#I'm not better than my mutuals staying up at an ungodly hour

[sarah-kings]

Being a mutual with people for me is to hold back the urge to tell my mutuals to go to sleep when it's the dead of night for them but they're still online.

What are you doing?!

No! Stop reblogging funny things, get some shut eye!

#i wrote this instead of going to sleep #I'm not better than my mutuals staying up at an ungodly hour

[kazutora-lover]

Title: Defeated (Part 1)

boss!Wakasa x secretary!fem!reader || Part 2

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Genre: fluff, angst, 'friends' -» enemies -» lovers (kinda-ish?)

Summary: working in your boss's gym as his secretary, just why did he always have to put up a fight?

Warnings: mentions of food and eating, cursing, Waka is stupid and mean (for now, he has his reasons - please bear with me here) :(

Notes: 1st gen Black Dragons are part of the story hehe and of course, everyone is alive because I'm saying so ~

Word count: 2.2k +

a/n: I didn't even plan for it to have multiple parts but it felt kinda appropriate to stop it here haha, gotta keep y'all on your toes. Also, why am I doing this to myself? She said she's simping for him and what does she do? Inflict pain on her already shredded and shattered heart lmao. The angst just 'pspspsed' at me and I couldn't escape its grasp.. Anyways, I hope you guys will like it. I was kinda anxious about posting this ngl lol.

a/n pt.2: I apologize for any grammatical errors, English is not my native language. I didn't entirely proofread it yet either, will do that later :).

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..... Friday.....

Friday nights, usually loved by everyone due to the simple fact of being able to rest as soon as one comes home, not the slightest worry about having to get up early the very next morning.

It's easy to assume that you loved Fridays too, right?

Well, you did love them but now that your boss decided to act like a prick, you started to hate them with a burning passion.

You don't even remember how or when it happened, Wakasa just started to act completely different around you. One day really can make a huge difference, huh?

Laying in your bed after another energy draining day at the gym, you got lost in your thoughts. Your boss, who used to be nice to you, understood when you felt sick and didn't come to work or checked in later than usual, the person who made sure to bring you food once he bought himself something, the same man who shared his coffee with you, started to act completely different overnight.

Said man didn't spare you a single glance except for when you really needed something from him and even then, he tried to keep it short and told you to only talk to him if it's work related.

He made you wonder if you did or said something wrong. If you didn't know any better, you would think the two of you have never been friends to begin with.

That's right, you've been friends with him for years and even befriended his own friend group, you guys grew closer and closer and did so many things together just for the man who brought you joy to throw it all away out of nowhere?

Tomorrow would be another one of those Friday's, another one where you wouldn't be able to relax on the weekend because Wakasa decided to keep you more than busy, making you stay right past the ungodly hours.

The man you once considered a very close friend didn't even seem to care about the fact that your mutual friends were just as confused as you were. He didn't tell them his reasons and even went as far as slowly distancing himself from them too.

You remember your most recent conversation with Shinichiro and Benkei - "Y/n, did you find out what's going on with Waka? He has been quite distant with us lately" Shin had questioned you.

"If only I knew, it's as if he changed personalities, he won't even look at me properly when I talk to him and he's become unusually harsh at work"

Benkei hummed at what you had said and added "I also came to notice that and everytime I would ask him what's going on, he would brush me off and tell me to mind my own business and that I should concentrate on training the others"

It was weird and you would lie if you said that it didn't hurt you but you had to be professional at work, this is not about your seemingly private problems.

Were you able to catch up on some sleep? You wished you did, but your never ending thoughts kept you awake and anxious. It didn't feel good and you wished to find out what bothered him.

When you arrived, Wakasa was already there. He looked distressed and tired but his attitude changed the second he saw you enter the gym.

"L/n, I don't know if I haven't made myself clear enough but didn't I tell you yesterday to finish the paperwork on time? I gave you enough time didn't I?"

He doesn't even feel the need for a simple 'good morning', huh? "I finished everything in the evening and put it on your desk Waka, didn't you see it?"

Looking at the boxing gloves embracing his hands, he retorted "First of all, since when do we call each other by our first names at work? And second of all, I texted you to finish the other pile on my desk, you didn't do that, did you? I need you to stay longer today, I need everything finished by 11pm!"

You couldn't believe your ears, you were supposed to meet up with Shin, Takeomi and Benkei for dinner later "Waka, we are supposed to meet up with the boys today, can I by any chance finish this tomorrow when the gym isn't open?"

It didn't even take you one second to see that he wasn't pleased with your answer, the glare he sent your way proving your point. "Do your work properly or I'll have to find someone better than you, do you understand? One more thing, try to call me by my first name again and I'll have you suspended"

With that he left you alone, leaving you and the huge pile of paperwork behind. You don't even understand where all of this came from, did he collect and hide them from you to set you up? This doesn't make any sense.

You've been sat in your office for hours, completely forgetting about the time. You felt so tired, ready to fall asleep but you weren't even halfway done. Sighing frustratedly, you ran your fingers through your hair and decided to take a look at your phone. '4 unread messages from The BD Squad' - your groupchat with your lovely friends.

Shin

"It's past 9pm Y/n, where are you?"

Benkei

"We were supposed to meet at 7pm, even Waka arrived on time, haven't you been at work together? Where are you?"

Takeomi

"Weren't you the one who was all excited to try the new restaurant? Didn't think you'd ditch us"

Benkei

"Do you want us to bring you something? Are you at home?"

You sighed again, it was past 10pm by now and you didn't seem to make it home any time soon. The frustration you felt made you want to scream and then cry. How come Waka met up with them after distancing himself in the first place? Did he want to keep you away from them? Was he fed up with the fact that you were around all the time?

Right when you wanted to text them back, saying that you were busy, Shin called you.

You picked up the phone and were greeted by his voice which was laced with worry "Hey Y/n? You didn't answer us so I decided to call you, are you okay? We're worried about you"

If you didn't feel like crying before, you sure felt like it now "Ah yes I'm okay, I just got some paperwork to finish. I'm so sorry for ditching you guys! I really didn't mean to, I just forgot about the time and then-"

Shin had heard enough and decided to interrupt you for good "Did you eat something yet? Are you hungry? We can come over to your place and bring you some food" he sounded hopeful, knowing fully well that you've been neglecting your needs once again.

"I'm okay, really! I'm still at the gym so there's no need to go over to my place. Again, I'm really sorry that I didn't inform you guys earlier - I'll make it up to you!"

Shin clicked his tongue in response and that's when you heard a second voice in the background "Stop distracting her, she has work to finish". It was Waka's voice, of course it was.

After a small pause on his side Shinichiro spoke up once again, his voice soft "Stay there and don't run away, we'll come and take you home" and with that he hung up abruptly.

It was strange but you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted now, Wakasa had reminded you once again how 'important' it is to finish this.

You must've fallen asleep because when you woke up, you weren't sitting at your office table anymore. You were lying on the sofa in your office with a thin blanket draped over your aching body. "What happened here" you asked yourself rather than anyone else but what you didn't expect was for you to receive an answer which made you shriek in surprise.

"So you're awake, sleepyhead?" It was Shin, accompanied by Benkei. "What are you guys doing here?" You asked as your eyes were still heavy with sleep.

"I told you we would come over to take you home but when we arrived you were fast asleep so we decided to let you relax a little bit - why are you even here at such ungodly hours?"

You pondered a little bit until you decided that enough is enough "Wakasa made me work longer, this has been going on for weeks but today has been the first time he actually got mad at me. Earlier he scolded me how I shouldn't call him by his first name at work and if I did it again, he would get me suspended. When I asked him if I could finish the workload tomorrow because of our plans to meet up for dinner, he told me to do my work properly or he would find someone better than me".

The shock on the both of their faces was more than apparent and it quickly changed into disappointment. They weren't disappointed in you, not in the slightest, but rather in their friend whom they didn't seem to know any longer. Benkei looked at you with sympathy "You should quit - don't get me wrong, I love that you work with us but you shouldn't let him treat you like that".

"Yeah, you should show him what he's going to miss out on - might as well steal you from him and get you to work at my shop. He doesn't seem to be able to show you the appreciation you deserve"

You knew they were right, you knew it but it hurt to even think about. What happened for Wakasa to hate you so much? Did he find out how you feel about him? Is that the reason he's doing all of this? Are you at fault that he's keeping his distance from his friends? You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that Shin had moved to embrace you in his arms.

He felt so warm and safe that you let it all out before you could stop yourself. You told them everything, every single thing that has been making your heart ache and they listened intently, not daring to interrupt you in the slightest.

About two hours later you had found yourself at home, well saturated due to Benkei and Shin who threatened to feed you themselves if you didn't eat what they brought you and freshly showered, ready to fall asleep in your cozy bed.

The next morning was pure comfort, it was the first time in a while that you didn't wake up to your ridiculously loud alarm but the warm rays of sunshine glowing on your face instead.

Checking your phone, you saw that you've got 2 messages from Shin but not a single one of your old boss, Wakasa. He really didn't care anymore, did he?

You closed your eyes for a second and recalled the events of yesterday evening - you had told Shinichiro and Benkei everything that has been going on and they got so mad on your behalf that they started to write your letter of resignation themselves.

When they were done, they made you read it and asked for your approval to put it on Wakasa's table, his office was next to yours after all.

There was no way he didn't see or read it yet, both men made sure to write the letters as bold as possible. But that's okay, you thought, it's not like you could force him to interact with you any longer, you parted ways and now you're nothing but strangers again.

The once lovely stranger who took you and your heart for granted. The stranger who once called himself your friend, who made you feel strange things for him. Versatile, is what you would call the feelings you harbored for him, such strong but strange strange feelings bubbling up in your heart.

With chaos in mind you got up and made your way to your bathroom, wanting to get fresh and ready for the day. What you didn't expect was for your doorbell to ring - someone really has one kind of a timing. You didn't even expect anyone nor had you made any plans so who was it?

Whoever was at the door definitely owed you one, they interrupted your chance of emptying your bladder. Right as you made your way to the front door to look through the peephole it had knocked two times, effectively making you jump.

Finally checking who it was, you spotted Shinichiro with a bag in his hand. With the corners of your mouth betraying you, you invited him in, your smile surprisingly bright "I didn't expect to see you, what brings you here?"

Looking at you comically, he retorted "My motorcycle, what else?" You watched him intently, judging him for what he just said but couldn't stop the giggles escaping your lips.

"Did you just fall for me?"

You scoffed, your smile not fading in the slightest "Keep dreaming pretty boy, I was laughing at you". Said man feigned a shocked expression and gave you a light push into the direction of your bathroom, shaking the bag in his other hand in the process "Get ready sleepyhead, your personal delivery man brought lunch and he wants to eat it warm".

.......to be continued

#tokyo revengers #black dragons #wakasa imaushi #shinichiro sano #akashi takeomi #arashi keizou #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #kazutora-lover

[francium-hydroxide]

random c!tntduo AUs:

• college debate club au

-> basically the election era but with 100x more tension

-> their debates usually take the cycle of having a normal civil debate, before one off topically attacks the other, this will then lead to a series a backhanded compliments.

-> c!techno and c!phil being the debate invigilators and just standing there awkwardly as c!quackity & c!wilbur basically flirt with each other on the stage like-

-> the winner isn't determined by who has the better argument but rather who could make the other more flustered

• pirates au( i blame my ofmd brainrot)

-> c!wilbur is a really clumsy & inexperienced pirate who really only became one to be free from the constraints of society

-> one day he was about to be killed by another pirate but oooh guess who magically appears & saves him

-> ding ding ding! yeah c!quackity, compared to c!wilbur, he is actually known to be the most terrifying, fearless & cruel pirate in all of the sea

->( but in reality he's actually really soft,, like really really soft)

-> I'm more or less describing the plot of ofmd( please watch the show)

-> you bet down the line there will be a bunch of intense sword fights as c!wilbur wants c!quackity to teach him how to be a better pirate.

-> *c!wilbur pinned to the ground with a sword against his jaw, gasping dramatically*: dear god you're not going to stab me are you?

c!quackity: well not in the face at least, can't be ruining such a pretty thing like that can we?

• detectives au

-> perhaps it's a sherlock & john type dynamic

->they meet bc c!quackity was trying to find a place to move into but bc rent is expensive as fuck he decided to live with a roommate instead, thus was introduced to c!wilbur through a mutual friend

-> turns out being roommates with a derranged consulting detective was more than he bargained for & he ends up finding himself in front of a new dead body every saturday night

-> c!wilbur usually stays up till ungodly hours of the night trying to solve cases & talks to himself in his sleep about in dept murders which often keep c!quackity up late at night, but at the same time, oddly comforting

-> usually i prefer c!wilbur being the malewife of the dynamic but you can't deny c! quackity making an extra pot of coffee for c!wilbur knowing that he'll but up late is kinda adorable

-> c!wilbur belittling c!quackity's intelligence (lightheartedly) but c!quackity will then unintentionally solve cases c!wilbur hadn't been able to solve for months, even years

• wild west au

-> i just put this au here for the sake of a duel & a rival type situation

-> imagining a c!quackity & c!wilbur standing back to back and taking a couple steps apart as they are preparing to shoot at the each other

-> but after the countdown, only silence can be heard, later a gunshot could be heard by c!quackity but the bullet was a deliberate mishot.

-> neither of them could bring themselves to kill the other

#tntduo #wilbur soot #quackity #dream smp #tntblr

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

#clanask #anonymous #deltarune x reader #deltarune spamton x reader #spamton x reader

[shadowsinger11]

Inspiration

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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Caught

Synopsis: Oikawa comes home for the first time in a year during his holiday break. Living in Argentina has its draw backs, like not being able to be with his best friend and long time crush. What happens when he stays at your place and gets caught?

Pairing: Post-Timeskip!Oikawa x Reader (GN with a vagina)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Masturbation, Oral (Reader giving & Receiving), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), Praise kink, degradation, a breeding kink if you squint

Genre: Smut with slight plot, mutual pining, friends to lovers

A/N: Hiya! I've missed making posts so much. this is the first post of many to come because I'm officially back! And what better way to celebrate that than with some pretty setter smut? I hope you guys enjoy and I'm so happy to be getting back to posting :)) <33

Spanish Terms Used in This Fic (Disclaimer: I am not a native Spanish speaker. I grew up around the language to to being latina but I am not bilingual. Further more the Spanish I grew up with was Spanish used in Mexico. I tried my best to make the terms I used an accurate portrayal of the Spanish used in Argentina.)

Mi querid@ (o/a = @) : My Dear

Si: Yes

Dulzura: Sweetness

Buenas Noches: Good Night

It had been 13 months. 13 months without seeing your best friend. You’ve been studying at Tokyo University, now in your last year, while your best friend was scouted right out of high school to play for a volleyball team in Argentina. Of course the two of you facetimed and even had group video chats with your other best friend, Iwaizumi, who was studying abroad in the states. But finally you were getting a break and Oikawa was coming back home for the holidays. Iwaizumi wanted to come home but couldn’t get a flight in on the same day as Oikawa. Iwa still had almost a week out of Oikawa to come back. You were bummed that you wouldn’t be getting as much time with Iwaizumi, but you were also secretly excited to get some alone time with Oikawa.

You were set to pick up Oikawa at Haneda Airport. It was currently 1 in the morning and you’re dressed in a soft tank, some oversized lounge sweats, an oversized zip up hoodie and some sneakers. You thought about looking a little nicer to greet Oikawa but ultimately thought against it considering it would be a little suspicious of you to be dolled up at 1 in the morning. You figured Oikawa would also look dressed down since he was getting off of a 26 hour flight. So it was safe to just go in lounge wear for this ungodly hour.

You swipe your keys laying on the ledge by your front door and make your way out of the apartment complex and to the parking garage. The drive to the airport is a short one. You follow directions to make sure you get to the correct terminal. The moment you get out of your car to search for your best friend, your phone begins to ring, signaling an incoming call. You don’t bother looking to see who’s on the caller ID because you know there’s only one person that would be calling you at this time.

“Ru~” You excitedly sing, letting a soft smile creep onto your face.

“Yn.” Oikawa breathes out your name and it sends a shock throughout your body. “I just got off the plane. Waiting for my luggage at station 3B. Are you almost here?”

As Oikawa was speaking you had made your way to the luggage claim and had now spotted a familiar brunette figure. You make it a few meters away from your oldest friend before stopping and lowering your phone from your ear. “Why don’tcha turn around and find out for yourself, Mr. International.”

You let out a giggle when Oikawa promptly swivels his body to whip around and face you, phone still pressed against his ear. He turns his head to look at his screen then back to you. He presses the red button to end the call and takes a wide stride towards you and in an instant he’s standing right in front of you with an intensity in his eyes you aren’t quite familiar with. Tooru scoops you into his arms without a second thought and lifts you up into an embrace, nuzzling his head into the nook of your neck.

You let out a surprised yelp and Oikawa chuckles in pure contentment, beyond elated to have you in his arms once again. “There 's mi querid@. I missed ya, bub.”

“Tooru was that Spanish?” You gasp but can feel the warmth in your face rising in temperature at the change in dialect.

Oikawa chuckles again as he finally lets you down. “Sí, of course it was. I’ve lived in Argentina for 4 years now. I’m quite familiar with the native tongue.”

“You’re showin’ off, Tooru.” You whine and let a pout settle onto your face .

Oikawa wants to giggle like a little school girl at how absolutely adorable you look right now. He’s missed you so much, more than he probably should admit. But he knew you were finishing school up and finally he could be selfish and ask you to be his. Both of you were very oblivious of the other's feelings and it was a thorn in the side of the one person who knew that you both harbored feelings for the other, Iwaizumi. He spent late nights speaking with the two of you one on one, listening to ramblings about how great the other was. As much as he wished he could tell the both of you he knew you each had your very similar reasons not to.

Luckily for Iwaizumi, Oikawa had finally accepted that it was time. So they both came up with a little plan. The athlete would get an extra 6 days alone with you before Iwaizumi came back to Japan and if Oikawa still hadn’t told you then the first thing to come out of Iwaizumi’s mouth when you pick him up is going to be a confession on Oikawa’s behalf. Tooru was determined to be the one to tell you. Letting his pride get in the way, Tooru didn’t want to waste any time. But he also didn’t want to just spring it on you, so he was going to wait until the morning at least. That way if you rejected him he would only have to suffer through an extremely awkward car ride home instead of a whole morning.

“Am not- Oh my luggage.” The man reaches for a large light blue suitcase and a duffel bag of the same color. You notice that they both have the Argentina’s national team’s logo on them and your eyes widen.

“Tooru… Did you- Oh my god did you get the spot?” Your mouth hangs open slightly.

Oikawa blushes, he wanted to wait to tell you but guessed now was as good of a time as ever. “Yeah, I did. They offered me the setter position on the national team.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me? That’s so great, congratulations!” You practically squeal out and without thinking jump into the man’s muscular frame, causing him to drop his bags in order to catch you.

You both laugh in joy as Tooru twirls you around a couple rotations before gently setting you back down. “Gracias, mi querid@. We can have a celebratory drink when we get back to your place.”

“Ru, it’s like 1:30 in the morning.” You chuckle.

Oikawa picks his bags back up and it’s then that you actually take in the man’s appearance. He looked tired. His hair was flatter than usual and his skin didn’t have it’s normal glow. But his clothes are what stuck out to you. He was wearing some tan slacks that fell just above his ankles, he had a long sleeve cream colored Henley shirt tucked into his pants, which were being held up by a brown leather belt, he had a dark grey coat on and brown loafers on to match his belt. He looked good, tired, but very well put together. You swear at yourself. You knew you should have worn at least some damn jeans. You probably looked homeless next to this god of a man.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by the click of Oikawa’s tongue. “Ah but it’s actually 1:30 in the afternoon Argentina time.”

You roll your eyes at the mischievous smile that slowly forms on Tooru’s angelic features. “Ru, you look like shit. You need sleep and so do I. My last final was early this morning. I need sleep. Now is that everything?”

Oikawa pouts at you. “Ouch. That was kinda rude. I don’t look that bad. But I guess I could use some rest. Sleeping on a plane just isn’t the same. I have everything I need. Ready when you are, Dulzura.”

You motion for the brunette to follow you. The two of you make it to your car and Oikawa insists on putting the luggage in the trunk without your help. You roll your eyes at his pride but ultimately let him because you were tired. You both climb into the vehicle and make idle chat as you make the quick drive back to your apartment. When you park, Oikawa grabs just his duffel bag and explains that everything he needs for the night is in it. After locking your car you head to your apartment. Upon entering, you drop your keys in the same place you swiped them from earlier and wait for Oikawa to enter so you can close and lock the door behind him.

This wasn’t Oikawa’s first time in the small apartment you were renting while in school. He had stayed over plenty of time during trips he had made for breaks. He was familiar with where everything was and he knew you well enough to know the second he looked at your pull out futon in the living room it would be set up as a bed for him for the night. Oikawa is always a little disappointed at the sight. He would love to be able to cuddle with you in your bed like the two of you did in high school but he knew you couldn’t. You were adults now and that would be inappropriate.

“I made the futon for you. You remember where everything is?” You yawn as you shimmy out of the sweater.

“Yeah. I’m good. You need to go to bed, Dulzura?”

You nod your head and rub your eyes, almost resembling a child. “Yeah. I’m pretty beat. We’ll have a celebratory brunch tomorrow. Sounds good?”

You smile sleepily up at the tall man and he nods his head. “Buenas Noches.”

You hum. “Happy to have you home. Good night, Ru.” You offer a quick hug to Tooru before making your way to bed.

Oikawa is left to himself feeling some type of way about your words and what he plans on confessing to you in the morning. He also can’t help the way he felt when he saw you pull your sweater off only to be wearing a tank top that left very little to the imagination. Oikawa knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He was frustrated, and had been for over a year now.

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It’s about 2 hours after getting back from the airport when you wake up completely parched. Your throat was uncommonly dry and you felt like you had just stuck a handful of cotton in it. You reach for your water bottle only to come out empty handed. You were so tired when you went to bed you forgot to fill up your water canteen. You groan at the thought of having to get up but the discomfort of being dehydrated overpowers that dread.

You shuffle out of bed, making sure to be quiet, not wanting to wake up Tooru. You make it halfway down the hallway only to be halted by a strange noise. You tiptoe closer and that’s when you hear it clearly. A deep and low moan followed by a string of curses. The previous squelching noise continues and your tired brain finally catches up.

Was Oikawa… He was jerking himself off right now. Your face turns bright red at the notion and something in the pit of your stomach ignites, like a fire is being lit inside you. You quietly slap a hand over your mouth to cover a whimper that escapes your lips. Your eyes widen but after a few moments you calm down. It seems as though Oikawa hadn’t heard the noise. His soft groans and pants are a clear sign that he was far too preoccupied to notice the small noise.

You take a deep breath, you know you shouldn’t, but you walk to the end of the hallway and peer around the corner. The sight you're met with is unfairly gorgeous. Oikawa is laying on top of the blankets on the futon, boxer-briefs pushed down just under his ass wrapped around his thighs, legs spread and his fist is wrapped around his impressively sized cock. You can feel the drool starting to pool in your mouth, no longer feeling the need to retrieve a glass of water. Oikawa’s dick is both long and girthy with just the right amount of bulging veins, the tip is flushed in the prettiest shade of pinkish red and there’s precum slowly leaking from his slit.

You lick your lips wondering what he tastes like. What you would give to have his hands buried in your hair and shoving you down on his cock only to make you gag when his length continuously hits the back of your throat. You start to feel a wetness pool in your underwear, rubbing your thighs together in hope to relieve the ache that has been caused by Tooru’s display. Your eyes move from Oikawa’s cock to his face and it’s contorted in the most beautiful way. His brow is scrunched up and eyes drooped close. Oikawa has a pout set on his parted lips which continuously puffs out groans and curses. His face is flushed and hair a perfect mess. It’s taking all of you to not interrupt and help yourself to your best friend's cock.

But just as you’ve convinced yourself you are staying put Oikawa let’s out another moan but this time it’s in the form of your name. “Mmmmm fuck- Yn…” Your breath hitches and the friction your thighs are making is no longer enough for you. Without even thinking you round the corner and sneak over to the futon.

Oikawa barely registers the dip in the futon from your weight. He only comes to when your colder palms come in contact with his heated thighs. The shock of sudden foreign contact causes Oikawa to gasp and groan, finding pleasure even in the smallest things at this point. You lock onto a hooded gaze and all Oikawa can muster is, “Yn…” He doesn’t even try to sound guilty.

You can’t help yourself. You lower the athletes undergarments down his legs before removing them completely. You take your place between Tooru’s long and tan legs. His hand is still wrapped around his cock but it had been still while he was preoccupied by watching you in awe. Tooru never thought he would be placed in this situation. You were all he ever thought about when getting off. This very scenario running through his lust filled mind over and over. But never in a million years did he really think that his best friend would so willingly submit to their lust like this.

Oikawa always imagined you as the kind of person that would make someone work for it and normally you were, but Oikawa was different. You had been waiting for him for almost 6 years. Enough was enough. The second he moaned out your name, you were absolute putty in his hands. You were his. Anything he desired, you were ready to oblige. And Oikawa certainly wasn’t going to argue with your decision.

You don’t give yourself time to think about what you’re really doing. If you do, you know you’ll second guess yourself. So you hastily cover what you can of Oikawa’s hand that’s still firmly wrapped around his member and guide his actions. “Were you thinkin’ about me, Ru? What were you imagining, huh? My hand? Or my mouth? Or maybe even my pussy, hmm?”

Oikawa whimpers at the sinister lilt in your voice. Almost teasing, but also genuinely curious. “Everything. I was thinking about all of you, Dulzura. You’re so enticing, how could I not?”

“Is that so?” You feel yourself blush at the compliment but refuse to let yourself get flustered. You watch as more precum spills from the man’s tip and your mouth waters. You want a taste, wanna know what he tastes like. So you force both yourself and Oikawa to pull away from his length which urges a gargled sound deep in Tooru’s chest.

“What… W-why’d ya st-“ The brunette is cut off by your tongue licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. His sentence ends in a groan. You smile to yourself before taking the head of his length into your mouth and circling just that part with your tongue.

You had always, shamelessly, wondered whether Oikawa was vocal or not when it came to sex. He was a naturally vocal person in any other setting so you sorta hoped that also applied to the bedroom. And, boy, you were not left disappointed when a string of curses and various praises fell out of Tooru’s mouth as you took in more of his length into your warm mouth.

“Holy shit, baby. Feels so good- You’re so good. Fuck yeah take it all in. Suck me off like the good little slut I know you are.” Oikawa moans in between every other word and his panting makes his voice haughty. You moan at the athlete’s praise and the vibration goes straight to Oikawa’s dick and that’s when he loses himself in your performance.

Oikawa’s hands instinctively perch themselves at the crown of your head and push you further onto his member until you're gagging at the base, nose pressed against his pelvis. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and spill as you gag again. Your mouth fills with spit as you salivate uncontrollably due to Oikawa’s dick hitting the back of your throat. Just as you can’t take it anymore, the man pulls you almost all the way off just to thrust himself back into your mouth. He sets a pace for himself and mercilessly fucks your mouth.

“Jesus Christ. Your mouth is fucking perfect, Dove. So fucking warm and wet. You’re such a good little whore. Such a pretty little thing, letting me use you for my pleasure. Fuck look at you. Bet your underwear is already soaked just from sucking me off.” Tooru tugs you off his cock and you let go with a pop. “Wanna find out how wet that pretty cunt of yours is. Bet you taste divine, Sweetness. Can I have a taste, please?”

You smile sweetly at Oikawa’s words while wiping some drool that had escaped from the corner of your mouth. “Tooru, if you don’t eat me out right now I might go insane. Please, please… Want your tongue on my clit, licking me up and slipping into my pussy~”

Oikawa’s demeanor darkens at the dirty words flowing from your mouth. He growls and pounces on you. Pinning you to the pulled out futon. He sloppily smashes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. You moan, pleasantly surprised by the sudden ferocity and roughness of Oikawa’s actions. Ever the opportunist, he seizes the moment and slides his tongue into your mouth, entangling it with yours. After a few minutes you break off for air but Oikawa continues his assault by trailing kisses down your jaw and bites down on your jugular before sucking and licking the spot to sooth it. He mimics these actions a few more times in various areas between your neck and nipples.

When he gets to the aroused buds he wastes no. Time in licking both then taking one into his mouth repeating his previous actions and then rolling the other in between his pointer finger and thumb. After he’s pleased with his work on the first nipple he switches and works on the other with his mouth.

Oikawa is only satisfied when you’re squirming and pleading with him. “Ru~” You gasp as he blows on the already erect bud. “Please. I need you. Need you to give some attention to my clit please. Need you so bad.”

Tooru chuckles but removes himself from your nipples and continues down your body. More marks are left in his wake but you could care less in this moment. Finally, Oikawa’s face is hovering just a few centimeters away from where you need him most. As expected, your underwear are darkened, glistening from your juices. Oikawa can’t help but lick his lips. Your scent is addicting and the man makes quick work of stripping you of your underwear. You were fully exposed to him now, just as he was to you.

Oikawa delves right in. He runs his tongue up and down the length of your pussy and then sets his focus on your clit. You moan and twitch in pleasure. Your mind goes foggy with lust. Tooru knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. Your body had a mind of its own and you couldn’t keep your hips still. They were bucking uncontrollably and you feel a large and warm hand press down on your lower abdomen to keep you still. The brunette detaches himself from your clit to give you a sly smirk.

“Be a good little one for me and stay still, okay, Sweetness?” You let out a whimper while nodding your head. Oikawa is pleased with your reply and goes back to licking and sucking onto your clit. A few moments pass and you feel something prodding at your entrance. “Gonna add a finger, Dove. That alright?”

Yes, please, yes~” You moan and Oikawa doesn’t hesitate to steadily sink a finger inside of you. With his mouth on your clit and now a finger added, moving inside of you, you’re quickly brought to the edge. You throw your head back and pant loudly.

“Fuck, Ru. Holy- ‘M gonna cum. Gonna cum, please~”

Tooru chuckles against your clit eliciting a scream out of your throat from the vibrations, his finger starts to work on you faster and you’re driven right off the edge. Your toes curl and back arches off the futon. Your hands fly to Oikawa’s hair and tug. He keeps his pace until you’re panting again, pulling at his hair, trying to get him off of you due to sensitivity. The athlete slowly pulls away from you and sits up while licking his lips and fingers like he just ate the most delicious dessert. To him, of course, he had. You were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he already wanted more. But that would have to wait for another time. Right now he wanted to properly fuck you then have you fall asleep in his arms.

Oikawa climbs up to hover above your lips and molds his mouth to yours. You can taste yourself and moan at the thought. Oikawa moves his mouth against yours with ease. His tongue enters your mouth again for a few moments before he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“Can you walk? Or do you need me to carry you?” You’re asked seemingly out of the blue.

You blink a few times before registering his words and responding. “Where are we going?”

“Your room. I’m not having sex with you on this futon, Sweetness. At least not tonight. You deserve a proper fuck.” Despite his crude words, Oikawa sends you a dazzling smile. You feel yourself begin to burn at his expression, a sudden need consuming you. You make grabby hands at the man you’ve been quietly in love with for years as a signal to carry you. He obliges. You're placed in his arms in a bridal style. He gives you a tender kiss, this one being much different than the previously heated and needy kisses. He manages his way to your room without difficulty and gently tosses you onto your bed. Neither one of you moves for a few moments. Tooru takes this chance to admire every beautiful inch of your body. He doesn’t know if he’ll get this chance so he tries to sear the image of your exposed body to his brain. He’s committing this image of you to memory. Every curve, dip, stretch mark, scar, and dimple on your glowing skin. He wouldn’t let himself forget any of it, especially if you decide this is the only time he will ever be allowed to touch you in such a way.

Oikawa forces the lump in his throat down at the thought of never being able to have you in such an intimate way again. He couldn’t fathom it. You allowed him to get a taste and now he was utterly addicted.

Tooru is pulled away from his thoughts by a quiet but prominent whine slipping from your lips. “Tooru. Please. “

Oikawa is quick to attend to you. His body moves to hover over yours. His head dips to bring you into another heated kiss while his right hand trails down your body and pushes against your clit before dragging to your cunt to make sure you’re still wet. To Oikawa’s delight, you’re still sufficiently soaked enough to take his cock. You gasp into the kiss at his actions.

Oikawa pulls away once more. “You ready for me, Sweetness?”

“Yes. Oh god- please, Tooru. Want you to fill me up with your cock. Want it to split me open. Please, please, please~” You’re babbling is absolutely endearing to the Great King. Who is he to deny such a nicely asked request.

You feel something nudge at your entrance and you squeal in anticipation. Oikawa brings his lips to yours as he finally sinks his length into your warm and soft cunt. You both groan into the kiss and your mind goes reeling at the delicious stretching sensation Oikawa’s dick is providing. His actions are slow. Oikawa doesn’t want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. He wants this to feel equally, if not better, for you as it does for him.

When Tooru finally bottoms out, you can feel him prodding your cervix. The mixture of pleasure and pain completely engulfed your senses but you still needed more. He needed to move.

“Let me-“ You cut off Tooru, not even registering that he had begun to speak.

“Tooru please. Want you to move- need you to move. Please fuck me, please.” You pant out.

“Of course, Sweetness. I’ve got you.” Tooru pulls back almost completely sliding out of you only to swiftly slam back into you. You scream at the intense pleasure of him stretching you mixed with the slight pain brought by his tip pushing aggressively at your cervix.

Oikawa groans at the feeling of you not being able to completely take him all in. It makes him go feral. His hips pick up their pace and he’s slamming in and out of you with such intensity. You let out whimpers that quickly transition to screams of pleasure. You’ve never been fucked like this before. Oikawa’s pelvis is providing a pressure to your clit that mixed with the feelings brought by him moving inside of you. Everything was sensitive from your previous orgasm but in the best way possible.

Your body’s senses only heightened when Oikawa took hold of your legs and stretched them so your knees met your shoulders. Oikawa was now fucking you in a mating press and he was hitting deeper parts of your insides.

“Fuck, yn. You feel so damn good. Your slutty little hole is so tight but keeps sucking me in. Doesn’t wanna let me go. You’re so good, Sweetness. Feel so fucking amazing.” Oikawa vocalizes his thoughts, consumed by lust and you.

Oikawa keeps talking but you can’t bring yourself to pay attention, your own mind muddled with desire and pleasure. Devoured by Oikawa. You were his and all his now. There was no doubt about it. Even before this you were his but now, you were just as hooked on him as he was you. The way his lips meld perfectly with yours, the way he praises you, the way his body seems to know all of your body’s ticks.

You’re brought back to reality by the feeling at the pit of your abdomen. Like the fire in you is ready to explode. You were close and by the irregularity of Oikawa’s movements you could tell he was too.

Your nails dig into the skin of Oikawa’s back and you drag them down screaming Tooru’s name. He growls in your ear, his breath hot and staggered. “You gonna come, little one? Gonna squeeze and cream all over my cock. Be a good little slut for me and cum for me. Cum for me, Sweetness.”

Oikawa straightens slightly to allow himself access to rub circles on your clit and it does you in. You’re writhing underneath Oikawa as you scream out in ecstasy. “Fuck! Tooru ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna- oh my- ‘m cummin’!” You shout out a moan and your walls spasm and contract around Oikawa’s dick. The fluttering of your own orgasm almost immediately sets Oikawa off.

His voice is desperate. “Fuck- I’m so close. Where do you want me to cum, Sweetness?”

“Inside me, please, Tooru. Want you to fill me up with your cum~” Oikawa growls and curses at your words while promptly spilling his seed into your already dripping cunt. You feel the hot spurts shoot out of Tooru’s pulsating cock and sigh at the sensation.

Oikawa lowers your legs back onto the bed and slumps down onto your body. He’s careful not to let himself slip out of you just yet, simply enjoying your warmth. His head lays on your tummy and he wraps his arms around your waist. You hum in appreciation of Oikawa’s gentle and warm embrace. Your body is spent and you can feel yourself drifting quickly. A few minutes pass by and you’re struggling to stay conscious but you're brought back by the feeling of Oikawa moving and letting himself fall out of you. You whimper at the loss of his presence inside of you, suddenly feeling extremely empty.

“I’m sorry, Sweetness, but you gotta go to the bathroom before I let you go to sleep. C’mon, I’ll carry ya there.” Oikawa bends down and scoops you into his arms. Carrying you bridal-style to the bathroom, he kicks the toilet cover up and gingerly sets you on the toilet before murmuring about getting some clothes.

When you’re done, Oikawa is back and unsurprisingly has a t-shirt and some underwear for you to put on. He helps of course, but at this point you’re alert enough to do it on your own, you just liked the way it felt when Tooru made skin to skin contact with your body. It was soothing.

When you’re successfully clothed you stand on your own, legs only slightly shaky from your previous activities with Oikawa. “You thirsty? I can grab you some water.”

“I can get it myself, Ru. But thank you.” You chuckle and make your way past the wall of a man but he’s quick to snatch your waist and toss you over his shoulder.

“Nope. Not letting you wobble around like that.” He says over your loud and surprised squeal.

“Ru~” You whine. “I wanna snack too though. ‘M hungry.” Luckily it doesn’t look like the built man is going to drop you off at your room, instead he brings you with him to the Kitchen and plops you on the counter while he gets you a glass of water. Oikawa rummages through your pantry and huffs after a few minutes.

“Sweetness, how’re you supposed to have a snack when you don’t have anything to eat?” A brown brow is raised at you and causes a flustered feeling to bubble up inside of you.

“Right. I forgot tomorrow was grocery day.” You pout. “Damn. I was really hoping to have something to eat. Could use it.”

As if to prove your point, your stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl. Tooru chuckles at your body’s persistence and sighs. “Well you’re lucky you live in the city. I’m sure we can find somewhere that delivers. How’s that sound? My treat of course.”

“Sounds amazing. Thank you, Tooru.” You give the man a kiss on his cheek, but before you can pull back he steals a kiss from you, momentarily melding his lips with yours. When he pulls back there’s a goofy and genuine smile plastered on his face.

Oikawa searches for places that will still deliver at this time and is lucky enough to find a couple places to choose from. When the food arrives you two spend the remainder of the night cuddled up watching a movie. As the two of you sit on your balcony, draped with 3 blankets, watching the sunrise, Oikawa takes the opportunity to ask you to be his. You easily accept with glee and share a kiss under the rising sun.

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[anxietalyn]

ACL reconstruction

so. last week on Tuesday I got ACL surgery, and I've looked on a few tags on Tumblr for tips and what to expect. but, I didn't find a lot, and when I did they weren't really descriptive. so ima do one to maybe help some folks out. this is tips and my experience so far.

Edit: this turned out waaaay longer than I thought it would

THIS IS ALL BASED ON MY SURGERY AND RECOVERY. I'M NOT SAYING THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT WILL GO. I WENT TO A TOP ORTHOPEDIC SURGEON BC MY FAMILY HAD HEARD A LOT ABOUT MY DUDE AND THEY TOOK MY INSURANCE(he turns out to be one of the top orthopedic surgeons in Texas. If you live in the Houston, Texas area, the dude is Dr. Barrett Brown at Fondren Orthopedic Group in the medical center. whoop.) :

if you have the time, money, and availability, go to therapy a few weeks before the surgery. it'll strengthen the muscles in the injured leg, and the leg that isn't going under the knife. it'll help you after the surgery when you're having to use crutches or a walker. trust me on that. I was going to therapy 7 1/2 before my surgery. my orthopedic said that I should've gone at least six weeks.

when I went to therapy for the first time after tearing my ACL and MCL back in October, he was concerned. *I was also in a wheelchair for ten days*.

don't do that

I wish I would've looked up how or asked a family who is a doctor how to use crutches. because I was miserable in that wheelchair. my muscles in my left leg(injured leg) shrinked because they weren't used in a week and a half. and my leg muscles are pretty strong for my height and weight. that was the most difficult part of therapy leading up to last Tuesday. the fact that my strength and body changed.

if you're learning how to use them, or they are unavailable for a day or so, go ahead and use a wheelchair. bc, I'll be honest, it is a lot easier.

You might be at the hospital for a while before they take you in. I was told to be at my surgeon's office at 9:30, and I wasn't taken back for prep until 13:00(1:00pm)

You might also be in the prep area for a bit.. but there is where you get the hospital dress, no-slide socks, a "fall risk" bracelet(which I should've gotten when I started to walk when I was little bc I'm hella clumsy), your IV, I was offered a numbing shot for the area of the IV but I dunno if that's universal

if you have a family member or friend back there with you, ask for them to distract you. I had my goofy brother to make faces at me

if you are offered that numbing shot, they will tell you this, but for about ten seconds it burns like hell

at my hospital, everyone who would be in the OR had to come introduce themselves before surgery, so if you have any questions, ask! they are there to answer your questions. no matter if you think they're stupid.

my Anesthesiologist(the dude who gives the knock out juice) came over, asked if this is my first surgery, and when I told him yes, he explained EVERYTHING. He said that all the folks in the room(for me it was 6) would come by, ask my name, birthday, what was happening during the surgery, and which leg. he then said that the anaesthesia I would get was a non-narcotic which is to help you not throw up after surgery(which I didn't).

five more people then introduced themselves

when they were wheeling me to the OR, they said it would be cold so they gave me a second blanket

they wheeled me up to the table, had me crawl onto it, had a foam pillow for my head, and extended arm holders for my arms to lay outta the way

Steve(anesthesiologist) then asked if I was ready, I said I was scared. one of the nurses then held my hand as he put in the knock out juice. he then said I did good, and to help the anaesthesia work faster, put an oxygen over my nose and mouth until I was out.(last thing I remember)

when I woke up, I was still in the OR, but I was incredibly dis-oriented. I know ASL, so I started signing "want brother" over and over. none of the OR folks knew what I was signing, so they found someone who knows a little ASL and they interpreted what i was signing

they told my that I had to wait for a little bit so they could check to make sure my vitals and wrap up my leg(it's a 30 minute waiting period)

when my parents came in, I was offered sprite(You can't eat anything after ten o'clock the night before, or drink anything(even water) after midnight.) because my sugar level was low

!!!start drinking water a week before the surgery!!!it's so much more difficult to find a good vein for the IV!!! my grandma was poked seven times in different places to find a good juicy vein!!!

the anaesthesia will most likely make you feel weird.

I called everyone cute. everyone. nurse, doctor, patient, people who I don't know. everyone. I asked my nurse out on a date. I told my mom who Is married she's jealous of my "mad flirting skills"

You need to eat something on your way home. I stopped and got soup to-go. I recommend soup, just because it is easy on the tummy

You will not have an appetite for at least a week. regardless, you need to eat protein during recovery bc it'll help your Incision.

I keep repeating this but. YOU NEED TO EAT. YOU WILL NOT FEEL LIKE IT. BUT EAT. I AM AN 18-YEAR OLD AND I GO TO A COMMUNITY COLLEGE SO I STAYED HOME. I HAD THREE PEOPLE TELLING ME TO EAT. AND ONE WHO FORCED ME TO EAT. GET YOU SOMEONE THAT WILL MAKE YOU EAT WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE IT.

your leg will hurt. there's no way to sugar coat. it will hurt a lot.

find something to distract yourself. my Alma Mater was in the state championship for football, and I love football and star wars. I watched The Force Awakens an ungodly amount, that I could quote every. single. character.

just find things to do that you don't need to exert yourself too much. I like colouring books, reading, and watching movies. just have something to do while you recover. please.

you'll get prescribed four things: pain medicine, meds for muscle spasms, meds to help with nausea, and a shot that helps prevent blood clots in my leg while I can't move it regularly

I'm about six days into recovery, and the shots are the worst part currently.

The first three to four days are the worst of it. your nerves are waking up, you're getting used to not bending your knee, your learning how to walk again. they are just bad.

take the pain med when your pain level is a 3 or 4 on a 1-10 scale. it'll kick in right before it gets too bad

on that note. DON'T LET SOMEONE TELL YOU HOW BAD YOU HURT. YOUR BODY. YOUR PAIN. EVERYONE'S PAIN TOLERENCE IS DIFFERENT.

when you stand, it will hurt.

when you put pressure on it, it will hurt.

when you move it, it will hurt.

when you hit it(on anything), it will hurt.

when you have to adjust the brace strap that is riiiiight on top of the incision, it will hurt like no other.

that pain, will pass.

I PROMISE you that the pain will reduce. in the moment it may seem like your leg is on fire, but fight on, Strong Warrior. fight on.

elevate your leg from behind your ankle

elevate when ever you can. you're told to, and 10/10 recommend it because it will reduce swelling

you're gonna swell anyways. a little bit of swelling is normal. it's your body trying to heal it's self.

don't take Ibuprofen: it flushed out the good things that the swelling is bringing to heal your body

ice your knee. ice. ice. ice. it will help with over swelling

you don't HAVE to elevate your foot while you sleep though.

You will not sleep for a couple nights. it will suck. it will be frustrating. and it will awful. last night was the first night since Tuesday(it's a Monday) that I got more than four hours of sleep. You will eventually get sleep though. and personally, I was able to take small naps during the day.

I personally, have self-harm scars on my left thigh. so I was slightly uncomfortable with people being around them. You'll have to have someone wrap an ace bandage around your leg(mine is wrapped from my ankle to mid thigh.). Have someone you are comfortable with touching them wrap your leg.

You may not always be fully comfortable during recovery, but try to get as comfy as you can

Go to physical therapy.

it will help(and it's prescribed)

and for goodness sake. Do your at home exercises they give you. they seem like a waste of time, but they honestly do help.

find a PT group you like. **look on your insurance to find a place that is "in network". it'll cost a whole bunch less.**

for PT it's completely okay to go to different people until you feel comfortable. You will do so much better when you're with someone you trust and can tell they know their shit.

I'm curious by nature, and my therapist has the alphabet behind his name. so if you get a card, Google the letters!

for example, the alphabet behind his name is: PT, DPT, FAAOMPT. When I searched them, I found that PT is the good ol' fashioned Physical Therapist. DPT is Doctorate of Physical Therapy. and FAAOMPT is  American Academy of Orthopedic Manual Physical Therapists("The “Fellow” is a physical therapist who has demonstrated advanced clinical, analytical, and hands-on skills in the treatment of musculoskeletal orthopedic disorders and is internationally recognized for their competence and expertise in the practice of manual physical therapy." Basically, my dude knows his shit).

Warning though, if you're curious about what a certain exercise does, and you ask,they might touch your body and physically show you what muscle the exercise works. and while you're doing an exersice, if you're doing it wrong, they will fix your position themself. this is why I say find someone your comfortable with. They are very hands on. I was lucky because the first one I went to, we hit it off. we both have mutual interests, and he isn't annoyed when I sass him. he sasses me back.

In pictures of me within a couple weeks of the operation, you can see how swollen my foot is. the brace I have is a pretty general brace, and it I locked straight. I cannot bend my leg while I have it on. under it is two ace bandages, and then on my incision there is a steri-strip. My nurse said not to touch it/try to remove it because it's keeping it clean and helping it heal. I got four holes in my knee for a camera and tools. the graph that is now my ACL is from my Patellar tendon, so the incision is between 6-8 inches.

I'll continue to update this as my recovery continues. and if you have any questions, feel free to message or send me an ask!

#acl surgery #acl reconstruction surgery #surgery recovery tips #i believe in you #you'll do great

[nerdyskeleton]

I'm trying to sleep and can't stop thinking of Simon reacting to Nahyuta surviving (but being injured in) an assassination attempt. (Because I'm a terrible person at heart.)

OHHHHH MAN nothing like good old angst to greet you in the morning. I named this document “hurt nahyuta more”

Simon had been cross with Nahyuta all day. They had spokenyesterday before Simon had gone to bed, and perhaps it was the grueling timedifference or the fact that it had been two long, aching months since they hadseen each other, but they were both fairly hostile on the phone. Simon knew hehad been irrationally angry when Nahyuta sadly sighed he wouldn’t have the freedomto go to Los Angeles or have Simon come to see him for at least another month.

Long distance was difficult, and it was especially difficultfor two incredibly busy, emotionally-stunted prosecutors.

And as they had no logical way to deal with being angry witheach other for stupid reasons, Simon and Nahyuta had mutually agreed to take afew days of silence. An important court case of Simon’s would be over, andNahyuta would have a few hours to himself eventually, right? So it was rather ashock that Nahyuta’s number lit up Simon’s phone screen. He debated aboutanswering it, finally picking up at the last second.

“What do you want, Sad Monk?”

The other side of the line was nothing but static for a fewminutes, until someone responded. It was not Nahyuta.

“Is that how you always greet my son?” Queen Amara asked.Simon heard shouting in the background.

“On this day, yes.” Perhaps he should show some more respectto the woman. While it was a little strange she had called him from Nahyuta’sphone, it had also happened once before; she called just to chat, and it was oneof the funniest and most intimidating phone calls of Simon’s life.

“May I ask why I have been graced with this phone call, YourMercifulness?” he inquired, getting up from his desk. He did a quickcalculation, noting that it was just past 8 in the morning in Khura’in. QueenAmara must be bored if she was resorting to calling her son’s scary boyfriendthis early in the morning.

“Ah,” she sighed, “I have some…bad news.”

Simon paused, mid-filing away for his upcoming case. “Whatis it?”

“Prosecutor Blackquill, when I tell you this, I ask that yourefrain from outbursts of any kind.”

“Ma’am, what are you talking about?”

She drew in a deep breath and announced, “There was anattempt on Nahyuta’s life this morning.”

Something rather heavy landed on his boot. He looked down,finding the file he had been holding suddenly on the ground, its contentsscattered about. Had he dropped it?

“I don’t understand. What are you telling me?”

“It’s a lot to process, Simon. He’s alive…for now. But Ithink it might be best if you come to Khura’in within the next few days.Nahyuta is resilient, and the medical staff is highly trained, yet…”

“I’ll leave tonight.”

She asked him to give her an approximation of when he wouldbe there, and then she hung up. Simon sent Taka on her way back home beforeimmediately going to Edgeworth’s office. Dammit, the one time Simon needed hisoverworked boss to actually be there at nine at night, and he wasn’t! He calledEdgeworth’s personal number, feeling foolish and hot and stressed and on theverge of tears, embarrassingly enough. Edgeworth was clearly peeved, but whenSimon explained what little details he had, the man relaxed. He even said heexperienced a similar situation with Wright, years and years ago. His casewould be given to a different prosecutor, and he would have leave for as longas necessary. Edgeworth went so far as to offer to charter a jet for him, as heonce again stated he infinitely knew whatSimon was feeling.

One unacceptable tear fell as Simon contacted Athena next,going through the whole conversation again with her. She asked if she shouldcome with him, but he said no. It was tempting, but she was the defense on thatcase, so he told her to stay and help take care of Taka.

Simon usually hated the ungodly long flight from LA to Khura’in,but it was especially terrible this time around. His stupid, paranoid self keptimagining unpleasant scenarios. Was he going to be too late? Her Mercifulnesshad cryptically claimed that Nahyuta was still alive “for now.” Was he on theverge of death? Where had he been struck?

Simon hoped to ask her these questions the second he steppedonto the sad patch of asphalt that served as the country’s airport. Instead,battalions of guards greeted him and escorted him to the palace, which madesense – with one royal shot, the others were probably shut up in the palace to bekept safe.

Nahyuta���s mother stood in the grand entrance, pulling Simoninto a surprise hug when he finally got there. Her hands held his cheeks as shetold him, “You look worse than normal.”

Her own complexion was pale and rather blotchy, and herlilac hair no longer had such a glorious shine. “You look much the same, YourMercifulness.”

She huffed a hoarse laugh, and she was leading him down thehallways. She explained along the way that he had originally been at thehospital, but once he was out of immediate danger, Nahyuta had been moved oh socarefully back to the palace for security reasons. There were only a few minorcomplications as they put him back together, thankfully, but the monk had beendrifting in and out of consciousness for the better part of the day.

“I spoke with him earlier today,” Amara said as they reachedthe rooms he was kept in. “It was mostly incoherent, but he knew who I was, aswell as where he was.” She put her hand on the doorknob, but Simon stopped her.

“Where is the assassin now?” Perhaps if he committed amurder here and fled the country, he would be safe from prosecution.

“They killed themselves immediately after realizing Nahyutahad survived the first shot. I’m sorry to say you are unable to deal anypunishments to them. If they were still alive, however,” she said, finallypushing open the door, “you would have first rights.”

The room was noticeably colder. Rayfa sat on a couch next tothe bed, which Simon was doing his damndest not to look at. He could make outthe vague basic shape of Nahyuta, lying motionless there, but he was certainlynot ready to really accept what happened. Amara sat on the edge of the bed andpressed the back of her hand to Nahyuta’s forehead.

She added that he’d been running a high fever for some time.Simon stood by one of the wide windows, asking finally where exactly he’d beenhit. A frazzled looking doctor piped up, telling him he was struck in theabdomen, shattering a few ribs and puncturing a lung. Mother and daughterpraised the Holy Mother out loud, thanking her for sparing Nahyuta’s life. Simonwondered silently (he didn’t have a death wish) why they were praising her, ifthe Holy Mother had allowed it to happen in the first place.

It was so silent, until Queen Amara quietly cooed, “Good morning.”Simon did not turn around, despite Rayfa calling his name. He was not sure howto behave. He’d rather prepared himself to be faced with Nahyuta’s death uponarrival, so now that he needed to actually speak to him? He was not sure whatto say. Especially with his family still surrounding him – they were surelymore important to Nahyuta than Simon was.

Nahyuta croaked out a pitiful, “Mother…” Simon turned just ahair, watching him out of the corner of his eye. Rayfa sat on her knees next tohim, while Amara was still sitting by his waist.

“Skunk Head is here to see you, too, Braid Head,” Rayfasaid. She turned around and beckoned him forward. Simon reluctantly approached.Nahyuta’s eyes were normally that amazing bright green, but they were hazy andunfocused as he looked listlessly towards Rayfa. His eyes slid slowly torespond to Simon’s movements as he came up close. A sleepy, contented, preciouslittle smile formed on Nahyuta’s chapped lips as his eyes closed again. The frazzleddoctor said that he hadn’t been alert for more than few minutes at a timewithin the last few days.

Amara left after another hour, but she instructed the doctorto allow Rayfa and Simon to stay as long as they pleased. The doctorcompromised and said they would need to leave if his condition unexpectedlychanged, and Simon thoroughly did not like that implication.

He and Rayfa, now closer than he ever thought they would be,talked together peacefully. The poor girl burst into tears a few times unexpectedly,so Simon managed to convince her to get some sleep and something to eat.Nahyuta was not going anywhere, he told her. And neither was he, even thoughAmara came by again to insist he eat and go to sleep. He wasn’t leaving thisroom until the healthy glow of his skin returned. Except his boyfriend’sterrifying mother manhandled him and shoved him into his own guest rooms, so hewas able to get some rest.

An intense looking nurse that Simon had seen aroundyesterday came and found him in his rooms early the next morning.

“Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has been awake and alert for the lasthour if you would like to see him,” they said. Simon, vaguely tempted to notlook like a foolish moron, moved as quickly as possible without throwinghimself from the room and running down the hall. He didn’t bother to knock onthe ornate door.

Nahyuta was sat up in bed, looked a little pale still, buthe was smiling with a brightness in his eyes finally. Simon was infinitely glad that the Queen and Princess wereat the Dance of Devotion that morning, as he could commit fully to clinging uncontrollablyto Nahyuta. His hand was a little clammy as it weakly gripped Simon’s own whenhe sat down next to him.

“I don’t want this to happen again,” Simon commanded.  

“Well, I’m sorry to say, yet I have two more assassinationattempts to survive through to beat my mother’s record,” Nahyuta replied. Hisvoice was a little hoarse.

“I hate you,” Simon rasped. He was horrified to feel tearspricking at his eyes.

“As unhappy as I am that you skipped out on that importantcase to come and see me, I am very glad to see you, Simon.”  

He couldn’t speak and instead chose to lean in and holdNahyuta against him. He kissed at his tangled hair, and they stayed like thatfor some time. Simon tried to pull away, but Nahyuta’s grip on him wasconsiderably stronger already.

“There is one positive outcome to this whole ordeal,” Nahyutamurmured into his shoulder.

“What could that be?”

“I saw you far earlier than I thought I would.” He looked upat him, grinning widely.  

“You must be delusional from the pain,” Simon claimed. “The real Nahyuta would never be so kind withme.”

“I’m a changed man, Simon. I saw the light.”

“Please do not make getting shot at a habit, despite thischange for the better.”

“I will try my best.”

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