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randomfandomimagine · 5 years ago

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High Crush (Courtney Miller x Reader)

Characters: Courtney Miller, Shayne Topp, Olivia Sui, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman

Fandom: Smosh (Youtubers)

Tags: Reader Insert, Gender NeutralReader

Warnings: None

Requested by anon: Can you do a Courtney Miller x reader where the reader is getting her wisdom teeth out and the smosh squad go with her and Courtney has a crush on the reader and the reader confesses that she likes Courtney. I saw that you wrote for smosh and I wanted to send an ask bc I don't see many people who write for them.

“Are you nervous, Y/N?” Olivia asked you, not taking her eyes off the road.

“A little...” You admitted, trying to appear calmer than you were. In reality, you were extremely anxious for many reasons.

Olivia was driving you to the dentist to get your wisdom teeth taken out, and you had seen enough viral videos to know a lot of things could happen. Not only would you have to go through that horrible surgery, but face the possibility of embarrassing yourself while you were all loopy.

“It’s gonna be okay” Courtney, from the copilot seat, patted your hand to comfort you. You smiled at her, endeared that she was always such a sweetheart.

“Just do me a favor, guys...” You looked at the rest in the backseat with you. “Don’t record me or anything, I’m probably gonna say some crazy stuff later”

“Why do you think we all came with you?” Shayne joked, laughing mischievously.

“I mean it!” You pointed a finger at him, then turning to Noah and Keith squeezed to your right. “Especially you two!”

“I’m offended!” Noah gawked at you, being supported by Keith’s complaints.

“You have no trust in us, Y/N” The latter said, innocently smiling at you.

“Okay, we’re here!” Olivia stopped the car and took her seatbelt off.

“Seriously, though” Shayne’s voice softened. “It’s probably not as bad as you think”

Looking forward to being done with it, you pouted and exited the car.

You couldn’t help but to fidget in the chair. The waiting room seemed like one of the worst tortures at the moment. Your friends tried to take your mind off it with their banter and jokes, but you were more and more nervous with each passing second.

“Hey” Courtney bumped her shoulder into yours, bearing a playful cocky expression. “You can hold my hand if you want”

You laughed a little, causing her to giggle too.

“Don’t tempt me, Court” You joked, trying to hide the fact that you were dying to hold her hand.

“I’m serious!” To reinforce her words, she held it out for you to take. “If it will make you feel better...”

You nodded, knowing it would definitely comfort you. Looking at the rest, you noticed everyone was busy having conversations of their own. Olivia was confusing Shayne with something he didn’t understand, and Noah and Keith were arguing about something.

When you felt the touch of her soft warm hands, your heart skipped a beat. It was comforting and anguishing at the same time. You had only been crushing on Courtney for forever now, and you were just holding her hand! While she was trying to make you feel better!

To make matters worse, she dedicated you the brightest smile that nearly made your heart stop. Just then, you were startled by the sound of a door opening.

“Y/N?” They called your name, to which you lifted your head.

“Can one of us go in there with her?” Noah asked, hoping to calm your nerves.

“Okay, but just one” The assistant said, and you immediately turned your head.

Still holding Courtney’s hand, you gently squeezed it. She widened the grin that lingered on her lips and nodded.

Olivia, Shayne, Keith and Noah wished you good luck and dedicated you a few words of encouragement. You appreciated them and thanked your friends, even if it was the hand wrapped around yours that trully gave you courage.

You didn’t know what you were so afraid of. It was all done and you were feeling completely happy and relaxed. Your mouth did feel weird, a little numb, but everything else was perfect.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Courtney asked you as soon as the dentist moved his chair away from you.

“Greeeeeeat, I feel great!” You eyed her gravely. “But there’s marshmallows in my mouth and I can’t eat them”

Courtney threw her head back and laughed out loud at what you had just said. The sound filled the room, making you chuckle in a silly manner.

“Y/N will probably be feeling a little strange today” The dentist warned her, earning a solemn nod from her as she grew more serious again.

“No, no, no, no, no, no” You spoke quickly, trying to figure out why your voice came out muffled. Until you remembered the marshmallows in your gums. Which were actually gauzes, but your foggy mind couldn’t tell at the moment. “I feel fiiine”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause you seem a little high to me”

“Nah, I’m hap-py” You told her, separating the syllabes.

Courtney watched in amusement as you repeated the word ‘happy’, seemingly loving the way it sounded.

“You better sit for a moment before you leave, okay?” The dentist reminded you, patting you in the shoulder.

“Sure! Sure, sure, sure” You chuckled to yourself, grabbing Courtney’s face in your hands and fondly squeezing her cheeks. “I’m in good hands”

She giggled at the comment, even if her cheeks seemed to burn under your touch. When you let go of her, Courtney laughed a little as she kindly squeezed your arm.

“You need anything?” The smile wouldn’t leave her lips as she observed you in your intoxicated state.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, startling her a little because of the sudden change in volume. “I need to tell you something, but don’t tell anyone”

“Okay...” Courtney half.questioned, cautiously leaned forward to hear your secret.

“I like you, Court” You pouted, and she gawked at you while you began sobbing. “I like you so much, oh my god! You’re the best and I love you!”

Much to your surprise, she broke out in laughter. Surelly, she didn’t think you meant it. You weren’t being yourself at the moment, to be fair.

“No, you don’t understand!” You whined, reaching out for her hand to hold it urgently. “I have a big crush on you because you’re amazing! You’re so funny and hardworking and kind and talented and pretty and-”

“Okay, dude...” She awkwardly said, not really knowing how to react. “Thanks”

Next followed a fit of nervous laughter from Courtney as you lowly complained and wallowed in the misery that she didn’t really believe you.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You hid your face in her shoulder, and your friend patted your head to comfort you as you softly sobbed still. “I’m serious!!”

“I’m not laughing at you, Y/N! It’s just, uh...” She continued to chuckle awkardly. “I don’t know...”

“I wanna go home...” You mumbled, still sulky like a child.

“Let’s go” She helped you stand, holding you up in fear that you were still too affected to stand on your own, but you did. More or less. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re all whiny”

“Shut up” As you left the dentist consult, you didn’t leave her side.

But Courtney didn’t leave your side either, wanting to make sure you made it home safely. Even after they dropped you off, you lingered on her mind.

The next day you were ready to face embarrassment. You didn’t remember anything that happened and you dreaded to see any possible videos that they might have recorded while you were high after your wisdom teeth were taken out.

“Hey” You heard Shayne’s voice greeting you. “How you feeling?”

“My mouth still hurts” You replied with a shrug. “But what I’m really worried about is what I did yesterday”

He laughed a little, but softly shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Y/N” Shayne calmed you. “You didn’t do anything too embarrassing”

“That’s good”

“I mean, we did get a few laughs out of you, but...”

“Come on...”

“Courtney, though... I think you said some weird things to her”

“What?” You immediately froze, terrified of what you might have said precisely to her.

“Yeah, she was acting a bit weird” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder to where she must have been. “I don’t know”

“Dammit...” You ran to the office to meet with Courtney.

You found her there, sitting in a chair and looking at her phone. She lifted her head at the sound of the door opening and immediately smiled at you.

“Hi, Y/N” However, you could sense some nervousness behind her usual friendly interaction. “Are you feeling better today?”

“Yeah, yeah...” You frowned, mortified to have to face her. “But, uh... Courtney?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” Courtney saved her phone to center her attention on you.

“Did I... say something strange to you?”

She looked away at the question and took a little bit to answer. The pause made your heart race in anticipation and fear.

“Yeah, you... kinda... said you have a crush on me” Courtney accompanied her words with a small chuckle that made your heart flutter even more than the statement itself.

“What?! Kill me, just kill me” You hid your face on your hands, suddenly wishing to dissapear. “I’m so sorry”

You heard her quickly stand up and rush to your side to place a hand on your shoulder. When you looked at her, she was showcasing an empathetic expression.

“It’s okay, you probably didn’t mean it right?” She tilted her head in consideration. “Unless you did, because I... might have a crush on you too”

You blankly stared at her, unable to say anything. Your lips moved, urging yourself to summon some words, but still none came out. All you managed was a goofy looking smile and a nod.

Courtney dedicated you a tender smile, even if she averted her beautiful green eyes. You chuckled in awe while also trying to do something. A heavy silence had established, and neither of you knew what to do to avoid it.

Finally, she guffawed and shyly looked back at you.

“You have such a big crush on me that you confessed while you were high” A more relaxed smile grew on her lips, inevitably infecting it to you. “Dude, you had a high crush!!”

You laughed out loud together. You were both incredibly relieved that it had turned out like that. That you were now aware of the situation and comfortable with it. In the end you hugged, looking forward to what the future held for you two.

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maulusque · 6 years ago

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OK Unpopular Opinion Time

The Jedi absolutely were guilty of mass slavery, as well as complicit in- and then guilty of, because they were in charge and didn’t stop it- every single war crime, ethical violation, and crime against humanity involved in making the clones. And the excuses fandom throws out to defend them are nonsense.

“they genuinely cared about the clones/saw them as human/felt really sad when they died”

so what. a slave master might feel sad when their favorite slave dies. They are still a slave master. I once read a holocaust memoire, in which a guard once came into the flea-infested prisoner barracks to give medicine to the narrator’s sick sister. That doesn’t magically absolve that guard of the crime of being a nazi guard in a concentration camp.

“they had no choice, the senate/the chancellor made them do it. If they had refused to lead the army, they would have lost their funding/been made homeless/had to watch their children starve/been disbanded/the public would have hated them”

There is always a choice. You can say yes, and commit horrific crimes, or you can say no, and suffer the consequences. “I was just following orders” is not an excuse. Remember the Nuremberg trials? ORDERS IS NOT AN EXCUSE. The Jedi should have refused to lead the army. Flat out. If they got legally disbanded, so be it. If they lost Senate funding/protection, then so be it. If they would have been made homeless, then so be it. Remember recently when ICE agents sprayed tear gas at families and children at the border? and people were saying that if your superiors tell you to tear gas children, you should quit your job? Same thing. If the Senate tells you to take possession of a slave army and lead them into battle, you should quit your job.

And even if they lost Senate funding (are the Jedi even being supported financially by the senate? seriously? they existed way before the Republic did), the Jedi have the entire Service Corps, including teachers, explorers, and a SHIT TON OF FARMERS. They’re gonna be fine.

“oooh but the Jedi need Senate protection because force-sensitive children are in constant danger of being kidnapped and sold into slavery” ok first of all, i think that threat is greatly exaggerated in much of the fandom. Second of all, the Jedi can still stick together and defend their own. There are literally thousands of them. And somehow the kids sent to the Service Corps seem to do just fine. And also literally every single other force-sensitive organization/religious order in the galaxy seem to do just fine without official senate backing/protection. Also, masters and padawans regularly go on missions with just the two of them, so it seems that a force-sensitive youngster is sufficiently protected by the presence of precisely one (1) adult jedi.

“but then the jedi will lose the legal right to go around the galaxy and solve disputes/do whatever the fuck it is the jedi are supposed to be doing” first of all, GOOD. imho the Jedi have waaaay to much leeway and no legal oversight and seriously need to have their legal powers curtailed. secondly, so what? if you have to take possession of an ENTIRE-ASS ARMY OF SLAVES in order to keep doing good in the galaxy, how much good are you doing anyway?

“if the Jedi didn’t do it, other people would have been put in charge who didn’t care about clone lives as much!” first of all, the Jedi did a pretty shit job of protecting clone lives. An experienced, non-jedi military commander would have been more effective at that than your standard Jedi, by simple virtue of knowing that “follow me” and then yeeting yourself off a cliff is not a valid battle plan. seriously, aside from the moral concerns, putting the jedi in charge of the army instead of having them as, say, field commandos and sometimes special consultants because ~force knowledge~, was the most bone-headed idiotic thing the Senate has ever done. Kudos to palpatine for somehow convincing the entire Senate that a bunch of scholarly sword-waving space monks would make good generals.

Honestly the Jedi fucked up big in agreeing to take the clone army. So what if they were in a catch-22 “if you take this army, you’re secretly screwed because order 66 and if you don’t you’re screwed because palpatine has engineered the situation such that a refusal somehow means the disbanding of the order/really low public opinion polls”. The choice is still obvious. If your super special Order, which you consider to be a guiding moral light for the galaxy, cannot continue to exist unless it agrees to take possession of an entire slave army, then your order cannot continue to exist.

The Jedi should also have owned up to their role in the creation of the army. “whoops one of our previous council members went rogue and secretly ordered the creation of an illegal entire-ass army of slaves, our bad”. that should have been the biggest fucking scandal of the century, and the Jedi effectively covered it up and swept it under the rug. And then continued the travesty by going “welp the army’s already here might as well use it”. If they truly felt that the clones would have been subjected to significantly more abuse/horror under someone else’s command, they should have taken command and then immediately turned around and gone “hey senate how about some legal rights for these clones and also surprise we’re not letting you use them to fight a war lol”. The Jedi should also have been responsible for paying reparations to the clones and arranging for their citizenship, education, etc.

“oh no but the separatists are attacking how will the republic defend itself”

a) have they tried negotiating? no, they did not

b) buy a shit ton of battle droids, like the separatists (which would make for the most ridiculous fucking war ever, but i digress)

c) conscript your citizens like a normal fucking nation

P.S. remember that this is fiction, and we aren’t required to only like morally pure characters and stuff

the jedi can suck and still be your faves. any individual jedi can be guilty of horrific war crimes (looking at you, obi-wan “false surrender” kenobi) and still be your absolute fave, and that’s ok. i feel like this whole purity culture bullshit, where if you like a character or pairing that’s “problematic”, then it somehow reflects on your moral character as a real life person, is fucking bullshit. And it makes people try to bend over backwards to try and prove why their faves are actually morally pure cinnamon roles. because if the jedi are guilty of slavery and crimes against humanity, then i an’t like them and i can’t like any individual jedi or think about them as a good person or sympathize with them or write them doing good things. nah fuck that. they’re fictional. you can absolutely be like “yeah in canon the jedi fucking sucked and this jedi did nothing to absolve that, but i’ma just pretend that he had had good intentions and did a significant amount of good for the clones under his command because i want this jedi to be indisputably good in my fic” that is ABSOLUTELY OK AND VALID because the characters are FICTIONAL and tweaking canon or asserting that “no, THIS one is a good one” hurts zero real people. If you were trying to assert that, say, a random white supremacist was actually a really nice guy who felt bad for POC and had no choice or something? yeah i’d call bullshit because, when weighing the extremely slight chance that that’s actually true vs. the harm caused by doing anything other than shutting white supremacists the fuck down, it’s obvious that people like that don’t get the benefit of the doubt. white supremacy is harmful, dangerous, and horrific to a degree that there is absolutely no room for sympathy or benefit-of-doubting its perpetrators. But in a fictional environment, where not only the characters are fictional, but the society itself is also fictional, there’s a bit more wiggle room. Yes, i realize this segways directly into potentially perpetuating the White Savior and other racist tropes, but that opens up a whole nother can of worms about whether or not fic is required to be moral and if so to what degree.

so anyway that’s my unpopular opinion of the day, if you @ me on anon i will be very put out

#unpopular opinion #the jedi are guilty #my stuff

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tcswritings · 6 years ago

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At first sight.

Have some Charlie and James. Have some twins. Have some Charlie and James again. Have some Orla. Have some more Charlie and James. In short: Have the not so exciting conversations and events that lead up to that first kiss between Orla and James

I had an Anon asking about my peeps’ first kisses a while ago already and I just happened to find this Orla/James draft I started a while ago and decided to get back to it again. I love me some James and Orla even though they’re highly dysfunctional at this point. Or, maybe, just because of that ‘cause ‘not really functioning’ doesn’t keep them from having the feels for each other.

Orla and James met in rather, well, tense times, in March 2017. They were both dealing with some things in their lives that put a damper on both of their moods. So, it’s safe to say that neither her or him expected any of the events that were about to happen.

WARNING: The following rather messy/sketchy/incoherent rambling/writing has James and O’Connells in it. Read as: there will be bad language and probably inappropriate stuff and phrasings at times. Whatever you might wanna call it - read at own risk!

About three months prior to meeting his future girlfriend for the first time, James learned that his ex-fling, Sophie, was expecting his child and he didn’t take the news well. It’s not like Sophie put any pressure on him. In fact, letting James off the hook was the first thing she did, knowing that he never wanted anything to do with kids. James still didn’t feel good about the whole matter. He was nervous, he was mopey, he was irritated, he just felt bad all the time.

That’s when Charlie decided to invite James to come along to Ireland with her. She and Kieran had pretty much just started their romance (around Christmas 2016, to be specific) and she was just about to go to Galway for the first time as his girlfriend. So she suggested to James to come along. Charlie knew that Kieran’s younger siblings would be around as well. He had mentioned it a while ago and she was excited to finally meet them.

“I don’t wanna go to Ireland.” James moaned. “Why would I want to go to a place that has even more freaks like your-”

“Shuuush.” Charlie cut him off. “I mean, you don’t have to go? I’m not forcing you but just think about it for a sec, will ya?”

“I don’t know, Chuck. Maybe. Ireland is boring, though, I’ve been there.”

“It’s not boring just ‘cause you didn’t like it, dunno, 20 years ago?”

James just went on without picking up on Charlie’s remark. “Besides, you guys are gonna be busy fuckin’ your brains out anyway. Don’t need me for that.” James made a face and looked at his friend. “I hope?”

Charlie closed her eyes. “I’m just going to ignore that.” she murmured, and a few moments later she went on. “Look, you can stay here and mope and be a pain to anyone around you. If that’s what you want, fine. Do it. If I have to answer just one of your whiny calls while I’m busy doing what you just said, though, I’m going to be seriously mad.”

“Oh, here’s a pro tip. Turn the phone off.”

“James!”

“What? It always worked for me?”

“You know what I mean!” Charlie pleaded. “Just think about it! You need a change, you need to get your mind off that thing every once in a while. Going things over and over in your head won’t get you anywhere! I know what I’m talkin’ about, I’m the queen of overthinking!”

“What do you mean by ‘whiny calls’ anyway?”

“Three days ago you called and whined to me ‘cause you didn’t get any fries with your burger. I can only imagine what happens when you get whiny about your situation again and I’m not around.”

“Fair enough.” James took a breath. “Okay, I’ll think about it!” he relented eventually and slumped back in his chair.

“Promise?”

“YES, for fuck’s sake.”

Charlie looked at James for a little while, amused and smiling.

James noticed and he groaned. “What now?!”

“Yoooou… just pretend to think about it, ‘cause we both already know you’re going, right?”

“If I say yes, will you shut up and stop staring at me like that?”

“Mhm!” Charlie nodded enthusiastically.

“Great. Yes. Everything you just said. Happy?”

“Attaboy.” Charlie laughed and now rose from her chair and grabbed her coat and handbag. “I’ll send you a screenshot of my ticket later - make sure you’ll get a seat next to mine.”

“I’m bookin’ last minute, Chuck.“ James sighed. “I’ll get what I get.”

“Just buy the airline then, it’s not like you couldn’t?”

“Don’t push it.” James murmured and he reached for his laptop. Crossing his legs and making himself comfortable in his armchair, he waited for the computer to boot.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be at the O’Learys around nine and you better have a ticket then.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, are you bossing your Irishman around like that?”

“Not yet.” Charlie smiled. “You’re more fun to boss around anyway.” She leaned down and kissed the side of James’ head.

He smiled. “Get out.”

Charlie couldn’t help but feel really statisfied with herself while leaving James’ apartment. She was certain that this trip would help him get his mind off everything and maybe even help him figure some things out. It usually worked for her. If not - well, they would still have a great time.

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A few weeks later, the two of them got on a plane from Boston to Dublin, pretty much at the same time the O’Connell twins were on their way to Dublin as well, going by Orla’s old car. They had just gotten back on the road after they had to take a little pit stop in Athlone because Declan kept complaining about a noise he thought the car was making and he refused to drive another mile unless someone took a look at it.

“Relax, Dipso, the guys said everything is fine!”

“But it’s still makin’ that noise!” Declan insisted. “Just get this mess of a car to Mick already! These guys probably didn’t even really look at it.”

“Oh come on, how can you even pretend to hear a noise with that shit comin’ out of the radio anyway?”

“Shit?!” Declan exclaimed, outraged. “That’s not shit?! It’s some o’ the finest thrash from Germany, mind you.”

“Yeah. Trash really puts it really well.” Orla murmured and now bent down to her bag on the floor, frantically looking for a snack.

Declan, not really keen on explaining the difference between ‘trash’ and ‘thrash’ to his sister again, especially not in a moment she obviously didn’t care about getting a lesson in Heavy Metal History, rolled his eyes and sighed, as he turned the volume down. “Oh hell, you’re in a mood?!”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Orla now moaned, although she sounded apologetic. She got back up and opened a bag of chips. “I just-” she paused and sighed, “I still don’t know what to do about Rick.”

“You promised you would try and not overthink it.” Declan groaned. “That’s why we’re sittin’ in this car, right?”

“I know, it’s just so hard to not think about it. Why can’t this shit be easy just once?”

Declan gave a dry laugh. “You askin’ me that.” he muttered and reached over to grab a handful of chips out of the bag that was sitting in his sister’s lap.

“Oh come on, you don’t have any reason to complain - whoa, careful, I don’t want no crumbs in my car! - you’re totally in the honeymoon phase with Samantha after all.”

“Shtill ain’t easy, though?” Declan spoke with his mouth full. “Shorry ‘bout the crumbsh.” he added.

“Everything’s easy in that phase. Being with Rick was so easy back then. We had the best times, I swear.” Orla recalled and smiled to herself at the thought of it.

“Uh. Can we not talk about your honeymoon phase with Rick, please?”

“Oh man, I wasn’t goin’ to go into detail.”

“Good. Chips.” Declan demanded.

Orla held the bag out to her brother. “It’s just that… I don’t know? I wish fate could give me some sort of a sign, y’know? Just a wee little clue, to point me into the right direction. Oh!” A thought crossed Orla’s mind and her face lightened up a bit. “I could really use that electronic crystal ball now. Remember? The one Ma bought me when I was a kid!”

“Aw yeah, that one had all the answers.” Declan laughed at the memory of the toy and a few of the situations the two of them had with it.

“It knew everything! My entire life depended on it! I made much better life choices when I still had it, believe me. I need it, I’m entirely fuckin’ helpless on my own!”

Still chuckling, Declan’s voice was now a little softer than before. “Just try and relax. ‘kay? You’ll figure it out eventually. Please, promise me that you will at least try to have a good time.”

Orla gave her brother a little smile and nodded.

Declan smiled back at his sister. “If all else fails, we’ll try and find you a new chrystal ball in Dublin.”

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“Sorry you’re stuck with only me again.” James said as he and Charlie walked their way to the pub they were supposed to meet Kieran’s siblings at.

“Ah, it’s fine. Kieran already said a few days ago that he might not make it before ten and I’m glad he at least managed to pick us up from the airport! Besides,” Charlie smiled at her best friend, “I like you. I think we’ve never been on vacation together, it was about time!”

“Yeah, I just kind of hate that I have to share you.” James admitted and he looked around a bit while he was walking, hands in his pockets. Ever since he got out of the plane, he felt a little uncomfortable. He was used to large cityscapes and the streets of Dublin appeared comparably small to him. “Holy shit, everything’s so crammed. No wonder the people here look pissed as hell.”

“No, they look pissed ‘cause you got your ‘I’m better than you!’ face on.” Charlie sighed.

“Nah, that’s my ‘What the fuck was I thinking to come here?’ face.” he corrected her. “Saving the other one for later.”

“Okay, right, that’s it. Go home, I just got sick of you.”

“You keep sayin’ that, Chuck, and it never turns out to be true.”

“Don’t push your luck, one day it might?” Charlie smiled at him.

“Yeah, sure.” James smiled back. “Alright, what’s that little shithole we’re heading at called anyway?”

“The Beehive.”

“What the fuck, man!” James cackled. “Who on earth calls their bar ‘The Beehive’? Come on. They’re asking to be made fun of!”

“Yeah, you can tell that to the owner in a second!” Charlie pointed to a little blue bar at the corner. “There it is.”

James looked into the direction his friend was pointing at. When his eyes found found the pub, he grimaced. “It’s not even black and yellow!” he called out in mock bewilderment, gesturing at the building.

“That’s probably because beehives aren’t black and yellow?”

“Really? As far as I know you don’t get hammered in beehives either and yet here we are, standing in front of a fuckin’ pub called “The Beehive”.”

Charlie looked up at James and blinked. “Why are you like this?”

“Sorry, it’s the walls. They’re closing in.”

“Oh my god. One more word and you wait outside!”

“Come on, I ain’t no fuckin’ dog?” Seeing his friend’s expression and remembering her words a little earlier, ‘Don’t push your luck!’, James decided to behave, though. “Okay, sorry. Let’s get inside. I’ll be nice, I promise.”

“As if. Just promise you’ll try and not piss the two off within the first five minutes, okay?”

“I promise.” James bit his lip. “Sorry for bein’ a cunt.” he added.

Charlie knew James was being genuine now so she decided to let it go. She wasn’t mad at him anyway, just a little irritated. Meeting family members of boyfriends always made her nervous, and this time was no exception. “It’s fine. Just go.”

The two went inside and made their way through the pub, which was much bigger than it looked from the outside. ‘This place is truly crammed’, Charlie thought to herself. People were chatting, glasses were clinking as they were passing table after table and at some point, Charlie could hear a woman’s hoarse cackling and something inside her told her they were heading into the right direction. She peeked around the next corner and spotted two people with very familiar looking raven hair sitting at one of the tables.

Charlie was still trying to think of what she would say when the young man at the table looked up from the little house of cards in front of him. Apparently he had just figured out who she was ‘cause he smiled widely now and Charlie felt her stomach flutter a bit. ‘So the killer smile runs in the family.’ she thought to herself.

“You made it!” Declan exclaimed cheerfully and now the young woman, Orla, turned around on her seat as well and looked just as happy as her brother and Charlie couldn’t help but grin back and then the two launched themselves at her, greeting her like they had known her for years already.

In a way, that was true after all.

“Of course we made it! Wouldn’t have missed this for the world!” Charlie laughed.

“We? Who’s ‘we’?” Orla asked, looking confused.

“Well-” Charlie frowned and looked behind her and when she saw the vacant space that she assumed James to be standing in, she let out an exasperated sigh and let her shoulders drop. “Gimme a second, you two, okay?”

It turned out that looking for James wasn’t necessary, though, Charlie could hear the familiar deep voice the moment she was about to head back to the front part of the pub.

“Why thanks, mate, I’ll sure think of it next time!” James called over his shoulder, and the people he was shouting at roared with laughter. “Yeeaaaah, fuck you, too.” he mumbled, never losing his grin, before he turned around and looked at his friend again. “Sorry Chuck, apparently I got ‘stranger’ plastered upon my forehead, these bozos held me-”

Startled at the sight of the two tall strangers next to Charlie, James needed a second to recollect himself.

“-held me back. For a second.” he finished, his eyes now entirely caught by the young woman with the long dark mane who was looking right back at him, her smiling blue eyes wide and curious, and her red-tinted lips slightly parted in what seemed to be pleasant surprise.

“They-”

It didn’t happen often but right at this moment, James was lost for words. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“-they, uhm. I don’t even know what- what they wanted.” He blinked and suddenly realised that he was apparently blatantly staring at the her. ‘Oh shit.’ “Sorry. Hi! I’m- I’m James.” he eventually introduced himself.

“Hi!” the woman now let out a hearty laugh. “I’m Orla.”

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Life sure is funny at times, Orla thought to herself.

When she had asked for a wee little clue earlier, to point her into the right direction regarding her decision whether to keep up her relationship with Rick or not, she had thought of a catchy newspaper headline, “ECONOMIC RECOVERY!”, or maybe even a manic street preacher, shouting out some ominous prophecies such as “The end is near!” but what she certainly didn’t have in mind was a six-foot-five, bespectacled Australian who had the most adorable laugh and probably the bluest eyes she had ever seen on a guy.

Kieran had mentioned James a few times before, dubbing him ‘the insufferably arrogant fucker with the funny accent’, and he had also mentioned that he would come along with Charlie this time. Judging by her brother’s descriptions and comments alone, though, Orla had already mentally prepared for dealing with a somewhat geeky little know-it-all. She certainly did not expect the handsome guy who was now sitting across her, smiling at her every so often and holding her gaze for a little while each time their eyes met, before turning to Charlie and Declan again who seemed to get along just fine on their own so they probably didn’t notice what was going on in her mind right now.

It was not like Orla hadn’t found other guys attractive before, even when her relationship was still all new and exciting. Orla had always loved the sight of a good-looking fella but that was already it, any time it happened. She would move on once she and the other guy went past each other but this time was entirely different. The thought of her and James sneaking out through the back door was awfully tempting and she couldn’t help but think about how it would feel like if she just pinned him to the next wall and had her way with him. It made her stomach flutter like she hadn’t felt it in a few years. She couldn’t do it just like that but she desperately wanted to and everything kept falling into place this evening and she could see things so clear right now that it made her wonder how she hadn’t realised it any sooner than now.

The thought of ending something just because it was no longer “new” and “exciting” had always put her off so far and Orla could never understand people who were willing to give up something safe and sound, just like that, just to relive the kick of being freshly in love while being perfectly aware that this particular feeling would fade again sooner or later. She had once made the mistake of ending a still young relationship that could’ve had potential if they had just tried and talked things through every once in a while, and it shattered her heart into a million pieces and she had sworn to herself to never let someone she loves go that easily again.

Spending time with James, Charlie and her brother like that however made her realise that the relationship with Rick hasn’t only cooled off - it had been heading nowhere for a long while now. She realised that they wanted different things and that they were at different points in their lives. They had the age gap that was sexy and exciting when it started and Rick made her feel secure and she would never not be happy about the great times they had. She realised that she was no longer willing to give up being twenty-four, though, while Rick had long settled into his comfortable thirty-nine year old life and she couldn’t even argue. She couldn’t argue when he rather wanted to stay home after a long day of work and she often found herself staying home with him because if that was the way they could spend their limited time together, it would be the way.

Orla missed being young and silly though. She missed getting tipsy with her friends. She missed the nights in the club, she missed the dancefloors and she missed the guys looking at her like James looked at her now. And it might have been just that, sure, but there was something else about him that completely drew her in. He seemed fun and easy to be with (A/N: Lol.) and Orla realised that she was dying to go on another adventure, albeit with someone else. If James would be the one she didn’t know yet but she sure wouldn’t mind giving it a try.

She had made her decision. She would spend the time in Dublin trying her best to keep things friendly and platonic for now and she would go home after the next week and break things off because it was the only fair thing to do. And then she would see what comes next.

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When Declan and Orla had left to get back to their hostel, James and Charlie remained sitting at their table; they had about an hour before Kieran would come and pick Charlie up and James would head back to his hotel. The twins had insisted on taking James around the town over the next few days and he had agreed although he didn’t quite know what he was getting himself into at this point. He could barely take his eyes off Orla this evening and it didn’t feel anything like he usually felt around any lady he found attractive. She had made him nervous. She had made him think of what to say and he didn’t want to leave an all too bad impression and he wasn’t used to feeling that way about someone.

“I’ll have another apple juice, please!” Charlie told the waiter and then she turned back to her friend. “So.”

“So.”

“What the heck was that about?” Charlie asked, still astounded by what she had seen happening all evening long, right at this table.

“Was… what about?” James replied, trying to look as confused as possible but of course Charlie would pick up on the circumstance of him barely saying any of the things he usually said in these situations.

“James. Please.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” he tried again, feeling pretty ridicoulous for even making the attempt but he didn’t feel like having that kind of talk now.

“No? Not at all? Alright then, I’ll let go of it.”

“Thank you.”

“Man. I could’ve sworn…”

“Huh?”

“Nah, nevermind.”

James rolled his eyes. “You could’ve sworn what?”

“Oh nothing!” Charlie held up both her hands, as to play down the issue, but James knew it was a trick. She had never been good at this kind of stuff.

He smiled to himself. Just in a few moments from now, Charlie would make another incredibly subtle (read as: clumsy) attempt to bring the subject back up and he started counting backwards in his mind.

Ten, nine, eight…

“What a great evening, wow!”

Seven, six…

“These two are so funny, don’t you think?”

Five, four, three…

“I mean, I expected it somehow but it’s really cool now that it turned out to be true!”

Two, one…

“And, oh man, Orla’s gorgeous, right?!”

There we go.

“Oh, really now, Chuck? That’s all? Be a little creative at least.” James scoffed.

“Oh come on, just get it over with and say it. I know you better than anyone. You’ve been staring at her the whole evening and she was staring right back at you. And it wasn’t your usual hook-up-kinda-stare ‘cause I sure do know that one-”

“My what?!” James interrupted, raising an eyebrow, but Charlie ignored him.

“What was going on there?!” she now demanded to know.

“There was nothing going on!”

“James!”

“Oh well, what do you want me to say then?” James now called and people already turned around on their seats, looking at the two of them and James would’ve loved to just call out a heartfelt ‘What are you lookin’ at?!’ right back at them but he decided against it.

He took a deep breath instead. “Chuck? What am I supposed to say? Huh?”

“That you fell for her right on the spot! You know what? You don’t even have to say it. It was plain obvious.”

“So?”

“‘So?’ ?? Kieran said she has a boyfriend.”

“Then why the fuck are we even having this conversation?”

“Kieran also said that things aren’t looking that well and she came here to think everything through.” Charlie shrugged. “And from what I’ve seen this evening, that relationship might no longer be a problem.”

James just let out a dry laugh this time.

“I’m serious!” Charlie tried again. “Look, I get it, okay? Relationships are not your thing. I know. You told me a million times and I know you got so used to your Poor Troubled Boy persona at this point-”

“What was that?” It was almost a whisper; James stared at Charlie in disbelief, not quite knowing whether he should just get up and leave or brush that remark off with a laugh.

Charlie knew she had just gone too far. “Oh crap, I’m sorry, I-”

“No, it’s fine! Not like I don’t get you?”

“James, I’m sorry-”

“You’re happy, so everyone else has got to be happy as well? No matter what? Is that what you want? Maybe I should just, I dunno, how do you happy people call it, jump into it? Forget about everything that’s going on? About why I fuckin’ came here in first place, the thing I’m desperately trying to get my mind off? I got news for you, Chuck, I didn’t get my mind off it and I got an entirely new thing on my mind instead now which is just great because you and I both know how good I am at dealing with shit!”

“Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that comin’ out like it did.”

James let out a sigh. He knew Charlie didn’t mean any harm and he usually liked her occasional moments of sass but it was the wrong thing to say in the wrong moment. Still, he could tell she was feeling bad about it and he wasn’t mad at her. He was actually happy for her because she never had to look at these things from his perspective.

“I know you didn’t.”

“You can’t blame me for wanting to see you happy, though?”

“I was!” James insisted. “I mean, I was on a good way, until that thing happened.”

Charlie now rolled her eyes. “Oh god, I know I’m not really in the position to be cranky with you right now but could you please stop calling it ‘the thing’? You’re going to be a father, just say it.”

“No?” James retorted, feeling a small wave of panic come up again.

“Calling it ‘the thing’ is not going to stop it from happening, James.”

“You don’t know that?”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the tone James’ voice had taken now. She knew it wasn’t funny and seeing him struggle made her feel bad for him but sometimes he was nothing short of adorable. “I always loved how you can switch from ‘almost reasonable adult’ to ‘toddler’ within a second.”

She now reached for his hand over the table.

“It’s a gift from the gods.”

For a few moments, the two merely looked at each other.

“Are we good?” Charlie now asked.

“We’re always good.” James said, squeezing Charlie’s hand a little before letting it go again. “And you’re right. She’s awesome, she’s fun, she’s fuckin’ gorgeous. And she’s everything I could ever dream of if I wasn’t, y’know, me.”

“You have such a noble mind, Hoffman.” Charlie mocked. “So it won’t trouble you at all, spending time with her the next week, just like that?”

“Not at all.”

“Good to know.”

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It was the best and the worst week that each James and Orla ever had to spend. There was hoping on both sides that it was just a little instant crush happening that last night, caused by the sheer surprise of the moment but it turned out that they still felt drawn to each other the next day and that the feeling grew stronger with every other day passing.

It was somehow a good thing that Declan happened to be around as well. James found the guy really entertaining and he was a fun distraction, for sure. He wondered whether he knew about his inofficial role as a chaperon and if he had maybe even willingly taken it or if he just somehow went along with the situation. He was sure good at keeping Orla and him from getting too close, though. He kept interrupting in the right moments and ruining the mood by saying these entirely weird things sometimes.

It was for the better and that way the week ended up being a very fun week at least. The three occasionally met up with Charlie and Kieran in the pub for an hour or two and James couldn’t help but feel entirely comfortable around the O’Connell siblings and it was something he felt about Orla from the first moment on. She was someone to come home to. She was like a fire and not the scorching and destructive kind of fire but the really warm and alluring kind. On top of that, she was outspoken, smart and fun, and he liked that she wasn’t afraid of making a fool out of herself which made her just as entertaining as her twin brother and so it happened that James fell in love just like that, like he had never expected he would and it felt amazing and terrible at the same time and on their last evening together, when Declan had just left, the two of them sat alone in the pub, only having eyes for each other but still somehow maintaining an appropriate distance.

“How come you don’t go by any nickname anyway?” Orla inquired, pulling another cigarette out of the package.

James watched her closely and while he didn’t care for smoking at all, Orla had some class, for sure. She probably wasn’t even aware of it herself but there was something so elegant about her that James couldn’t help but admire.

“’Cause all the nicknames for ‘James’ are bullshit.” he eventually said.

“Aw, don’t say that? I know a Jim and he ain’t too bad?” Orla took a drag, then grimaced. “Granted, I wouldn’t wanna sleep with him but I guess he’s nice enough?”

“My point exactly! The Jims in this world never get laid. Anyone think of a Jim and they automatically have that suburb dad type in mind. No one ever looks at a Jim, let alone a Jimbo, and be like ‘Sure, I’d blow him.’”

“You… put a lot of thought into that, didn’t you?” Orla raised an eyebrow.

‘Great. Keep talking like that. She’ll think of you as the worst creep ever.’ James thought to himself. ‘On the other hand - that would kinda solve the problem here.’

“Nah, I’m just talkin’ shit to somebody I shouldn’t be talkin’ shit to.” James now smiled.

“I just based the likability of a person on whether I would sleep with them or not. Guess that’s just as shitty. I’m- I’m actually really not like that, believe me.” Orla laughed and she suddenly seemed a little nervous.

“We should probably drop the subject, anyway. Might give me ideas.”

Orla let out another nervous chuckle. “Oh. Really.”

‘Oh my god. I am officially the worst.’ “No! I mean. Yes? No, I mean. Fuck. It’s not just that. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna come off creepy.”

“You didn’t!” Orla replied quickly. “I was… I dunno, I was already wondering whether I was just seeing things the entire last week or-”

“No. No, you weren’t.” James took a ragged breath now. He could feel his heart beating really fast. “Thing is, if it wasn’t for the entire situation, I’d ask you out in a heartbeat.”

“Really?” Orla now smiled. It was one of her warm smiles James liked so much. Almost a bit shy, which made it even more adorable.

“Of course. Seriously, what’s not to love?”

“Well, I think I do have to take care of something first, once I’m back home…?” Biting her lip, Orla looked down at her glass, then back up at James. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not just that, actually. Honestly, I wouldn’t even think twice if it was just that.”

“Oh wow, you seemed like a decent fella until now? Orla now joked.

“Trust me. I’m not.” James smiled right back at her.

“Ah, cue the ‘I’m not good enough for you!’ speech. Bring it on, I’m dying to hear it. Don’t make it too sappy, though. Keep it authentic, then I’ll enjoy.”

She had just done it again - James couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh. “I’m definitely not good enough but no. No speech. It’s just that I got shit on my mind as well. It’s some really weird shit and I just- I dunno, I just can’t. Not yet, not right now, maybe not ever.”

“Okay? But… if it wasn’t for that weird shit… you would…”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I’d definitely want to.”

“Well then. Maybe we should loosen you up a little the next time we meet.” Orla teased. “You might want to swap that Soda for a beer or two.”

“Ah. Guess not.”

“You don’t drink? Like, never?”

“Used to. Never liked the aftertaste.”

“Oh well, whatever strikes your fancy, eh?” Orla smiled and James was relieved that she apparently didn’t get the true meaning of the statement.

Orla now looked up to the clock over the bar. “Okay, so it’s almost eleven… I think they’re about to close and I should probably get some sleep anyway. I’ll be the one driving home, so…”

James merely nodded and called the waiter to their table. He paid the bill for the two of them and they got up and left the bar. It was pretty cold outside and Orla buttoned up her coat.

“So, this is a temporary goodbye then?” she smiled up at James.

“Come on. Like you’re gonna walk the way back to the hostel alone. I don’t think so?”

“Declan did?”

“Declan is tall and scary.”

“I’ll tell him you said that.” Orla sounded amused.

“Look, I’d really feel better if you didn’t walk that way back all by yourself.”

“Oh, no no no, don’t think I don’t dig your little moment of chivalry? Gives me some more time with you after all!”

“That’s the spirit.”

The two walked the way back together and it wasn’t a long way but, as Orla had said, it gave them a bit more time. Only a bit but it was better than nothing at all.

“Here we are.” Orla now shrugged. “I guess I could’ve walked this way all by myself. No scary guys in bushes, waiting to launch themselves at me.”

“The creeps are still there, they just got better at hiding.” James replied, taking his hands out of his pockets.

“You’re adorable. Thinking the world is out to get you and all.”

“I hate to burst your bubble but the world is out to get you. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I’ve seen.”

“You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I have seen and heard either. It’s not like I don’t know what Kieran does for a living?” Orla replied. “I just don’t wanna live like that, y’know. Thinking about what could happen all the time. I could never leave my apartment again, let alone find some joy in life.”

“Alright, I know. I wasn’t tryin’ to be a smartass or somethin’.” James laughed. “I’m glad you left your apartment.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“My offer still holds, y’know. Come back soon, loosen up and give me a call.”

Half serious, half joking, Orla looked up at James and took a step forward. They were pretty close now, facing each other.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“So it’s really goodbye for now.” Orla bit her lip again.

“Guess it is. Just for the record and in case I haven’t told you yet… I had a great time.” James now smiled really sweetly at her and Orla’s heart skipped a beat.

“So did I.” she said softly.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

For being you. For letting me be me. “Just… thank you. Okay? We’re having a moment here, don’t ruin it.”

“You’re talkin’ about having a moment and I’m not even getting a hug now?”

“Yeah, well… I might not just.. hug you.”

“Oh, I see.” Pressing her lips into a thin line, Orla nodded, apparently understanding the issue but in the next moment, she was lightly tugging at the hem of his shirt. “You know what? I think I can take that risk.”

“Oh thank god.” James smiled again and now leaned in for that kiss he couldn’t have put off for very much longer at this point anyway and Orla returned it and for a minute or maybe five, there were no things on their minds but the thing that was just happening right here between them and when they eventually parted, Orla gave James another smile before she turned around and walked inside and he remained standing there, making sure she would get inside safely, looking up at the few windows that were still lit, secretly hoping she would give him a last look and feeling silly for the thought alone but he didn’t quite care.

He knew he would go back to being his good old self in a bit and pick up his somewhat messed-up-again life very soon but for a moment, for a really short little moment, his world had shined in the brightest colours and he would take the moment with him because man, did it feel great.

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#orla x james #orla #james #charlie

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spring-emerald · 7 years ago

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Alright, since they’re all for KuroDai i just decided to put them altogether, so I hope you all don’t mind. Thank you @vikingpoteto, @ketekyo and anon! Hope you’ll like this! :)

i’d still say yes

AO3

“Sawamura?”

Daichi stiffens at the familiar voice and he almost drops his drink. He thought he had made himself conspicuous enough by not mingling with the rest of the people, opting to stay at the bar instead. It’s not that he doesn’t know anyone, but rather, he knows a lot of them and he wasn’t in the mood to greet them just yet.

Not when they’re surrounding the person Daichi is aching to see but isn’t mentally and emotionally ready to meet once again.

When he arrived a while ago, the party’s already at full swing, the mix of music and conversation thrumming around the room. He’s part expectant and part wary, trying to locate familiar faces he can approach. The first person his gaze lands on, however, is someone he wasn’t expecting. He’s someone familiar alright but it’s also the face of someone he hasn’t seen for three years.

What is it with Kuroo Tetsurou that even after years of not seeing him, he could still make Daichi’s breathing pause and make his heartbeat stutter, even at just the sight of him? Why is it, that even after three years of separation, Daichi still yearns for him? So, as cowardly as it is, he makes a detour to the bar, convincing himself that he just needs a few round of liquid courage before he can face his friends and his ex.

Collecting himself, he slowly turns his head and looks directly at Kuroo for the first time in three years.

“Sawamura! It is you!” Kuroo exclaims, grin stretched wide on his face, a warm look in his eyes.

“Kuroo,” Daichi says, feigning surprise in his tone and expression. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“I could say the same to you.” Kuroo claps a hand on his back, puts his drink down on the counter and sits on the vacant chair beside Daichi. “I mean, parties aren’t your thing, right? And Suga usually has to blackmail you to go to one. Unless of course you’re here because that’s the case.” The smirk that Daichi didn’t know he missed until he sees it again graced Kuroo’s face.

Daichi willfully ignores the rush of warmth on his chest upon learning that Kuroo remembered that detail about him, and replies to his assumption instead. “Nah, he ran out of blackmail material eventually. I’m here out of my own volition.” And masochistic tendency, apparently, he mentally adds.

Kuroo’s smirk turns into a small, gentle smile. “That’s good,” he says softly.

Daichi’s not sure if Kuroo is aware that he’s looking at him tenderly, but it makes him conscious. “H-how have you been? When did you get back?” Daichi slightly flinched at the way he stuttered the question out. Thankfully, Kuroo hadn’t noticed. Or if he did, he was kind enough not to mention it.

“I’m fine. Just last weekend, actually. Been so busy with moving back to my old apartment. So it’s been quite a hectic week for me.”

Daichi nods at the explanation, swallowing down the disappointment that welled up at the thought that Kuroo hadn’t bothered to contact him. But then again, why would he? It’s not like they’re together or anything like that. Kuroo’s under no obligation to inform him. Not anymore.

“I can imagine,” is all Daichi could say.

“What about you? How have you been?” Kuroo asks after a few beats of silence.

Daichi tells him that he’s been good and mentions that he’s actually taking teaching units and is working part time as a coach in an elementary school. “But I mean, it’s nothing exciting. Besides, enough about me. How was your internship?”

The Internship. Kuroo’s greatest opportunity back then, and the reason for their break-up. They didn’t end in bad terms, it wasn’t dramatic like that. It’s just that they mutually agreed that they rather end in good terms, than let their relationship deteriorate because of the kind of long distance. They promised to remain friends and left it at that.

Shaking his head, Daichi listens as Kuroo regales him with the story about how he got lost upon arriving, unable to converse well with the local people. Daichi drinks the sight of Kuroo talking animatedly as he tells Daichi about his fellow interns and work load and the load of things he learned. Daichi’s breath catches at the way Kuroo’s eyes got a bit teary as he tells how challenging it has been and how he found himself homesick that he burns his eyebrows studying, soaking up what he could learn just to quell the loneliness.

“It’s the most I can do. If I lingered on the sadness, I wouldn’t be able to do anything. It’s what kept me going.”

“I’m happy everything worked out for you,” Daichi says sincerely. And he means it completely. There had been nights when he wondered if they made the right decision, of breaking up. But seeing Kuroo now and how far he’s gotten and how much he has achieved, he’s nothing short of proud, and he’s not as regretful of the last three years, as he had been before.

“Anyway, I should probably go and greet our friends,” he says, making a move to stand.

Kuroo quickly puts a hand on his arm. “Wait. I… tell me more about the kids the coach. Please?” Daichi blinks at the sudden request, but indulges Kuroo and sits back down on the chair again. Then he proceeds to share how he managed to get the job, and how he finally has an understanding of what Coach Ukai must have felt like, back then.

He keeps his stories short and straight to the point, but every time he thinks he’s answered enough, Kuroo’s ready with a follow up question, that Daichi is unable to excuse himself. He doesn’t want to think much of it, doesn’t want to entertain hopeful thoughts.

But of course, Kuroo always seem to know how to turn his world upside down.

“Sawamura, please…” Kuroo says with a hint of desperation when Daichi stands again and excuses himself.

“Kuroo, I’ll just go to the washroom.”

“I just… I…”

“I’ll be back. Promise,” Daichi assures him. When he returns from his short trip, there’s an awkward silence that loomed over them.

“So, where were we?” Daichi breaks the ice first. Kuroo only chuckles accompanied with a slow shaking of his head. “I really don’t know, I just… I’m just trying to find reasons to keep us talking, honestly.”

Kuroo covers Daichi’s hand with his and it is as warm as Daichi remembers. “I missed you, Sawamura,” he admits, eyes trained on Daichi seriously. Daichi is lost in Kuroo’s eyes that he couldn’t even control himself when he replies with a soft “I missed you too.”

Then continues “I was lying… I knew you’d be at this party, that’s why I came.” He hangs his head low and feels the large hands on top of his squeeze his own. He’s as vulnerable as he could get, so he might as well be truthful about it all. “I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you,” he whispers, finally meeting Kuroo’s eyes as tears fall over his cheeks.

Kuroo brings up his other hand and brushes the tears away from Daichi’s face. “I’m back, Sawamura. For good. I still feel the same way about you so if…” he pauses, wetting his dry lips. “If you’ll still have me, maybe we can… continue, where we left off?” He finishes, unsurely.

Daichi smiles and turns his hands over under Kuroo’s, so he can properly lock their fingers together.

“Yes.”

#haikyuu!!#kurodai #hq fanfic #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi

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skeletonwoman · 8 years ago

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Bond-age (Theo)

no whips WASSUP GUYS I’VE GOT ANOTHER PART THANKS TO THE LIL ANON WHO ASKED AND BECAUSE NEW THEO IS A DELIGHT. ofc this is a second installment so it’s not as good as the first, but what do you expect?

“Is that a nightlight?” Theo stares and you freeze, pausing in sifting through your clean clothes pile. Rolling your shoulders, you continue searching, though you’re more focused on him across the room than the clothes in your hands now.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.”

“And you sleep with it on, every night?” He asks, still eyeing it and you groan a long sound.

“Yes, I hate the dark, jeez.” You snap, finally locating his shirt and pulling it from the pile. “Here’s your shirt.”

“Cool.” He smiles, taking the soft grey cloth from your fingers without looking at it. “I- Yeah, okay, thanks.”

“All good.” You nod, leaning back on your heels and glancing around. “So when are you-”

“I should go- Oh were you-?”

“Nah, nothing, okay. See ya.” You smile, waving him to the door and he nods, seemingly to himself, before exiting.

A soft tap hits your window and you jerk awake, the deep blue patterns of your nightlight decorating the walls. Carefully, you pad across the room, claws coming unsheathed on one hand.

“Whose there?” You hiss, stretching and curling your clawed hand. You’d never technically had to use them before. Your mom made sure the both of you were safe from fights and you’d missed out on most of the fights the pack were a part of. Scott tended to keep you hidden, more of a symbolic werewolf than a real one.

“It’s me, open up.” Theo demands and you can’t help snorting. That’s a joke. Last you remember he was chained up every night. So no. You’re not opening up to some shapeshifter freak.

Ha. Shapeshifter freak. Works both ways, even if it is really Theo and not some monster wearing his skin.

“Please leave so I don’t have to cut your skin off, Skin Stealer.” You hiss, twitching the curtains a little to see Theos face peering through your window. Hell, he’s so cute. You’ve got to resist. To save yours and Melissas lives.

“Seriously, Y/N? It’s me.” He snaps and you drop the curtain, crossing back to your bed and eyeing the fish patterns on your roof.

“Whale, whale, whale.” You whisper, snickering softly and curling up under your blanket. If you ignore the skin stealer, maybe it’ll go away and not murder you.

“Y/N!” It calls through the window and you squeak softly, despite yourself. Curling tighter, you duck under the blankets and breath loudly. Maybe it’ll drown out the sounds of whatevers out there.

A thud sounds and you hear the back door open, your body unclenching. Scotts home. Maybe he even killed the thing at your window. Wouldn’t that be nice. Your door snicks open softly and you peek out of the covers, expecting Scott to be glancing in on you with an affectionate goodnight.

Theo face monster.

Your lips part to scream and it leaps across the room, landing on you, it’s palm covering your mouth as the weight of it takes your breath away.

“Be quiet, it’s me.” Theo whispers, his lips brushing your ear and you inhale a panicked breath, only to relax and nearly melt into a puddle. No one smells quite as good as real Theo. His eyes meet yours for a long moment before he removes his hand, setting it on the bed beside your head.

“Sorry.” You whisper and he smiles, glancing toward your wall, only for his gaze to travel over your walls and roof.

“It’s so cool.” He marvels, gaping at the giant whale above your bed. You can’t help yourself from watching his expression avidly, the utter delight almost an aphrodisiac. His gaze returns to you and you force a bright smile and nod happily.

“Really cool. And sorry again that I didn’t let you in. I thought someone had stolen your skin.” You mumble and he laughs quietly, sliding off you and stretching across your blankets.

“I like this bed.” He observes, rising to his side and you nod, silently. How else can you respond? Theo, pretty Theo, is here in your bed. And he’s on his side staring down at you. When moments ago he was on you. And if he just flopped his arm out, it’d be across your waist. Then it’d be one of those moments, the really cute ones.

“Why’re you here?” You ask suddenly, the thought like ice water over your too hot body.

“To see your nightlight.” He shrugs, laying back with his head on your pillow, hair brushing yours. “I wanted to see it at night.”

“Didn’t think to just ask for a snap, say?” You hum and he chuckles softly, sliding his arm under your neck and pulling you close till your head rests on his shoulder.

“But then I couldn’t do this and feel fantastic that I’ve got an adorable girl all over me.” He teases, still watching the still patterns above and you chuckle. Idiot.

“Scott will get angry.”

“Let’s see him do it, I like your company enough to risk it.” He counters, turning and pressing his forehead to yours for a moment. Your breath rattles out softly as he pulls away and you shift, curling into his side tighter and letting your eyes fall closed.

“Don’t wake me when you leave.” You warn softly and he smirks audibly, kicking his shoes off and pushing himself under the blankets.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Scott snaps and you jerk awake, your palm resting on Theos chest as your eyes slowly focus on Scott in the doorway.

“What?” You croak blearily, rubbing your eyes with the hand that isn’t holding Theo down and blinking at the boy in the doorway.

“Theo. What is he doing here?” Scott snaps and you glance down at him, the ex-villain looking somehow more sleep rumpled than you. And sure, it’s cute, but it’s not cute too. Like Goldilocks porridge.

“I wanted to-”

“That’s my sister, dude. First you had to try and kill the town and now you’re gonna try and hook up with my sister too? Where does the betrayal end, man?” Scott groans, rubbing his face tiredly and you snicker, letting Theo sit up. Your body wavers a moment before you lean against your bedmate, your eyes falling shut.

“We didn’t hook up, Scotty. He wanted to see my nightlight and sleeping together makes bonds better. I’m ingratiating him.” You blather, waving your hand in circles and yawning widely. “He’s too pretty to date me- this isn’t an argument, and I’m too bad to be tied down.”

Theo laughs softly, the sound a little off, but Scott grins at the two of you.

“Sorry, kid, I forgot.” He laughs, eyeing you both with a keen interest and you wave your hands at him. Once he’s been shooed out, and your door is closed once more, you flop back against the sheets and groan.

“You leaving now or staying?” You ask, yawning again and tugging on the blanket.

“Stay?”

“Cool.” You murmur, pulling him back down beside you and half crawling onto him.

“How the hell did you slip them?” Liam shouts, shoving into your room and you can’t help hissing at him and dragging the blanket over yours and Theos heads.

“If we stay quiet he might leave.” You whisper to Theo, who’s smiling with his eyes closed.

“Maybe.” He agrees, his voice warm, sleepy and affectionate. Shuffling closer, you smile as his arms wrap around you and his face tucks against your neck.

“I can hear you.” Liam snaps from the doorway and you snort, squeaking as Theo nibbles on your neck. “Oh god.”

“I’ll return him once we’re awake.” You call through the blankets, scoffing at the disgusted noise Liam makes. The door shuts hard and you throw the blankets off your head, pulling away from Theo some. “That was a snake move, you- murder puppy!”

He laughs, his grip around your waist pulling you back toward him lightly.

“I won’t do it again,” He promises and you sigh, relaxing into his arms. “Unless you ask me to, of course.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You laugh, snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes, only for your phone to start ringing. “Dammit!”

“Ta-da! The murder puppy, rumpled, but still completely virtuous.” You beam, gesturing grandly to Theo beside you, who watches you with half a smile. Scott sighs, Liam scowling at the pair of you. That is, until he realizes what you’ve said.

“Wait- wait- He’s a virgin?” Liam snorts, staring at Theo with a deviously delighted expression and your eyes narrow. Theo doesn’t react, but you can’t help yourself.

“So am I, something funny about it?” You snap, moving forward half a step, only to pause as Theo gently touches your elbow.

“No but-”

“No buts, asshole. Some people are too busy living their lives to have sex.” You hiss, glaring at him dangerously as you flounce to Scotts side and throw yourself onto the couch beside him.

“You mean, too busy being raised to be evil by a group of nut case doctors?” Liam shoots you a scowl, but rises from the couch and jerks his head to the door for Theo to follow.

“He can stay.” Scott orders, not raising his head from where he’s staring at the carpet and you blink, the other two staring too. “Theo can stay here, for now.”

“Where?” Liam points out helpfully, reminding all of you of the limited space but you’re already beaming at Theo. Theo watches Scott fixedly, expression tight and you watch Liams face darken at the other boys reaction.

“Here.” Scott snaps, raising his head to meet Liams eyes with a quelling look. “He needs somewhere to stay, since he technically died.”

Theo stands stock still, not even moving his gaze between the two of them like you are and you push to your feet.

“Theo.” You call softly, glad when he looks up and crosses to your side. His silence makes you nervous, as if the moment means something to him.

“But-” Liam starts, his voice cut off my Scott.

“I can keep an eye on him. He’s staying.” Scott snaps, his gaze shifting from his beta to the omega at your side. “He’s not going to cause any trouble.”

“No.” Theo promises quietly and you beam at him, then at Scott.

“See?” Scott says to Liam, who watches the two of you with a sick fascination in his eyes. Nodding tightly, Liam pulls the front door open and disappears through it. You grin at the two boys, watching Theo relax some.

“You two are on probation. A wrong move from either and it’s over.” He warns and you gape, looking Theo over before retuning your gaze to Scott.

“But I’m good!” You whine, cringing when Scott laughs.

“Didn’t you just say a few hours ago that you’re “bad”?” He counters and you growl.

“Oh whatever, lets go, murder puppy.” You snap, pushing Theo toward the stairs and he bounds up them without looking back, the tension only leaving his shoulders after he crosses the threshold of your room. “Better?”

“Much.” He sighs, collapsing onto your bed and you nab your laptop from the desk and crawl onto the bed beside him. “Netflix and chill?”

“Downloaded and bonding.” You counter, laughing as he rolls his eyes and groans.

there we goo

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Because I'm a lazy ass and didn't want to transfer stuff in to comments .

Anon: Was DK at NR's art show opening today? --mod-- Not that I saw    

Anon:  I love Daryl but I was never a fan of Norman. Trust me, I've tried. I even tried watching a few of his movies including BS but I'm sorry imo they were crap movies. His only claim to semi-fame is Daryl/TWD & even then a lot of ppl I know don't watch or even recognize his name. His last barely legal gf & now DK are an example of the REAL Norman. He's not what he made himself out to be to his fans. He fooled them that he's an upstanding guy when in reality he's far from it. Don't fall for it!!!  Anon:  Dk and Norman are laughing their asses off behind everyone's backs probably thinking we are all dumb and some of you seriously support this behavior and say it's okay. It's shameful disgusting & embarrassing nothing more  --mod-- I'm not exactly sure why everyone thinks they'd be laughing at the fans. I'm not being a dick just curious   Anon:  There's just no way she was there he was so busy and today he's busy where is she?

  Anon:  I'm really disturbed by the horrible messages on Norman's IG.. people are so messed up! Regardless of what the truth is these messages just make his fans look insane!   

Anon:  Wow, is it the same ten hateful women posting here about liar Norman and evil Diane? Because elsewhere in social media, people, mature people, are saying this is his business and if he's happy, then so are they. How refreshing. Maybe some of you should expand your horizons. --mod-- Mine are super expanded. Apparently we don't go to the same social media because there is nastiness on all of them.   

Anon:  Here we go Diane isn't his friend showing up to support him for his gallery opening tonight since she isn't even there. Probably waiting for him in their hotel room. I'm actually heavily disgusted with the game theyre playing.  

Anon:  Is that Diane at the opening on shadinyc ig story? That's exactly what the blinds said would happen.  --mod-- Nah that's JDM's wife   

Anon:   Well seems like DK isn't at Norman's gallery opening so she definitely isn't in Barcelona to support his work. Plus they wouldn't hide like this if it's only "friends" hanging out. Come on, some still don't want to see that Norman lied cold in you all's faces.. . --mod-- People are allowed to not believe something anon. We all have different thresholds as to what we need to make a decision. For instance a picture taken from a distance isn't enough for me personally. But I respect the fact that it's enough for others and try and not to talk down to them   

Anon:  DK doesn't seem to be at NR's art show opening today. Why do you think that is? --mod-- Maybe she's not there or maybe she wasn't invited.    

Anon:  I have studied those pictures a little closer and noticed something. DK is thin as a stick - her things are practically just bones with muscles and skin on top. The woman climbing on the bike is slim too, but her things seems wider. And then she's even wearing dark jeans that's supposed to make you look thinner. I might be wrong but unless DK gained a couple of pounds over less than a week I don't think that's her

   Anon:  Mod, if they are actually together, do you think we are going to have to see it now? Do we actually have to be forced to look at her attending his art shows and walking red carpets with him? He doesn't do that stuff! I could cry at that thought alone I'm sorry Norman but I can't do that. I didn't sign up as your fan to have to put up with her and her trolling either. Please say it's not true --mod-- If they are then I'd assume we'd maybe see more of them. But I'll make this promise I will keep her to the barest of minimums on the blog. 😉

Anon:  Mod do you think it's possible that they really are only friends? I mean why would he make an official denial like he did only two weeks ago if he was with her? It seems so weird if he did that. It makes him out to look like a complete liar. Also people were saying that he was taking pics with fans while she was there? If that's true, why would he do that with her of all people if she they were more than friends?  --mod-- I think it's totally possible they are still friends. He has friends that he's been out with and have stood back while he took pictures with fans. What strikes me as weird is no one that has said she was there took one picture of her not even a creeper..   

Anon:  I get that people are pissed but the fact is, none of us personally know N or DK. We only see their public personas. We have no idea who they truly are and have no basis on which to judge their relationship. Even if we feel we do, it still wouldn't give us the right to interfere. It's their business and none of ours. And if N is making a "mistake" somehow, it's still his to make. Respect the boundaries between fandom and real life. And if you must leave the fandom, then just leave. . --mod-- Fair point.  

Anon: To people losing their shit - ever considered that N has 'lied' not to be deceitful or because of JJ, but because he KNEW that the batshit elements of his fanbase would react exactly as they have? Maybe he's keeping it quiet purely to protect DK and himself from lunatic fans who think he owes them something.   

Anon: He has left up all supportive comments but deleted others. Even respectful ones just showing disapointment. I think the blind is right he will go public with her. Way to antagonize norman. --mod-- I've actually seen lots of comments that aren't supportive. He did deleted a bunch of the really nasty ones.   

Anon: Mod Norman was out last night I think, was DK with him?? -mod-- Not that I've heard   

Anon:  Dk and Norman both silent on SM since days. You all love to call it coincidence. I hope you all also know deep down it isn't. If they were just friends they wouldn't have to be silent for days. Reminds a lot of Lapland huuh? Let's be honest here, Norman tried to safe his image by putting out a denial so he probably hoped people would stop watching their steps. Too bad it's not working. I so hope paps call them out and the next shitstorm is coming for him. He deserves nothing else if he lies.  --mod--Can you give me a definition of silent on sm because he's little and followed people on ig and twitter

   Anon:  So several people said Norman was there with his girlfriend. We all know he met (secretly) up with ms. attention whore. what do people need more to see he lied big times in ya'lls faces just to make himself look better. I don't get how anyone can support his behavior. He claims to love honesty and hates cheating yet he's apparently the biggest liar. If I was a fan I would be more than disgusted and disappointed and would really think twice if I want to support such shit. Lying is a no go. --mod--People need different things to form an opinion and others just don't care   

Anon:  NR was out at some kind of bar last night, any idea if DK was with him?

--mod-- Haven't heard anything    

Anon:   This is what we get for thinking a guy who had dated a 20 yr old when he was 44 had changed/matured!!! Ha, that's a fucking laugh!!! This guy NEVER had standards, morals & integrity so why'd we expect he'd suddenly posses them??? My mother always told me no matter how hard you try, you can't shine SHIT!!!! Norman will never change & he'll always go after the women who are either too young or total bitches. It's very telling just what kind of person he really is. --mod-- But some of his exs are really awesome women and super nice. Perhaps people are judging to much on his last few relationships . Also who would try and shine shit that's so gross   

Anon:   Funny how Norman is quiet on SM since DK arrived in Barcelona. He didn't post nor like in days. . --mod-- But I think he did  

Anon: I still adore Norman.But he acts blind and stupid right now.Maybe it's a midlife crisis.At this point of drama I wonder if it wouldn't have been the smarter decision to tell the truth right away.There would've been a shitstorm for a few weeks.NOW this hurting and hating goes on for nearly 2 years off and on.Unbearable. Diane?She's a insidious piece of poo.Made multiple attempts to nail Norman down and finally succeeded.I can see a wedding and a baby in the near future.It's that easy.  --mod-- Whys there gotta be a wedding and baby. Both of those are weird   

Anon: I don’t know what to think about Norman anymore.. I’m okay with him being in a relationship with someone and being happy but… with DK… ugh. I wonder if he even knows how she calls the paps… does he even care that she does this? Does he care that she trolls his fans? Does he not realize what type of person she is? And I’ve noticed that when things arise with her, rumors fly or they’re spotted together- he seems to post photos of him with kids, make a wish foundation children, etc around the same time… And his Facebook page did that again tonight… several pics that have already been posted… but were posted again tonight of him with kids and charities… and it turned my stomach because it comes off extremely fake to me now, like he’s trying to get his image to be shown in a better light whenever the DK stuff hits the fan. I always thought of him as a good person but… now I don’t know what to think anymore because I went from thinking he really cares about his fans that are kids(I know he does care) but to somewhat use them to get his reputation to look better at these times… Ugh. :/

Anon: Did anyone thought that the blond girl jumping on NR was Hillary Burton (JDM's wife), she was in Barcelona with them and she does own boots and bag like the ones in the picture, they're not a special edition made for DK (other people can have the same). When I see how many IG accounts are created by so called "fans" to only spread rumours and hate toward NR and DK, I believe this storm won't stop, so I hope you have lots of whiskies and nachos mod. --mod-- That was my first thought. Irish nachos and whiskey all weekend

Anon: Did DK go to Norman's exhibit opening tonight? Is that her in Shadi's video right after he pans from JDM? --mod-- Didn't see her there

Anon: One would think if DK was only a friend for Norman she'd be officially invited to his gallery opening. Apparently she isn't there. Sorry but that makes it all the more obvious they are not just friends .

Anon: Did DK go to Norman's exhibit opening tonight? Is that her in Shadi's video right after he pans from JDM? --mod-- No it's JDM's wife I believe

Anon: Funny how DK isn't at his opening show if she was only in Spain to support him. If they were only friends why isn't she just official attending his opening so they could easily prove they're friends. Her being not there makes everything even more obvious. She's hiding and waiting for him somewhere so they can keep going laughing about us and screwing around further. --mod-- Maybe p, if she was in Spain, they decided is was best she not attended because have you seen the hate. Also why would they be laughing

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