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kageyamatobiyogurt · 3 years ago

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haikyuu boys with crushes

a/n: hey everyone it’s been a minuteeeee IM HAVING WRITERS BLOCK PLS. i really wanted to get stuff out bc i used to post regularly 🥺 and there’s also a bunch of new followers on this acc so i wanted to give something.

this is technically a part two so check out the other posts if you want

part 1

includes: bokuto, akaashi, osamu, atsumu, kenma,

bokuto:

a bit of a goofball but he means well

poor baby’s hair droops when you don’t give him enough attention

even a tiny greeting from you at the beginning of class is enough to get him through the day

he tries to keep his crush a secret but he’s bad at keeping secrets, and a little bad at whispering too

honestly, you’ll probably be able to figure out his feelings pretty fast

this one day you pass by him in the halls as he walks next to akaashi

he’s already beaming at you and waving

“hi koutaro!” you smiled, waving right back at him

the fact that you called him by him first name shot another love arrow into his heart

his smile becomes even wider as you walk closer to him

when you aren’t looking you hear him whisper shout at akaashi, “aKAashi! did you see that! y/n said hi to me!”

the way he confesses is so cute too pls

ofc he does it at a game you show up to, he always plays better when you do

right as he’s rotating back to serve, he turns his head to you and calls out “y/n! i like you! watch this serve!” you’re blushing like crazy but you cheer him on as he aces that very serve

he doesn’t even expect much back, but wowee when you tell him you like him too after the game he feels like he has enough energy for 5 more games

akaashi:

he feels like he messes up every time he talks to you

he keeps stuttering? why? why is his heart beating so fast??

in reality, he’s fumbling a lot less than he thinks

these small stutters and pauses are much more noticeable to him and frankly, you just think it’s more endearing

he also tends to fall into this habit of touching the nape of his hair when he talks to you

kind of also can’t look into your eyes because he’s worried he might blurt his feelings out right then and there

he’ll confess one day after classes and he speaks so softly that you step in closer to hear him

little do you know, you made him catch his breath with that one action

but he phrases it so sweetly i’m crying “y/n, i um, just wanted to tell you that i think you’re lovely”

osamu:

save him

poor boy has atsumu as the wingman he didn’t ask for

i mean atsumu will spot you and just holler, “OY ‘SAMU IT’S-” before he’s cut off with a shove

he’s torn because he doesn’t want you to think he’s a violent person but he also can’t let atsumu expose him like that

winds up apologizing profusely pls

after he pushes atsumu he’s just bringing up a nervous hand to his hair and just sort of going, “y/n please ignore him, he was dropped as a baby”

when you giggle at their antics he feels his heart jump

when he’s with you by himself he’s so sweet though

he tries to study with you but honestly just winds up giving you snacks as you both talk the whole time

pays attention to when you’re looking tired during class

and if he isn’t sitting near you, he’ll ask fellow classmates to pass you a small candy even if you’re 4 seats forward and 3 seats to the right away

he winds up confessing by leaving bread from the nearby bakery on your desk with a note

the note says, “eat up y/n” with “i like you” written in small letters

atsumu:

this twin lmao

you’d think he’d be more confident but ohoho, the more his feelings develop he find them slowly more overwhelming

at first there was a lot of “hi y/n!” whenever he’d see you and he’d internally smile, lowkey congratulating himself

but the more he realized how kind you were and how pretty you looked he swore his heart would swell every time he looked at you

maybe osamu gets back at him for being a terrible wingman

osamu goes, “’tsumu isn’t that y/n-”

before he finishes atsumu’s eyes are already widening while his head whips in the direction osamu is facing

osamu is wheezing, but not for too long before atsumu tackles him

“how could ya do that! ya jerk-”

eventually he accidentally bumps into you and to steady yourself you wind up grabbing onto his uniform jacket and mans turns bright red

something about you holding onto him and looking at him so closely and he blurts, “yer pretty”

mans gets even redder at the realization of what he’s done PLS

kenma:

he used to look forward to the breaks in between classes mainly to game

but suddenly he finds himself looking forward to one more thing: you

he finds himself nervous around you, and not the usual uneasiness he tends to feel with people, this was different

you made his stomach flip but he also couldn’t seem to run away

he wanted to talk to you, what music you listened to, wanted to know how your day was. but he felt that he couldn’t just come up to you randomly, and he didn’t know where to start

for some reason, every glance you threw his way he couldn’t fight the small smile that crept onto his face

what surprised him was when you sat next to him on the bleachers during gym

he was doing his usual- avoiding extra exercise- when you sat next to him to take a break

“what’re you playing?” you asked

he was thankful for the topic of conversation because talking about his game was easy, he could do this

you two ended up talking about games even if you didn’t know too much

this might become a regular occurrence during gym, he’d also share his device with you to let you try sometimes too

it didn’t even bother him when you’d do better than him

soon enough it becomes easier to talk to you, even about more than games

he just grew to tell you about whatever he was in to and you’d do the same

kenma would also pay close attention to what you’d mention, remembering all the tiny details, because it was you

one day he decides to muster enough courage, heart racing as he tries to think of how to tell you

he finds you in between classes and smiles when you notice him and wave

he takes a seat next to you, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear

“so what’s the new game today?” you ask

“it’s pretty cool actually, look at this,” he says, handing you his device

within the game, this cute little character’s word bubble says, “y/n i like you so much”

he’s blushing but he feels calmer at the sight of your bright smile at his words

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btsqualityy · 2 years ago

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Im on a Eunji kick!! She’s needs love! Lol!! Can we see Eunji realizing when she fell in love with Junior? Like officially cemented when he takes her home to visit his family! Maybe Kinsley helps her realizes it! Thank you!

Another anon also said: Junior FWB Eunji request please and thank you queen!!

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, protected sex

“Wow, this is amazing,” Eunji murmured as she stepped inside of Kinsley’s studio with Kinsley following closely behind. “You set all of this up?”

“Yep,” Kinsley smiled proudly. “Well, Mason and I did.”

“I see why Junior says it’s your safe space,” Eunji said. “Very cozy.”

“Thanks. Have a seat, Eunji,” Kinsley said as she sat down in her chair that sat at the sound board while Eunji took a seat on the couch. “So, how are you?”

“I’m good, a little nervous,” she admitted with a laugh. “I’ve never met the parents of anyone that I was dating before.”

“Well, you’re still young so that’s normal,” Kinsley replied. “Plus, you seem to be a little more on the...free side, if you get my drift.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Not to the untrained eye,” Kinsley said. “But my mom, sister, and youngest daughter are the same way so I can see it in you.”

“Well then,” Eunji laughed.

“But you do care for Junior, right? Or else you wouldn’t have come home with him.”

“I do,” Eunji nodded. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and even though we had an arrangement, I love being around him. He’s a goofball, intelligent, lowkey sensitive, and so much fun to be around.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love with him,” Kinsley mused as she rested her chin on her hand.

“But I didn’t say that.”

“Your face does though,” Kinsley shot back. “You smile when you say his name and your eyes lit up as you described him. If you don’t think you’re in love, your heart and mind sure do.” Eunji just stared blankly because as she thought about it, she began to realize that maybe she did love Junior.

And that was terrifying for her.

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“Oh, fuck me baby,” Eunji moaned as Junior fucked into her hard. Since they were visiting Juniors parents, the two of them were staying in the guest house which gave them plenty of freedom to fuck to their heart’s content without having to worry about getting caught.

“You’re so fucking wet Eunji, my god,” Junior groaned, biting down on the skin of Eunji’s neck. Eunji was sat on top of the chest of drawers in the room, Junior standing in between her legs as he plunged into her.

“You make me wet baby, you always do,” she whimpered as she buried her hands in his hair.

“Whose pussy is this? Hm?” He demanded to know. “Who does this wet ass pussy belong to?��

“It’s yours Junior, it’s yours,” Eunji gasped. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Junior replied without hesitation and before Eunji could even question it, she was coming. Junior grunted as he watched her orgasm wash over her, gripping tightly onto her hips as he began to come into the condom as well.

“Damn,” he huffed with a smile, leaning forward and resting his forehead against her shoulder.

“Did you mean that?” She wondered.

“Did you?”

“Yeah but I didn’t mean to say it,” she said and Junior lifted his head to look at her.

“Then or at all?”

“Both, maybe.”

“Eunji, I’ve loved you for a while and I’ve known it for a while,” Junior revealed. “I just didn’t tell you because I know how you are. I wanted to make sure you trusted me first.”

“I do, I trust you more than anyone else in the world,” she told him. “I’m just scared.”

“I am too,” he chuckled. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”

“Me either.”

“So we can take the plunge together, ok?” Junior offered. “We’ll learn together.”

“Ok,” Eunji nodded with a smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied, moaning softly when Junior kissed her.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2 #adult junior

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sunflowerdaisybee · 3 years ago

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hello again lovely author! im here yet again to request another fic because im too lazy to write myself! may i request another continuation to the cc!karlnapity series, where them and reader all go bowling and reader ends up spraining his wrist because he has weak arms? and then all the boys give him cuddles afterwards because ow wrist hurty -froggy

Let me tell you this, a sprained wrist hurts so bad, I sprained mine like two months ago and it still gives me constant wrist pains :(, but this request was still super cute like always <3

Summary: You get hurt bowling so the boys all help in their own ways

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Karlnapity X Reader

Pronouns: intended as male but can be read as other

[A/n]: Requests are open

Bowling was meant to be fun, especially when you were bowling with your three goofy boyfriends. And for a while it was fun, but with your weak arms, something bad was bound to happen. You had gone to roll the ball and somehow messed up bad enough to hurt your wrist.

The ache was horrendous, bad enough to make you drop the ball and whine at any movement of the appendage. All three boys were quick to rush over to you, all asking a million questions, only making the situation more stressful.

"Guys please, one at a time." All three boys immediately stopped talking, panicking silently at your distress.

"I think it's sprained, it hurts like hell but I don't think it's broken." Quackity was the first to snap out of his silence.

"Let's go home and put some ice on it, we've also got some ace bandage that we can use to wrap it." You nodded and began to head back to your area, grabbing your things and going to exchange your shoes. Karl had opted to carry your things for you, saying that he didn't want you to stress yourself and make your injury worse.

The car ride home was stressful for everyone, you were cradling your injured wrists in your lap with Karl sat beside you. Every few minutes he would ask how badly it hurt, he was simply worried about how you were doing.

Sapnap was in the front passenger seat and Quackity was driving. Sapnap would occasionally glance back, asking how you were doing. Quackity was focused on driving so he only checked on you when at a red light or stop sign.

The four of you quickly arrived at Karl's house where all of you were staying. Quackity parked the car and then ran to unlock the door, rushing for the first aid kit. Karl and Sapnap carried in everyone's things while you followed after Quackity.

Quackity found the first aid kit but he had never wrapped a sprained wrist before. Thankfully Sapnap knew what to do so he offered to do it and Quackity said he'd go get ice. Karl was nowhere to be found.

"How badly does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little less than earlier, but it's still super sore." Sapnap nodded, taking your wrists gently in his to begin wrapping it. By the time he had finished wrapping it and you two had left the bathroom, Quackity had finished getting ice and wrapping it up for you.

"Has anyone seen Karl?" You glanced around the living room and kitchen trying to locate the missing boyfriend.

"I'm in here!" All three of you turned and walked into the bedroom, finding Karl on his bed, surrounded by fluffy blankets, pillows, stuffies, and snacks.

"C'mere, come cuddle." He patted the bed before opening his arms, motioning for a hug. You and the other two were quick to join him, all crawling in and cuddling into each other's arms.

"What movie do you guys wanna watch?"

"Can we watch Breakfast Club?"

"Of course!"

"Yay! Thanks, I love you guys."

"Love you too." "We love you too." "Love you too goofball."

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smugraccoon137 · 3 years ago

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Supergirl Season 2 episode 8 Medusa review part 2

If your curious part 1 was just my breakdown of Kara and Mon-els relationship that got way too long. But as always SPOILERS AND GAY THOUGHTS AHEAD

Me and kel get so excited when Lenas in an episode. Like practically giddy. I can’t help smiling when shes on screen honestly. And yes Katie McGrath is beautiful, but beyond that such a pretty smile and lovely voice. I’m sure ratings started to spike when she joined the cast. Okay enough about pretty girls on to the review

Tipsy fucking Alex though guys I can’t get over this mess of a person.

Alex: if I have to come out to my mom then I choose to do it drunk

Kara: no your not *yoinks beer*

Alex: wait no my coming out juice

Kara Danvers sneaky sneaker extraordinaire can totally interview Lena and find out Cadmus things without anyone knowing. The confidence this goofball has is top tier

Underrated relationship: Alex and Winn though. I really really love Winn and honestly Alex is such big sister energy to both him and Kara.

wow Lenas pretty in the interview scene. A touch of auburn hair from the sunlight really makes this shot and we never get to see her with her hair down. Fan service honestly, or maybe she heard a certain beef cake reporter was gonna come by and wanted to dazzel her.

Lena: hair up is for business. Hair down is for flirting friendship time with Kara

Poor baby thinks she falls short nooooo. Your doing your best godamn your only like 25 jesus. Kara give her a hug she needs love and affection

Kara thinks shes being so sneaky in this interview. Such a golden retriever, bad at sneakin. As soon as she toes the line Lena catches on and kicks her out. Really good acting in the scene, the subtle change in expression to show Lenas guard raising. Good job Katie.

Real quick Lena why is your office so ugly? How do you keep it clean? You spend 99% of your days in this place and its whiter than a hospital room. I hate it. Why is your desk an oval? and why does it have a hole in it? Kara cant eat you out in secret anymore damn.

OOHHHhhhh noooo the fucking gas bomb in the bar what the fuck. EVERYBODIES DEAD JESUS WHAT WAS THAT

Poor Mon-el. What happened at the bar was fucked up, and he feels like its fault when its obviously not.

Love that he and Kara are having bro time playing some Monopoly. Oh no not Kara asking if he likes her. Honestly thought these two had good chemistry in this scene. Im a sucker for dumbass not understanding certain words and phrases. So Kara having to reiterate her questions and finally being like “You don’t want to mate with me do you?” was super fun. Omegaverse vibes mfs. Although I am confused by mon-els reaction “I mean have you seen the kind of women I’ve been attracting?” I honestly don’t know what this means.

Kara internal reaction though: Oh thank god

Wow Kara really just has no regard for her own life, huh? she just opens the door and possibly contaminates herself. It’s good to want to help people, but love you gotta care about yourself too

Good reveal with the fortress of solitude. Oof Kara gonna feel like its her fault all those aliens died and mon-els sick. They do a really good job of showing Karas relationship with her parents through their holograms. She wants so badly to see them again, to talk to them. And she can, but not really. They just aren’t real.

Lena cattily to her mother: im used to celebrating holiday weekends alone at my desk

me to Kara: please invite her to thanksgiving

Okay so Lena being adopted is another interesting parallel to Kara. Also the fact that both Kara and Lena fall into there families shadows, and are left behhind or forgotten. Really interesting how Lena and Karas relationship is so similar to Clark and Lex’s for obvious purposes. Though the CW queer coding the fuck out of their relationship in Smallville really only adds to Supercorp fever. Its always been Homoerotic subtext Harold!

Me watching Lena and Lillian trade verbal blows: Wow ya’lls relationship is fucked up. Lex and Lionelle would spar and fence but you two are on another level jesus

oooooof that last line.

Lena: I know your lying

Lillian: and how could you possibly know that?

Lena: because you told me you loved me. And we both know thats not true

Who wrote this jesus fuck my heart. The PAIN.

Bonus thought Lena thinks Karas smart. Goofball beefcake sneaky sneakster who doesnt know the difference between flirting and friendship is smart she thinks. I love these idiots

Wow Kara just doesn’t wait huh? Oh cadmus is going to be at LCorp? Not on my watch. Lena’s there. I know this because I tune into her heart beat just to check on her cus she likes to work late. Don’t worry Alex it’s for friendship reasons.

That LCorp security guard got princess carried for .2 seconds. Best moment of his life.

God its like dark out. Lenas working on a holiday weekend into the night. I hate this, give her friends.

Lena looks so scared when Kara gets thrown into the giant LCorp sign

And then hurt Kara looking up at her with dread.

Kara internal: fuck don’t come out now. I came here to save you

God I love the protectiveness. Its *chefs kiss*. Hank throwing the beam at Lena and Kara even in her hurt state throwing herself in front of it. Sometimes self sacrifice is gay. But how Lena looks at her after wards like “I can’t believe I’m alive. I can’t believe she chose to save me”. Met with a gruff “Get out of here!”. mm yes this is my kind of content. Fight for me.

I was robbed an aftercare scene but I doubt it will be the last time. (*COUGHS* the “im leaving” phone call *COUGHS*)

Talking about the virus Eliza: what about Lena Luthor?

Kara: What about her?! (super defensive is also a super power maam)

Winn: Luthors can be pretty good actors

Kara: No, I looked into LENAS EYES. She doesn’t know anything about cadmus or her mother

J’onzz: Would you stake Mon-els life on that?

well I guess that really puts Lena and Mon-el right next to each other in priorities huh? Which one is more important?

Wow Lena totally has a crush on Supergirl after that. Flustered dork.

Lena: *laughs nervously* you know that doors not really an entrance

Kara: *upsettit stone face pupper*

Lena: :,)

Okay but the way Lena just says “Anything” all breathless and helpful when Kara says she needs her help. Shes crushin hard

Kara tells Lena her mother is in charge of Cadmus.

Lena: >:(

Annnd the crush is dead. That did not last long. Really love that Lena has such a different relationship with Kara vs Supergirl though, good dynamic having her reactions so different. Which I believe actually relates as a Clark and Lois parallel? Seeing as how Lois has two separate relationships with Clark and Superman.

OOf the way Lenas throat bobs with genuine sadness because who she thought Supergirl was is wrong. Shes just like the rest of them. Thinks Lena is just another crazy Luthor. It hurts

Kara: I know what its like to be disillusioned by our parents, but Im a pretty good judge of character, and you are not like your mother. She is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path. Be your own Hero.

Wow just what a good line. They are capable of some things here and there arent they? Melissa's delivery on this is excellent. And the way Katie McGrath is able to show such depth of sadness and bitterness even from a shot of her BACK is really cool. Great acting in this scene in particular. And I can see why the “desperation to be good” is such a highlighted part of these two relationship. Its the one thing in common between Lena and Supergirl, the place where they can meet in the middle. And the way Lena looks after her as she leaves! AHHH thats the good shit, the pining

Okay big Mon-el scene in coming so if you dont want to hear my ranting skip over this part.

Funny how as soon as Kara has this big impactful scene with Lena full of tension and emotion the writers were like: shit we almost forgot Mon-els dying.

Kara: *staring sadly back into Lenas office kind of wanting to go back in*

Writers: *cough cough* KARA He’s DYINGGGG

Kara: Oh shit right. Mon-el Oh no. My *looks at poorly written handwriting on her palm* romantic interest?

Wow Mon-el looks like shit, poor guy. Someone swaddle this pillow princess and get him some soup.

Heres a question. Kara is visibly upset that Mon-el is dying. Is it because she’s sad that the guy shes likes is dying. Because her friend is dying? Because her father created the virus thats killing him (what the writers want us to think)? Or because no matter what Kara does the people she loves keep falling through the cracks and shes helpless to stop it?

Her parents. Clark. Her adoptive father. Now Lena. Now Mon-el. Why can’t she ever do anything? Why is it always her fault? This poor kid has some deep seeded abandonment issues

Mon-el: you know you look beautiful with the weight of all these worlds on your shoulders.

I do remember my reaction here, cus I thought this was a weird line. A line that was obviously meant to be romantic and complimentary, but it felt unsettled in my stomach. Coming back and watching the scene it sits even more uncomfortably there. He obviously means well, but this line is kind of just shitty. Its a very selfish and unthoughtful thing to say to someone.

Kara’s entire fucking life has revolved around other people and making sure they are happy and taken care of. But having “failed” at such a young age to do the impossible things asked of her (carrying on Kryptons legacy, raising Clark) she overcompensates. Any normal person would just make their life revolve around their family and friends, not healthy but it works. But Kara feels responsibility over an entire world of lost people and lives. So the amount she overcompensates is ungodly. She does have the weight of worlds on her shoulders. This is not a joke or hyperbole. Its just her life. And thats so fucking shitty. And to have someone actually see that and acknowledge it. To make it a reality so to speak. Then to have them say “yeah you look good like this” while you’re a shaking Atlas being crushed. It is just a little too much isn’t it? That pain to have someone see you finally, and then completely miss the point. For them to go “oh wow your so strong. your so brave” instead of “let me help you. you shouldn’t have to do this at all, forget by yourself. But now I am here”.

I imagine this was the scene that crowned my darling himbo boy Mon-Hell? Which is so unfortunate. I hope Im wrong, but I feel that his character might just end up a big missed opportunity

I want everyone to know that me and Kel screamed through the entire enxt few seconds of the scene. We knew the kiss was coming from how they were building it up. But god was it painful, especially for it to be delivered after a line like THAT. But yeah very loud angry screaming

Also not to be that bitch but Kara and Mon-els scene was a total of 1:53 RT, and Kara and Lenas ran at a 1:57 RT. Just sayin...

No Lena don’t be evil thats too sexy...

Okay but the way that Lena just tricks Lillian is so good. Shes so clever. And added bonus she makes her ask for her help, which is nice actually. Lillian's obvious vice is weakness and that is often shown in embarrassment. A woman like this asking for help borders that line of weakness and its nice to see on such a dislikable character. Lena didn’t just get what she wanted she got a point over her mother.

Lena looks good in the purple coat. Repeat she is pretty

Love the mental chess game between Lena and Lillian. Lena offering help right off the bat and giving her the isotope free of charge. And then Lillian making Lena launch the virus to prove herself. Good stuff.

Kara appears: don’t do it Lena!

Lena: why not? im a luthor

Okay so obviously Lena switched the Isotope and the Virus won’t work. But thats what makes this line so perfect. Throwing it back in Supergirls face. Like “Yeah, Im a luthor. And Ill show you what im capable of.” But instead of mass death and destruction Lena saves the day. She saved thousands of lives, and its because shes a Luthor that she was able to do that. Really nice way to full circle that

Wow Lillian really just starts booking it without Lena, huh? bitch

I really love the scene of the virus falling all around National City. The choice of an orangish snow falling was a really really good one. Paired with some excellent music for the mid season finale.

Its sad but I do love Hank just being ready and at peace with death. Im sure he misses his wife and daughters.

Okay but Lena calling the cops is tea. Send your mom to jail honey.

So we’re really not gonna talk about how Lena saved everyones asses? Like don’t you think Supergirl would want to talk to the woman that A) kind of tricked her, and B) saved National City. Thats just what makes sense??? But no we’re going to ignore that the DEO is a kind of shit at their job sometimes. And that the woman that they were accusing of having a part to play in all the xenophobic shit is the one who did their job. BY HER SELF.

Okay rant over. This was a long one review dear god. Really really good episode though. I enjoyed rewatching all the scenes even if it was a mixed bag of feelings. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed all the screaming!

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years ago

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Memories - Grayson Dolan

here i am, back with another fic based on a dream i had! also, i did not proofread this so im sorry for the mistakes!

summary: You are childhood friends with the Dolan siblings and you recreate childhood photos, but one recreation results in surprising consequences.

word count: 3.8k

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“I can’t believe they made me do this,” you growl at your own reflection when you finish your already ridiculous look with putting your hair up into piggy tails. You look like someone who has fully lost her mind and acts like a child while being an adult. The denim overalls fit you loosely since you found it in your brother’s wardrobe, but it was the closest you could find to what was required from you. The striped shirt however is a little too tight, given the fact that the last time you wore it was in seventh grade. You’ve definitely gotten bigger in certain parts since then, but this is the only striped shirt you could find in such a short notice.

You feel ridiculous, but still excited. When the twins called you last night to ask if you’d be in recreating your old photos from your childhood there was just no way you could refuse. One, they sounded so thrilled and eager and two, you found it just as interesting and promising as them. You’ve been stuck at home for so long, you just couldn’t say no to some fun with your favorite neighbors. Growing up next door to the Dolan household has been one of the best things in your life. You instantly had two more awesome brothers and a big sister and friends you knew would always be there for you. When the twins left from home and Cam moved because of collage you were afraid you’d lose them since you stayed, only attending the local community college so you could help out the family business, but they proved you wrong. Endless video calls, nonstop texting and snapping and surprise visits whenever they came home to the family reassured that this is surely gonna last a lifetime.

Now in this messed up situation with the virus, they are all home with Lisa and being the restless goofballs that they are, there’s always something crazy they are up to and this time they made you join them.

“Y/N!” your mom calls from downstairs and though you already heard the quads arriving she lets you know the boys are here for you.

Taking your backpack that’s filled with your other childhood outfits you stomp down the stairs when you appear in the corner Grayson is the first one you spot. His eyes widen at you for a second before that shit-eating grin stretches across his face at your outfit, even though he looks just as ridiculous as you in his old, purple shirt with Sponge Bob on it and the hideous red shorts, socks pulled up almost until his knees.

“Look at you, Tootsie!” he chuckles and you roll your eyes at the nickname only he uses still. You couldn’t say the letter F normally until you were about seven, turning the word footsies into tootsies and everyone liked to tease you about that, especially Grayson. The name got unstuck by the time you turned sixteen, but not for him. He still calls you Tootsie whenever he has the chance. You don’t mind, it always awakens those damned butterflies in your tummy.

As you get to the bottom of the stairs his hand immediately reach up to curl a strand of hair from your piggy tail to his finger, playing with it a little before he lets it slip out of his grip.

“Woah, Y/N, you nailed the look!” Ethan shows up with freshly baked cookies in his hands that he probably got from your mom who is experimenting in the kitchen again. That’s her new favorite thing since the quarantine started.

“I know, right?” you grin, doing something that you meant to be a curtsey, but it turned out more like an awkward bopping.

Ethan has a black shirt on with striped pants, socks just as high as Grayson’s with his tennis shoes. They both nailed the vintage looks pretty well and you can’t wait to see their other outfits. Grayson sent you a bunch of photos last night that they want to recreate and he got you curious what will turn out of this.

Your mom walks out of the kitchen, oven mittens on her hands and she gasps seeing all three of you.

“Om my! How cute you all look!” she cheers and gathers all three of you into a group hug. “Time flies…”

“But you look just as pretty as you always did,” Grayson smirks at her and you can see her blushing. He never fails to make her feel better, one thing you absolutely adore in him.

She packs some more cookies for you before you finally leave, the quads waiting on your driveway. You go to Gray’s without a second thought, you always ride with him. Ethan used to make a fuss about it when they first got them, but eventually gave up on the fight and you guess he accepted that Grayson is your ride when it comes to the quads. You always told him it’s because you think he is a better driver, but in reality you just love sitting behind him, arms hugging his waist, thighs pressed together.

His sweet scent makes you smile as you sit behind him, waiting for him to start the quad and you often wish the way from your house to their would last longer, giving you more time to enjoy this little moment with him. Crushing on your childhood friend has taught you to savor these little things as if they are happening for the last time in life, because these are all you had and still has.

“Piggy tails!” Cameron greets you upon arriving, jumping down the stairs rocking the same hairstyle as you.

“We should do them more often,” you laugh as you get off the quad, unwillingly letting go of Grayson, going to hug her tight.

“We look fucking awesome for sure,” she grins.

The boys bring everything that’s going to be needed during the photoshoot into the pickup while you go inside to greet Lisa and the three of you girls have a quick little chat.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the pictures,” she cheers happily, hips leaning against the edge of the counter. “I love these recreations.”

“We will look so ridiculous on all of them,” Cameron snorts finishing up her lemonade.

“We always end up looking ridiculous when we are together,” you smirk at her and she points at you nodding.

“You’ve got a point.”

Once the boys are done with loading the car you go to the backyard to shoot the first few pictures that were taken there. Ethan is responsible for the camera, Grayson controls the set while you and Cam try your best to nail the poses like on the pictures.

They turn out amazing. You all managed to recreate the outfits almost perfectly and you could find the exact spots from the photos, making it possible to nail them precisely. Lisa watches you work from the kitchen window, a wide smile on her lips and it makes you happy to see her like this. So carefree and full of life.

“Okay, we have one last photo here,” Ethan directs, zooming in on the picture on his phone. “Gray, Y/N, go to that tree.”

Nodding you follow the instructions, though you know which photo it is going to be. You adjust your piggy tails tugging on your shirt. You’ve changed from the overalls, now rocking a yellow polo shirt with high-waisted denim shorts and sandals. Many of the pictures were taken on the same day, so you can recreate more in the same outfits.

“Alright, Y/N has to sit on your shoulders and hold onto a branch.”

Gray nods and turns to you, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll squat down, you sit on my shoulders, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling a bit nervous. The guys used to pick you up, carry around on their back and shoulders a lot, but your teenage years made you super insecure about your weight, so you asked them to stop. They respected your choice and though you’ve successfully overcome this situation, they are still very careful around you.

Grayson squats down and you stand behind him, hesitant before lifting your leg up and planting it onto his shoulder. You freeze when his hand holds onto your thigh above your knee.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he softly reminds you, thinking you froze because you’re afraid he would drop you, but in reality it’s because of his touch.

“I know,” you quietly say before placing a hand on his head for support, fingers digging into his now long hair before you lift your other leg up and finally put it to his shoulder. He counts back from three before he stands up and you suddenly tower over everyone in the backyard.

“Hold onto the branch!” Ethan instructs you and looking up you grab the first branch you can reach. Grayson’s hands on your thighs are basically burning and you can’t tell that it’s his palms that are so hot or your skin under his touch.

You manage to focus for a few so the picture can be taken and when Ethan says you got what you needed Grayson slowly descends so you can hop off his shoulders.

“You okay?” he asks brushing his hair out of his face once you are both standing on your own feet.

“Yeah,” you smile shyly as he brings a hand to your back, gently caressing it to let you know without words that you did great.

Once the backyard pictures are done you all load into the pickup and head into the forest, the place where you’ve had so many adventures growing up. You knew this recreating would be a lot of fun, but you finally feel like it’s all like before, when adulthood hasn’t set in, the twins and Cam were still living next door, making it easy to hangout whenever you wanted.

You take picture after picture, and not just recreations, you are making new ones, eternalizing this new memory the four of you share now.

“Alright, we have one more picture to take,” Ethan announces with a knowing grin and you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“What? I thought the one with the ladder was the last one.”

Walking over he shows you his phone, already laughing and your eyes go wide when you see the photo he wants to recreate.

“You did not send me this!” you protest as you stare down at the photo you’ve seen so many times before, but never thought it would cause you to almost have a heart attack.

It was taken of you and Gray, the two of you are sitting on the back of Sean’s old pickup, you were probably five, max six years old here, little arms hugging each other and Grayson is giving you a big smooch right onto your lips. This was technically your first kiss, if you count the innocent childhood kisses. Back then you had no idea what crushes or love were, you only knew that you liked this silly boy who lived next door and happened to have a clone, as you used to say it. Your feelings for Grayson originate from way back.

“Come on, Y/N! This is one of mom’s favorite,” Cam tells you grinning and you’re annoyed that she and Ethan are enjoying this more than they should while you are probably now as red as a tomato. Glancing over at Grayson you see that he is just standing there, looking nervous maybe? Eyes avoiding to look at you.

“I…”

“She would be so disappointed if this one doesn’t get a recreation!” Ethan nags you and he is such a rat, using Lisa against you. They know you’d do anything for her, she is like a second mother to you, saying no to her has never been an option for you and they know that too well.

You are defeated, so walking over to the truck you just simply hop on the back, trying not to look like you are about to pass out from your nerves. Ethan makes his brother sit next to you and it feels so awkward, you definitely did not think this would ever happen.

“You don’t have to do this because they are blackmailing you with mom,” Grayson whispers to you while Ethan and Cam are busy with setting the camera up.

“It’s fine, really,” you say forcing a smile to your lips, but it’s so not true and he knows it too.

“Okay, so Gray, you just lean in and… go for it,” Ethan laughs as if he is a kid again, talking about kissing like it’s a forbidden thing to even say out loud.

The two of you adjust your position, turning to each other a little before you hug each other like in the photo. Grayson looks deep in your eyes, giving you the chance to bail out, but you just stare back at him, ready to go with whatever is about to happen.

“Okay,” he whispers to himself and before you could even have a second though his lips are on yours.

Your eyes close immediately at the sensation, arms loosening around him, making the hug more comfortable as you let your lips part a little. Far away you hear the camera clicking, but it doesn’t sound real, your heart is beating in your throat and that innocent smooch slowly turns into a real kiss.

“We got it!” Ethan’s voice snaps you out right before it could take a more radical turn. Leaning back your eyes are met with Grayson’s startled face, lips parted, hands still on your waist.

“Great, great,” you mumble awkwardly, hopping off the trunk, out of his arms.

The mood has definitely changed because of the kiss. Ethan and Cam start teasing the two of you about it, but you just try to shrug it off while forcing yourself to forget what it felt like to have his lips on yours, because the more you think about it the more you crave another kiss… and another one… and another one…

It seems like Grayson wants to say something, or this is what you see in his eyes, but he keeps quiet on the way back to the Dolan house. Cam invites you to stay over for a movie while Ethan edits the pictures and you accept it. Arriving back to the house you are wandering inside feeling distant and dizzy when a hand slides into yours and pulls you back before you could walk inside.

“Wait,” Grayson keeps you back and you turn to him with a puzzled look. “Can we…”

“Just take her to your room, Gray!” Ethan shouts from the front porch with the most annoying grin on his face.

“Shut up!” he snaps back at his brother. “Come with me,” he nods at you and he pulls you towards the quads.

“Where are you going?” Ethan calls after the two of you.

“Where you are not there to be an asshole!” Gray retorts making you laugh. You hop on the quad behind him. “Hold on tight, Tootsie,” he chuckles as you wrap your arms around his waist.

You have absolutely no idea where you are heading, you’re just enjoying the ride, face pressed against his broad back, feeling the muscles moving under your cheek every time he takes a turn.

When he stops and you look around you immediately recognize the place. The little abandoned patio you found about a decade ago in the woods still stands, vines and plans have taken over it, the wood looks like it would give up if a harsh wind blew through it, but it still looks like a magical place. It was you secret place with Grayson, you came her often when you both wanted to escape from home, just sat on the dirty floor and watched the sky through the cracks of the roof of the patio.

“I can’t believe it’s still here,” you chuckle walking closer while Grayson turns the quad off behind you.

“Yeah, looks deadly though,” he comments scoffing.

“Probably been through a lot,” you smile back at him. “What are we doing here?”

Hopping off the quad he walks towards you pulling his phone out of his pocket with a nervous, but excited smirk on his face.

“I wanted to recreate one more picture.”

He hands you his phone, a photo from about five years ago shown on the screen. You both were just teenagers, the phone was put to the ground on a timer and the two of you sat in front of it in the patio, laughing carefree, he had an arm around your shoulders and you were leaning into him. It was just a random day you spent out in the woods when Ethan had a doctor’s appointment and Lisa asked Grayson to stay over at ours while they are not home. You wandered in the woods for hours and of course ended up at the patio.

“You want to recreate this?” you ask with a smile, looking up at him as you hand him back his phone.

“Yeah,” he nods with a shy smile.

“Let’s do this.”

He sets his phone up the same way as you sit on the floor in the patio, waiting for him to join you. He thuds arriving next to you as the timer counts back from ten. Swinging an arm around your shoulders you look him in the eyes as you lean at him.

The urge to kiss him is back, you want to feel his lips again so bad, but you don’t know if you should. The counter reaches the end and the phone snaps the picture, but neither of you moves.

“We should have laughed,” you whisper, feeling like his eyes are locked on yours, not letting you look anywhere else but him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Should we make another picture then?” he asks and starts leaning closer.

“I guess,” you breathe out right before his lips meet yours.

It’s so much more than the one you shared earlier on the trunk. This kiss is real, full of lust and longing, not something kids would share, but you are not kids anymore. Cupping his face in your hands you try to get as close to him as possible, pushing yourself to his lap and he falls back to the ground pulling you with him. You share a laugh, rolling around in the dirt, Grayson getting on top of you, kissing you again and again and you don’t want this moment to end.

“Sixteen year-old Grayson would be so proud of me now,” he smirks against your lips.

“What?” you smile at him pushing him a little back so you can look into his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you here so many times, I can’t even count.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like the day the photo was taken. I was just a chicken and I thought you didn’t like me back.”

“I did. I still do,” you smile, brushing his hair out of his face but it keeps falling back.

“Sorry for earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“The kiss on the pickup. They just wanted to urge me to do something because they are done with my pining after you.”

“What? It was all a setup?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and rolling off you he sits up and you push yourself up as well. “Ethan planned it all out, hoping I would finally do something if I’m forced to kiss you, but I honestly thought you wouldn’t agree to take the picture.”

“But I did.”

“Yes you did,” he chuckles and reaching over he tugs a strand of hair behind your ear that escaped from your piggy tails. “Want to know something funny?”

“Mhm.” Nodding you scoot closer and kiss his lips softly, just because now you can.

“Remember how fussy Ethan used to get when you’d only ride with me on the quad?”

“Yeah. Like a baby,” you chuckle.

“That was because he used to have a crush on you too.”

“What?” Your eyes widen as you stare back at him. “He did not!”

“Yes he did,” he laughs. “We had a fight over this, because he didn’t know I liked you. But then I told him and he realized he has no chance.”

“How did he just realize it? What do you mean?”

Looking away from you he seems nervous to answer you and you give him time. You know he is going to share it with you.

“He said that… He has no chance, because he just likes you while I… I love you.”

Oh how long you’ve been craving to hear those words from him! And now it’s reality, not just a daydream in your mind. Leaning closer you kiss him, sweet and slow, taking your time with him.

“I loved you too. I still do,” you smile at him and wrapping his arms around you he pulls you down with him back to the floor kissing you all over and over again.

When you return to the house about an hour later Ethan and Cameron come out running to the front porch the moment you hop off the quad, clearly waiting for something holding their breath.

You don’t say a word, just try to hide your smile while Grayson gets off the quad too and stepping next to you he laces his fingers together with you. The moment this happens Ethan and Cam starts screaming and shouting, running to you and jumping all over the two of you.

“FINALLY! YES!”

“ABOUT FUCKING TIME!”

“Oh my god, guys!” Grayson chuckles showing his siblings off to give us some space to breathe, but you don’t mind their enthusiasm. It’s cute that they were rooting for you so bad.

Lisa appears on the front porch, confused about all the noise, but then she sees as Grayson pulls you to his side, kissing the top of your head and she immediately knows what’s happening.

“You’re not joking, right?!” she gasps walking down the stairs.

“No, mom. It’s serious,” Grayson chuckles shyly and as his mom finally reaches you she embraces both of you in a tight hug, laughing happier than you’ve probably ever heard her.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long!”

“Mom!” Grayson whines, but you find it so sweet.

“We all did, Lisa,” you admit chuckling.

She invites you all inside for dinner and you gladly join. What happened today didn’t change anything in the dynamic you shared with them. Dinner is just as heartfelt and fun like it always is, or even better. When you’re done eating you all go into the living room and watch the little slideshow Ethan put together from the photos, laughing so much on both the old and new ones.

Today surely started as a day of old memories, but the new ones you’ve made are way better than any other you’ve made with your favorite siblings, especially one of them.

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fandomlit · 5 years ago

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kiss, marry, kill (cedric diggory x reader)

summary you decide to teach cedric a muggle game during a late night in the hufflepuff common room.

a/n i just love writing harry potter okay? okay

gif cred belongs to @witch

“would you like to play a muggle game?” you giggled. it was late at night, and cedric and you found yourselves around the fire in the common room, wrapped in blankets and talking the night away.

he looked up to your smile just as you took a sip of your hot chocolate (courtesy of the house elves). he found himself smiling, too. “what is it?”

“kiss, marry, kill!” you exclaimed. “i give you three names, and you have to chose who you’d kiss, marry, and kill out of them.” he nodded. “you in?”

he sighed, looking to how the fire danced in your eyes and how perfect this night was. and how bad he wanted to kiss you, but that’s a problem for another time. “of course.”

you clapped your hands in excitement, holding in your squealing for your sleeping housemates. “okay! kiss, marry, kill... fred weasley, draco malfoy, and rowena ravenclaw.”

“what?” he laughed and you covered your mouth in case your giggles were too loud. he shook his head. “oh merlin... uh, marry rowena, kiss fred... and i guess im killing malfoy.” you nodded your approval with a goofy smile. “my turn to chose for you then?”

“yep!”

“alright,” he sighed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. he was tempted to throw himself into your mix... “how about harry potter, cho chang, and.. professor snape.”

you cringed as he chuckled. “we’re killing snape, needless to say. uhm... marry cho, kiss harry.” he raised his eyebrows. “cho would be better husband than harry, let’s face it.” he laughed. “okay, for you...” you tapped your nails against your mug. “professor mcgonagall,” he shook his head, though he was smiling, “oliver wood, and angelina johnson.”

he sighed again. “alright, marry angelina, kiss oliver, kill mcgonagall.”

you laughed, “that was quick!” he rolled his eyes. “alright, go at it.”

he hummed. “let’s see... oliver wood, professor lupin...” you giggled. he watched your bright features and couldn’t stop himself from saying, “and me.” you raised your eyebrows. “go.”

it was no secret that cedric liked you. the whole house knew. you knew it... kind of. you must know a little bit, but he’ll admit, you’re probably too busy giggling to actually think about it. this was about as obvious as he could get, and it was making his heart race.

“okay..,” you hummed. “kill lupin, kiss oliver.” you met his eyes and finished, “marry you.”

he nodded, leaning back in his seat. “hm. really?” you nodded. “just one kiss at the wedding, that’s all i get?” you laughed.

“you’re a goofball, cedric,” you sighed, also leaning back in your seat.

after a minute of listening to the crackling fire, he said, “it’s getting late.”

“i suppose,” you shrugged, standing up and watching his gaze follow your movements. “it’s been late for two hours, but okay.” you turned away and walked toward your staircase and he laughed at your antics. you looked back to him, one hand on the rail as he stood and stretched.

“cedric?”

“yes?”

“want to know why i chose marry?” you hummed, resting your head on the cold rail. he looked over to you curiously. “cause then i can kiss you all i want.” you started your way up the stairs without a second thought, like you hadn’t just shattered his whole world view. “night, cedric!”

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mosh-4 · 5 years ago

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you’re great and you know it

harry styles imagine

you’re great and you know it - your family comes to one of his shows, and he meets them for the first time.

you rarely get to see your family. you started touring when you were 19, and you spent every summer in college on tour. when you started touring, your first job was to help set up the stage. you made sure that each speaker was in place on its marker, and then after each show, you helped the crew strike the stage. you did this all summer, and you made enough money to pay off some of your college tuition.

eventually, before your 4th year of college, you needed to complete a stage management internship in order to receive your bachelor of fine arts in stage management. you applied to intern at a touring company recommended by the stage manager from one of your previous tours. somehow, you ended up on Harry Styles: Live on Tour. your job on this tour was as a backstage manager. you set up the dressing rooms and made sure each of the musicians had everything they wanted before each show. you spent a lot of time running errands to get snacks for the artists. you rarely got to see the band since you set up long before they arrived at the arena and tore down after they had already left.

one night, Harry stayed a little longer at the arena than he usually did, and you got to know each other. ever since then, you had both been super close. he stayed in your small hotel room every night, just because he tended to get lonely in his big room by himself, and it was nice to have someone to talk to. you hung out and made snack runs ever night in the hotel gift shop while he showered and got in his comfy clothes. when you got back, you would do the same while he made himself comfy on your bed finding a random movie on tv.

soon after that started, you started to become more than friends, and then eventually you made it official just between the both of you. you hadn’t had the chance to tell your family, but you weren’t sure if this was just a fling while you were both on tour. you didn’t know what would happen after the tour ended so you spared yourself the heartbreak of having to tell your parents that it was over. the less they knew, the better it was for everyone.

you hadn’t even considered telling your parents until they called and asked if there was anyway they could visit you during one of the shows that was near your hometown. you were kinda surprised by them wanting to come to a show. you had just expected to grab dinner with them when you were in town, not take them to work with you. of course, harry, the overeager boyfriend who wanted to do overly nice things for his independent “i don’t need anything-im fine-please don’t buy that for me-i love you regardless” type girlfriend, offered to set your family (FAMILY not just parents, ‘yes the cousins could come too’) up in a VIP box. you obviously declined and attempted to find resale tickets that wouldn’t burn a hole in your pocket on StubHub. with no luck (Harry even helped you look because he knew you were going to be stubborn about this), he offered again. you accepted and told your parents that your boss was very generous and gave them a box to stay in for the show.

“how do i look?”

“haz, you look great,” you say running your hand down one of the lapels on his jacket. “i really like this suit.”

he turned back to the mirror. “mmhm, that’s what you said last show.” he gave you a pointed look.

you met his eyes in the mirror, and you threw your arms around his waist. “what? can you blame me? each suit is better than the last. i love them all.”

“yeah,” he murmured before throwing an arm around you. “i suppose you have a point.”

you pull him to face you slipping your arms completely around his waist. “what’s got you so bugged out? i’ve never seen you second guess yourself this much.”

he wrapped his arms around you. “suppose ‘m just a bit nervous. i just want to make a good first impression.”

“haz, don’t worry about it.” you place your hands on each side of his head. “they’re gonna love you. i mean, they already love you. they just don’t know that you’re my boyfriend.”

“yeah, i guess so.” he rubbed his hands over your arms mindlessly.

“yeah, you’re gonna kick ass. just like you always do, right?” you said trying to get him to meet your eyes. you bend your head into his line of sight. “right?”

he met your gaze. “right.” he pulls you into a tighter embrace, and you rest your head on his chest.

you both rest like that for a minute before he finally speaks up again. “is that my sweatshirt?”

you look down to the black merch sweatshirt that you pulled from his bag this morning. “yeah, it is.”

“rude.”

at 6, you met your parents, brother, aunt and cousin at VIP entrance. you chatted with the staff while they received their badges. once they got in, your cousin practically tackled you in a hug.

you both laugh and exchanged “i missed you”s before you gave both of your parents, brother, and aunt a hug.

“how are you? are you sleeping? eating?” your mother starts fussing over you.

you gently pull her hands from your face. “yes mom. i’m doing fine. i’m sleeping and eating.”

“good, good.” she finally let you go.

“do you want to stop at a merch table before we go up? it’s less crowded now.” you said pointing to the nearest table.

you mom and aunt spent the next half hour at the merch table looking at all of the different options before deciding on a sweatshirt similar to the one you were wearing while your cousin bought the signature black “treat people with kindness” shirt. after that exhausting trip the merch table, you led them upstairs to the VIP box. after showing the staff member your crew member badge and your family’s badges, you were able to enter your suite.

“wow, you’re boss is very generous,” your dad said. he hadn’t been to a concert in so long. you were excited that he was here.

you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck after he mentioned your boss. you try to ignore the fact that “your boss” that you told them about was actually your boyfriend that you hadn’t told them about.

“umm, yeah. he’s great. super nice.” you said taking a seat at one of the bar stools next to your dad.

your mom took a seat next to your dad as you all chatted and caught up. your aunt soon followed sitting on your other side. your cousin and brother wandered out to the seats that were outside your box. you watched them make conversation pointing out all the things on the stage and watching the crew and staff wander about the arena. “i have something to tell you guys,” you say to your parents and aunt in a semi-serious tone. you were finally going to tell them about harry.

their conversations halts. “oh my god.” your mom gasped covering her hand over her mouth.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT,” your aunt shouted as your parents went wide-eyed at you.

you jolted back in shock. “oh my god, no.”

everyone let out a breath. “thank god.” your mom dropped her hand to her heart. “you scared me for a second. i’m not ready to be a grandma.”

you roll your eyes at your dramatic mother. “what is it?” you dad calmly asked leaning to look at you.

“i’m actually seeing someone right now,” you finally let out.

“oh,” your mom said shocked. you hadn’t had a boyfriend for a while. “is he on tour with you?”

you nod. “do you want to meet him?” you ask looking up at your family.

“absolutely,” you aunt answered for your parents. “text him.” she grabbed your arm that was holding your phone and shook it. “text him. have him come up here.”

you laugh. “he’s busy right now. he’s getting ready for the show.”

your mom and aunt lean back in their seats. “oh,” your aunt said in a suggestive tone.

“oh,” your mom repeated looking at your aunt.

“is he in the band?” you aunt asked like it was a secret.

you laughed. “kinda?”

“damn girl, good for you,” your cousin shouted from the doorway. your whole family laughed along with you.

you slyly sent harry a text.

“haz, they are so excited.”

“good, i can’t wait to meet them.”

harry was phenomenal. he floated across the stage without a care in the world, confident as ever. he was amazing, and you were so proud of him.

you aunt turned to you expressing how impressed she was of him. throughout the show, you and your cousin danced and sang along to the music. you had a blast, and you were so glad your family was there with you.

at the end of kiwi, Harry looked up at your suite and blew a kiss in your direction. you smiled down at him with a hand over your heart. you shrieked and cheered loudly for him. you looked like a mad woman, and your family laughed at you. you didn’t care because your eyes were on your man. you caught him laughing at you before he turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. Sarah and Mitch waved to you as they moved to take their bows with Harry. You waved back at them laughing as you clutched to the railing that enclosed you in your box. you loved your tour family just as much as you love your actual family.

when they finally left the stage, you helped your family pack up their stuff.

“are we going backstage?” your cousin asked.

“yeah,” you nodded your head. “is everyone ready? we are gonna take the back way to the backstage so you have to stick with me.”

“yes, let’s go,” your mother said gesturing toward the door. it was getting a little late for your parents, but they wanted to meet your boyfriend. you sent him a warning text to let him know you were on your way to him.

you led them down to the backstage area. you passed through all of the guarded security check points with your badge. your cousin and brother were amazed at everything. they were pointing at everything and had to make a comment about it. you rolled your eyes at them. they could be goofballs sometimes.

when you reached the dressing room area, you turned to your parents.

“so he’s in here,” you point to the door of Harry’s dressing room. “are you ready to go in?”

“yes, let’s go,” you mom waved at the door.

you knocked twice before opening the door. you peaked your head inside to make sure he was still dressed before fully opening it. Harry was standing next to his suit rack hanging up his jacket.

“hi,” you waved entering the room with your family following.

he turned to you. “hey,” he greeted before pulling you into a hug. he finally looked up at your shocked family. “hi, (y/n)’s family.” he gave them a small wave.

“holy shit,” you cousin whispered.

you turned to your family with Harry’s arm still around you. “so this is Harry, my-uh-boyfriend.” you gestured to him. “Harry, these are my parents, aunt, brother, and cousin,” you said pointing out each of your family members.

“hi, nice to meet all of you,” he said shaking each of their hands. “would you like to take a seat.” he offered gesturing to the sofas that were in his dressing room.

they all took a seat and began to gush about how much they loved the show. they asked you both question after question about your relationship as you leaned into his side with his arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

he looked down at you, and you smiled looking up at him. it was a good day.

later that night, as the two of you curled up in your hotel bed, you placed both hands on his face and stared into his eyes while he held you close.

“see i told you.”

“hmmm?” he hummed tiredly.

“you’re great, and you know it.”

hope you enjoyed :) - mosh

#harrystyles #harry styles imagines #harry styles x reader #imagine #harry styles imagine

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my-happy-little-bean · 5 years ago

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Blossom

pairings: logan/patton (logicality) (because im trash) words: 2776 warnings: swearing, panic attack, implied toxic parental relationship, mention of an implied suicide attempt, fighting summary:

blos·som /ˈbläsəm/

verb - to produce flowers or masses of flowers. - to develop in a promising way

Or: the five times Logan couldn’t see the flowers, and the one time he did.

a/n- hello! i hope you are all doing well during this strange quaran-time! i present to you, my first non-golden slumbers flower-related fic (still logicality tho,,, y'all can rip that pairing out of my dead, cold hands :pp). i had a really strange dream last night that had something to do with this concept and hey, you know what i do with dreams :p

i hope you enjoy it ^v^

read on ao3~

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dedicated to the one bit of starlight that always remembers to water my garden

~*~

Logan was halfway up the porch stairs when Patton mentioned the flowers for the first time.

“I’m telling you, Lo!” Patton followed Logan into their new house, carrying boxes behind him. “They were little yellow daffodils, just sprouting behind you as you walked! It was so pretty!”

“Patton, it takes twelve to fifteen weeks for daffodils to bloom after chilling,” Logan said pointedly, setting his own boxes down by an old, tattered couch in the living room. “Besides, even if there were some growing, I would be more concerned that there is something prompting growth underneath our house.”

Patton giggled, putting his boxes down beside Logan’s. He wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist from the back, going on the tips of his toes to kiss the back of his neck.

“Our home,” he murmured in Logan’s skin. Logan smiled.

“Yes,” he said, looking around at their surroundings. “It is...a start.”

“It’ll be more than that soon enough!” Patton chirped, taking Logan’s hand and spinning himself underneath it with a squeal. Logan couldn’t help smile, moving his arm more purposefully to properly spin Patton around until he was standing right in front of him.

“I’m so happy,” Patton said with a sigh and that lopsided smile; the smile that proved to Logan that he could at least feel love.

“I am happy that you are happy, dear.” He pressed his forehead against Patton’s and kissed his nose lightly. “Now, we must continue on, or we will be late to the neighbourhood barbeque Janene invited us to.”

“Janene?”

“Our neighbour, remember?”

Patton made a small ‘ah’ noise and nodded enthusiastically, already skipping past Logan to grab some more boxes outside.

As he watched him go, Logan sighed; he could definitely love. He could love with all of the love the world had to offer him, for as long as they were offering. He could love the softest, most gentle creature he knew; one who moved with such grace and one whose mind and heart and soul was overwhelmingly admirable.

Yes, he could love him.

And he loved him.

“Logan! There’s pink roses on our roof!”

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According to Janene, the whole neighbourhood could see the flowers.

It was a special kind of phenomenon that no one outside the small town of Khloris ever noticed. But if you had a house on its terrain, you apparently had flowers growing underneath your feet. Upon mentioning Patton’s observations at the neighbourhood barbeque, Janene had explained the rumours that it was the land’s way of “observing” or “understanding” its habitants. Whatever that meant.

Logan found it borderline infuriating that no one had pursued further research on the matter; that people just walked around their neighbourhoods, complimenting each others’ seemingly magical gardens.

What was even more infuriating was that everyone just...accepted it. Embraced it, even. As if it was normal to hallucinate flowers growing on vines across your windows.

He was still unable to see these flowers, if they even existed. And while he wasn’t keen on keeping a sense of distrust between himself and his partner (he would have stopped playing along if Patton shared his same view) he couldn’t help but remain skeptical.

(He would never admit it to Patton, but the reason he had purchased that rather expensive machine off of Amazon was so he could test the contents of the air in certain areas of the town. It didn’t prove anything abnormal, but it was an interesting experiment.

He read his findings out loud to Patton one night, and Patton listened to every word.

And when Logan left for work the next morning, Patton complimented the chrysanthemums trailing behind him.)

Still, he didn’t have much choice other than to embrace the absurdity floating in their town. Besides, it was mostly harmless. And, more often than not, it served as the backdrop to some of the most joyful moments they had.

“Why, yellow!” Patton exclaimed as he greeted Logan on the steps to their house. “Someone has an extra poppy in their step today, huh?”

“First of all, I believe you mean ‘hello’; the standard greeting which is first exchanged between individuals seeing each other,” Logan hummed. Then, he leaned over to kiss Patton’s cheek. “Second of all...hello, dearest.”

“Hiya!” Patton giggled. Logan watched as the spot he kissed flushed a soft shade of pink. “How was work?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile. “It was...very satisfactory.”

“Very satisfactory?” Patton rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet, immediately ecstatic. “Not just satisfactory?”

“Mhm.”

“Ooh that and the yellow poppies behind you! You must have good news!” Patton beamed. “Come, come sit with me! Tell me all about your very satisfactory day!”

Usually, Logan would politely decline, telling him that he had to first shower and prepare dinner as he always did after work. And it was almost second-nature to ignore the ever-growing amount of flower observations from Patton.

But he couldn’t help but oblige upon seeing Patton rush over to their small, wooden porch swing, nearly knocking into his ball of yarn and newest knitting project. That and he did have good news. Very good news, in fact.

“Tell me about your day first,” Logan insisted as he sat down beside him, setting his briefcase at his feet. “I would rather celebrate a mutual achievement than selfishly intrude with my singular one.”

“Intrude?” Patton nudged him lightly. “Well, you’re not being int-rude if you do! So don’t worry about that kind of intrusion-confusion you’re on about, mister!”

“...did you eat the cookies Janene sent us?”

“Several.”

Logan shook his head. “She puts too much chocolate in those, you know. And those pastries surpass the recommended amount of sugar one should digest in a day.”

“I know! ”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh at how starry-eyed his Patton looked. Patton gently rocked the swing back and forth, then lifted his legs to sit cross-legged on the cushions once it gained enough momentum.

“Anyway, my day was alright!” Patton chirped. “Had a breakthrough with a client today! It’s been a slow couple of weeks, but I think things are looking up!”

“That is fantastic news, Patton.” Logan leaned his head against Patton’s shoulder, placing a hand on his thigh and smiling. “You’re doing an exceptional job.”

“Aw, Lo!” Patton giggled again. “You’re gonna make me grow peonies everywhere.”

Second-nature. Logan just chuckled.

“Now! We must celebrate you!” Patton lifted Logan’s head off his shoulder and held his hands into his own. “Tell me everything!”

A pause. Logan felt as if he too was holding his breath.

“Well, do you recall that promotion I recently inquired about at my work?”

Patton’s eyes widened.

“Shut up.”

Logan broke into a wide grin, finally exhaling as he nodded. Patton squealed, practically lunging at Logan to give him a tight hug.

“Shut up shut up shut uppp!!!”

“Do you...actually want me to–”

“No!” Patton gasped, pulling back to hold Logan in front of him by his shoulders. His grin almost hurt to look at. “Never ever ever shut up!”

“Then why did you–”

“I’m excited, you goofball!” Patton brushed the hair out of Logan’s eyes with a small giggle. “Besides, if I’m shushing anything, it’s the guilty feeling in your head that I can hear from a mile away.

(Fuck. He could love him forever.)

“Be proud of yourself, silly.” Patton wrapped Logan into another hug. Despite being shaken around so much, Logan couldn’t help but laugh. “Gosh, you deserve this so so much– I’m so proud of you.”

Logan’s breath hitched.

“You…”

Patton drew himself back ever-so-slightly, leaving a mere inch between him and Logan. He smiled.

“I’m always proud of you, Logan.” He kissed Logan’s nose, sending a rush of warmth throughout his entire being.

He then looked down at the spaces between each wooden plank of the porch and smiled.

“Peonies,” he whispered, resting his forehead against Logan’s. “I’m happy too, Lo. So so so happy.”

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“Patton, take a deep breath.”

“He–” Patton gasped, wrapping his arms around himself– “how– I can’t–”

“Patton.” Logan took the phone out of Patton’s hand and held them, squeezing gently. “Patton, let’s sit down, please–”

“Don’t touch me!“ Patton sobbed, pulling his hands back and covering his mouth. Tears rolled down his cheeks and over his hands. He began backing away from Logan. “It’s– I’m a– I’m–”

“Patton–”

“Fuck,” Patton choked out, stumbling past Logan and heading in the direction of their backyard. “I can’t– I need–”

Logan just nodded, carefully catching up to him and clearing out as much clutter as he could so Patton wouldn’t get hurt. He slid open their backyard door for Patton to rush through.

The cool, evening air hit Logan almost sharply, and he hoped that Patton could feel the same thing. He watched from a hesitant distance as Patton fell to his knees on their grass, folding into himself like a ball and clutching at each strand.

(He doesn’t need you to make this worse. "You don’t know how to feel, after all.”)

“Hey,” Logan finally said. He walked over to the grass and sat a comfortable distance away from Patton. “Is this enough space?”

Patton didn’t lift his head, but he nodded. Logan sighed.

“...What happens outside your workplace is not your responsibility.”

Patton let out a huge sob; one that felt like it echoed through the whole neighbourhood.

Fuck. Logan cleared his throat.

“Tell me about the flowers,” he blurted out. Patton lifted his head slightly.

“The–”

“The flowers,” Logan said again, even less sure of himself. “Tell me what they...what they look like to you right now.”

Patton let out a scratchy laugh. “You don’t believe in the stupid flowers.”

Logan’s heart broke.

(He didn’t, but he believed in him.)

“Tell me about them anyway,” he said insistently. “I assume they are in our presence, no?”

Patton sighed and, after seemingly deliberating his offer, sat up; his hands firmly gripping the grass they were sitting on. He looked around him, all spacey in that way that used to scare Logan. (It still does, but he at least knows enough about it that it’s not as worrisome.)

Finally, he spoke up.

“I– I see marigolds,” he whispered. “And– and yellow carnations.”

Logan closed his eyes in thought for a second and then opened them with a sigh.

“My dear,” he whispered, scooting a bit closer to him. “It is normal to feel grief and disappointment. Those are common reactions to a tragic occurrence such as this. I am so deeply sorry that you have to experience this because you do not deserve this, my starlight.”

Patton curled even more into himself.

“But what is important is that he is still here,” Logan continued. “And I am going to be here to assist you with whatever you need in order for you to cope during this difficult time.”

He watched as Patton took a deep breath; the first one in hours. When he exhaled, he felt as if the air around him grew still and less frigid.

“I already know with absolute certainty that I will witness you lift yourself up when we make it through this; stronger than you were ever before.” He moved closer to him again. “You did not fail, no – we are simply just trying again.”

A beat of silence. Patton sniffled. “T-There’s purple hyacinths now.”

Logan sadly smiled. A common one with Patton.

“You do not have to apologize.” He patted the space next to him. “I’m here. And so are you.”

Patton sobbed a bit more, but eventually smiled through his tears and curled up in Logan’s lap. Logan held Patton and leaned over to press a kiss in his hair.

“I got you,” he murmured in his curls. He felt Patton settle into his lap, the tenseness in his shoulders loosening. He ran his hands through his hair, kissing it again and again every few seconds.

“Forever?” He heard Patton mumble. He smiled.

“And a little bit after that,” he whispered back.

And they sat there for a while, underneath the starry skies above them, in what Logan assumed was a sea of yellow and purple flowers. Though, he was never really sure.

Later on, Patton asked him how he knew what each flower meant. And Logan, who would never admit to researching floriography (or to any accomplishment at all), just said it was a coincidence.

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Patton rarely got mad; but when he did, Logan could only assume there were petunias everywhere.

“You–”

“Patton, please, not today–”

“NO!” His voice bounced off the walls and hit Logan in the chest. He shut up immediately. “Just...please– please tell me you’re joking.”

Logan averted his glance. “...I had to speak with them.”

“With your parents?! “ Patton screamed. “Who– who haven’t even bothered to call you in the last, what, five years?! “

“Patton, I–”

“You promised you’d never talk to them again,” Patton hissed. “I thought we agreed that– that it’d be wrong to. Because they were miserable people– people who– who made you miserable.”

He stung more than any thorn ever could. Logan tried to imagine some growing through the floors, as if trying to sympathize with what he could be experiencing. Of course he was angry. What Logan did was stupid. And he didn’t even mention the outcome…

“They’re my parents, Patton,” he said instead. He tried to plant his feet to the floor firmly, but Patton’s pacing made him shrivel up where he stood.

“They are not your parents,” Patton snapped. His breathing was sharp and quick. “Parents– parents don’t just tell their kid that they don’t have the capacity to feel– parents don’t kick their kid out of their fucking house and– and abandon them and leave them to be fixed by someone else.”

Logan’s breath hitched.

“I…” He tried not to let it hurt him, but seeing Patton also wince at his own words made him feel somewhat validated in his pain. Still, he stood his ground.

“I did not ask you to fix me,” Logan whispered, just as sharply; as if to get him back.

Stupid.

“Logan.” Patton’s voice was even more troubling when it was quiet. “How could you...”

“It’s true.” (Why was he still talking?!) “I didn’t need you to–”

But he never finished.

Because that’s all it took for Patton to leave.

Patton found Logan outside in their backyard, surrounded by roses.

Roses of every colour; yellow, pink, blue, black, and white. The grass underneath his feet was bright green– in fact, everything around him was bright.

“L-Logan, what–”

And that was when he saw the ring.

“Patton.” It came out as a loud, choked sob.

Patton took a shaky step towards Logan, who shakily got on one knee.

“What are you…”

To his surprise, Logan laughed.

“We– we were never really good at appropriate timing, were we?”

Patton covered his mouth with wide eyes.

“I called my parents,” Logan began shakily, “because I wanted to tell them that I was going to marry you.”

Patton’s breath hitched.

“You were right,” he continued, wiping his eyes. “Parents don’t do any of the things you had mentioned a-and I know I broke that promise we made out of good intent but…” He sighed. “But they are my parents. And I wanted them to be part of this moment.”

He closed his eyes, almost shamefully.

“Ultimately, it was out of spite, wasn’t it?” He laughed quietly. “In the end, I just wanted to prove to them that I could.”

“C-Could what?”

Logan stood up from his place and smiled. “That I could feel.”

A wide grin spread across Patton’s face.

“Oh, Logan…” He sobbed, rushing over to hold Logan’s hands. He giggled as Logan’s glasses fogged up from him crying, and he reached over to take them off, opting to rest them lopsided on his head. Logan laughed again through his tears.

“Patton,” he whispered, looking up in his eyes. “I feel everything with you. I– I feel perfect, unadulterated happiness and love when I am with you. I feel joy, I feel peace, I feel...I feel things that I didn’t even know exist– ”

He held Patton’s hands and took a deep breath.

“I feel everything for– for you.” Logan rested his forehead against Patton’s and broke into laughter as their tears fell to the ground. “I want to feel everything with you– the ups, the downs, everything– for the rest of my life.”

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And as Patton kissed him, Logan watched as a rainbow of colours blossomed around their home.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #logan sanders #patton sanders #logan/patton #logicality #logic/morality #flower...AU?#idk what this is #but its sure as hell cute :p #gabbie writes things

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mcfreakin-bxtch · 4 years ago

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Can you do a Diego Hargreeves x reader, where she is part of the Sparrow Academy and has powers like Scarlet Witch? She works at a library and the library at the academy is her’s? And Diego falls for her when he sees her? Can she also be 5’1, wears glasses, and Mexican like me? Oh and she dresses like the late 30’s early 40’s.

I hope I didn’t disappoint 💖 (also I used google translate and there’s most likely a few errors here and there, I apologize!)

***

The first time Diego ever laid eyes on her, he saw orange.

No literally, orange.

It was all around her, a misty sorta orange that protruded from her hands—her fingers stretched a curled, as if physically moving the strange power—wrapping around her entire body with that signature smirk she adorned at first sight, and the one thing that he remembers the most is how bright her eyes shined with it behind those glasses of hers.

It captivated him. Intrigued him, even.

“She’s dangerous,” Five told them as soon as he discovered her powers. “We all need to keep an eye on them, but especially her. She can do things to you that’ll make you beg for death, so let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that, alright?”

She didn’t exactly look to be the type, but Diego took his word for it anyway.

Which brought him to the next thing he noticed about this strange girl from The Sparrow Academy was her clothes—the first day they met, she was wearing a blue dress that stop just above her knees, with a proper collar that just screamed 1930’s. As the days went on, he noticed that that was pretty much her entire wardrobe; the day after they arrived, she adorned a green dotted dress with ruffles at the top.

In his eyes, she matched it with equal beauty.

So he kept his eye on her like he was told to. From what he could gather, she was the quietest of the bunch, and he would hear her deescalate a situation no matter how big or small it was rather than feeding into it—something that he and his siblings could take a page from.

One day he waited until he away from his wandering eyes, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention to himself. She was in one of the biggest rooms in the mansion he once called home, which happened to be a library.

It was bigger than he remembered. Rows of giant bookshelves took up about half of it, with chairs and fairy lights in the corners, some away from the windows. It wasn’t too hot, nor too cold, it felt wholesome, and Diego wasn’t so sure he wanted to leave quite yet.

“You know it’s not cool to stalk people,” she said with her back turned.

Diego jumped, not expecting to be caught like that—when did his plans ever fall through the way he wanted?—and awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” he winced. “I just...” Just what, Diego?

She laughed, catching him off guard; it was the kind of laugh that seemed to have been bubbling over for a while and that’s when it hit him.

“You knew.”

“Hey,” she scolded lightly. “It’s not like I’ve been the one following you around like a creep. You could’ve just said hello.”

It wasn’t full of malice or disgust like he half expected, and he was surprised to find himself mirroring her smile despite himself.

“Sorry,” he said again. “You’re the only one who didn’t jump us as soon as we got here.”

She rolled her eyes, standing on the tip of her toes—she was wearing black heels with a little strap around the ankles—to grab a book off of one of the shelf.

“My siblings did not ‘jump you’. They’re just as cautious of you as you are them. Can you really blame them?”

Given that he just got caught stalking the most seemingly powerful and calmer one of the bunch, he didn’t really have much to say to that.

“I guess I see your point,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You know I don’t remember this room being as nice... or big.”

“That’s because it’s mine,” she said nonchalantly. “Reginald let me have my own library here, and I work at the one in town. Books are like my safe space, stories that I can escape into; if I start to feel overwhelmed I come here.”

He clicked his tongue. “Could never get into the whole ‘reading’ thing, really. I mean I l-like them but—” Oh god he was starting to ramble and he had no idea why; it was like his brain was starting to short circuit the moment she laid eyes on him. “What are your powers, anyway?”

“Energy manipulation, telekinesis, mind control, time manipulation—though I haven’t quite gotten the hang of it—and probably more, but I need more training with it.” She finished with a small sigh, pushing her glasses up her nose and clutching her book to her chest.

He stared at her dumbly. She waited patiently with a tilt to her head, as if she were studying him.

“Wow,” he finally said, sounding a little loud to his ears but continued on with a lower voice. “I—“

“Trajectory manipulation,” she interrupted. When she realized what she did, she quickly blushed—a faint pink beneath her tan skin that he thought was pretty fucking adorable, but he wouldn’t tell her that yet—and apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off like that. Sometimes I get waaaay too ahead of myself.”

Diego chuckled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “It’s okay.” Then he paused, a cheeky grin slowly spreading across his face that made her squint her eyes at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head with a chuckle. “It’s just that you were quick on that. Does that mean you’ve been watching me too?”

She quickly looked away, but a smile was playing on her lips. “I suppose we’re even then.”

“Yeah.”

Silence followed, a little uncomfortable for him but she seemed to not mind it at all, and when she sat down on one of the fluffy chairs—pink ruffles that contrasted to her blue dress—and gestured to another similar one next to her.

“Why don’t you sit? I’ll tell you everything you need to know, mi acosador.”

He inwardly groaned but plopped himself down on the chair nonetheless. “You’re never gonna let that down, are you?”

“Not for a while.”

***

He was in love.

He’d been in love before, of course, but he could feel it - this one was different. She was different in the ways that he craved, in the way that met his wants and needs with nothing but love and devotion and patience.

And he hadn’t even told her yet.

So today was the day he was going to do it. It was sunny, warm, and just overall beautiful out, and he wanted to tell her in the most special way possible.

He parked outside the library she worked out, trying to calm his rapid heart. He honestly didn’t know what he was so fucking nervous, because he was no doubts that she felt the same way, and they’re relationship was blossoming and growing each and every day; this was the right moment and he felt it deep inside him.

The scent of cinnamon and paper immediately hit him as soon as entered the building. There were only a few people inside, as the library was closing up early. He saw her, bright smile and gleaming eyes, helping a young man check out a book. He smiled and waited patiently by the threshold.

“Hey baby,” she grinned as soon as she was done. “I missed you.”

“Haven’t been gone that long,” he joked; he missed her, too.

“Cállate,” she scolded playfully.

“Hazme.”

She silenced his quiet snickering with a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Like that?” She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them.

“And more,” he laughed, holding her hips. “Ready to go?”

“Just let me put a few books away.”

The orange, glittery mist protruded from her fingers and wrapped around the small pile of books—they looked to be old and worn out—placing them in their respectable places, all the while she watched from afar, concentrating.

For some reason, in that exact moment, he blurted it out.

“I love you.”

She whipped her head towards him, and it was damn luck that he had said it as soon as the last book was placed, otherwise it would’ve fallen or whipped... somewhere from the shock of those three words.

“I’m sorry,” Diego shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair—the hair he decided to keep long—and assured her quickly, “I-I don’t m-mean I’m sorry—I mean I d-do but not for saying it I just—“ he sighed, taking a deep breath; she waited silently and patiently with an encouraging smile. “I wanted it to be special, you know? But just seeing you here now, I couldn’t help it mi amor.”

Instead of saying anything she crashed into him, making him tumble back. Thanks to his fast reflexes, he managed to catch himself before they both fell—not that either of them really cared, as long as they were still in each other’s arms.

She smashed her lips to his before he could take another breath in a heated and passionate kiss that made his heart pound against his chest, relishing in the taste of her as his lips moved perfectly with hers in sync.

She was also the first to pull back, keeping her forehead pressed against his. “I love you too, goofball.”

It felt like a ton of weight was lifted off his chest. He felt like the happiest and luckiest guy in the world, a feeling he hadn’t felt to this extent in a long time.

“Well,” he reached behind him where the coat hanger happened to be, grabbing her long, red coat. “Let’s continue this at home.”

Translate: mi acosador - My stalker

Cállate - Shut up

Hazme - Make me

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#sometimes i really suck at endings #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #request #the umbrella academy

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dbzebra · 4 years ago

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Hey new follower and big Vegeta fan here, you say that Goku has progressed a lot as a character, want to emphasize on that? i don't doubt you at all, hell i like him a lot too, but i never got really invested so i'm actually curious, i want to hear your thoughts and open my eyes! lol

Hey! I’d be glad to.

Let me preface by just saying that I think Vegeta is probably one of the most developed in the series, and after years of dealing with snide comments/anons from certain fans about how Goku sucks and Vegeta is better and all I’m a little snippy in that regard so I hope you didn’t take that personally! Sorry lol

Goku’s growth is subtle, but comparing Pilaf arc Goku to even 23rd WT Goku there’s a league of difference despite him still being the same person.

I’ll prolly butcher this explanation cause for some reason I always blank with asks like this (not your fault lol) but oh well here we go

Goku starts off as a little kid who knows nothing about the world before meeting Bulma. He taps peoples crotches to tell if their male or female, has absolutely no self awareness and no tact whatsoever lol. But throughout even the Pilaf arc you see Goku to start to adjust to normal society and being around people. Bulma just her sicking him in people like a lapdog. But after this he’s much more pragmatic between deciding to go find Roshi and going after his dragon ball. At first for selfish reasons and later more selfless, which I personally believe is partly thanks to Eighter.

Speaking of which, Roshi/Jackie Chun’s speech to him stuck with Goku for life and I don’t think people realize that. “There’s always someone better or stronger, so never stop improving yourself.” And that’s Goku. He doesn’t do it for anything other than to improve himself, which Vegeta finally acknowledges in his monologue during the final Kid Buu fight.

Anyway Goku first hand experiences loss when Krillin dies and dudes out for blood. He ignores everyone and rushes after Tambourine not once byt twice. Never before did Goku kill an enemy who was legit running away either. After this he never does this again until GT.

For example, take 23rd WT. Teen Goku was chill and cool about seeing Jr. but Kid Goku would’ve rushed him instantly like he did when he first saw Kami. Kid Goku was super stubborn but when he got older he became a lot more levelheaded with things.

It’s in Z where we really see how he changed. Goku slacked off on his training, only improving a little bit during the 5 years after Piccolo to spend with his wife and child. (Also it’s canon Goku spoiled Gohan. The way Gohan clings to him is obvious of that to me. And the way he says “Daddy’s here!” When he goes to save him after Raditz took him.

Gokus whole character arc in the first half of Z is accepting his Saiyan heritage. He was sent away because he was trash and a low class and Goku says to Vegeta that he was glad to be sent away / deemed weak because that was what led him to being sent to Earth and led him to meet his friends and family. (It’s why I hate Minus so much, it contradicts ALL of that)

for a while he kept saying “I’m not a Saiyan, my name is Goku and I’m from Earth” but by the time he fought Freeza its “I’m a Saiyan from Earth” and then of course Goku’s I am a Super Saiyan speech

Then later on in Cell/Buu he becomes more passive and wants the next generation to take over because he’s not gonna be around forever and his sons are stronger / have the potential to be far stronger than he ever was. So he starts pushing Gohan and later Goten and Trunks, going as far as not killing Buu because “im dead, I shouldn’t be here, it’s not my place”

He spares Piccolo purely to save Kami/the DBs, he spares Vegeta cause he wants to fight him again, and spares Freeza not to fight him, but because he wanted Freeza to be humiliated and afraid. Didn’t work. Gave him energy out of pity. Didn’t work. And that final attack killed him as far as Goku was concerned.

After that he stopped trying to spare his opponents. While he didn’t spare Buu he Lowkey wanted to and admitted he would’ve liked to fight Buu as a good person which is the conclusion to that + the next gen passing the torch throughout the latter half of Z

And then in GT he’s just really mature but bored as hell. I like to think that scene with those two guys from Home Alone “kidnap” him he’s just playing along. Just watching Goku in Baby Saga especially feels like how he’d be as a seasoned fighter now master just wanting a challenge but Lowkey sick and tired of guys threatening his home and his family. Him making the deal with Shenron (which is another whole thing in itself I can go into seperately) really shows how far he came. Basically sacrifices himself to make one last wish for the good of earth. Overall Still a goofball deep down but he’s super serious and doesn’t take any bullshit. I

I’m not gonna go into DBS Goku cause well I haven’t seen DBS in years, have no interest in going back to it and well DBS Goku was OOC a lot anyway

Hope this clears stuff up :)

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botanicallyinclinednerd · 4 years ago

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NCIS Season 14 Episode 10 rewatch (contains episode spoilers):

First thing I noticed (because I've seen this episode before and know how it ends) is in the footage that shows the rear car window, there is no dark colored car following them even from a far distance after the near miss at the intersection. Tisk tisk. (This is a very small thing, im just being nitpicky)

I forgot how much the intro fucking SLAPS

I adore ducky and his endless wisdom

"I wonder if I could fit that on a cookie" I have the utmost faith in you Abby

The bagpipe ring tone for Ducky is so on brand and I love it

Jimmy immediately seeing Ryan and fucking zooming to reach him

Okay, slight time imbalance, can be explained away for plot convenience, not a big problem

Gibbs is such a Dad, and I love when he acts as a dad towards his team. He acts like a dad to Jimmy the least, I feel, as their relationship tends to be Jimmy starting to go on a tangent or oversharing and Gibbs just staring at him until he stops. But the concerned dad look and the long look and nod to Jimmy that is both a "you've got this" and a "I'll get you out of this" is so great

The Jimmy Ducky friendship is such a great dynamic and its one I love to pieces. Like. Ducky was his bestman. And now I'm nostalgic for the two part season 9 finale, thats not ideal. It also makes me nostalgic for the episode where Jimmy and Ducky get kidnapped and are fucking badasses. That one may be next tbh

Lol. *calm and matter of fact* "Thats one of our team members up there and if he dies, you're gonna be dealing with the whole US Navy." *fire chief looks up, conciders, calls into his radio* "Engine 52 to all units. Stand down for now."

Brian Dietzen is such a talented actor

Omg the flashback to s1 Jimmy

"What is this, self help karaoke?" "Honestly, I got a million of these, I could do this all night long" I'm sure you could Jimmy, I'm sure you could

Lord, the "i don't have friends like that. I'm sorry" and then him hitting Jimmy so he can try to jump, and then Jimmy falling and dangling from the edge and Ryan pulling him up and Jimmy quickly grabbing hold of Ryan's belt again and triumphantly declaring "you don't want to die" and calling him on his faulty logic as evidence and then fucking Torres, who somehow noticed none of this, sticking his head out to announce food. What a fucking scene

McGee's confident and amused"Jimmy never litters" is so great and funny to me, because of course he doesn't, and it is the perfect solution to move along the plot

I honestly love this plot device in this instance, characters revealing things about other characters while being unaware those characters can hear them. Aka: i love Jimmy talking about Gibbs to Ryan. And McGee arriving back at headquarters and being hushed by Bishop because Jimmy is talking, and the solemn "oh" look that McGee gets as he realizes what Jimmy is talking about. And Bishop, watching Gibbs carefully to gage how he's faring listening to Jimmy talk about him

"He's not exactly a hugger, you know. *huffed laugh* at least he's never hugged me" (I love the moment that comes out of this)

I adore Jimmy, really. He's such a genuine and kind character, and he's a goofball, for sure, but he's also so wise and insightful, and this episode really showcases that

The flashback to Gibbs setting him straight about the dad stuff. Ugh. So fucking good

Gibbs loudly talking at his intercom for Palmer to ask Ryan which intersection, for Bishop to tell Gibbs its a one way speaker, only for Jimmy to ask Ryan which intersection the next instant and Gibbs looking up like "you were saying?" is so funny.

The baseball bat makes a reappearance!

"Nobody at work knows" they do now, Jimmy Boy, they do now.

"Nothing lasts forever. I have had so many friends come and go. And live and Die." Jimmy, stop breaking my heart, I dont want to think about the many casualties of NCIS right now. Lord, the way Abby's eyes widden, me too girl.

"First, I think you should put Jimmy in for a raise" "ill second that" "okay"

Oh, fuck this clip. This is mean. Its even meaner that I don't immediately know if its Franks or Ziva. It is Ziva, but the fact its not instantly apparent is a good indicator to the fucking body count this show has on characters

Jimmy slipping and Nick catching him is Good. Especially the little "you told me not to let him fall" he gives to Gibbs

"Where else would I be? I'm not gonna leave you out there alone... Doctor Palmer" and the smile slipping from Jimmy's face as he truly realizes that they heard everything, and then the smile instantly reappearing at his mentor calling him "Doctor"

Basement boat scene! THE HUG!!! I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE AND MISSED THIS SHOW

Gosh! Gibbs doesn't say a word in the basement scene, and he doesn't have to because the hug says literally everything. One: that Gibbs heard what Jimmy said. Two: Gibbs forgives him and is not mad and him for bringing up his wife and daughter to Ryan. Three: it conveys how much Gibbs cares about Jimmy. Four: Its a comfort thing and a "you did good kid" thing

This is such a good episode. Honestly? 10/10.

#NCIS #episode spoilers #jimmy palmer #tw attempted suicide #no actual suicide #mentions of attempted suicide #leroy jethro gibbs #timothy mcgee #ellie bishop #ducky mallard #liv watches shit #liv rewatches shit

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zevlors-tail · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could i get a match up with any mha male character. I’m a female about 5’2 and ive got long straight hair. I’m not too shy like i still find it hard to talk to people but if im more comfortable im really talkative. I’m a capricorn. I am really impulsive I once woke up and decided to get three ear piercings. I’m a dancer that specializes in ballet and I love playing the piano and the violin. I also am really clingy and love to cuddle. For the autumn drabble could I get scary movies and rain

I’m SO sorry this took so long. Matchups are so hard for me to do and I was a little too ambitious with adding the drabbles at the end. ;w; Here it is! I hope you like it!

I match you with: Denki Kaminari!

-Maybe you sometimes find it hard to talk to people, but this boy is going to make it incredibly easy for you to feel comfortable with him. He just has that aura to him; it’s like you’re meeting up with a long lost friend you haven’t seen in ages when in reality you barely even know him. But he makes it feel like you’ve known each other since kindergarten, like you two were best friends your whole lives. You two are cozying up to each other in no time.

-Impulsive? PERFECT. Kaminari is that friend who will push you around in a shopping cart through the middle of the store on a dare you made 3 months ago that the two of you suddenly remembered. Honestly, you two wreck so much havoc with each other, even Mina struggles to keep up with your shenanigans. And anything you want to do? He supports it. You want 3 ear piercings? Go for it. Wanna get a tattoo while you’re at it? “Do ittttt!” Honestly, if you need someone to hold you back or keep you in line, don’t expect Denki to be that person. He’s gonna be the exact opposite. If you really need someone to keep you in check, make Bakugou tag along with you; he’s really the only one who can stop the both of you from destroying the whole city.

-Kaminari loves to watch you practice your dancing. He thinks you’re absolutely graceful and could watch you for hours at a time. He never gets tired of it. He gets mesmerized every time you move and wonders how you manage to make him feel like he’s lighter than air. He will 100% come to any and all of your shows if you have them, and will always support you no matter what. Catch him in the front row crying tears of joy because, “That’s my babe up there, that’s my Y/N!” He can and WILL drag the whole Bakusquad along btw. You’ll always have support from your friends. :)

-Also very supportive when it comes to your instruments! Listening to you play makes him very emotional, but in a good way. He could be sobbing while you practice and if you stop and ask him if he’s okay, he just chokes out “I’m fine, please continue!” and gives you his signature thumbs up. He looks anything but fine, although he’s telling the truth; he just wants to hear you play. Kaminari is an emotional guy, and he expresses it freely, so tears are natural. He also has favorites out of the songs he’s heard you play! Sometimes he might request a certain song if he hasn’t heard it in a while. Better yet, if you write him a song of your own or learn a new one in secret to surprise him, he will melt. You’re gonna kill him. No really, you’re going to make him feel so loved.

-Denki is also very clingy and cuddly, so you better prepare for koala hugs and lots of kisses and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’ve had the best day of your life, the worst day of your life, or if it was just an average ordinary day, you’ll still get cuddles every single night. And he gives really good ones too; the way he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him makes you feel the safest you’ve ever felt, like nothing can touch you while you’re with him. He’s also a fan of playing with your hair and giving you head pats. Of course he likes them too, but he likes giving them to you much more than receiving them. The best feeling after a hard day is Denki running a hand through your hair to relax you while you snuggle into his arms.

Fall Drabble: Scary Movies/Rain

This drabble kind of got away from me so now it’s less of a drabble and more of a scenario but oh well-

Heavy rain swirled outside in the wind, water droplets sticking to the window and sliding down slowly as you listened to thunder rumble in the distance. Lightning accompanied it a fraction of a moment later, the flash of light illuminating the whole sky for half a second so you could see the gloomy clouds in full. You and Denki originally had plans to go to a fall festival of sorts, but the two of you had waited too long to get ready to go, and now (a whole half hour later no thanks to charge bolt himself) it was too late; there was no way either of you were going out in this. Even if Denki was immune to lightning, you were not, and the wind and rain both proved challenging foes to your clothes and hair. You would both look like a mess by the time you got there, if you hadn’t fried on the way there.

“Soooo, I guess we’re staying in for the day. No way we’re going to the festival in that,” you said dryly.

“I’m sure we can find other ways to pass the time, babe. We can always catch the festival tomorrow!” Ever the cheerful one, it seemed. That was something you really loved about Kaminari. No matter the situation, he was always willing to find the silver lining.

“I suppose you’re right. Well, what can we do in the mean time then?” you wondered aloud.

“No idea, but this storm sure is getting spooky...” Denki subconsciously scooted closer to you as the wind howled outside, a high pitched sound reverberating through the room as it picked up speed.

“Yeah...”

You both went quiet, Denki’s focus on the storm outside while you thought of ways to pass the time. You would have invited the squad over to hang out, except this was supposed to be date night. You loved your friends, yes, but date night was special to you, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to share your boyfriend with anyone today. So friends were a no go...and you couldn’t go anywhere outside either. That only left a handful of activities. You looked around your room for something useful, anything exciting that you hadn’t already done today. Suddenly your eyes landed on an old ticket stub, namely the one from the very first movie you and Denki had seen together on your first date, and you were struck by an idea.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?”

And that was how the two of you ended up laying on the floor a half hour later, a giant blanket draped over your shoulders and pillows in front of you, popcorn pieces strewn about and cans of soda off to the side as a horror movie played in the background. It had been a while since either of you had seen a proper scary movie, so you agreed on one you hadn’t watched before and started it up without a second thought. The rain in the background helped to enhance the spooky mood for the night, a different sort of darkness seeping in and washing over the room after the lights had been turned off.

A jump scare startled you both a little, causing Kaminari to bump into you gently. You dropped a few pieces of popcorn, and your boyfriend couldn’t keep himself from poking fun at you.

“If you’re scared, Y/N, you can always hold my hand!” He gave you a wide grin and giggled, his tone teasing yet lighthearted. He could never truly give you crap about being spooked by a scary movie, especially when he had been startled himself.

“We’re already holding hands, you goofball!” You nudged him playfully and laughed with him, lightening the mood a bit after the jump scare. Eventually you both returned to watching the movie, your fingers lacing into his as you held hands still.

Fifteen minutes had gone by before the storm really started to pick up outside, wind howling relentlessly and rain pelting against your roof. You and Kaminari were so engrossed in the suspense of the movie that you didn’t notice anything at first; the woman in the film crept closer and closer to the basement door, pitch black coming from open entrance, and the both of you huddled close together as you watched in suspense for something to jump out from the darkness. Suddenly something hard fell against your roof with a loud Thump! followed by several other similar sounding noises, and you and Denki whipped around to look behind you for a culprit, spooked by the horror movie and the strange noise you had just heard. Just as you were about to ask him if he also thought that was hail, the TV shut off unexpectedly with a soft powering down noise, and the both of you were left in complete and total darkness as the storm raged on outside.

“Denki?” It was hard not to notice the tremble in your voice as you spoke quietly.

“I’m right here, love.” Kaminari’s voice wavered slightly as well, though he tried to be strong for you. Both of you were scared, but the least he could do was be there for you.

Down the hall, you could hear your fellow students mulling around in their own dorms and asking if everyone was okay. You put two and two together and realized the storm must have knocked the power out. Without warning, Kirishima thrust open the door to your bedroom and shined a flashlight in, causing the two of you to scream in unison as he finally focused it on your shaking forms.

“Why are you guys screaming?” He tilted his head in question while you tried to gain your bearings, and you secretly decided you would never watch horror movies during a storm ever again. “Yo, Kaminari. We lost power ‘cause of the storm. You think you could give the generator a jump?” The redhead rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly sent over to ask for Denki by someone else.

“Nah, you guys are on your own. It’s date night with my baby, so no can do!”

“Awe, dude, come on! If you send me back with that sort of answer, Bakugou is gonna come storming in here himself!”

“Sorry, man. I’m sure the power won’t be out for that long, anyway. Bakugou can deal with it.

“If you say so. I’ll try my best to sugarcoat it, but expect an angry looking Bakugou sometime in the near future.”

Kirishima turned away with a wary look, trekking back down the hall the way he came. You turned to your boyfriend and snuggled into him, thankful for having such a loyal person as your partner.

“You could have given their generator a jump, you know,” you said softly.

“I know. But then I’d miss out on date night with you, and that wouldn’t be very kind of me, would it? Date night is just for us. They can figure stuff out themselves.”

The two of you sat there for a moment as you held each other before there was a loud crash from down the hall followed by angry stomping sounds.

“KAMINARI I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN UP!”

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dashboardcat · 4 years ago

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season 2 finale, baybee

Interesting choice to open with the closing credits. I suppose it does a better job setting the mood for Ibuki's death, but I personally feel like with everything else this ep could have covered they maybe should have just done a cold open with no credits. Even though I still feel like this season didn't do as great of a job characterizing Ibuki or the rest of the Shishigumi, I still feel like Ibuki's death still had some weight to it. Until Free started gloating, that is, he delivery there didn't seem quite right. Louis' reaction to watching his new dad die was pretty much spot on tho

As for Riz and Legosi's showdown, idk, maybe it's because Beastars has never really been about the action for me, or maybe it's because the whole point is to show how one-sided this fight is supposed to be, but the whole thing sorta fell flat for me. Even the moth scene, which I was really excited for, just kinda... happened with no buildup. But they did leave in Lounge-gosi, tho, so that's good.

I feel like in the manga, it was easier to ignore Riz's motivations as "lol that's fucked up" but here you can almost feel for him.

Seeing Louis cry legit made me cry... is VA was really giving his all this ep. And did any of the anime-onlys see Legosi eating Louis' foot coming? (one minor nitpick, at one point it looks like Legosi is grabbing the wrong foot) I'm not sure how I feel about the meated-out Legosi effects, tho. They're really leaning into the shonen anime thing with the spikey hair lmao. That doofy grin after he wipes the blood off his face? Perfection.

Haven't done any digging re: whether or not season 3 is confirmed yet, and honestly its hard for me to say if I really want it at this point. While obviously they did everything to tie up the end of the Riz arc, I still feel like where we're left with regarding Legosi and Haru's relationship wouldnt be appropriate for a series finale. On the other hand, it's not like that ever gets tied up in the manga, either. While the manga from hereon out has a lot of great things yet to come, it also has A LOT of problems as executive meddling tried to turn the series into something it wasn't supposed to be. On the other OTHER hand, im a simp for Melon, and, frankly, he's such a stereotypically perfect anime villain the studios would be fools to not take advantage of all the money they could make off of him. (On the other other OTHER hand, the easter egg last episode might mean that someone at the studios already knew it wasn't going to happen, so they threw him in there as a consolation prize? I could go in circles like this for hours at this point yall)

But as I predicted, "You're not trying to reduce me to a flashback character, are you?" didnt make the cut, nor did Legosi not being able to stop licking the blood off his face in front of the police. I mean, I get it, I guess. They're both too funny for what's supposed to be a serious moment. Although the fight is almost immediately followed by Legosi telling Haru he's gonna drop out of school, and her threatening to dump him, so so much for that I guess. I suppose what is funny, tho, is Riz thinking about how Legosi and Louis are the perfect carnivore/herbivore duo, then cutting Legosi and Haru's rocky relationship. Legosi just go back to your boyfriend this isnt that complicated

The site I watch on didn't have the "bonus scene" so idk if that means that uploader just didnt include it or if it didn't happen at all? Again I only heard about it from one person and I dont know what his source was so im not especially disappointed.

Ultimately, I feel like this season did I really good job of adapting and, in some ways even expanding, Legosi's arc, but at the cost of sacrificing Louis'. They spent a lot of time earlier in the season setting up (or, rather re-introducing) the murder mystery plot, and added the bit with the gym clothes thief to make Legosi's detective skills seem less like they came out of nowhere. But I can't help but feel like all that time they spent dragging their feet building up to Rokume (who, yes, anime-onlys, really has nothing to do with anything after her one scene) could have been better spent fleshing out Louis and the Shishigumi. (Although, to be honest, it may be because i was sort of rushing to get through reading it all, but im actually starting to doubt just how "well developed" the Shishigumi were at this point in the story, and then got flanderized into the lovable goofballs we know them as later on...) Sure , Legosi IS the main character, but the dynamic between these 2 means that Louis deserves more time in the spotlight too.

ugh... im gonna have to start reading fanfiction arent i

#beastars #beastars spoilers

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shaydeoffical · 5 years ago

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If the World was Ending. Denki x Reader

Summary: You and Denki dated for two years before his chaotic work week got between you. The final straw was when he missed your sister’s wedding and you didn’t have a partner to walk you down the aisle. Denki was working himself to the bone, and being reckless. You split before you get the chance to see him run himself into the ground. But when the earth begins to shake, there’s only one person you want more than anyone else.

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If the World Was Ending

It was three in the morning when the earthquakes started. My power went out, my fish tank shattered, and my bed rattled. Hurrying, I blindly scoped Bubbles up from the floor and put him into the cup of water on my bedside table. My bookshelf hit the floor barley missing my toes. Grasping my glasses, and dodging the frame that fell from above my bed, I fell reaching for my desk.

Before I could hide under a table, it was over. Glass was embedded in my foot, blood trailed through the carpet. "What the hell just-"I sprang up, wincing before sinking into the bed. Pushing my hair back, securing Bubbles in my dresser drawer in a bundle of clothes, I just took a deep breath.

I hoped he was safe.

Hand hoovering my phone, the screen had yet to light up. Still, I pulled up the blank contact, wondering if I should try it. Surely, I was blocked…its not like we ended on bad terms, but it wasn't right to get in his way now.

Another rumble shook my cottage, my thumb pressing the contact before dropping my phone altogether. "Shi- shit." Leaving my phone, I dashed under my desk and waited for it to end. Tears welled in my eyes, and I counted backward from one hundred. Before I got to seventy, it was over.

This time, I went to look out my bedroom window. The city was in flames. There was a distant glow of emergency services and smoke raising. Was Kami okay? "Denki."

My phone had gone straight to voicemail. I ended the memo and tried to turn on my data to see what the news was saying. Nothing, so the cell towers were down. It was pointless to call him dumb even. He had nothing left for me, and I had nothing for him.

"Stupid stupid stupid." I limped into the kitchen, pulling out my flashlights, and getting a basin of water. Slowly I began to pluck the glass from my heel. I hoped he was home, tucked away for the night. Maybe, he slept right through it and would wake up just fine. Better yet, perhaps he was away for work and had no clue any of this was happening.

More rumbles and my tiny chandelier was swinging wildly. My dirty water sloshing into the floor, and spreading to the living room. This time I hid under the archway and waited it out. My stomach churned with knots, light-headed, and tired. Today was going to be over soon enough… My knees gave up under me, one of my cabinets bursting open, and the china splattering all over the floor.

"Denki," I whispered, gripping handfuls of plush carpet and crying. Nothing was the same, we ended on good terms. He was to busy with work, and I wasn't ready to commit. That doesn't mean he wouldn't come to me. Did he have this calling in his chest? The unmistakable rumble in my soul, longing for his embrace.

Pressing the am setting on the radio, I slid the seat back and covered my head. There was no static, no alarms or warning.

My finger wavered over his contact, the one I swore I'd delete last year. The one with a blank profile picture and a fake name. Still, I only hoovered, the trembling was inching me closer to knowing the truth. Was I blocked? Did he even have my number in his phone? Was he on a date or running home? He such a flirt there was no way he'd be at home on a Saturday.

Clawing at my chest, I braced with the other hand. I wanted him, needed him. For all, I knew he was in the arms of another, but I needed him. I had to move.

Once the shaking was over, I put my shoes limping over the debris and slinging open my front door. A hand brought down on my nose in a 'knocking' motion. "Oh shit," he yelled, pulling me into his arms, pushing my hand from my nose and examining it. Bright yellow eyes peering into me. I could never forget that hue or the way they looked straight through me. "I was just paroling the area, and-"

"You didn't get my call?" He nursed my face, rubbing his finger over the bridge of my nose, cooing.

"You still have my number?" he smiled, pushing the hair from my eyes.

"Hu," I pulled back, the earth erupting again. Denki shoved me against his chest and covered my head, standing under the doorway.

"Hold tight Kitty," he purred in my ear. Sensations that I thought were dead bloomed within my stomach. The familiar scent of old spice and hair gel, creating an oldy calming fog around me.

I wound my first in his button-up, burying my head in chest. The tv hit the floor behind me, and the coo-coo clock toppled over screaming.

Flinching as a coil hit my ankle, Denki squished me deeper under his chest. "I needed you. I just didn't think you'd come," I wept, the termer ending, but Denki's hold staying strong. "I want you. I always want you when I'm scared."

"So many times, I've thought about coming by. I just knew if the world was ending, I wanted to be beside you." Slowly I looked up, our lips inching closer. "Do you want to?"

Meeting him in the middle, our lips meet in quick peeks. It was slow, till he bites the bottom of my lip. Grasing my thigh, he pulled my leg onto his hip, pinning me against the door frame. Moving down my throat, leaving little kisses and peaks. "Chargebolt," I let out his hero name in a moan, his ultimate trigger. As if a year hadn't passed, he picked me up, danced over the ruins, and straight to my bedroom.

"I missed you," I gasped, fiddling with the top buttons of his shirt. He slipped it past his shoulders and exposed his stomach. There was a new scar, bubbled up but faded. His eyes followed mine, and he softened, covering his skin. His gaze going to the door, lip sucked in.

"It's nothing, (Y/n)." He started to put his shirt back on, and I grabbed the sides of the shirt. "Kitten," he pleased for me to let it go.

"You don't have to hide from me." Moving his hands aside, I rubbed the area in the dark. The wound was just under his ribs and ran diagonally to his pelvis. He was watching my every move, shivering while my fingers traced around the once life-threatening injury. Knowing I could have lost him forever, I kissed the mark. "Im sorry for- uh." Denki was on top of me like a fly on sugar, caging me. The house shifting and popping with each quake. "Are we going to die?" I gripped to his shirt with one hand and covered his head with the other. He was alive, and here, and I was going to lose him.

"No, Kitty, we're fine." He nibbled along my neck, distracting me as the episode started and stopped. Another round hit directly after and I wondered if the world was ending. "It's okay, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, baby." His voice didn't crack with any hint of fear. But his love bites were too straight for me to believe he was okay. He was usually a passionate, albeit sloppy, lover. If there was one thing I understood, it was that Denki Kaminair was worried...and still cared about me.

My breath hitched in my throat. Could he really just stay? "Denki, I don't want to ever say goodbye again." I dug my nails through his hair, not believing that he was really here. That after all this time, he was holding me, protecting me, as if everything had changed and nothing at the same time. As if we were where we needed to be before we ultimately died.

"You don't have to. Never again." The quake stopped. Denki lowered himself down, our lips latching in a slow kiss. His hands wound under my back, and he pulled us into a sitting position. I straddled his lap, hands around his neck, and his around my waist, sliding up my spine.

"Do you mean it?" I asked as he trailed kissed down my collar bone, nipping and sucking in an erratic pattern. "Or do you just wanna?"

"There hasn't been a day you haven't crossed my mind." He just gawked. It wasn't his typical lusty gaze with a smirk, but a soft longing. Lips parted with the smallest smile, brows raised in awe and gaze unwavering. Even his hands had yet to grab a handful of my ass. He was calculated, desperate, yet so afraid. This side of Denki is one I never saw in the two years we dated. "I still love you. There are just a few things I needed to learn to love you the way you deserved. When I alost lost my life, I realized I wanted to be a hero to the world, but more than that- I wanted to give my life to you. You were more than those long hours. There are so many heroes in the world, but I was yours- and I didn't show up when you needed me. That's never going to happen again."

"Denki." I chewed my lower lip, his thumb pulling it from my teeth and brushing my cheek.

"Don't cry, Kitty." He pressed our forehead together, tears streaming down his own face. "When you cry, I do."

"You're such a goofball." I chuckled bursting into tears. "I missed you so bad." I kissed circles around his lips, then pecked them a few times. "I still love you too. Don't think that I want to stop you from being a hero. There's just one person in this world that I can't live without. Denki, I just want to see you more than twice a week." I admitted, leaving myself open to the pain, to him possible breaking my heart. He could up and leave when the quakes stop, or before I wake up. It was uncertain, but-

"(Y/n), stop whatever you are thinking. I know that look, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not the same man who forgot missed your first surgery, or your sister's wedding." He pushed me back into bed, laying onto of me. Threading our hands together and slipping to the side, pushing me flush against him. "I didn't come over here because I was going to leave today, or ever. Well, if you told me too, I would have. I just realized what was important a few months ago, and after the shake, I knew I couldn't wait for a minute longer. I couldn't stop thinking about you about us. There's no natural disaster on earth that could keep me from you. Not now, not ever. If the world was ending, I'd still be right here Kitty."

"But you left before," I whispered, hiding my head in his chest to avoid any hurt his face could show. "And I didn't chase you. What about that? What does that say about me?"

"That's never going to happen again. You shouldn't have had to run for me." Our fingers flexed, and he freed one hand, cupping my cheek. "I love you."

Another tremor rocked our world, this one was shorter, but Denki still covered my head. The house settled once again; this time, there wasn't a loud clatter or splash. This time the world was quiet spare for the thumping in my ears, the blood working its up my face and into my head. I missed this feeling. "Hold me till tomorrow?" I asked, grabbing his collar and flipping him beside me.

"I'll hold you forever." I snuggled into his chest, his lips connecting with my forehead. Our arms tangled around each other, and Denki's upper hand resting just across my hip. His slid hand under my shirt, rubbing images on my back. Spelling out the word love over and over again. Feeling brave, I wrapped my legs against his and rubbed his ankle with my toes.

"I'm glad you came back." I yawned, kissing him before flopping my head against the pillow.

"I hope you feel the same way when you wake up." Denki giggled, opening my nightstand to put away his google. "Why is the fish in the draw?"

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