

She played with her phone for a few minutes, before plucking up the courage and deciding to finally tell him.

“Peter?” Her voice was soft and hushed, nerves starting to take over.

“Yes, my love?” He turned around and leaned against the counter. His nerves too were starting to get the better of him and hands were slightly shaky, “hey - can I ask you something?” It was now or never.

“Oh,” she was taken aback for a moment. She hadn’t expected for him to steal her thunder, “of course. Anything”

“You know I love you, right?” His voice was a little higher than normal, but still controlled.

“Of course,”

“Like I really love you, I am completely in love with you,” he started walking over the table, afraid he might lose his cool any second. She raised her eyebrow a little as she wondered what he was getting at.

“Peter? What are you trying to say?”

“Y/N, you are everything to me. I’ve known you were the one since the day we met,” he stuttered a little bit as he got down on one knee, “you are perfect to me. And I want to spend everyday with you and only you. It’s you, it’s always been you. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Oh Peter,” tears were already prickling her eyes as soon as he had gotten down on one knee. She laughed a little bit as she watched him fumble with the box he had pulled out of his pocket. He opened it and she was stunned by the ring - it was perfect, unconventional but exactly what she had always dreamed of, “it’s perfect, you’re perfect, a million times yes.”

He reached for her hand and placed the ring on her. She slid off of her chair and wrapped her arms his neck and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. He grinned into their kiss and said softly “you are perfect.”

She let go of him as she remembered what she was going to tell him. She saw the surprised look on his face and shook her head, “hang on for one minute. I’ve got something for you too.”

“Okay?” He questioned as she darted to their bedroom for her purse, “is everything alright?”

“Close your eyes, Peter,” she yelled back at him. He grinned to himself. He heard her back over to him. She grabbed his hands and placed a small envelope into them, “okay, you can open them.”

“What is this?” He cocked his head to the side as felt the small square.

“Open it,” she insisted as he tried to guess what it was. He turned the envelope over and opened it, revealing the small picture inside. It took a moment for him to process it, a look of realization slowly coming over him. His face broke out in a huge grin as he read the words at the top: Baby Parker.

“Is this? Are we- this is real?” He stood there, completely stunned as started to process everything.

“Yes, Peter, it’s real. That’s our baby,” she didn’t bother to hold back her tears, these ones she wouldn’t deny.

“Y/N, love, that’s amazing,” he grabbed her and held her tightly, rocking back and forth, “we’re having a baby.” His voice caught in his throat, as he too was getting choked up.

“We are! I love you so much, Peter,” she whispered gently before kissing him.

“I love you, Y/N,” he rested his forehead against hers, “this is the best day of my life.”

“Only so far,” she laughed.

He was about to kiss her again when there was a loud and shrill beeping sound from behind them. They turned around and were met with smoke from the steaks that been forgotten in the oven.

“Shit,” Peter quickly turned off the oven and started to clear the smoke, so the beeping would stop. Y/N went over and opened the windows and after a few minutes, they were met with silence again, “I guess dinner’s ruined. I’m sorry.”

“Quite the contrary,” she reached up and ran her thumb over his cheek, “this has been the best day of my life.”

“So far,” he agreed and kissed her, “now let’s go out and pick up some dinner.”

“I’m thinking Thai?” Y/N asked as they headed out the door, both of them grinning from ear to ear, overjoyed at the unexpected turn of events.

#peter parker #marvel #mcu #avengers #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man #spiderman #tom holland #thomas stanley holland #one shot #imagine #fluff #oc #movie #film #captain america #ironman #thor

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nicoismywaifu · 7 years ago

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Ikanaide (Don’t Go)

Summary: Nico leaves to go on tour, and Maki can’t go with her. It’s not the first time one of them has been left behind in the winter. Theme: Winter Relationships: NicoMaki, implied NozoEli and a lot of friendship between them. Words: 4786 Approximate reading time according to hemingwayapp.com: 20 minutes

Notes: Mainly written in the past three days with an awful fever because I am a master of bad life choices. I didn’t mean to catch the fever, I swear… Just as I didn’t mean to write something this long.

Ikanaide (click here!) is one of my friend’s favourite songs, and I get the feeling that @opahcity is a fan of it as well with an amazing animation that they made (found on page five of their tumblr, not that I’m a stalker or anything). So, this is what emerged. It’s a lot different from what I usually write. It’s so sappy.

Enjoy!

Cursing the impracticality of wearing a skirt on a winter weekend, Nico enjoyed all the warmth she could get as her friends took turns hugging her before she departed on her ‘Winter Wonderland’ tour. The bullet train that pulled into the station would take Nico to her first stops across Japan, before she set off across the rest of Asia. And for the first time, Maki wouldn’t be able to go on tour with her, instead chained to her internship at the family hospital.

Nico got onto her tiptoes, and Maki felt herself being wrapped up in a hug. Well, as possible as it is to be wrapped up by someone a few good inches shorter than herself.

‘I’ll be back soon, Maki-chan,’ Nico said, keeping her voice quiet enough to have a private moment between them.

‘I know.’

‘Please don’t blow up our apartment while I’m gone. Remember not to leave metallic items in the microwave.’

‘I’m aware,’ Maki said, slight irritation creeping into her voice. ‘That was just an accident.’

‘Just saying. Because last time we had to call the fire department-‘

‘Jeez,’ Maki said, blushing as not so quiet giggling emerged from Rin and Honoka beside her. ‘If you’re just going to nag me then you can hurry up and leave.’

‘Awww, you’re so cold, Maki-chan!’ Nico teased with a grin. ‘But that’s okay. Nico knows that really means you love her and wish her a safe trip.’

‘Whatever,’ said Maki, almost deadpan apart from the small curl of her lips. ‘Get out there and become the Number One Idol in the Universe.’

‘Silly Maki-chan,’ Nico replied. ‘Nico’s always been the Number One Idol in the Universe. It’s just that the Universe doesn’t know it yet! But they will soon,’ Nico added, and Maki saw the flare of determination like fire in her eyes. She pivoted her bag behind her, preparing to set off. ‘I’d better be heading off now, then.’

Nico only made it a few steps before there was a tug at the sleeve of her coat. She turned and found Maki, her mouth opening and closing, as if trying to find the right words to say.

‘Hey, Nico-chan…’ she whispered. ‘Don’t…’

Nico made a slight tilt of her head to one side, looking quizzical. ‘Don’t?’

Maki blushed and looked down to her shoes. Took a breath of air to steady herself. When she finally looked back up, she met Nico’s confused gaze with a smile.

‘Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.’

That only confused Nico even more, and maybe caused a small flicker of doubt to flash across her face, before she beamed a grin to match Maki’s anyway. ‘Whatever you say, Maki-chan!’

To a chorus of ‘Goodbye Nico!’, ‘Nico-chan!’ and a single ‘Nicocchi!’, Nico grinned, looked forwards and headed off. To Maki, her back looked taller and broader than someone of Nico’s stature had any right being. Pride, determination and ambition – it showed the irrepressible parts of Nico that Maki couldn’t help but admire.

All Maki could do was stand and watch as the sound of plastic wheels on concrete faded further and further away, stopping only when Nico vanished onto the train. She wasn’t gone for long – soon, Maki spotted Nico pressed up against the window, waving goodbye with one hand with the other formed into a Nico-Nii.

Maki stood and waved back with everyone else as the train began to pull out of the station. She wouldn’t take her eyes off it until it was well over the horizon.

So this is how it felt like to be left behind.

As a cold breeze blew through the platform, Maki wiped at the warm tears in her eyes, finally whispering the words which threatened to spill out before.

‘Nico-chan… Don’t go.’

When Maki thinks of winter, she thinks of grey skies and the early encroach of darkness in the evening, which is what she sees when she exits the hospital after a shift which feels three hours too long. She thinks of hospital wards, crammed full of the unpleasant infections which spread like bushfires in a dry summer. (Ordinarily, that would be a morbid thought, if not for the fact that she’s currently working in one of those wards. That makes it more acceptable… she thinks.)

She thinks of the cold which numbs her fingers and makes them feel like lead as she sits in front of the piano, causing her to knit her eyebrows together and focus that little bit extra on making the notes sound right to her ears.

She thinks of the rush of warmth which spreads through her body when the door to the music room opens, and she doesn’t have to look up to know who it is. She can just feel her presence, somehow, different from anything else.

She thinks of a tiny little girlfriend swaddled in more layers of clothing than you’d find in a moderate sized department store. And perhaps the memory of giving that girlfriend a playful shove and watching her topple into the snow like a pitiful, pink domino.

(Maki helps her up again, of course. After taking a few photos and sending them off to mu’s group chat.)

She can almost hear Nico’s teasing voice like they were back on the platform.

‘You’re so cold, Maki-chan!’

Slumped underneath a kotatsu which doesn’t feel as warm as usual, cold is how Maki feels without her Nico beside her.

It was the third time Maki had her rest in the off-duty room interrupted by someone looking for the toilets. When she calmed down and thought about it, they were right next to each other, and the signage wasn’t the best. But that was after she had snapped and shouted some choice words before she could catch herself. She’d be on Santa’s naughty list this year, no doubt about it.

Man, this winter was really starting to suck.

The thought of Nico being just a few hours away by train was somehow enough to feel like a lifetime. Yet it hadn’t even been a week since Nico had set off, the image of her twin-tails bouncing with a life of their own playing on repeat whenever Maki closed her eyes.

Her quality of living went from privileged to student as soon as Nico departed. Oh, how Nico had yelled at Rin for introducing Maki to cup ramen and the availability of easy, cheap junk food meals. She must’ve known this would happen.

Checking her watch, Maki saw that her shift had ended some time ago. She groaned to herself and pinched the bridge of her nose before checking her phone as she walked to the hospital entrance. Ooh. Some messages from Nico that came while she was hopefully asleep. Her thumb pressed onto the app in an instant.

Her reward was a picture Nico dressed as a miniature Santa (emphasis on miniature) and handing out presents to what looked like all the children in Hokkaido.

A caption: what does maki-chan think of nico-nii’s latest event photoshoot (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It was the cutest thing Maki had ever seen.

5/10 she replied.

With a stupid smile on her face, she didn’t even look up from her phone as she walked across to the entrance. She was rewarded by walking into someone who didn’t step out of her way in time.

‘Ah,’ Maki apologised, looking up at the person she had run into. ‘I’m sorry- Wait, Eli?’

Eli greeted her with a grin and placed her hands onto Maki’s shoulders. Her gloves were warm and comforting – at least she had the sense to wait inside the hospital for Maki in this weather.

‘Hello, Maki,’ she said kindly. ‘How was work today?’

‘Busy as always,’ said Maki, her voice weary and haggard. ‘It being winter doesn’t help. But never mind me. What are you doing all the way out here, anyway?’

‘Well…’ Eli rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. ‘It’s a case of idol’s orders.’

Everything seemed to whir into the background as Maki strode alongside Eli, the former with hands buried deep in her pockets and Eli cheerfully pointing out all the Christmas decorations. A normal Maki would’ve done the same; a cold and grumpy Maki now feeling the lack of sleep she had gotten just shrugged.

‘Not even excited about Christmas,’ Eli mused somewhere along the way. ‘You really are missing Nico.’

It wasn’t even a question, which meant she didn’t have to give the obvious answer. As she followed Eli onto the subway and saw the line they were transferring onto, her destination became obvious. She couldn’t help but smile despite herself at the nostalgia - it’d been a while since she had last visited the place.

‘I’m home!’ Eli called out as she shut the door behind them and kicked off her shoes.

‘Pardon my intrusion,’ Maki said.

‘Ah!’ Nozomi looked back from her apartment’s benchtop, where she was preparing the evening’s dinner. From the look of things, and especially from Nozomi’s special grill which was already laid out, it was going to be yakiniku.

‘Evenin’, Maki-chan! Nicocchi told us to look after you, so Eli went and fetched you while I finished my class.’

Maki paused for a moment and thought. Something just sounded off with that statement. ‘What did Nico-chan really say?’

‘Something along the lines of you being a massive baby who needs to be kept away from heat sources and sharp objects in the kitchen,’ said Nozomi.

Maki groaned. ‘I’m good with a scalpel, though.’

‘She also said that if left unsupervised you’d live off a diet of coffee and convenience store food,’ Eli continued. ‘I refuse to believe that, because a medical student knows the importance of good nutrition, but…’

Maki shifted awkwardly and averted her gaze.

Eli sighed. ‘Seriously, Maki?’

‘So, that’s why you’re here for the evening!’ Nozomi said, cheerfully returning to chopping bits of meat with her knife. ‘And besides, it’s always good to catch up for a chat.’

Settling herself under their kotatsu, the warmth seeped through Maki’s extremities with a tingling sensation. It was similar, but not quite the same feeling as returning home to Nico’s one. But she gave a contented sigh all the same.

‘What do you want to talk about?’ asked Maki.

Just from her tone, Maki didn’t need to see Nozomi’s face to know that her eyes were twinkling with mischief. ‘Seeing as how this is a special occasion, do you wanna hear embarrassing things about Nicocchi?’

After several plates of grilled beef, occasional vegetables and mostly responsible drinking choices, Maki felt alive and refreshed in a way that she hadn’t been sequestered away in her own apartment. Forget antibiotics: a meal shared with two good friends should be used as a cure for all ills, the medical student thought, as she tried to keep her lungs somewhere within her body from laughing too hard. Nozomi was stood up from the table

The laughter faded down into quiet between the three. Eli took a sip of her drink; Maki adjusted the way she sat to get a bit more comfortable. When she looked across the room, however, she found Nozomi looking her way, a hand propped under her chin in thought and her emerald eyes making a quiet appraisal of her. It was a familiar feeling to her, but Maki still fidgeted under the scrutiny.

Evidently, she had passed whatever mental test Nozomi had calculated, as she broke the comfortable silence between them. ‘Hey, Maki-chan,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘What comes to mind when you think of winter?’

‘The usual things, I guess? Cold. Snow. Santa-san. Why?’

Nozomi took a sip of tea before turning her gaze into the drink. ‘Because when I think of winter, I think of a tiny high-school girl with a pink umbrella handing out flyers in the Otonokizaka courtyard.’

Seeing Nozomi’s expression, Eli sidled across the chair and draped a comforting arm around her shoulders. ‘Nozomi…’

The atmosphere felt different now to Maki as she watched her two seniors again fall into a hush. When Nozomi looked back up at Maki, it was with a pained smile.

‘A girl who hates the cold getting covered in snow for hours and hours, waiting for someone to take the flyers she made for her Idol Research Club. A girl who tried not to care what other people said not so quietly behind her back, crying in the bathrooms when she thought there was no one else around. That’s what I think of most when I think of winter, Maki-chan.’

Maki now knew why Nozomi had hesitated before – she could feel a swell of emotions spring up from somewhere in her chest just thinking about it. They’d talked about Nico’s past before, but never quite said how bad it was for her. Just how much it might’ve hurt. It made it difficult to think of a response other than ‘Oh.’

As she watched Eli comfort a shaken Nozomi, Maki got the sinking feeling that Nico might’ve had an even lonelier winter than she could ever dream of.

The chime of bells brought class to an end and Nico sighed with relief, looking up from her notebook which was more like a sketchbook after her latest efforts. After classes of English, algebra and geography, she had learned how to draw the perfect frills for her new costume.

Lingering in her seat for the moment, she propped a hand beneath her chin and watched as the rest of the class broke into that excited chatter that only the end of a school day can bring – like places to navigate afterschool for the perfect snack, or the club activities that they were looking forwards to completing that day.

It made Nico think of the Idol Research Club, as she flicked through her textbook and reviewed the activities planned that afternoon. It made Nico think of the Idol Research Club which had shrunk by half in the last week, and was down to two other members apart from herself.

She didn’t want to get up after that thought crossed her mind.

She dropped her bag to the floor, slumped further down into her chair and began idly riffing through pages to kill some time. That was, until a sudden voice called out from behind her.

‘Ni-co-cchi~!’

After being surprised by a hug from behind, Nico would’ve said that she responded in a calm, composed manner. Nozomi would’ve said that Nico squealed and pre-emptively brought her hands across her chest.

‘What do you want, Nozomi?’ Nico replied with cool sophistication. Probably.

‘It’s nothing,’ said Nozomi, smiling. ‘You just seemed a bit out of it, that’s all. Is everything okay?’

‘Everything’s fine,’ said Nico as she turned her head away from Nozomi to face the front of the classroom. Nozomi simply walked around her desk and sat at the chair in front.

‘Is that really true?’

Nico buried her head against the desk to avoid Nozomi’s gaze. Undeterred, Nozomi placed a soft hand to the back of Nico’s head.

‘Nicocchi…’

Nico vigorously shook her head to clear Nozomi’s hand. There was only one way to get rid of her and her prying questions - it was time to use the not-so-secret weapon.

Flashing a smile and making a Nico-Nii with a spare hand, Nico held eye contact this time - just like she had practiced in the mirror over and over again. Because smiles are contagious, and an idol’s job is to make people smile. Especially when you’re the president of the Idol research Club.

‘Nico’s fine, Nozomi,’ Nico said, using her sugary sweet idol voice. ‘Really.’

As she fixed Nico with a questioning look, Nico could tell that Nozomi didn’t buy it, and was running calculations in her head as to what she wanted to say next. After a long, thoughtful look, Nozomi sighed and gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she stood up in defeat, pushing her chair which scraped against the floor with a sharp noise.

‘If you say so, Nicocchi.’

Once more, she had gotten away with it like she always did – the cost was the feeling of an overwhelming tiredness, as Nico rested her head against the table once more.

As Nozomi’s footsteps made their way somewhere near the classroom door, Nico heard Nozomi turn around to tack one one last thought. ‘Just remember: Elicchi and I are always here for you, okay?’

‘Yeah.’ Nico didn’t bother looking up, instead huffing and grumbling into the wooden desktop, looking and sounding too tired to care. ‘Whatever.’

After another moment where Nico knew she was being appraised once more, the classroom door finally slid shut. But it still didn’t completely muffle the two voices from the other side.

She heard Eli and her concern first. ‘Is everything alright with Nico?’

‘Who knows,’ Nozomi replied, in a whisper which wasn’t quiet enough.

A small flicker of anger flared inside Nico. She was fine. She didn’t need their concern, their pity, because she was fine. Why wouldn’t they believe that?

Perhaps it was because she didn’t really believe that herself.

More importantly, Nico mused to herself as her feet finally carried her in the direction of the clubroom, if they had the time to worry about her, then Nozomi and Eli could do something about the stupid school uniform rules. Isn’t it some kind of cruel and unusual punishment to walk around in winter with only a cotton blazer for warmth?

If Nico had her way, she’d be ensconced in the puffiest, warmest, pinkest parka she could scrounge from the thrift stores. And because she’s Nico, she’d make it look absolutely dashing as well. But according to Eli and Nozomi, the cardigan was pushing the rules far enough already. Not like Nico was obliged to listen to her friends on the Student Council or anything…

So instead, she wore the hand-me-down thermal underwear which was slightly too long and loose in the chest department, which would probably be funny to people other than Nico.

Opening the door, Nico folded her arms in front of herself and trembled. How did the room always manage to turn into a freezer during the day?

It was time for the usual routine: shiver her way over to the heater and crank it up to max, spend a few minutes feeling the heat melt away at the gross, damp spots of her clothing, then at last settle into her chair, open her notebook and check her practice routine planned for the day. That, of course, required the other members (what was left of them, anyway) to show up.

That was already a surprise now that Nico thought of it. She’d been delayed by her own thoughts and a pesky Nozomi already, and the other two hadn’t shown up yet? She looked to the wall and checked the time on the room’s clock. 15 minutes late, and counting.

How inconsiderate, Nico huffed to herself as she settled into her chair at the head of the table. An empty room takes longer to heat up. It was still cold enough to feel like knives driving into her bones.

‘Stupid winter,’ she muttered to herself.

After a few minutes spent directly in front of the heater with her hands outstretched, they finally arrived. The door opened with a clicking sound.

‘Sorry we’re late,’ apologised the brown-haired, first-year student. Her voice was meek, her eyes downcast and avoiding eye-contact.

The other first year took a deep breath, then marched across the room towards Nico. When she drew close, Nico noticed the sight of two, white envelopes placed in her hand, which she laid out on the desk in front of Nico.

An uncomfortable, twisting feeling formed in her stomach as she eyed the two envelopes handed to her. Despite the warmth of the heater starting to fill the room, Nico felt her fingers go a prickly numb and cold as she extended them and took hold of the letters.

‘What…’ Nico’s voice came out choked, before she swallowed her nervousness once more. ‘What are these?’

‘What do they look like? They’re our letters of resignation.’

For all her bravado, the taller girl still wouldn’t look Nico in the eyes, instead looking at the corner of the room. In the background, the other girl had her hands nervously clutched at the hem of her blazer.

Nico opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head. The silence that ensued was overpowering. After a few moments which felt like hours, Nico realised that the only thing she could do was ask. ‘Why…?’

The girl clenched her hands into fists by her side. ‘We can’t do this anymore,’ she finally said. ‘Not everyone is as dedicated as you are. Why can’t you see that? You’re always going on about being the Number One Idol, but you look more like a girl in primary school. And the “Nico Nico Nii” you always make us do? It’s seriously weird. Not cute,’ she scoffed. ‘This entire thing has been a waste of time.’

‘A waste… of time?’ Nico repeated.

‘She didn’t mean it like that!’ the shorter girl spoke up in a panic. ‘She meant-‘

‘Don’t. We’ve made our minds up.’ She made her way over to the other girl by the exit. ‘Come on – we’re done here.’

Nico rushed to her feet and reached out with her arm. She grasped at thin air. ‘Ah, wait!‘

They didn’t. There was only the sound of the clubroom door being shut, followed ny footsteps disappearing down the hallway, which rung and reverberated inside Nico’s head and left her too stunned to sit back down again.

When she realised what she wanted to say, it was already too late.

‘Please,’ she said, sniffling and running at her nose. ‘Don’t go.’

Looking down with her hands folded into her lap, Maki felt the heat of a tear running down her face. ‘Why are you telling me this?’ she said, her voice coming out hoarse.

‘Because whenever winter comes around, we want Nico to have happier memories than those,’ Nozomi said. ‘She’s precious to us. And to you too, right?’

Maki nodded a bit too hard. ‘Of course she is.’

‘I’m sure Nico wouldn’t tell you something like this,’ Eli said, gently running her hand across Nozomi’s shoulders. ‘It’s not something she wanted to dwell on.’

‘We tried our best to help her after that,’ added Nozomi. ‘We really, really did. But you know how Nicocchi is. She didn’t want our “pity”. But I always wonder, Maki-chan. Should I have been more forceful? Could I have done more for Nicocchi?’ Nozomi returned a guilty gaze to her lap and mumbled. ‘I don’t have many regrets, but leaving her alone is one of them.’

‘But,’ Eli interrupted, ‘Nozomi always had faith that things would work out for Nico one day.’ She took Nozomi’s hand into her own. ‘And she was right, as per usual.’

‘Elicchi…’

‘Nozomi…’

It was like a warm, comforting breeze had swept through the room from the affection the two gave each other. Maki smirked, and realised that her reaction was the same as what Nico’s would be.

‘Gross.’

Her upperclassmen traded a look of mock affront between them and spoke at the same time. ‘What’s with that? I don’t get you.’

‘So!’ said Nozomi, changing the subject with a cheerful shout. ‘Because you’re the one closest to our Nicocchi, we want you to make a promise.’ ‘That was another reason Elicchi and I had you over this evening.’

Getting up from the couch and making a small whine at the lack of contact with Eli that followed, Nozomi sat herself beside Maki and outstretched a pinky. ‘Do you swear to always be there for Nicocchi, through rain, sleet and snow?’ she asked. ‘Cross your heart and hope to die?’

Maki took Nozomi’s pinky within her own and shook. ‘I promise.’

Making her way over to Maki’s other side, Eli brought out her left pinky to meet Maki’s. ‘Promise to never, ever leave Nico standing there by herself, cut off your pinky and swallow a thousand needles if you lie?’

Maki nodded. ‘I promise.’

‘Then it’s settled,’ Nozomi said, leaning them into a group hug. If Maki had closed her eyes, she might’ve sworn she felt Nico hugging along as well.

‘You two know so much about Nico-chan,’ Maki whispered after a while. ‘I’m jealous.’

‘Well,’ Eli replied, happily entwining her hand with Nozomi’s, ‘we do have two years head start on you.’

‘We’ll help you catch up, then. What were we talking about before?’

‘Oh, that’s right,’ they said in unison. ‘More embarrassing Nico stories!’

The buzz of a phone in her jacket pocket left Maki fumbling to retrieve it. ‘Ah, I’m sorry,’ she said, before grinning when she saw the caller’s name. ‘It’s Nico-chan.’

With knowing smiles given by Eli and Nozomi, Maki stood up and excused herself into the kitchen to take the call.

‘Maki-channnn!’ Nico sung out of Maki’s speaker. ‘You’re still alive?’

‘Nope,’ Maki replied. ‘I can’t eat, drink or do anything without you, so I died.’

‘Still as sarcastic as ever,’ said Nico. ‘But that’s fine.’

‘How was today’s concert? Where are you right now?’

‘Concert was amazing, mainly because Nico was in it. And Nico could melt in the bed pf her hotel room,’ Nico said, punctuated by a yawn. ‘It’s so warm after a day in the cold…’

‘You should rest, Nico-chan. You’ve had a long day.’

‘Maybe later,’ said Nico. ‘Right now, I just… kinda want to hear your voice.’

Maki felt the heat rising into her cheeks. Nico could be so unfair sometimes. ‘W-What do you want to talk about?’

‘For starters, I’m curious as to what Eli and Nozomi would’ve talked with you about. They tend to talk about Nico a lot when Nico isn’t there, apparently,’ Nico added with a scoff at the end.

Maybe not in the way you’d think, Maki thought to herself. ‘We talked about winter. And embarrassing Nico stories.’

‘What?! ‘I should’ve known,’ she said, groaning. ‘They’re such blabbermouths. So? What amazing things did you learn about me?’

Maki found herself smirking again. ‘That’s a secret.’

‘Unfair,’ Nico said, and Maki could hear another groan behind it.

‘Hey, Nico-chan…’ Maki hesitated. Nico waited for her, the sound of nothing eventually becoming overwhelming. ‘What do you think of winter?’

There was the sound of Nico shuffling herself on the bed. Maki could picture Nico bringing the blankets over herself, hearing her voice become drowsier and yawnier with each passing moment.

‘Winter?’ Nico sleepily answered. ‘I hate it. It’s cold, dark and lonely – all things that Nico doesn’t like.’

‘Mmmm. I see.’

‘Nico would rather be under the kotatsu with Maki-chan, or going someplace warm with her friends and family…’ Unguarded and unfiltered, Maki made a mental note to talk to Nico when she’s tired more often.

‘Leave it to me, okay?’

‘Sounds… good…’

Maki smiled as she heard Nico’s breaths settle into a steady, sleeping rhythm. ‘Goodnight, Nico-chan.’

‘Night… Maki…chan…’

The singular ‘break’ in Nico’s tour schedule was to return to Tokyo for Christmas Day, before a flight out of Haneda in the early hours of the 26th. As she climbed up the stairs to her apartment late in the evening, she had a rough idea of what would be awaiting her.

‘I’m home,’ she announced, immediately finding the tree, lights and decorations all painstakingly set up by someone who cared about Christmas wayyyy too much. But it was strange – she had at least expected Maki to have been standing in the doorway. Not being pounced upon by a jovial Maki high on the power of Christmas threw Nico off completely.

Until she found Maki sprawled under their kotatsu, then she wondered why she was surprised.

‘This is your favourite place,’ Nico said, smiling.

Sitting beside her and taking in her glorious, stupid, drooling face rested against the tabletop, Nico felt the tiredness fading from her bones.

Maki eventually shifted when she noticed Nico’s presence and eased herself upright. She yawned. ‘How long was I asleep for?’

‘Long enough that it looks like you’ve spilled a drink on the table,’ Nico replied.

Maki looked down and gave a groaned reply.

‘Sorry,’ said Nico, wrapping an arm around Maki’s shoulders. Maki took things further and pulled Nico into for a hug. Buried in the crook of Nico’s neck, Maki finally felt the warmth she had missed all this time before.

‘Nico-chan…’ Maki began, shyly tugging on Nico’s coat sleeve. ‘I know you have to leave and be amazing tomorrow. But for now… Please don’t go anywhere else. I… I really missed you this winter.’

Nico held Maki close and rubbed a circle into her back.

‘I’m not going anywhere. I promise.’

#nicomaki #nozoeli #love live secret santa 2017 #opahcity

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lady-annie-bee · 7 years ago

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Day 1: Immortal Au: Steve Rogers × Reader: Part 1

Hey guys! Sorry for being late! December really snuck up on us didn't it? Uh, so mines a little long, so I'll have to have a part two. Sorry for the inconvenience!***

It can take a long time to realize you're, for all instances and purposes, immortal. Born in 1902, you could testify to that, especially when going through the motions of the Roaring Twenties, with all the secret alcohol and the unforgettable parties; it was easy to forget. Until all your friends got their first grays together, and then kids, and then grand kids, and then even a few great grand kids. While you were still stuck at 18.

And then time just kept going, and going, and going. And you were not going with it. Everything slowly changed, from your grand 20s apartment to the way the world thought. The cynic you were only grew stronger with time.

Your apartment changed, not too much in decor, but in electricity and pricing definently. Your job after retirement changed from a classic canary to a museum exhibition manager, your most recent best friend ran the museum and gladly hired you for your vast knowledge of the 20s onwards.

When you were younger, your mother told you that when you meet your soulmate, you'll just know. The outward signs didn't matter, you'll feel it in your soul, she would say. But by now you were thoroughly convinced that you didn't have one. People without soulmates tended to age normally; you were the only known outlier. It was possible that you just hadn't met him yet and he was facing the same circumstances as you; you didn't get your hopes up.

Walking into your apartment, your heart gave a jump. Casually sitting on your sofa was Nick Fury, the grandson of an old friend of yours.

Holding your hands to your heart, you said,"Nick...you gave me a heart attack!"

"I've been doing this for how long now? And you still get surprised? Well, whatever problem you need to sort with yourself, do it soon. We need you back." He said.

"Nick..." you sat down on the odoman, "I don't think I can... it's been so long, they've had their time with me. I'm too old for this stuff now. I'm retired."

"You really think I'm gonna believe that? Ms. Goes-to-a-party-every-weekend? If anything you're too old for that!" He said dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, "you know what I mean... I'm tired, Nick."

"Whatever. But, if you're in the neighbohood, Stark is hosting something big on Friday, come if you want in," he handed you an invitation. It was cute with little rings decorating the elaborate card. You nodded your thanks and goodbye.

Throughout the rest if the week, your feet found themselves conviently passing the Avenger Tower. If anyone promised a good party with just their name, it would be a Stark. Even his father had good parties, you remembered.

Everything in you sprang with glee at the prospect of going to one. You knew that Nick was doing this on purpose. He had been keeping an eye on you, just watching, waiting to recruit you back. Every second spent just thinking about the excitement of the party, was another second thinking about the mission toll. Your favorite dress and your favorite suit. Both if which, you were itching to put on again. And you were just plain itching to go.

"You win this time Nicholas Fury..." muttering to yourself, you walked to your apartment to get ready for what was bound to end wild.

Walking into the renound Tower was a little less than breath taking, you've seen better; but at the same time, nothing was as well decorated with lights and tinsel and red and gold orbs and little bells.

Your heart jumped with adrenaline, already ready to fight to the line to the bar. Your feet danced with the urge to find someone for the Charleston, but you knew no one would. So you settled for some expensive champagne and sat down next to some nice blond dude, who appeared to be around your age (but you never know here) drinking the same thing.

A fork was hit against a glass calling everyone to attention. Tony stood on his little soap box ready to profess.

"Thank you all for being here. It means a lot to Pepper and I...."

Tony went on for a while about how amazing Pepper was and the privilege he had to be marrying her soon. You didn't really care for the sappy stuff, so you zoned out thinking of your soulmate, or lack thereof, again.

After a night of dancing with strange people and drinking even stranger things, you passed out on Tony Stark's plush couch. At least it was a nice couch.

When you woke up, you were still on the couch, this time with a blanket. You groggily looked around and saw that guy from the bar.

"You loo... familiar... have I... seen you before?" You slurred, eyes half closed and heavy. Your voice still raspy from the night.

The man looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You felt a rush before passing out again.

The next time you woke up, you had a major headache. A hangover, you recognized. The feeling of intense nausea and the world closing in was unmistakable. You'd know it from a mile away. Your placement hadn't moved, or your blanket, only the river of drool. You cringed and tried to wipe it with your blanket.

You felt your hair and yawned, it was all over the place. Stretching some more, you see the people gathered in the room.

"This chick is our new teammate?!" One of them said, you were too dead to figure out who.

"This "chick" has fifteen different degrees in science and communications, she is one of the most intelligent people in the world and was an important S.H.I.E.L.D. operative for years, best in her field," said Nick, that one you could make out.

"This chick is awake now, where's your Advil?" You interrupted. The people in the room looked alarmed, you raised an eyebrow. "For some of the most cautious people in the world, you sure are startled easily."

"We'll go discus this somewhere else," said Tony to Nick, "Cap, you stay here and watch."

The nice blonde dude from the bar, who had been dubbed as "Cap", nodded as all the others went to follow.

"So, 'Cap, wanna get me some Advil?"

The moment he looked at you everything fallen apart came back together. Everything rushed and yearned and urged. You could see his pupils dilating and figured yours were doing the same.

"I still need that Advil..."

The ruining of the moment had caused something to snap back into place.

"Right..."

Soon, he came back with a bottled water and two pills. You nodded your thanks at him as you downed the pills and the water.

"Wow." The Cap shook his head.

"What's wrong, sweetheart, am I not what you expected me to be?" You sassed, hoping that he wouldn't reject you.

"Ma'am, it's just... I'm a hundred years old," he said with his head down.

"Hun, if it makes you feel any better, I'm a hundred and fifteen. Trust me, I know how it feels."

"It's just," he took a breath, "Now? Of all times?" Suddenly he felt small again.

"What better time than the present!" You started, "Now, I have a lot of explaining to say to my boss, I'm late! So, for times' sake: I'm (Y/N)(L/N), I'm your soulmate, apparently I'm joining your team? I'm a little fuzzy on that, but yeah..."

"Steve Rogers, ma'am, I've waited a long time for this," he said, "if your going so soon, at least let me walk you to where your going?"

A door closing caught your attention, whipping your head around, you saw Nick and the other Avengers, minus three.

"You aren't going nowhere! Get your butts back in these chairs!" Nick yelled at you both. "(Y/N), your joining this team, so you don't need that job, I've already broke the news to your boss."

"Nick-" you started, but got interupted.

"Nu-uh, my turn. And you have the option of living here, but i know how unbelievingly attached you are to that thing you call the building that you live in." You rolled your eyes.

He handed you a packet of folders. "Here, read this. You'll need to know everything in it."

"Ok, fine." You didn't know how tell them that their Caption America was your soulmate, and it looked like Steve didn't either, so neither of you brought it up.

#soulcember #soulmate au #immortal #in which you stop aging at 18 until you meet your soulmate so you csn grow old together #steve rogers x reader #captain America #marvel #avengers

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yes-i-also-miss-our-talks · 7 years ago

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You Will Be Found: S/O Tag

The kiddos of YWBF decided to sit down together and answer a few questions about their relationships for a video. Enjoy!

(I’m going to do this in transcript form if you don’t mind. There’s just so many of them talking.)

Key:

A: Alana

B: Ben

C: Connor

E: Evan

J: Jared

K: Kaeto

L: Libby

Z: Zoe

J: This is going to be a clusterf**ck. I’m calling it now.

A: Have a little faith!

K: So how are we going to do this? In what order are we gonna go?

J: Twitter asked that we do it in chronological order, by who’s been together the longest. (to L and K) We know they love you more, but this is a group effort.

C: (accusatory) Spotlight hogs.

K: Not on purpose!

C: (doubtfully) Uh-huh.

Z: Boys, play nice. So, to make sure we and all the nice people at home are all on the same page, that’s Jared and Ben, then Lana and I, then Connor and Evan, and Kaeto and Libby last.

B: We win!

K: You hate competitions.

B: We’re still winning.

J: (to camera) Do you see why I love him?

*cut*

Q: How long have you been together?

J: Two years? Two and a half?

B: Something like that, yeah. It was early 2015. Sometime in March.

A: June 3rd, 2015. 10:22 a.m. Zoe had been eighteen less than twenty-four hours.

Z: Aww, you remembered the time. And you waited until I wasn’t jailbait! Okay, Con?

C: Since what, mid-August last year?

E: Yeah, it was right before you went to rehab for the last time.

C: No mind-altering substances and no boyfriend. Double torture.

E: But worth it?

C: (fondly) Like you wouldn’t f**king believe.

Z: *gags* Are you guys done being gross?

C: For the sake of not making this video three hours long, yes.

J: Kaeto and Libby’s turn!

L: What was the question?

J: ‘How long have you been together?’

L: Not long. Since what, early September? More towards the middle? There wasn’t an exact day.

K: I wrote it down, but I can’t remember exactly right now.

Q: What was your first impression of the other?

B: “Why is he smiling like that?”

J: “He’s looking at me like I’m a weirdo but it’s f**king adorable.”

A: “Green hair? That’s someone braver than me.”

Z: “This girl is so nice. How is she friends with my brother? How am I friends with my brother?”

C: Well, fuck you, too.

E: That better not be your official answer.

C: That better not be yours.

(E and C stick their tongues out at one another)

C: But for real, the first thing I remember was like, first grade, maybe? You were always really quiet at school, but then one day your mom came to pick you up after school, and she had this Golden Retriever with her. You lit up a like a g**damn Christmas tree and barreled right into that dog. After that, I always subconsciously kept a list of things that made you happy.

E: Is it still there in your head?

C: Yep.

E: You think it’s accurate?

C: I’d bet my life on it.

E: Well, are you item number one?

C: (blushing slightly) Don’t you have your own f**king question to answer?

E: [referring to ‘first impression’ question] You were always a dark cloud over a room.

C: (sarcastically) Thanks, babe.

E: But you know how I love gloomy days!

L: You two are actually sickening. I’m going to puke.

E: It’s your turn to answer.

L: Nooo, it’s gonna make me seem bitchy.

K: My first impression of you was that you were kind of a bitch.

L: Okay, I feel less bad about it now.

K: Now I don’t wanna hear it.

J: Just spit it out!

L: My first impression of Kaeto - and I warned you that it’s not the best - was “who the fuck is still wearing a giant maroon jacket at the end of May?”

[the kids wince]

Z: Yeah, I can see how you wouldn’t want to share that one.

L: And screw you all for making me say it.

*cut*

Q: When was your first kiss?

J: Like, three minutes after we established that I was not in any way joking about liking him and was dead serious when I said I wanted to date him.

B: (grinning) I have terrible self-esteem and think everyone hates me!

[Michi, laying with her head in his lap, reaches up and licks his cheek]

B: Thanks, Michi.

Z: We kissed for the first time maybe two weeks before we started dating (with air quotes) “officially” or whatever. And then it was another three weeks before we actually told anyone.

A: And by told anyone, you mean being forced to tell the truth after your roommate walked in on us making out.

Z: Yeah, she never talked to me again after I got assigned a new dorm.

A: Connor? Evan?

[they shift uncomfortably]

C: It’s really sappy and kind of personal.

E: Yeah.

J: Alright, you’re allowed to keep it vague.

E: It was like when we got together, in that it was right before Connor went into rehab, but this was literally right before.

C: (nodding) Yeah, I think that’s a good way to put it. Let’s just leave it at that; it’s a story for another video.

E: Yeah. Kaeto?

K: I know what the next question is gonna be, and it ties in with this one, so we’re gonna skip and get back to it in a bit.

L: Yay! Less talking!

*cut*

Q: Who said “I love you” first.

Z: Ooh! I vote we let Kaeto and Libby go first just to settle the anticipation.

E: Zoe, we set up an order. We have to stick to it.

A: Or else society crumbles.

E: Exactly.

Z: (grumpily) I can’t believe I chose the two of you as my favorite humans.

J: Can we go now?

C: Please do.

B: It was Jared. I made him do it.

J: That’s...not far from the truth, actually. I mean, you guys all know this, but the people watching might not, so I should explain that a lot of communicating with Ben requires total bluntness and honesty. It makes you really aware of everything you say and do, as well as often forcing you to really analyze or actions. And for me, who’s socially inept and a self-centered dick, it’s been really helpful to be able to acquire this awareness.

L: Aww, Jay, I don’t think you’re a socially inept, self-centered dick.

J: (flatly) Lib, I’m telling a f**king story. And that’s literally what Asperger’s is.

[caption reading “it is and it isn’t” appears at the bottom of the screen momentarily]

J: (more light-hearted) Anyway, when I realized I was in love -

L: Awww

J: - shut the f**k up - with Ben, I kind of freaked out a little bit. It was all internal, so I did start acting weird, Ben picked up on it, worried he’d done something wrong, and then started freaking out himself.

B: (grinning) I’m crazy like that.

J: Nah. But I had to simultaneously calm him down and deal with the fact that I was scared out of my mind because I’d never told someone who wasn’t family that I loved them before. It was a big, emotional mess and I’m glad it’s over and that we��re still here.

[B nods in agreement and leans his head on J’s shoulder]

A: In the case of Zoe and I, I’m pretty sure it was actually me who said it first.

Z: Yeah, it was one of those cases where it slips out on accident over something kind of mundane. Do you remember what it was?

A: You fed my cats so I could sleep in and then brought me Ovaltine.

C: You never tell me you love me after I feed your cats.

A: That’s because you complain the whole time! Jared steals all my Ovaltine, but at least he’s nice to my cats.

C: We are not having the cat argument again right now!

E: (laughing) Hey, Connor, I just realized that not only did you say “I love you” first, but you did it right after our first kiss.

J: You two moved way too f**king fast.

Z: Give the boys a break, they were holding onto three consecutive years of romantic and sexual tension.

E: You do realize that you’re implying that even while you and I were -

Z: I knew it as soon as I said it, but I’m not gonna take it back.

E: Okay, then. Kaeto, now are you going?

K: (nods) Yeah. So, it was -

L: (interrupting) Kaeto said it first, then I proceeded to grab his face. Not even ten seconds in between and way less sappy than these two losers (points at C and E).

J: (shudders) Why do you have to say everything so bluntly?

L: Why do you have to take such issue in the way I do things?

*cut*

Q: What’s your favorite trait about the other?

B: Jared puts a unique but positive perspective on everything. Except for when he doesn’t, but pure optimism is bad for the soul.

J: Definitely his butt.

[a stuffed rabbit flies from behind the camera and hits J on the head]

J: Sorry, Lily. I was kidding. But really, I’m going to go with either his smile or the way he indirectly forces me to see the world differently and think a bit more before I speak.

A: Zoe takes everything in stride, but not in a way that embraces chaos, per se. She can be met with a problem or situation that seems chaotic or plain overwhelming, but has no issue taking a step back and finding order in it. I don’t do super well with disorganization and chaos, and she’s helped me have more faith in myself when faced with it.

Z: Lots of people have pointed out that I’m basically dating Hermione, and that’s literally the greatest thing anyone could ever say to me. I was obsessed with Hermione as a kid, although I think everyone expected me to want to be like her, not date her. Whoops.

C: For me, Evan is kind of a calming presence, so I’m at ease with him around and having a stabilizing force has really been helpful as I’ve been going through recovery. He’s also very aware of others, which can be his fatal flaw when it makes him ignore himself, but I’ve found it really helpful. Oh, and he makes me go outside. I like going outside, but I need someone to force me to do it a lot of the time. It works out.

E: Connor makes me put myself first in situations where my concern is generally elsewhere. And he draws on sticky notes and leaves them all over the house, which never fails to make me smile. A walking partner is always nice, too.

C: I forgot to mention that you’re a space heater. Sleeping next to you in the winter is the best.

E: And the rest of the year?

C: Well, then it’s just you that’s the best.

Z: (pretends to gag)

L: I would like to set the record straight and inform everyone that my boyfriend has the softest freaking lips I have ever encountered in addition to the best dog on the planet. What else do you need?

K: (shrugs) I’ll take it. I don’t think I necessarily have a part of Libby that I like more than the rest, though. It’s a mix of features and traits that came together just so to make her who she is, and that’s someone I love who love me in return and makes me happy simply by being.

[L hugs K and peppers his face with kisses]

J: (stage whisper) That’s how you know they’ve been together the shortest period of time.

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