#also his eyes sparkle when he gets a high score and he always goes to tell dennis

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i know deep in my heart that mac had a phase where he got really into shitty phone games but specifically on dennis‘ phone. he pokes dennis with a fork during breakfast until he just goes WHAT and mac is like can i play some games bro….pls 🥺🥺 and dennis throws a spoon at his head yelling at him to just install them on his own phone (same model). and then dennis angrily eats oatmeal with water while mac plays bejeweled on dennis‘ phone at full volume and every time he loses a heart he goes FUCK and tells the computer hes going to kill it

#the way he found out about the games is that dennis showed them to charlie when he was bored and stressed #one of those ones for cats or babies where they tap bugs to crush them #but charlie ended up smashing the phone with the rat stick so hes forbidden from phone games #but mac is really into them now and its easier to let him play than be annoyed plus it shuts him up #also his eyes sparkle when he gets a high score and he always goes to tell dennis #thanks for coming to my presentation

[richincolor]

Celebrating Black Love

On this last week of Black History Month, and with February also being the month of love, I'd thought I'd highlight some YA romance that I've enjoyed the past year and some I'm looking forward to reading this spring. 

Love Times Infinity by Lane Clarke 

High school junior Michie is struggling to define who she is for her scholarship essays, her big shot at making it into Brown as a first-generation college student. The prompts would be hard for anyone, but Michie's been estranged from her mother since she was seven and her concept of family has long felt murky.

Enter new kid and basketball superstar Derek de la Rosa. He is very cute, very talented, and very much has his eye on Michie, no matter how invisible she believes herself to be.

When Michie's mother unexpectedly reaches out to make amends, and with her scholarship deadlines looming, Michie must choose whether to reopen old wounds or close the door on her past. And as she spends more time with Derek, she'll have to decide how much of her heart she is willing to share. Because while Michie may not know who she is, she's starting to realize who she wants to become, if only she can take a chance on Derek, on herself, and on her future. 

Love Radio by Ebony LaDelle 

Prince Jones is the guy with all the answers—or so it seems. After all, at seventeen, he has his own segment on Detroit’s popular hip-hop show, Love Radio, where he dishes out advice to the brokenhearted.

Prince has always dreamed of becoming a DJ and falling in love. But being the main caretaker for his mother, who has multiple sclerosis, and his little brother means his dreams will stay just that and the only romances in his life are the ones he hears about from his listeners. Until he meets Dani Ford.

Dani isn’t checking for anybody. She’s focused on her plan: ace senior year, score a scholarship, and move to New York City to become a famous author. But her college essay keeps tripping her up and acknowledging what’s blocking her means dealing with what happened at that party a few months ago. And that’s one thing Dani can’t do.

When the romantic DJ meets the ambitious writer, sparks fly. Prince is smitten, but Dani’s not looking to get derailed. She gives Prince just three dates to convince her that he’s worth falling for. Three dates for the love expert to take his own advice, and just maybe change two lives forever. 

Whiteout by Dhonielle Clayton, Tiffany D. Jackson, Nic Stone, Angie Thomas, Ashley Woodfolk, Nicola Yoon

Atlanta is blanketed with snow just before Christmas, but the warmth of young love just might melt the ice in this novel of interwoven narratives, Black joy, and cozy, sparkling romance—by the same unbeatable team of authors who wrote the New York Times bestseller Blackout!

As the city grinds to a halt, twelve teens band together to help a friend pull off the most epic apology of her life. But will they be able to make it happen, in spite of the storm?

No one is prepared for this whiteout. But then, we can’t always prepare for the magical moments that change everything.

From the bestselling, award-winning, all-star authors who brought us Blackout—Dhonielle Clayton, Tiffany D. Jackson, Nic Stone, Angie Thomas, Ashley Woodfolk, and Nicola Yoon—comes another novel of Black teen love, each relationship within as unique and sparkling as Southern snowflakes. 

Reggie and Delilah's Year of Falling by Elise Bryant

Delilah always keeps her messy, gooey insides hidden behind a wall of shrugs and yeah, whatevers. She goes with the flow—which is how she ends up singing in her friends’ punk band as a favor, even though she’d prefer to hide at the merch table.

Reggie is a D&D Dungeon Master and self-declared Blerd. He spends his free time leading quests and writing essays critiquing the game under a pseudonym, keeping it all under wraps from his disapproving family.

These two, who have practically nothing in common, meet for the first time on New Year’s Eve. And then again on Valentine’s Day. And then again on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s almost like the universe is pushing them together for a reason.

Delilah wishes she were more like Reggie—open about what she likes and who she is, even if it’s not cool. Except . . . it’s all a front. Reggie is just role-playing someone confident. The kind of guy who could be with a girl like Delilah.

As their holiday meetings continue, the two begin to fall for each other. But what happens once they realize they’ve each fallen for a version of the other that doesn’t really exist? 

Chaos Theory by Nic Stone

Scars exist to remind us of what we've survived.

DETACHED

Since Shelbi enrolled at Windward Academy as a senior and won't be there very long, she hasn't bothered making friends. What her classmates don't know about her can't be used to hurt her--you know, like it did at her last school.

WASTED

Andy Criddle is not okay. At all.

He's had far too much to drink.

Again. Which is bad.

And things are about to get worse.

When Shelbi sees Andy at his lowest, she can relate. So she doesn't resist reaching out. And there's no doubt their connection has them both seeing stars . . . but the closer they get, the more the past threatens to pull their universes apart. 

My Week with Him by Joya Goffney

After a painful betrayal by her sister and a heated argument with their mother, Nikki is kicked out of her home. She decides to flee to California to pursue her dream music career.

When her best friend, Malachai, discovers her plan, he begs her to spend the remainder of spring break with him, so he can show her all the reasons she should stay in Texas. But their plans are interrupted when Nikki’s little sister, Vae, goes missing. Nikki is forced to work alongside her difficult mother, while navigating her budding romantic feelings for Malachai, as they all set off in search of Vae.

Over the course of a week, Nikki finds the love she’s always been missing, but will it be enough to convince her to stay in Texas?

#black history month #weneeddiversebooks #black love

[minaramen]

Nagi Rokuya - 16 Idol Album - Part 3: Threads of seven colors that connect all of us

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Nagi: Since I didn’t have much freedom as a child, the moments I spent with my brother were very special to me

Nagi: As we grew up, both me and my brother became more and more busy and we spent less and less time together. However, the one I told you…

Nagi: Is an important memory that I will never forget

Yamato: His Highness reading for you, the very same man we met… it’s hard to imagine, but apparently it really happened

Iori: Certainly a heartwarming, cute picture of him with Rokuya san doesn’t really come to my mind

Sogo: And the book you were reading was “The Little Prince”

Mitsuki: You idiots, he’s Nagi’s big brother! No matter what, Nagi will always be important to him

Tamaki: He was pretty clumsy, wasn’t he? I mean, Setocchi

Riku: You were playing online together recently, right?

Nagi: Yes, we played Shogi

Yamato: Shogi?! Can that guy even understand the rules?!

Nagi: Fufu…I’ve heard that Bernard trained him

Mitsuki: I see…so he isn’t only taking care of a kingdom, he also put all his effort in doing something with Nagi

Sogo: Why did he choose Shogi? I mean, there are similarities between Shogi and political affairs…

Iori: Yes, there are many other online game he could have chosen

Nagi:...because my mother loved it. Shogi. My brother didn’t actually tell me the reason behind this choice, but…I think that’s why

Tamaki: I see, your mum…

Riku: Ooh, I see…it’s kinda moving, isn’t it? Knowing about Seth san and Nagi before, in North Meir

Yamato: I’m relieved that you get along again, just like when you were children

Nagi: …No!

Riku&Mitsuki&Iori&Yamato&Sogo&Tamaki: What?!

Nagi: He threw a fit and hung up the call just because he was losing. Before we started he told me to go easy on him, since it was the first time he played

Nagi: Since there has been no apology yet, we’ll continue this cold war a little longer

Mitsuki: C-cold war…

Iori: You know, hearing you guys talking about a cold war makes my blood freeze, since it sounds like a national matter

Tamaki: Y-you need to reconcile! Should we send some ousama puddings to North Meir, as a sign of reconciliation

Yamato: Let’s send some Japanese sake as well. It’s damn cold, over there. We could tell him some hot sake would be amazing

Nagi:...fufu, it’s okay. We already know how to reconcile. Thank you, guys

Nagi: We’re just having fun experiencing things that we couldn’t do when we were children

Mitsuki: You couldn’t even have a quarrel, right?

Iori:...so, just watching over you is okay?

Nagi: Yes! Just like horse riding, we’re slowly matching our paces

 Riku: Horse riding…oh, during “Welcome to the kids room” you actually showed a picture of you and Seth san riding horses! 

Nagi: Yes. He didn’t use his spare moments only to read me a book. We also went horse riding together, and sometimes he also helped me with studying

Nagi: The time I could spend with my brother meant everything to me

Sogo:...In these moments, you can only wish this time to last forever, to be allowed to stay in that sparkling dimension for the rest of your life…

Nagi: Yes. Just like every musical score ends at some point, even a novel needs to come to an end

Nagi: I wanted those beloved moments to last for the rest of eternity

Nagi: However, I eventually lost sight of what was essential to me. Just like it happened in “The Little Prince”, one day I grew up and I lost sight of what was essential to me

Tamaki: But what kind of book is that? Is it the story of a prince living on a planet?

Riku: Well…it’s the story of a Little Prince living on his little planet. At some point, he fights with his beloved rose and goes on a trip

Riku: It’s supposed to be a children’s book, but if you read it when you’re an adult you can understand so many things…it’s really…really deep

Nagi: The Little Prince experiences many different encounters during his trip, each of which teaches him something. The most important theme of the book is that “the essential is invisible to the eye”

Yamato: The essential is invisible to the eye…

Iori: It’s different from the impression I initially got from the title, but apparently it's a book which is loved and read by people of all ages

Mitsuki: There are many things I can sympathize with, maybe because I am now an adult

Nagi: Yes. There are experiences that everybody has, sooner or later

Nagi: Anger, jealousy, resentment, hate…all these feelings imprison one’s heart and make them incapable of seeing what’s really important

Nagi: I don’t want that to happen to me once again…I know how essential  you guys are, to me

Nagi: It’s invisible to the eye, but I know they do exist inside my heart… threads of seven colors that connect all of us

Sogo: Seven colors… they’re threads that nobody can break

Tamaki: There’s no reason for these threads to break, Nagicchi!

Iori: Even if it happens, we will do whatever it takes to find each other again. Even on the opposite side of the world

Yamato: You know, Nagi, I expected you to be some kind of quiet, snobbish dude…but I was wrong

Nagi: What…?

Yamato: You’re the kind of dude who immediately offers his help when somebody isn’t doing well

Yamato: When you were the one who wasn’t doing well you just backed out and went to North Meir all alone. That day, I reflected a lot

Yamato: I had been spoiled by your kindness, by your careful heart. That’s why I’m watching you now, Nagi

Mitsuki: Even if you don’t feel okay, we will always be here for you. Just be sure to hold the link tight, okay?

Mitsuki: Because I will be here to help you, no matter what, as many time as you need

Nagi: Yamato, Mitsuki…

Tamaki: Unfair! I also want to do some kind of speech where I say how amazing Nagicchi is!

Riku: Me too, me too!

Sogo: Ah, me too…

Iori: W-well…me too…

Nagi: Oh…! Apparently, there is no place I could hide even if I ran away! You can start, then, Iori!

Iori: M-me…? Well…

Iori:...I will never forget…the night of the Music Fest…you sang and danced, just to make us smile…

Tamaki: When I used to act selfishly, y’know, at first, you never got angry at me, and we did many things together and you seemed the one who enjoyed spending time with me the most… that made me so happy

Sogo: You were the one telling me that “Dear Butterfly” would have been a song loved and treasured by everybody. Thanks to you, I could really appreciate myself

Riku: You told me to sing the precious songs written by Sakura san as the center. When our voices shake a bit during the lives, you’re the first to help us by improvising something 

Yamato: By doing so you keep us connected, Nagi

Yamato: If you stay with us, we will never lose sight of each other

Nagi: Fufu…I’m about to cry…

Nagi: The magic that makes me smile…something that can compete even with Kokona, is definitely the idols’ magic

Riku: That’s right! The seven of us definitely use a lot of magic in order to make our fans smile!

Nagi: Wah…! We’re magical girls…!

Tamaki: Mahou Shoujo Magical★Ainana?

Iori: Please, stop. You’re giving me more than one reason to get angry

Yamato: Can it at least make me younger? This kind of magic

Mitsuki: Younger, mh? Old man!

Yamato: Just a little bit. A little bit

Sogo: It’s not that we can really practise magic, so… how about Young Idols★Sing a song and dance Ainana?

Tamaki: Ahah! Super!

Iori: Please, stop, Osaka san. I thought you were the one suggesting that Idolish7 would have been a good name for us

Riku: How cool…! Which one do you prefer, Nagi?!

Nagi: Okay, bring me a switch bottom! I’m ready to hear more options! 

Yamato: Ah, I’ll be your scribe

Iori: Ah… you’ve just stolen the best role one can get from this situation…

Mitsuki: Did you really hate the idea of proposing something so much that you even applied for writing? You’re a damn dirty player,  old man!

Yamato: What are you saying? Of course it’s because I’m the leader. It’s the kind of role where you need to watch over the others without interfering 

Tamaki: Yes! How about me?! What other roles are there?

Nagi: I nominate you vice-president of the commission! The president, of course, is me!

Tamaki: Wow! Sounds cool!

Sogo: What kind of commission is that…?

Riku: Well, it must be the commission to settle a special name for Idolish7…?

Iori: I’m sure that just Idolish7 is more than fine

Nagi *thinking*:.....Haruki. Thank you for leading me to Japan

Nagi *thinking*: Because even if the relationship with my brother is what it is, I still have my friends

Nagi: Hoo..! This meeting will last until tomorrow morning! Be prepared!

Riku&Tamaki: Yay!

Mitsuki&Iori&Yamato&Sogo: Y-yay-...?

Nagi *thinking*:  If you asked me now, “Are you happy?”, I would not hesitate in answering…

Nagi: This will be a very, very happy night…!

End

Next up: Momo’s Winter Date

#16idolalbum #nagi rokuya #idolish7translation #Idolish7

[nicka-nell]

Prompt Event

Request: @solelytobios​ CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 FOLLOWERS MISS GURL!!! I’m still fairly new to the blog and tumblr in general but I love your work 🥺 🤍 I was wondering if you could please do tobio angst and possibly include prompts 12, 33, & 44 from the list? That would be utterly amazing 

Hi Blue :))

Thank you for your kind words, that’s so sweet of you. ♥ I hope you like tumblr and that you enjoy everything here and especially the incredibly nice community. Of course! But I have to say that I had trouble making this really like something you call ‘angst fic’. ;-; Buuut I hope you like it anyway and that there is enough angst for you. ♥ Stay healthy and safe and have fun on tumblr :)).

Prompt Event  | Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x reader Words: 2.598 Warning: angst

Promots: 12. You’ve shown me what love can feel like. 33. We’re not just friends and you fucking know it. 44. Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!

You can’t help but giggle when you watch at the face in front of you, which looks desperately into his workbook and smashes his arms over his head. Who gives everything at volleyball with ambition. Who from the fingertips to his feet is fully concentrated.

But when it comes to school, it’s all gone. All you see is a pile of misery when you look in his direction. Recognize the despair in his face. But it’s not just this, what makes you laugh.

It’s all about Kageyama that makes you kind of happy. His smile, his uncomplicated, honest manner and his proud grin, which he wears in all his games when his team has scored a point.

It was a slow process but more and more you noticed that Kageyama not only makes you laugh, but also makes your heart beat faster every time he appears before you, when he hits slightly from behind against your back, with a straw in his mouth begins to mumble and says hello to you. When he looks at you with sparkling eyes, when you got one of the last gun-gun yogurts for him so that he can eat it. With every touch, every word, every breath, he turns your head.

“Can we take a break?” Brings you Kageyama’s sound back to the present. Still smiling, you nod, now put your book out of your hands before you fold your hands on his wooden table and place your head on it, imitate Kageyama and watch him in the eyes.

Long time you say nothing, are drawn into his spell by his deep blue eyes until they close at some point while you see how Kageyama’s body moves up and down quietly. As he slowly begins to breathe more deeply, sinking into the world of dreams.

Your gaze wanders from his eyes to his lips, which smile slightly at you. What it’s like to kiss those lips? To feel how soft they are? Immersed in your mind, you lean towards him, coming so close to him with your face.

But just before you can kiss him, he opens his eyes again, stares at you with large pupils, but does not move. “What are you doing dumbass?” he mumbles. Scared, you dodge, notice how your cheeks are starting to glow.

You quickly lick your thumb to press it against Kageyama’s face and pretend to wipe ink off of his face. “Ehhh… There was a stain!” Your voice sounds in an unusually high tone. But Kageyama only pushes your hand away and then rubs his cheek.

“Hey, dumbass, stop it! How would you like it if I licked your face?” He grumbles, and before you can answer him, he holds your head with his hands and moistens your cheek with his tongue.

“Ah Tobio, stop it!” You laugh when you try to dodge him and fall on the ground with the man in front of you. With a dull sound he lands on you, squeezing your upper body with his before he stares at you with slightly reddish cheeks and falls silent.

His hair tickles your forehead, and now you see nothing but Kageyama. Again you look at each other, jet you have the feeling that if he moves a bit in your direction, he could hear your heart loudly.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes and straightens up, pulls you up with a jerk, before he scratches the back of his head and looks to the side. “It’s late, isn’t it? You should go home.”  He just stutters, and aims his gaze at the room door.

Somewhat irritated, you look at his wall clock, nod as you see how late it is and leave him with a fleeting goodbye. Because if you stay with him another second, your heart will explode.

The next few weeks are flying by, you are still doing something together almost every day, laughing a lot, as if this incident had never happened a few weeks ago.

Today you are alone again, lying together in Kageyama’s bed and watching a volleyball match of the Japanese youth team against the Argentine youth team on his laptop. He clamped a pillow between his back and the wall, drawed you into his lap, so that you lay between his legs on his chest, his arms bound around your upper body like a belt.

You feel his heartbeat on your back, how it beats faster than usual. Almost in line with yours. It hurts to know that Kageyama is your best friend, but that you’re actually acting like a couple.

Is it normal to lie in bed like this when you’re just friends? If it’s better to ask him how he feels, or do you destroy your friendship with this question?

His breath lays down on your skin like a veil as he suddenly presses his head against your temple. “Kageyama? What would happen if we were together?” It comes out of you dull, and at the same time you regret your question.

“Together? But we are together dumbass… Or do you have a twin sister you always send to me so you don’t have to come here?” You should have known that Kageyama misunderstood the question that he doesn’t directly understand what you’re trying to ask.

Relief but also a stabbing pain spreads in your body. “Hehe yes, you are right. I’m a dummy.” You laugh a little embarrassed, but notice how your false smile does not convince even Kageyama.

The grip around your shoulders becomes looser, he straightens up again and looks at you with his blue eyes questioning. Doesn't talk to you, just stares.

For a blink of an eye, you decide whether you should tell him to go home now, or to stay, before you turn to him. But unless you can say anything, Kageyama holds your chin, watches at you seriously as he slowly comes towards you, fixating your tender lips.

You have the feeling that your heart rings five beats faster, that your body has reached a temperature that is anything but human. But just before his lips find yours, loud cheering sounds from his laptop, as the Argentinean team has won the first set.

“Arrg I can’t believe it! Ushijima should finally use his hands for blocking and not just for attacking mmpf!” He shouts angry through the room and goes annoyed through his hair. Sulking he looks at the screen, almost as if he has forgotten that you are there.

“What an annoying game.” He mumbles, before he leans back against the wall and pulls you back into his arms, as if the previous moment didn’t happen at all. Like he didn’t want to kiss you a second ago.

Silently, you let him hold you, are okay with the fact that he won’t try to kiss you again, because it’s clear to you now that he feels the same way you do for him. When the next break is coming up, you set yourself the goal to ask him another time, and this time hopefully also get the kiss he almost gave you a second before.

But at the beginning of the next break, you are already sleeping deep and firm in his arms. Even Kageyama falls asleep after the victory of the Japanese youth team, doesn’t mind that you lie in his arms.

The next morning he wakes up first, is tense, because he has lain badly. Just sees your body connect his and you slumbering peacefully. Actually, it’s not such a bad sight to see you so calmly. To know that you don’t just open your mouth and whine about something stupid to him. Unconsciously, he begins to smile.

Carefully he tries to shake you awake, but you only turn around in his arms, lay your temple to his chest as you start to murmur quietly to yourself. “I love you Tobio.” Your words sound softly, kissing Kageyama’s ears.

He falls silent, doesn’t move a bit, almost doesn’t breathe anymore to really make sure you don’t wake up now. Did you just say you loved him? What exactly do you mean by that? How can you speak of love when you are friends?

You guys are friends, right? After all, you’re always there for him. You are the person he likes and always has at his side who doesn’t bother or annoy him. But you’re just friends… right?

Would he like to know what it’s like to kiss you? Maybe, yes. Does he like to feel your closeness? He would lie if he said no, but if you then speak directly of love? What if he doesn’t love you? When he realizes that it’s only enough for a friendship and in the end lose you as his girlfriend and best friend?

He has to come up with something now… And if it means that he has to do something that you hate him, just to forget that you love him, he will do it. Because nothing is worse than losing a person that is so important to him.

It’s best to think about everything… But first he has to wake you up.

“Hey, dumbass, get up and go home. You’ve been here too long.” He wakes you up rudely and makes you jump up, tired of rubbing your eyes. “Tobio, you idiot! Can’t you say that a little nicer?” You hiss, before you reach out and look at the clock.

It’s really way too late, you should just pack up and go home before anyone else worries about you. Quickly you pack your things, say goodbye to him and go home.

Several weeks go by, almost months in which you do less with Kageyama, in which he has less time, almost distancing himself from you. Last week, you only got one message from him. At home he was never to be found and also otherwise he completely disappeared out of your grid.

But this time you will stand at his doorstep, waiting for him to come back to confront him. And after more than two hours, you see him. Laughing and moving slowly to the door, still hasn't noticed you.

But he is not alone, in his arms is another woman. A girl you don’t know. Jet she’s so familiar with him. Holding him like you always did, looking at him the way you looked at him, and driving him through his soft hair like you used to.

He still doesn’t notice you when he stops and looks at this girl. Tentatively caresses her cheek, places a strand of hair behind her ear, before he bends down to her and gives her a tender kiss. A kiss you thought was meant for you.

A bittersweet feeling is floating your body. Takes you almost the air to breathe away, when you notice how your eyes are getting warmer. Warmer since crystal gleaming tears form in them. Tears running silently down your cheeks.

The girl walks away, when Kageyama also sets in motion, watching briefly at this girl, before he looks forward petrified when he sees you.

Your face filled with tears makes him angry. For a moment, he wants to know why you’re sad, who made you unhappy, and who is responsible for you crying bitterly. But then he remembers it’s him. That’s why you look at him like that.

You just want to run past him, run away from him, when he instinctively grabs you by the wrist and stops you. He doesn’t even know why his body was acting like that when he knows you don’t want to see him now.

At least he doesn’t want to admit it, but right now he knows best why his body works against his mind. Why his body won’t let you go. Understands secretly why he didn’t feel anything when the girl kissed him today, why she wasn’t important to him. Why that kiss he gave her earlier even pissed him off.

“What the hell, Kageyama? Who is that girl? Why did you kiss her?” You yell at him.

Kageyama, not Tobio, what a slap in the face. A slap that enters deeper, hits a point in his body that now hurts more than a real slap in the face. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” You still yell at him.

I know. But “I’m sorry.” is the only thing that leaves his mouth. Jet he leaves your wrist, looks at you dumb.

“Oh you’re sorry, yes? Are you blind, Kageyama? Are you that blind? So naive?” Your voice still trembles as you see him blurred before you, looking at you emotionless.

“I’m sorry.”

“Really Kageyama? Then why did you do that? Can’t you see what we both have? Can’t you feel that this isn’t a normal friendship we have? Isn’t it obvious to you?” Your last words are barely heard, your voice so fragile. Fails almost at the last word. But Kageyama’s gaze does not change. Still looks emotionless like before.

It is. But “I’m sorry.” again leaves his mouth.

In you, anger, grief and hatred boils. “You know, Kageyama, I wish I could hate you, but I fucking love you, you idiot!” Your fists find their way to his chest, pounding on it. Won’t make Kageyama move away from you at any moment.

Because he’s letting you take all your anger out on him, that he’s the scapegoat. That he gets what he deserves now that he’s made you so unhappy.

“I’m sorry.”

“Can’t you think of anything else then I’m sorry?” Your crying eyes look at him full of hate.

“I’m s-”

“No, shut up, shut up! Why are you doing this to me, Kageyama?” You want to know from him when you sniff and try to stop your runny nose.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re dumbfounded how few words he finds after ignoring you, meeting someone else now, not even telling you about it. You thought for a moment that he loved you when he was the one who wanted to kiss you several weeks ago. But you were wrong.

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like. Disgusting, painful and wrong!” You say in a trembling voice that it is quieter than before, but you can hear the disappointment in it even from a distance.

“I’m sorry.”

“I hate you Kageyama, I hate you! Don’t call me, don’t text me, just leave me alone.” You sniff this lie, while your voice gives in to every word more and more, loses strength and becomes more shaky.

I won't, I won’t, I will.

With your chilly hands you wipe away the tears from your eyes. Don’t want Kageyama to see you like this for another second. Without even saying another word, you turn around, this time you won’t be stopped by Kageyama when your legs move away from him and leave him alone in the cold.

Kageyama Tobio, your best friend, your crush, is nothing now. What does he think he is, this Kageyama Tobio…? Just another idiot.

You, his best friend, the only woman he didn’t want to lose completely, whose friendship was more important to him than anything else. A friendship he did not want to lose out of selfishness, did not want to risk a friendship that is obviously more than just a friendship… Not there anymore.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you.”  

His voice is so quiet, so calm, that even he hardly understands it while he looks at your silhouette, which slowly disappears in the distance, just as it is best for a lonely king.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kageyama x reader #tobio x reader #nelas500

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Unconditional Love pt. 2

(Rantaro Amami x Reader)

It had nearly been 3 months since your emotional breakdown in front of Rantaro, and ever since that night, if it was even possible, Rantaro had been paying even more attention to you than before. He was essentially taking the roles of loving boyfriend, protective older brother, and doting mother all at the same time.

Whenever he had an early morning shift at work, you would always wake up to hot pancakes and freshly brewed coffee on your nightstand right next to where you slept. You scarfed it all down every time. Rantaro was an amazing cook, his pancakes were always made with so much love, and he only ever made them for you, which made it extra special. As far as the coffee goes, Rantaro had spent the first year of you two living together working on the perfect coffee for you, he would use different beans each time and use different amounts of cream and sugar, and even tested out all the flavors of cream he could find, and he would study your facial expressions as you drank the coffee very carefully, just so he could figure out what combination was perfect for you.

Knowing that he went through all this trouble to treat you like royalty made you feel amazing, but also selfish at the same time, you wanted to express appreciation for everything he’s done for you over the years. For once, you wanted to make him feel special.

It was another early morning shift for him at work, and like always, you woke up to the perfect breakfast, Rantaro’s special pancakes and the coffee that he spent a year perfecting just for you. After you ate your breakfast, you decided that you would get to work. You decided you would start by going to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Since Rantaro worked at the only grocery store in your small town, you drove 45 minutes away to the city since you didn’t want Rantaro to have a clue that you were planning on surprising him.

Once you got to the store it hit you, you had no idea what you were even planning for him in the first place! You panicked, you ran through the store looking for something, anything that would make him smile, until it hit you. You knew exactly what you were going to do for him.

Rantaro was very close with his little sisters growing up, and after you and Rantaro graduated high school, you two moved very far away from your hometown. Rantaro hadn’t seen his sisters in years. So you decided you would surprise him. You recalled one of his sisters being a pretty good cook, and you also recalled that Rantaro’s favorite dish growing up was his sister’s homemade curry. You decided to give her a call.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to talk to you! How’s life with Rantaro going? Is he treating you well? I always told him that you were the one. AND I WAS RIGHT!!!”

“Haha hey! It’s really nice to talk to you too! Life is going great by the way! I was just calling because I have a question for you.”

“Anything for you! Ask away!”

“What was the recipe for that curry that Rantaro loved so much growing up?”

“Ooh Y/N, if I tell you I’ll have to kill you!”

You were slightly annoyed at that response until...

“Just kidding! I’ll text it to you right now! I’m gonna let you go Y/N, tell Rantaro that we all love and miss him TONS!”

“I will, thanks!”

The phone call came to an end and a couple minutes later, you got a text from Rantaro’s sister not only including the recipe for her curry, but very detailed instructions on how to make it.

“Score.” You said under your breath. You ran across the store picking out each ingredient, until your shopping cart was filled with everything you needed to make Rantaro his special dinner.

You checked out and drove home. On your way home, you got a phone call from Rantaro.

“Hey precious, just calling to let you know that I’ll be home a little early today! Business is pretty slow today, so our boss is letting us all leave.”

“O-oh... okay! See you soon babe! I love you!”

“I love you more angel.”

After that phone call, you started to panic. You had two options, speed home and risk getting into an accident, or ruin the surprise you had planned. Even though it went against everything you stood for, you sped home.

Thankfully, you made it back to your apartment safely, and when you got up to your apartment room, Rantaro was nowhere to be found.

“Perfect.” You thought to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen holding 2 heavy bags of ingredients for this curry. You spent the next hour and a half preparing the curry, and Rantaro still wasn’t home yet, you started to get worried.

Another 30 minutes went by and the curry was now on a plate, ready to be eaten. Still no sign of Rantaro. Your anxiety started to kick in as you began to pace around your apartment wondering if anything happened to him. You were so scared that he wasn’t going to make it home safely.

That is until, you heard keys jiggling at the door. You ran to the front door as fast as your legs would take you. When Rantaro opened the door, you hugged him as tight as you could.

“Aw love, I’m sorry to make you worry, there was so much traffic on the way home.” Rantaro felt so guilty, he knew you got anxious really easily, and he hated to see you worried, he wishes that he would’ve called you to let you know that the traffic was gonna slow him down. He instantly starting beating himself up mentally. Until you spoke up.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you made it back safely.” You said with a smile. You noticed Rantaro begin to sniff the delicious aroma that was filling your apartment, he put his hands on his hips and said: “Now, I want to know what that smell is! It smells delicious!”

“Oh! I decided to prepare dinner for us tonight! Since you do so much for me, I wanted to repay you somehow!” You said looking up at him. You took your boyfriend over to the table, and when he saw what was on his plate, you could see his green eyes sparkle with tears threatening to fall.

“Oh Y/N... you did this... for me?” Rantaro was very emotional already, before even trying the dish you made. “Of course! I spent all day preparing! Now hurry up and eat before it gets cold!” You scolded. Rantaro did as he was told. He sat down in his chair and began to eat. A couple minutes later, he was sitting there with a clean plate, he stood up and walked over to you and gave you one of his amazing hugs.

“You really went through all this trouble to make me happy... Y/N... I don’t know what to say...” You returned his hug almost immediately and you said: “I did it because I love you! You’ve done so much for me throughout the years, you’ve picked me up when I was down, you always make me feel safe when my anxiety is acting up, you’re the only person in my life who I’ve ever felt this much love for and I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me.” You said with a smile. You could hear quiet sobs coming from Rantaro as he picked you up off the ground and started attacking your face with soft kisses. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to be with you, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I love you so much Y/N.”

THE END.

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I really enjoyed writing this! I really thought that the story was incomplete with part one, so I wanted to make a part two that was the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed! I’m such a sucker for the wholesome slice of life genre. I hope you enjoy it! (Also btw I still have like, 2 more parts planned for this)

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Taichi and Juza x Intimidating! Insecure! reader

Taichi

We all know how much trouble Taichi always had with fitting until Mankai. 

He sometimes sees how you have difficulty in school socializing with others.

He doesn’t get it at first? He has only seen you from afar but he thinks you are cool??

Hears comments about your intimidating aspect. Still doesn’t get it.

Decides to invite you to have lunch with Tenma, Juza and himself.

You are unsure but end up going.

Becomes a routine? They accept you and that’s all you needed

Taichi’s heart goes full doki doki when he sees you happier about yourself

Taichi had noticed it before, but now he could confirm that whenever he was doing P.E outside, he saw you staying away from others. That day your class was doing football and you were put as the goalkeeper. So far, no one had gotten close to it.

“Nanao, can’t find the baseball?”

Taichi turned to his own classmate “Ah, sorry!” his class was in the middle of a match and he had gone to retrieve it.

“Y/N, uh” the same classmates followed his line of sight “They have quite the glare.”

Taichi tilted his head. What glare? He just thought it was weird seeing you alone in a class like P.E. He had always thought you looked cool when he passed you by the hallways though, so mysterious and all, maybe he could attract girls if he did that!

More classmates arrived, thinking the ball was lost too, ending making comments with you as the main subject.

“Ah, that’s the famous Y/N from B class, right?”

“No wonder no one’s trying to score..”

Taichi looked around, still confused “Famous? Did they do something?”

“Most likely…? I don’t know though”

“I mean, it’s not like they have weird rumors like that Hyodo guy but… they make me feel uncomfortable”

Without thinking twice, that very same day, Taichi found himself in front of you during lunch break.

“Do you need anything?”

“H-hi! Sorry uh…” he played with his hands. You were frowning so much it looked like Sakyo when he lectured him for doing something wrong. Suddenly the idea of coming right up at you didn’t seem as good. Mostly because he didn’t want to be a bother.

Maybe you preferred to be alone?

He looked at you again beginning to apologize and leave when he noticed it. Yes, you were frowning and sure, it must have looked scary from the outside… but you had been waiting patiently for him to speak. Taichi swallowed down his nerves.

“Well, uh, I hope it’s not weird b-but…! I saw you in P.E and you looked really cool! Wait no, that’s uh…!” he notices your frown increased. Ugh, why was he stuttering so much? “So, uh, d-do you want you to have lunch outside!?”

Even though the boy had shouted the invitation so much your own classmates had turned, you still couldn’t believe your ears.

“Aren’t you… afraid of me?” the questions came out without you wanting to. You saw him closing and opening his mouth, trembling.

“S-SHOULD I?”

Lifting your head scandalized at him, you moved your hands frantically “NO! No, no! I don’t-!” you put both of your hands on your lap, trying to calm down “I, um, don’t get many invitations, so I got... surprised”

You were sure you were blushing hard form the embarrassment.

“Oh!” Taichi smiled at you, now breathing relieved. Then everything was okay in his book! He really wanted to get to know you better now “Then want to come? I’m sure everyone will be happy too!”

“I…”

Everyone?

                                           .........……………………..

“Ey, guys! Brought someone to have lunch with us, this is Y/N!”

Tenma and Juza stopped talking as they both processed what he had just said, directing then their gazes at you. You didn’t move. 

“Uh… hi” the summer troupe leader waved, a bit uncomfortable seeing you not responding. Juza simply nodded.

You were a mess, feeling your eyebrows frowning as you always did when you got nervous. This could not get worse. He was friends with THE Sumeragi Tenma and THE Hyodo Juza??

“Come Y/N, it’s okay!” he smiled at you warmly, sitting with them and looking at you to copy him and sit as well.

Tenma was confused. He didn’t expect Taichi to bring people to their lunch breaks. However, if Taichi had brought you, it should mean something.

He tried to casually make up small talk “…You are in class B, right?”

You nodded in silence as you sat close to the redhead. How did he know? What were you supposed to say? You noticed a glare coming towards you. Juza Hyodo. You tried to avoid him when something on his lap caught your attention too. You both stood in silence.

“Uh, guys…?” Taichi didn’t really understand what was happening. He looked at Tenma to get help but he also looked like he was at a loss. The autumn member suddenly gasped, you two weren’t enemies or anything right?!

“…those rolled omelettes look good”

Oh. You looked down your lunchbox “I… was going to say the same thing about your melon bread”

Tenma and Taichi sighed together

“You two scared the life out of me!” Tenma scolded you two as he leaned on the tree, closing his eyes.

Taichi put his hand on his chest. Looks like you both were just interested in food. He looked more carefully at your lunch “Juza-san’s right! That looks really good! You made them, Y/N?”

“Y-yeah, I like cooking so…”

“That’s so cool! I sometimes cook too!”

He smiled at you and your heart leaped. That had been one of the first times in a while someone smiled so big at you instead of diverting their eyes.

“Wait, didn’t Tsuzuru have to help you make rice because it took you an hour last time?”

“Ten-chan, you are not supposed to say those things!”

Somehow, the conversation kept going, as well as the days you decided to spend lunch break together. You were speechless at how natural it felt to spend time with Taichi and the others, how it felt like something had been lifted from your chest.

You should have imagined, being yourself the focus of many, but they weren’t like those rumors you heard. Tenma was cooler and Juza kinder than you had expected. None of those boys tried to mind their words around you either or looked intimidated but your looks. They joked around and messed with each other.

You felt yourself enjoying school life for once.

“YOU MADE THIS Y/N?!”

“Should I not have??” you looked worried at the lunch you had brought. You had told them you would bring lunch that day, right?

“I-It’s just looks too good!!” Taichi’s eyes were practically sparkling. He looked at you again “Are you sure?!”

Not being able to hold back, a burst of laughter came out of you, watching him being so melodramatic. Taichi had become a pillar in your daily life and you couldn’t be happier nowadays “Of course I want all of you to try it!”

Juza was about to start eating when he noticed Taichi holding his breath “…Y’ok?”

The redhead turned to him, eyes wide open “Wh-what?! Of course! I…” he couldn’t stop looking at you. Your smile laughing just then had been the most real and most bright thing he had ever seen.

“You look like you are going to pass out”

“They are right Taichi, you are red” you frowned confused.

“Pl-please ignore it!!”

-

Juza

Now it gets more serious

He doesn’t know you personally? But sees you around Veludo Station 

If there’s someone who also knows what it feels like to feel insecure about oneself, it’s this boy

You are nice, so it makes him angry when he sees you dejected

He would usually stay quiet but can’t help wanting to help you feel better about yourself

Just like Mankai helped him

Might ask for help at the dorm?

He listens to you

None of the Mankai students from Ouka public high school took the train to get to school, but they pretty much had to pass in front of the station to get there so Juza already recognized you the first time you two crossed paths that day.

“Shit”

“I’m so sorry, Juza-san! I swear I thought I had put it in my bag last night!”

They were sprinting at full force. They had had to go back to the dorm to get Taichi’s project and Tenma had gone on a shot earlier in the morning, so it wasn’t like they could even ask Igawa to take them with the car.

“Now you don’t look so arrogant, uh?”

Juza stopped on his tracks when he heard the yelling from not so far away and then noticed you. Call it instinct from all of his fights, but he could tell what type the situation was going on.

“Do I have something on my face?”

You gripped the trip of your school bag, trying to calm down. Those two men reeked alcohol. “No, I was just-“

“Then why do you keep glaring at me like that, uh?”

“I was just trying to help the old lady there with her train tickets. It’s almost time and you two were-“

You were in the middle of what looked like a discussion against two adults who had now started raising their voices and moving their hands aggresively around you. People watched from the distance and whispered, but no one seemed to try and stop it.

“You know them, Juza-san?” Taichi approached the boy worried.

The answer was no. He had never talked to you.

It didn’t matter.

“Get goin’… I’ll catch up”

You looked around getting worried. No one seemed to care that two old men were raising their voices at you in the middle of the street. You felt desperate. Was it because of your so-called intimidating looks? Again? You mentally cursed as you tried to push them out of the way “Ok, just let me go and-“

One of them pushed you back “You tryin’ somethin’ now?”

The anger mixed with fear. You decided to start shouting when a boy your age grabbed them by the shoulders and dragged them far from you.

“Got a problem, old men?”

You blinked, not comprehending the current situation. Was he helping you? He also looked like he was up to no good, his voice a mere growl and menacing stare. However, it was directed to them.

“Get out of the way, doesn’t matter to you”

“How ‘bout you two do it before”

Was there going to be a fight? The two men must have noticed it too because they grew quiet, grumbling and looking at each other.

“Relax man… let’s not get nervous”

“Then get the hell out of here”

“Fuck’s up with people’s faces man? Everyone looking damn scary and shit…” both left the station as Juza turned to you. You looked tired.

“… y’ok?”

You jumped when he directed his attention to you “It’s… okay” a small sigh came out of your lips, but you smiled grateful “I’m used to it. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t feel bothered by it by now”

Juza frowned confused. The times he had seen you around you were always helping someone or humming to yourself. You shouldn’t be used to those reactions “What did…” he saw you looking at the ground, a complex expression going on your face that he couldn’t understand “…What did they want from you?”

You shrugged “I... accidentally bumped into them when I was helping an old lady. Apologized but started making a scene when they had a look at my face”

Something in those sentences felt too familiar “…because you look angry” he couldn’t help how it came more as a statement than a question.

You felt the comment going straight through you.

“I… am scary looking. It happens. I try not to stand out but …” you gestured vaguely at the crowd that was already leaving after the scene had been solved “Anyway, I need to go to school. Thanks again”

Juza watched your back as you left to enter inside the station, a knot forming in his guts.

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“Everything okay, Juza-kun?”

The purple-haired boy looked up, leaving aside his thoughts “’night, director”

“I saw you a bit disconnected from practice today” Izumi sat next to him in the garden of the dorm. It was a peaceful night. Some crickets sounded in the distance and most people in the dorm were already in their rooms sleeping.

He thought again about you. He had been going around what he could do. But what? He was just a stranger.

“There’s… this person” Juza mused, unsure. He hadn’t even asked for your name “I see them and uh, know they’re a good person but… they said they look intimidatin’ and, dunno, reminded me of my old days”

He scratched his head. It was confusing him why he felt like this. Izumi smiled and leaned against the bench they were sitting.

“So you are saying they are insecure about their looks” Juza nodded and she sighed “…It’s a tough thing, being in peace with oneself. Especially if you get used to receiving a specific type of response from others”

“I don’t know what to tell’em”

Izumi hummed looking at the night sky “Maybe you shouldn’t try forcing anything. Just being there to support them if something happens and listen to their thoughts can be a good start, I think”

Juza frowned. Would it be that easy? “Think’so?

She smiled, turning back to him “That’s what we did with you, right?”

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The next day he spotted you, you were looking around with a girl crying next to you.

You had found her alone. Thinking she must have been lost, you crouched down to calm her. The moment she looked at you though, she ran away.

“No, wait!” you ran behind her “You’re going to-!”

The kid fell to the ground, looking around bawling. You raised her unaware of a certain autumn member following you “Shhh… it’s okay” you wiggled her. It wasn’t a success.

“Maika!!”

A man came running to you out of breath and you handed the girl to him “Hi, you should be careful, she was-“

You stopped when you saw the look the father gave you as he hugged her. Was… he scared? Did he believe you had tried something?

“They helped. You should be thankful” you heard Juza’s voice from behind.

“Y-you’re right, I’m sorry” the father bowed nervously and held his daughter.

You didn’t respond as they left.

You looked up at the sky. It was stupid. The girl was safe and you should be happy, not feeling like you were about to cry.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered. Juza held his breath until you looked back into his gold orbs, sadness swirling “Do you have a minute…? I just…”

Without saying a word, you both walked to the nearest bench and you sat in trance.

As soon as you locked eyes with him, again. Seeing another pair of daunting but soft eyes, similar to what you wished you had, something in your crumbled.

You started talking. Juza heeded about how tired you were, how you had always struggled to be comfortable with your looks, insecure of your intimidating eyes, of the whispers that followed wherever you went, even when you tried your best to do the opposite.

He didn’t say anything, allowing you to release that emotional vent, even if his first instincts were to deny your mean comments. Minutes later, you had finally calmed down.

“I don’t get why you are so kind to me” your hands were now wrapped around the can Juza brought to you at one point.

He pressed his lips.

“…If I told you, I would probably scare you away”

“Please” you scoffed, scrubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears that had started coming out before. Was he kidding? He had been the highlight of the last few days “You could never scare me”

Juza raised his eyebrows, surprised to hear you sounding so confident. His heart felt lighter “Well, neither could you”

You looked at each other in silence before you offered a small, thankful smile.

“I’m Y/N”

“…Juza Hyodo”

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“can I?!”. she shrieked. winter sighed,

“yes baby you can give him a hug”. scurrying to his side the small girl wrapped her arms around yeonjun’s torso gratefully. yeonjun smiled a bit leaning over to hug her back. he was lucky winter couldn’t stand to see her daughter upset.

because if it was up to her, sarai would never touch or see yeonjun a day in her life.

“tommorow by together back on set in 2!”. the director shouts and yeonjun nods in his direction. He then glances over at winter.

“so? how you been?”.

chewing on the inside of her cheeks winter grows angry at the montage inside her head of her struggling with a child on her own throughout the years. words couldn’t explain the heartbreak she felt.

it was prank, I’d never seriously get in a relationship with your ugly, fat ass.

god winter just wanted to punch him where he was standing. she took Sarai and led her back into the hair and makeup chair while still staring yeonjun dead in his eyes.

“after this, I don’t ever want to speak or see you again choi yeonjun”.

and yeonjun could say something back but he gulps instead, having to be on set within a few seconds.

all in all he understood where she was coming from. he was an asshole back then and if he were her he wouldn’t speak to himself either. but the past was the past and he thought by this time she’d let it go.

and like the inevitable fate yeonjun was assigned to babysit Sarai for the day. He grew fond of the bubbly little girl who had a knack for dancing and singing which he loved the most about her. The both of them played The Michael Jackson Just dance experience game in unison being way too competitive than they were supposed to be but they were having fun.

Yeonjun made his moves smooth and sharp and she tried to outdo him of course making her moves hard and sharp as well. yeonjun laughs, “you think you can beat me huh?”.

“I can try! You’re a really good dancer!”.

“Me?! you’re a good dancer too! I need lessons from you”.

Sarai laughs, “I can teach you!”.

as soon as the song ends yeonjun collapses on the floor tiredly out of breath. he didn’t even check the score board but he could already tell he lost by the way Sarai was cheering.

“Yay!! In your face junnie! that’s what you get!”.

yeonjun laughs at her cuteness. “Fine! You got me this time”.

she cheers a bit more before hopping herself on yeonjun’s tummy, laying down on it as if she was tired also. she was so freaking cute. yeonjun had the urge to play with her thick curly black hair but he thought maybe it was too much? But he felt closer to her in a way, if that made sense.

“can we eat? I’m hungry! geesh!”.

Yeonjun hops to his feet, figuring out of all the members he was probably doing the worst at this whole “babysitting for a day” fiasco. But he was trying his best. he goes into the kitchen and begins taking down ingredients from the cabinet.

“Have you ever cooked korean food before?”. He asked. She stands beside the counter patiently with her arms raised. Yeonjun nods and assist her onto the counter top, she sways her legs as soon as she got up there. She was so lucky really, to be spending time with one of her favorite idols.

“no. my mommy says my dad is Korean. but I’ve never met him and we never do korean stuff”.

Yeonjun pouts his lips a bit, fetching things from the fridge. “I’m sorry about that Sarai. Consider yourself lucky today then. I’m going to show you how to make tteokbokki. One of Korea’s most famous dishes”.

she claps her hands gratefully, “for real?”.

“yes of course”.

“you’re lit”.

yeonjun laughs at her comment. the happiest of feelings swarmed through her chest. she then got an idea but grew a little nervous to ask.

“can you? can you teach me more Korean things too?”.

“yeah! what do you want to know?”.

she ponders for a moment letting her tiny fingers stroke her invisible beard. yeonjun thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

“maybe? Teach me how to say hi in korean!”.

“that’s easy. Say ah-nyong-ha-sè-yo”. he explained, carefully sounding out the syllables.

“Ahh nee..?”. She attempts.

“Ah-nyong!”, yeonjun repeats pointing to his lips.

“Ah-nyong!”. She repeats back. Yeonjun smiles.

“Good job! now say ha-sè-yo”.

“ha!-seyo?”.

“Good!! now say it all together”.

“ah-nyong!-haseyo!”.

“good job!!”. he enthuses raising a hand for her to slap. she smiles kind of proud of herself. besides being in korea with her mother for business ventures that’s the closest she ever got to actually being korean.

“you keep it up, you’ll be better at korean than me”.

“I hope so! I really want to be korean”.

“you want to be korean?”. yeonjun trails off bunching the food together, trying to figure out what she meant.

“yeah! my mommy teaches me black culture all the time. I want to know what it’s like to be korean too”.

yeonjun nods, “I got your back sarai. but just know that even when you aren’t with me you’ll always be korean. alright?”. 

she nods her head yes smiling at him a bit. she was thankful yeonjun was here at least to give her a little taste of her culture. and she meant that quite literally also. because after they were done with the anchovy broth they began slowly stirring the doughy rice cakes inside of it. yeonjun held a spoon up  to her tiny lips carefully, with his hand just below it, letting her taste a bit of what she was in for. 

she hesitantly but surely bit into the rice cake and sipped a bit of the broth along with it. it sparkled her taste buds more than she thought. yeonjun thought it was adorable at how her eyes lit up at the taste. “mmm! this is good! your mommy raised you right”. 

yeonjun laughs trying to figure out where in the hell she got her vocabulary from, “my mother raised me right? what’s that supposed to mean?”. 

“i don’t know my mommy says it”.

“well, being korean, this is one of the most important dishes of your life. this, and there’s also pah-p!”. 

“pap?”. 

“yes. pap is steamed rice in korean. we eat it with almost everything”. 

“so ya’ll just eat regular rice all the time? no seasoning?”.

yeonjun scoffs, not expecting her to say that at all.  “we season our food”.

she smacks her forehead in a relieved manner. “whew! good! I remember once I went over my mommy’s friends house and she didn’t season her food at all!”. 

yeonjun laughs. “what did it taste like?”. he asked anticipating her answer. 

“nothing! air!”.

yeonjun tilts his head back and chuckles while taking down a couple of bowls and two metal pairs of chopsticks. he brings it to the counter carefully and places a good amount of broth, cheese, and rice cakes into each. except he never knew how much a little girl could eat so he gave her a small bit for now. 

but she whined. 

“no! I want as much as you have junnie. you want me to starve?”,

“really? you sure you can eat all that?”. 

she nods assuringly and yeonjun was quite surprised. “wow, you eat like me”. she giggles as he give her another spoonful of the meal. she got more comfortable on the countertop so yeonjun figured maybe she felt more comfortable eating in the kitchen. he sat his bowl next to hers. he swiftly grabs the rice cake with his chopsticks and blows on it softly. but he couldn’t help but notice her using two hands eagerly chasing a piece of rice cake around with the both of them. 

he chuckles. “you use one hand. like this--”.

he places his hand over hers, “it’s kind of like you’re gripping a pen or pencil. put your middle finger in between. put your pinky and index finger under, place your thumb across them both and let your pointer finger grip the first one”. he says,one by one he adjusts each of her fingers.

“ta da!”. he exclaims at the finishing product and she smiles. “so I just grab them? like this?”. she asks, sticking her tongue out of her lips as she focused to grip the rice cake with the tips of the chopsticks. which she did perfectly. 

“high five!”. she happily raises her hand to slap his.  “period!”. she yells. yeonjun furrows a brow, 

“period?”. 

“yeah! you don’t listen to city girls? my mommy listens to city girls sometimes. they say it all the time!”. 

“city girls? no i’ve never listened to them but thank you for the song recommendation”. 

at last, she finally got a taste of tteokbokki and it’s fullness. she loved it more than anything, especially the stringy cheese. 

with her mouth still full she speaks. “do you have kids junnie?”. she questions getting the broth all over her lips and cheeks.

the camera men who seemed to be enjoying the two way more than they should’ve. they’ve been laughing at her this whole time. they thought sarai and yeonjun were the cutest duo. 

“woah! you shouldn’t speak with a full mouth”. jun laughs before grabbing a nearby tissue and swipes her cheeks and lips clean. “but no I don’t. I think I’m too young to have kids. don’t you think so?”. 

“no! I think you can have kids if you really want to. and they can be rich and good looking kpop stars like you!”.

he chuckles. “really? I don’t think I’d make my kid be a kpop star”. 

“why not?”. 

“because it’s a lot of work. it’s really stressful and you have to have tough skin to be in this industry”. he says while chewing. 

“tough skin?”. she repeats glaring at him with wonder while licking her chopsticks. 

“yeah. you have to be able to handle negative things really well. I like being a kpop star because I love singing, I love dancing, I love performing, I love my fans and I love my members. All of that is enough motivation for me to keep going. but sometimes it isn’t enough for others”.

“hm. so you wouldn’t want your kid to be a superstar? that’s cold!”. 

yeonjun laughs. “they can. but maybe they can be a star in a different way you know? maybe not kpop”. 

she thinks for a moment while munching. “you’re going to be a really good daddy someday junnie”.

he smiles again. “thank you sarai. you’re really cute do you know that? I love your skin”. 

“really?”. 

“yes, you’re like a cute little hershey kiss”. 

and with that the both of them laughed and ate themselves tired. when they were done yeonjun already had a sense that she was sleepy just by her rubbing her eyes consistently. he collected the bowls and put them in the sink just before carrying her to the couch and placing a blanket over her. she was asleep in no time. 

she’s so cute, yeonjun thought. at that point he no longer cared if he did the best among the babysitting. he genuinely enjoyed her company.

“hello? is this winter?”.

winter rubbed her eyes and pushed the phone closer to her ear. it happened to be early in the morning. very early morning to be exact. 

“yes. may I ask who I’m speaking to?”. 

“good morning. I hope we aren’t troubling you. This is BigHit Entertainment”. 

she felt her heart drop instantly. 

“ah good morning. is there something wrong?”. 

“not at all. we saw that your daughter sarai recently did a casting a couple of weeks ago with choi yeonjun from tomorrow by together and everyone loved it! we’ve been getting so many good calls about it and we were wondering if sarai was available to do another casting with choi yeonjun? payment included of course”. 

winter thought for a moment. she barely wanted sarai to be around yeonjun the first time, never minding a second time. she never wanted sarai to find about who her father was and likewise, she never wanted yeonjun to find out about her, because he was a monster and what he did was foul. he didn’t deserve a spot in her life even if he begged for it. 

“I’m glad and I’m so happy to hear that. Do you mind if I give you a call back soon? I just need time to think about my decision”. 

“sure! no worries. you have a nice day winter!”. 

“you too”. she says just before ending the call. 

#yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #txt imagines #yeonjun drabbles

[alolowrites]

Late Night Visitor

Summary: A mysterious stranger visits your balcony and accidentally leaves behind a priceless jewelry that they stole from a museum.   

Author’s Note: I’m pleased to share the next story for @bnhabookclub​ Hero Camp Bingo event. The prompt I used was “Crime AU” It took a while getting this done because of work stress and having slight writer’s block (plus I kept changing the story’s direction). But really, it was because of how stressed/tired I’ve been the past few weeks. So, really sorry if it took forever posting another story.

It’s also my first time writing for Hawks, so hopefully I did him justice! He was the first character that popped up when working with this prompt. Please enjoy!!

Word Count: 2.3K+

“Ah! Hot, hot!”

Well, isn’t this just great? Nothing like accidentally burning your tongue during dinner to remind yourself how impatient you are—damn hunger. One hand flails to cool down your mouth. Steam dances above the hearty bowl of curry rice, the sweet smell of caramelized onions greeting your nose with a soft kiss. Bless the local 7-11 markets for selling quick and easy meals.

You sit criss-cross applesauce on the fluffy gray rug and scroll through social media for the millionth time. It’s been a slow weekend as yesterday’s news is recycled for today’s news. A random show plays on the television, but you don’t pay attention to the white noise. All your focus is on the phone, yet you still reach for another bite from your meal. How the rug stays clean during dinner nights at home is a complete mystery.  

Sipping on your drink, you spare a glance at the balcony and do a double-take—a stranger is crouching outside. You choke, “Oh shit!”

Without thinking, you scurry behind the gray couch, not caring if the rug becomes messy. Your pounding heart is like a concert bass drum which echoes around the small apartment. The sound drowns out the show’s mindlessly chatter. Frightened eyes peek around the corner, and you whip back in full regret.

The person is still outside. Their back is facing toward the balcony door, and they are wearing a form-fitting black hoodie. Hands search for your phone, but they come up empty. Panic finally settles in when you realize it’s on the coffee table. Great, you moan as your head softly hits against the furniture—is the door even locked?

You’re faced with a dilemma: Do you stay out of sight until the stranger leaves or risk being seen while getting help? After much deliberation, you swallow a hard pill and growl at the ceiling, “If I’m doing this, I better not die!”

You’re like a soldier crawling through the mud with a drill sergeant yelling down your neck. You snatch the phone off the table, but make the mistake of looking up at the sliding door. Everything comes to a screeching halt as curious gold eyes stare into your timid ones. The mysterious visitor becomes more intimidating thanks to the balaclava mask—it covers the lower half of their face.

The intense staring contest last for an eternity. You nearly rip off the loose strands on your rug when the stranger approaches closer; they stop when you back away. Taking pity on you, they jump over the balcony and disappear into the quiet night.

A sense of relief washes over you.

Who knows what could have happened to you? Maybe your mom was right about learning some self-defense; the pepper spray is not enough. As you stand and dust off your pants, a shiny light catches your attention; it’s coming from outside. You go against your better judgment and tiptoe toward the balcony.

Your jaw immediately falls to the floor when you spot an exquisite ruby pendant. A sparkling round diamond sits above the bright red gemstone, a slight tint of purple hue lurking underneath. Even the platinum metal chain carries an air of luxury. It’s as if the gods carefully hand-crafted this entire jewelry themselves. In short, it is simple but elegant.

Sliding the door, you wonder if this is some kind of trap. After checking your surroundings, you swiftly pick up the accessory and snort, “Thank you for making me feel poor.”

Fingers glide along the gemstone’s perfect curves as you gaze at the sleeping neighborhood. Your mind goes wild: Who was the person with those haunting golden eyes? Why did they come to your balcony? And why in the world did they leave behind a beautiful masterpiece?

You have so many questions but very few answers.  

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“So, you didn’t call the police?”

“Um…no…?”

“And why not?”

“It was a mixture of being both scared and stupid.”

“Oh my—” Fuyumi pinches the bridge of her nose. You twiddle your fingers like a guilty child and sink further into the booth. Fuyumi had her suspicions when you texted her to meet up at the usual coffee shop near your apartment. It’s your go-to place whenever you’ve done something questionable, which is ninety-nine percent of the time. Plus, the café whips up the perfect batch of castella—her favorite pastry.  

Customers stroll in and out of the coffee shop as piano music plays softly in the background. Roasted coffee beans linger in the air, tempting your nose with its delicious aroma. Out of habit, you push the castella closer to Fuyumi as if that would help soften the blow. She exhales, “Next time, please call the police.”

“Yes, mother,” you mumble much to Fuyumi’s displeasure, but she lets it slide. With the worst over, you bounce straight up and tap the table with an air of excitement. “Oh! Here’s the best part though, besides surviving a break-in—”

“The person was outside your balcony.”

“—close enough, but not really the point, okay?” Fuyumi rolls her eyes, and you fish out your phone to show her a picture. She takes a closer look as you ramble off. “Anyway, my late-night visitor left behind this gorgeous pendant! Why they were carrying this around is beyond me, and so carelessly too. I’m no jeweler, but I’m pretty sure those stones are worth a fortune—still beautiful, though.”

“Yeah, and stolen!” The white-haired teacher hisses. You blink, wholly baffled at her extreme reaction. Fuyumi whips out her iPhone with two fingers flying above the screen. She shoves it toward you, your eyes skimming through the article. The news delivers a sharp slap across your face as the realization sinks in.

Oh no…

Fuyumi bites her lip, “It’s The Grand Droplet, a priceless heirloom rumored to offer infinite life and prosperity. Police are saying the notorious thief, Hawks, stole the pendant last night from the Yutaka Jewelry Museum.” A few seconds later, she adds, “You have the pendant—”

“Shhhhhh!” A hand attacks her arm, your panicked eyes wandering around the coffee shop as if your cover got blown. No one turns their heads, but you shoot an annoyed glare at Fuyumi. “Why don’t you say it louder? I don’t think the barista heard you!”

“I’m sorry! It’s just,” she grips the table’s edge and leans closer, “This is serious! You have to bring the pendant to the authorities. See, this is exactly why you should have called the police last night! The longer you wait, the more guilty you look. Maybe you’ll even become an accomplice to the crime.”

“You’re not helping!”

“Sorry…”

You dramatically groan into your hands, “Why did this happen to me?! When I said I wanted to live like Larry, I didn’t mean this!”

“I know,” Fuyumi pats your head and sneaks a bite of her delicious treat; her phone chimes beside you. She checks the message before flashing an apologetic stare. “Listen, I have to take care of something with my family, but I hate to leave you like this.”

“No, it’s okay. I can handle this myself,” you pathetically convince her. “I’m sure nothing bad will happen, knock on wood—”

“The table is metal.”

“I said what I said!” Your fist aggressively pounds the table, scaring off some customers. A mother hastily pushes her child away from the chaotic scene. You calm down and sigh, “I promise to call you if I’m in danger, okay?”

“Okay.”

You nod before whispering, “Sorry, table.”

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The walk back home is anything but relaxing. You are on high alert, throwing suspicious glances at anyone coming too close to you. They could be undercover cops waiting to ambush you and interrogate your poor soul for hours until the necklace reappears.

But I didn’t do anything! I’m a good noodle!

You sigh as the key unlocks the door, your shoes flying off by the entrance. Fortunately, you hid the pendant in a safe place. All you want to do is get rid of this jewelry; it brings nothing but trouble.

Marching down the hallway, you grumble under your breath, “Stupid Hawks, and his stupid stealing habits.”

Everyone knows about the infamous Hawks. He strikes when one least expects him to, and somehow successfully evades capture after every heist. But Hawks always leaves behind his signature red feather as a little present for authorities—it never fails to rile them up. Hopefully, the cops show some mercy when you explain what happened. Maybe you should work on your puppy dog look before heading downtown, which might help you score a few sympathy points.

You find the burgundy jewelry box sitting on the closet’s top shelf and breathe a sigh of relief—the pendant is still inside. Not wasting precious time, you close the lid and exit your room. A soft click makes you freeze.

Standing by the balcony door is Hawks, who wears a black jacket with a white shirt underneath. His ashy blonde hair is lazily slicked back, a few strands sticking here and there like no tomorrow. Surprisingly, he lowers the balaclava mask and flashes a boyish grin, “‘Bout time you came home! I was getting bored out there.”

“How did you—wait, never mind. You break into high-security places to steal things for a living,” you say, shifting the jewelry box onto your right grip. “Listen, as much as I would like to stay and chit-chat, my day is fully booked. Can’t really cancel on these people, ya know?” You slowly tiptoe backward, an awkward laugh ringing through the air. “Let’s do a rain check; I’m free next week. Okay? Okay! See ya—“

“Hold it!” You halt on his order, a curse slipping out your mouth. Hawks strides across the floor, and you clutch the box closer to your chest. You feel as though your feet are glued to the ground, the nerves growing stronger once Hawks stands only a few feet away. He crosses his arms and nods at the box, “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, it’s nothing special, really.”

“Can I take a look?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Um, because I don’t want to, that’s why,” you childishly snap and send him a dismissive wave. “Now, shoo! You’re wasting my precious time.”

Hawks chuckles at your feisty attitude. He finds this whole ordeal extremely amusing. You know who he is, you know of his reputation just like everyone else in Japan. And yet, you keep on swinging like a boxer with your witty responses. Still, he has a job to finish. “I’m not leaving until you give me that pendant.”  

“Well, I hope you’re paying for half the rent because there’s no way in hell I’m giving it to you, Mr. Thief.” Two seconds later, you add, “Besides, it’s not even yours!”

“It’s not yours either.”

“Oh!” You give him a fake laugh, pointing one finger at your chest. “So the thief is criticizing me for having something that’s not mine? How rich.”

“You’re lucky I find you cute, but,” Hawks dangerously invades your personal space without giving you a chance to stop him. From far away, he doesn’t appear tall. However, Hawks somehow towers over you, which makes you involuntarily squeak. A wicked glint shines through his golden eyes as he studies your unique facial features. You suddenly forget to breathe when his eyes glance at your lips—damn him.

Hawks plucks the box from your loose grip. The hypnotic spell comes crashing down, and you loudly snarl, “Hey! Give it back!”

“Sorry, Dove,” Hawks keeps you at arm’s length, his gloved hand giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he smirks, “I got a buyer who’s willing to pay a hefty price for this beauty. Of course, you are way more stunning, but he doesn’t need to know that.”

“Quit charming me!” You’re a blushing mess now and throw a pillow at him; he easily dodges it much to your dismay. Hawks’ cackles bounce off the wall, which makes you scowl. His fingers slide the balcony door open, and he tastes sweet freedom.

“Farewell, Dove!”

You have a deja vu moment when Hawks jumps over the edge. Your legs rush outside, and eyes frantically search the streets, but it’s no use—the thief is long gone. One hand slaps your forehead as you stupidly let him get away with the jewel. Feeling like a deflated balloon, you whip out your phone and make a quick call.

“Fuyumi…yeah, the pendant got stolen again.”

Stupid thief.

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You collapse on the couch with as much grace as an inexperienced dancer who steps on people’s toes. Work left you exhausted, but you’re glad it’s almost the weekend. You’ll definitely sleep in and have a lazy day on Sunday. It’s what you deserve after meeting tight deadlines and also talking to the police about Hawks.

Fortunately, they do not blame you for anything, much to your relief. It’s been about a week since Hawks broke into your apartment to steal back the Grand Droplet. Police have no luck locating him; they believe the thief is lying low until it’s safe enough for him to strike again. Where exactly is anyone’s guess.

A knock disrupts your thoughts.

It comes from the balcony, and you jump to your feet. No one is outside, although a flash of red catches your eye. Lo and behold, it’s Hawks’ signature feather with a small note attached. Oh, how lovely, you think before snatching the gift off the floor. Your pet name is affectionately written across the paper. You hate yourself for finding Hawks’ calligraphy impressive, but proceed to read the note.

Sorry for cutting our convo short—had a deal to close. No hard feelings, though, right? If anything, I’ll make it up to you, Dove. Besides, you still owe me that rain check.

See ya soon!

-H

You don’t bother biting back your smile.

Guess you’ll be seeing Fuyumi at the coffee shop again.

Fourth prompt is crossed off. Which one will be next? Stay tune! Thank you for reading! 

Previous prompt: Cuddles 

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#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks imagine #bnha hawks #keigo takami #bnhabookclub #hero camp bingo #crime au

[2-cute-4-school]

He loved, he really did

Group : NCT

Pairing : Zhong Chenle x f!Reader

Genre : fluff, a pinch of angst? friends to lovers

Word count : 2500

M.list

If there was one thing Chenle just couldn’t understand about his best friend was how oblivious she could be sometimes. Not only did he hint at his crush over her more times than he could count ever since he realized his feelings, but also Jisung, his other best friend who never missed a chance at teasing both of them despite the girl’s confusion. Chenle couldn’t help but feel foolish more often than not, falling in love with Y/N, the kid who ate mud hoping it would taste like chocolate in kindergarten and demonstrated that she may be the only one who could keep up with his odd antics. But Y/N was also the fiercely loyal girl who stayed glued to his side even when Chenle himself believed he didn’t deserve someone like her, the only one who dared to stand up for Jisung when he used to get teased in elementary school because of his shy demeanor and nerdy tendencies, gaining everyone’s respect through her fearless defense over her newly found friend. And all these things made Y/N herself, the one who got Zhong Chenle to love her endlessly.

Chenle’s poor excuses of flirty pick-up lines were always quickly shoot down by even more quirky replies who brought out a faded shade of pink across Chenle’s cheeks. But Y/N never seemed affected by their exchanges which frustrated Chenle to no end, deflating his burst of confidence immediately. Jisung always insisted that Chenle’s attempts were too mild for someone like Y/N who tends to leave a strong impression on anyone accompanied by dropped jaws that almost touch the ground and catch flies. 

“So is the basketball match still one or are you going to pussy out last minute?”

Chenle sighed, dragging a hand over his face and tightening the grip he had on his phone. He loved her voice, he really did. It always emanated confidence and you couldn’t help but stop and listen to her words as the entire world seemed to revolve around her in those moments. But when remarks like that left her mouth, Chenle couldn’t help but want to desperately zip it shut.

“Yeah, Y/N, it’s still on, but don’t cry too much when I wipe the floor with your sorry ass.”

“Don’t worry about little ol’ me, big head. I’ll see you at the court at 6.”

And with that, the line went dead. Y/N never left things up for discussion and she never refused a challenge. Another thing that Chenle admired about her. His frustration with his lack of courage only grew even more with every time he fell in love again with her, making his desire to be able to call Y/N ‘his’ almost impossible to suppress.

Chenle complied with her firm demand and trudged towards the basketball court five minutes earlier. He knew from experience he shouldn’t allow Y/N any chance to take him by surprise for every time he did, she left him with an erratic heartbeat that he simply couldn’t control, mentally scolding his heart for betraying him and showing itself on his sleeve at Y/N’s mere gaze.

He fiddled with the ball, bouncing it from hand to hand, twirling it on his finger and stumbling once he caught sight of Y/N. He didn’t feel butterflies in his stomach or his throat closing up and cutting his breath short. No, he felt oddly at home, a warm feeling spreading through him, melting him inside out, dipping his lovesick heart in bittersweet honey.

“Ready to go cry under mommy’s skirt?”

There she goes again.

“I don’t know, Y/N, are you?”

Chenle was convinced this was the reason they could never have nice things.

“I mean, I can accompany you if you’re shy.”

He felt a few hairs fall off his head and he rolled his eyes so hard he could see what was left of his half fried brain.

“Less talking and more dribbling, Y/N.”

Another thing Chenle came to realize that he doesn’t understand about his best friend was her seemingly unlimited supply of energy, which he didn’t take into account when challenging her. While after half an hour of running and blocking and jumping, it was only normal that Chenle’s breathing became heavier, borderline panting and his movements turned somewhat sluggish, but the last thing he wanted was to give Y/N satisfaction for defeating him at his own hobby. But of course, nothing escaped her vigilante eye and she simply couldn’t miss the perfect opportunity to tease him a bit.

“What happened, old man, is your body starting to decay?”

Her shit-eating grin gave him a run for his money. He loved her smile, he really did. It always softened him, bringing out his inner tenderness for the girl that never failed to shine through the thickest of clouds, stealing the sun’s role and making it pale with shame and bow before her feet while she only sported an innocent curl of the lip, a deceiving cuteness that hid her real power. But when her smile only served to mock him, Chenle couldn’t help but want to wipe it off her smug face.

“You wish.”

That went back and forth for a while, neither of them letting up, their competitive personalities soaring up and clashing on the basketball court. But when Y/N forced her luck, blocking him in an almost suffocating way, Chenle let loose and for a moment he forgot he was only playing against Y/N, his best friend, a kid with even less experience in basketball than himself and shoved vigorously against her in order to score a point. His energy burst must have surprised his opponent because he passed by her flawlessly resembling a feather guided by a gentle breeze of wind, jumped as high as his tired muscles allowed and easily scored.

Chenle could only bask in his glory, raising a clenched fist and pumping in through the air, overjoyed by his victory. He felt proud of himself, he demonstrated that at least when it came to his favorite sport there was no way he would ever give up or let himself be beaten.

“YES! Did you see that Y/N? Guess you’ll have to call your mom and-” Chenle twirled around, gripping the ball tightly, a bright grin adorning his glowing face. However, his teasing session was cut short the moment his gaze fell on Y/N, sprawled to the floor, supporting her upper half of the body with her arms which already seemed quite shaky in Chenle’s opinion. Her eyes were wide, sparkling as she stared at him with parted lips, breathing hard. Chenle’s words died in his throat as he realized that maybe he had been too rough, blinded by his desire to prove himself.

“Y/N.”

The ball was dropped, forgotten on the floor, bouncing almost sadly at having been left behind without a care in the world as Chenle rushed over to Y/N. He crouched at her level and hovered over her, too afraid to touch her n case she would get even madder. 

‘Well done, Zhong Chenle, you have a crush once in your lifetime and you screw it over before you even stood a chance, well played.’ He could only worry about Y/N who was standing still, following him with her stare, an expression of disbelief painting her features.

“Y/N, are you okay? I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Chenle, are you kidding me?! That was so awesome, I’ve never seen you play like that, what the heck possessed you, child?”

It was his turn to freeze as Y/N continued to babble excitedly and praise him in her unique way. On one side he was thrilled because he had succeeded in getting Y/N to acknowledge him and a warm feeling resembling fulfillment spread through his chest at the thought of Y/N priding herself with him, but at the same time he couldn’t ignore the tinge of worry settled in his frantic heart.

“You HAVE to teach me, hear me?”

He was snapped out of him jumbled thoughts by her hands gripping his shoulders and shaking him to gain his full attention. Y/N was smiling so wide her facial muscles must have hurt the earlier sparkle in her eyes only intensified, almost blinding Chenle and drowning him in her charm. He felt as if a fluffy blanket wrapped up his soul, and suddenly he was reminded of too sweet hot chocolate after a snow fight, drunk in the warmth of each other.

“How much will you pay me to?”

She huffed with a pout forming on her lips and he had to fight his urge to just lean over a bit and slot his lips against her, settling their status once and for all. But he only softly wrapped his fingers around her wrists, detaching her from himself when he observed the small, red scratch on her left palm. He tugged on her hand, bringing it closer to his face, inspecting the wound with a frown etched on his face, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You’re hurt.” His voice was small and laced with guilt. Y/N checked her palm too, only now observing the scrape. She still kept her smile, maybe even enlarging it as she met eyes with Chenle.

“You call this hurt? You should see the other guy.”

Chenle could only shake his head, not so surprised at her lack of care. He couldn’t fight off the smile that stretched his lips at Y/N’s fighting spirit as he stood up straight, dragging her with him.

“Let’s go get a band-aid from the pharmacy.”

“Oh yes, you wouldn’t want your one and only to bleed out from this horrifying gash now, would you?”

A trip later to the pharmacy nearby and back, they finally found themselves settled on a bench, partially shadowed by a tree as Chenle stuck the pink band-aid decorated with Hello Kitties over the small scratch, shooting Y/N another apologetic smile. They sat comfortably side by side, watching the sun disappear under the horizon, leaving hues of pink and orange scattered over the darkening sky in a frenzy painting for everyone to admire.

As Chenle turned his head, he watched Y/N from the corner of his eye. She wasn’t doing anything, but somehow she still became the center of Chenel’s universe. The way the dying sun rays danced across her face, kissing her skin delicately left him in a wordless wonder, the scenery above him pales in comparison to his angel sitting just under his fingertips, breathing the same air as him, sharing the same bench with him.

And her eyes, God, her eyes. He loved her eyes, he really did. They were always comforting, he could find his childhood in them, all the laughs and tears they have shared over the years. They reminded him he could be himself, he could let himself show weakness, he could love fearlessly because she would stay by his side unconditionally. But when the colors swayed so wildly over her deep orbs, Chenle couldn’t help but love them the most.

“You know, I take additional charges for starting.”

For once, Chenle didn’t startle as he looked straight into her playful eyes he adored so much. He inhaled deeply before taking a leap of faith in himself.

“Y/N, I love you.”

She only let a small grin grace her features as her index finger unconsciously traced delicate patterns over the back of his hand and Chenle couldn’t be more thankful for her calming habit.

“I love you too.”

Chenle frantically shook his head from side to side, trying not to let the desperation he felt show on his face or seep in his voice.

“No, you don’t understand, I love you”

“Oh”

Silence settled over them once again. But this time it wasn’t comfortable. It was thick and Chenle could almost choke on it, it suffocated him, the bitter feeling it came with tasting bitter in his mouth. He lowered his head, glaring holes into the pavement beneath his feet as regret pooled in his stomach, eating up at him and clouding his mind with hazy, messy thoughts.

He really despised his heart at that moment. He just lost the best thing in his life. He lost her because his heart couldn’t keep away from the forbidden fruit and strayed away on unsafe paths that brought his fall. And there was no turning back now.

Just as he let venomous thoughts invade his judgment, dainty fingers touched his cheek, caressing it lightly as if holding a fragile flower and gently turned his head to come face to face with his most precious treasure. Chenle shakily brought one of his hands over hers, cupping it over his face and caressing her knuckles with his thumb in an attempt to soothe himself.

“Wasn’t that settled already?”

Chenle’s eyes widened significantly.

“What?”

“I thought it was a wordless settlement, that we love each other... in that way. I thought you already knew I love you, in a different way from how I love the sky, a simple curious admiration, and different from how I love Jisung, like a cherished brother, I thought you knew I loved you like I love no one else.”

Chenle was breathless, mind foggy as he tried to take in Y/N’s words and differentiate them from a mere dream, a very vivid one. He couldn’t believe it. He had been having her right under his nose all this time and he was unaware of it. He let her slip away from him at the end of the day without showing her his complete and utter love for her so many times just to find out he had her all along, but he just didn’t realize. Oh, how fate played him this time. Chenle felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, every ounce of love buried deep inside himself that he kept hidden spilled over and there was no stopping him as he cupped her face in his hands, cradling her with such care the sun would have wanted to return just to share this moment with them.

Chenle felt on top of the world, ruling over everything, over his heart and mind after being at war with himself for so long. He felt like they were the only people left on Earth at that moment, a pair of children head over heels in love with each other, and who could deny a love so pure. As they parted for air, he knew that now that he had a taste of heaven, he wouldn’t be able to ever let it go.

“You know, I think I’ll have to charge you more than that, Chenle.”

Y/N’s light teasing only spurred him even more to bring their lips together once more, cherishing every second spent together, making up for the time they wasted like fools.

And it was then and there that Chenle concluded he loved her, he really did.

#nct chenle #nct fluff #nct scenarios #chenle fluff #nct imagines #chenle imagines #chenle scenarios #nct #nct angst #chenle angst #nct fic #chenle fic

[recurring-polynya]

Can we get some drabbles on Renji’s time with Squad 11 especially his interactions with Kenpachi and Yachiru? Obviously shenanigans with Ikkaku and Yumichika are welcome! Also, how did you think he was promoted to Squad 6 lieutenant? It’s safe to assume he applied (I can imagine his Squad 11 gang even helping him out with this) as that’s part of his “master Get-Back-Rukia plan” but moving from 6th seat to lieutenant is a leap and I imagine that Byakuya is super picky. Imagine his job interview!

I’ll do the meta part first.

#0. For starters, Renji spent 40 years reverse-engineering how to make Squad 6 Vice-Captain. He read every Teen Vogue profile on Byakuya, he clipped Byakuya’s unreadable etiquette column in the Bulletin, he studied Kuchiki military history, he hung out at Shirogane Ginjirou’s sunglasses shop and knew exactly when the guy planned to retire and got a bunch of spilled tea on Byakuya’s pet peeves, of which there are many. Byakuya is not exactly a complicated guy, it isn’t all that hard to figure out what the right answers to his interview questions are gonna be.

#1. I think there is an exam that qualifies you to be a vice-captain, and that Renji vastly over-prepared for it and got an extremely high score. Byakuya loves big numbers.

#2. There is a standard application for Vice-Captain that’s probably about 5 pages long. Renji’s application was 15 pages long. He included a personal essay and a long paean to how much he admired the principles of Squad 6. Byakuya loves Squad 6, and he loves a guy who is really enthusiastic about Squad 6.

#3. Renji is great in an interview. I headcanon that he and Rukia did a lot of con artistry back in Rukongai. Byakuya is a mark. Primarily, Renji gave him opportunities to pontificate, which Byakuya loves. Byakuya talked through 90% of Renji’s interview, and walked out feeling great.

#4. The only thing Renji had going against him was the reference section. Byakuya hates Zaraki and would go out of his way to avoid talking to him. Aizen was still salty that Renji left his squad, and tried to reverse psych Byakuya into not hiring him. (“Oh, I think he’d be an excellent second for you, Byakuya! He’s a bit impulsive, and I’m sure your influence would overcome some of that hotheadedness! His poor kidou skills shouldn’t be a problem, I’m sure you’ve got that covered yourself…”) Unfortunately for Aizen, Byakuya was already 80% on Team Renji and he realized Aizen was trying to play him, and Byakuya hates being played.

Job offer within 24 hours. Regrets came later.

I do a lot of shenanigans with Ikkaku and Yumichika, but not usually Kenpachi and Yachiru, so let’s try that for a change!

🗡️    💖   💪

“I have a Special Assignment for you, Abarai,” the Kenpachi grumbled.

Special Assignments could be anything, really. Running around dive bars in the upper Rukon, stapling up posters to advertise their next Recruitment Brawl. Delivering blotchy hand-written notes to Captain Unohana. Helping Zaraki set up elaborate obstacle courses that would then necessitate another Recruitment Brawl. The majority of Renji’s Special Assignments involved helping the captain get somewhere he needed to go. Zaraki was very good at getting lost, but Renji was exceptionally good at finding places. This worked out rather nicely, because there was almost always something interesting to fight in the places that Zaraki wanted to go, and the more Zaraki saw Renji fight, the more willing he was to bring him along.

“We goin’ somewhere, sir?” Renji asked hopefully.

Zaraki scratched his ass pensively. “Not today. C’mon in, I don’t wanna talk about it outside.” He let the way into what was occasionally jokingly referred to as his “office.” It was the place where Zaraki hung out and took naps during the day, in case anyone wanted to find him for fighting purposes. “Chisaka had to go to the Living World last week,” Zaraki explained, rummaging around in his kosode and pulling out a well-thumbed magazine. “She brought Yachiru back some manga she thought she would like.”

“That was nice,” Renji commented carefully. Giving gifts to Yachiru was nearly always an exercise in “no good deed goes unpunished.”

“Yeah, it went over real good,” Zaraki grumbled. “She liked it so much, she wants her hair done up like the kid in it.” He thrust the crumpled booklet at Renji. It was a girls’ manga, the kind with a lot of sparkles and girls in sailor suits. Zaraki poked a gnarled finger at a picture of a little girl with pink hair, twisted up into two little buns, with fluffy ponytails trailing down from them.

Renji rolled his eyes up towards his captain. “What the actual fuck, sir? Isn’t this more Ayasegawa’s department?” Zaraki didn’t like to be called ‘sir’ unless there was a profanity somewhere in the same sentence.

“Dammit, Abarai, I know you’ve let Ayasegawa do your hair. It takes him four fucking hours and he screams at you if you squirm. Yachiru can’t sit through that shit.”

Renji made an uncomfortable face. “Your hair always looks great, can’t you--”

“I tried! She doesn’t want me to use any gel, says it needs to be ‘fluffy’. How the hell are you supposed to do a hairstyle without gel, answer me that!”

“What makes you think I can do anything?” Renji finally whined.

“Look, I started at the top. Madarame ain’t got any hair, and Iba might as well not. You’re pretty fast, and you’re probably strong enough to hold her down, and at least you know how a ponytail holder works.” Zaraki sucked his teeth. “If you do it, I’ll fight you later.”

“Really?” Renji asked, his eyebrows shooting up. Zaraki didn’t usually feel that anyone below Ikkaku merited his time, and Renji jumped at every opportunity to convince him otherwise.

“Yeah, sure.” Zaraki flung open the door to the room where Yachiru sat, scowling, surrounded by an assortment of ribbons and barrettes. “I got help.”

“Wrong Way doesn’t know how to do hair!” Yachiru shouted.

Renji and Yachiru had an ongoing philosophical disagreement about the geography of the Seireitei. Yachiru had zero legs to stand on in this argument, but also, she was the one who came up with nicknames.

“He has a lot of hair,” Zaraki countered.

“That’s boy hair!” Yachiru returned. “It doesn’t count!”

“I… have done girl hair before,” Renji admitted, somewhat painedly. “Hair is hair!” He almost yelled “Gender is a construct!” because he had been reading some of the books Iba’s mom kept leaving in their room, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to explain what that meant. At this point, he just wanted to get this over with, preferably without getting kicked in the nose, which tended to happen a lot around Yachiru. “If you let me try, I’ll let you do my hair.”

Yachiru’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“You can’t cut it, but sure. Whatever.”

Zaraki was looking over at him with something that might have been respect. “Do you know what you’re doing, you crazy bastard?” he mumbled.

“Absolutely not,” Renji replied.

🗡️    💖   💪

“They’re uneven, is all I’m saying,” Yumichika sniffed.

“I love them, he put extra ribbons on!” Yachiru howled, swinging her sheathed sword at Yumichika, who deftly ducked. The ribbons swung delightfully around the sides of her head.

“I’m honestly surprised there were any ribbons left,” Iba commented dryly.

“You can shut it, fucko!” Renji yelled. His hair was styled rather similarly to his vice-captain’s, except that his was in three (rather lumpy) buns, and his ponytails trailed more majestically. The curling iron had been a terrible idea overall, but the big, loopy curls at the ends of both Renji’s and Yachiru’s hair had definitely been worth all the burns.

Ikkaku rubbed his own bald pate. “I kinda like that look on him. 100 kan says it helps him fight better.”

“You’re on,” Iba agreed.

“What’s the hold up?!” Zaraki roared.

“Here I come!” Renji bellowed.

“Ganbatte, Wrong Way!” Yachiru cheered.

There was a loud crunch.

Ikkaku handed over the 100 kan. “It was worth a try.”

#happy birthday renji! #renji abarai #squad 11 #my writing #drabbles

[mareofthesky]

Me, bulletpoint brainstorming a fic to write then realizing I will probably never actually write it at all. Kind of always craving more of the outsider perspective crushing on Neil Josten tho, and wanted to share in my thought bubble. I introduce my thoughts on the self prompt: Kid from the Palmetto track team is crushing hard on Neil.

- seeing him on morning runs and being like o dayum dat boi fast n fit

- approaching one day and being like yo y u not on the track team boi come to tryouts

- Neil laughing and being beautiful like I’m flattered but I already play exy and introducing himself and stuff

- Track kid talking to his teammates at lunch one day in the athletes caf and seeing Neil across the way/ talking about how fast he is and their convo

- Track kids being like how??? Do u not know about Neil Josten??? He is infamous at this school

- Track kid being like whomst I just noticed him cause he’s hot and like wow that butt in his short shorts

- Track team being like yo stay away from that Neil he has a bad rap u don’t want to get involved with him he’s like involved in gangs and stuff

- Track kid being like no way is he like that the Neil I met was so nice and wholesome

- Track kid starts to run into Neil more often on morning runs, occasionally talking to him about sports and stuff and like I don’t know the weather and class and it’s easy and track kid is def forming a hardcore crush

- One day they are talking about the start of the season and Neil mentions the kickoff home game and says he should check out the team and cheer them on and all, invite all his friends or the track team or whatever- looking super cute as he is excitedly beaming about exy

- Track kid (should he have a name yes- why is the first thing that pops into my head Brian I kind of hate the name Brian well whatever) Brian [actual name pending] goes with his best friend from high school who is also at PSU and she is so jazzed cause wow everyone on the exy team is so hot like have you SEEN Allison Reynolds when she is on the court?? Or Renee Walker or even Matt Boyd and Dan Wilds? Wow am I so bisexual.

- Brian or whatever rolls his eyes and says well I was noticing that guy Neil

- Josten? Hm... yeah sure he is striking (lmao puns) but you’ve heard the rumors right he is dangerous despite his looks

- Brian says he doesn’t see it in his exchanges and you can’t believe the rumors

- They pay close attention to him in his game and see his unabashed joy on the court, the flash of his eyes when he scores a goal and the camaraderie of him and his teammates on the court and Sylvia maybe her name is says okay I see it he looks like nothing but a cinnamon roll I don’t know where these people are getting this impression of him as a hard broiled criminal come from I get the idea he was more a tortured survivor

- Brian rolls his eyes as he catches a flash of neils smile as their goalie Andrew Minyard deflects the ball from goal and slams it down court into Neils awaiting racket, an action so effortless it seems as if it has been rehearsed countless times

- Neil deftly cradles the ball, takes a few steps, and feints before driving it home into the opposing teams goal. The goalie stares in shock at the rapid turn of events, glancing behind herself as the goal glows red and the end buzzer blares, the scoreboard illuminating a 10-4 fox win.

- Brian stares as Neil pulls his helmet off and the sweat covered strands fall into his pinkened face, breathless laughter as his teammates sweep him into a hug. Their goalie looks on but a sort of fondness plays at his lips that looks almost out of place on his expression which had been otherwise apathetic

- Somehow??? Maybe more exchanges I don’t know but they end up at edens twilight on the same night, after a week where they had their first track meet and Brian #killed in his races, him and Sylvia decide to go out with a couple of Brian’s track friends and some of Sylvia’s friends from the rainbow center and Brian spots Neil at the bar and can’t help but chat him up cause oh shit he has not seen Neil like THIS before, all black and skin tight and mesh and a little piercing he has never sported usually and a smudge of shadow around his eyes/ black sparkly nail polish and glitter and oof he is so gay and maybe Neil is as well??

- Neil spots him first and actually says hi and Brian is blushing like mad and can’t control himself and suddenly the bartender is there too and laughing and joking to Neil that he has an admirer and Neil looks unconcerned and in disbelief just saying no I mean we are kinda friends we see each other a lot in the morning on runs and rolands eyes sparkle as he says seeing?? Another man??? Wait until Andrew hears about this. And Neil rolls his eyes like not even and Brian is blushing like mad and Neil finally seems to get it and is like really?? Omg I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I’m told I’m kind of oblivious but I really didn’t mean to seem like- and then Andrew is behind him a solid presence and not crowding but watching and Roland laughs and prattles on and Andrew isn’t possessive or rude or even angry or anything he just goes “Neil is a bit of an idiot isn’t he” and looks fondly over at him as he scoffs and rolls his eyes and they have a witty back and forth banter and Brian slowly realizes they are so comfortable with each other and in love and trusting and he feels comforted by this fact and so happy for his crush that he isn’t even mad about the instant heart break. They part ways and Brian goes back to Sylvia and the gang and Brian says about his heart break and tells the track kids whose eyes widen and they are like DID WE NOT TELL YOU ABOUT MINYARD OH GOD be glad your hand wasn’t chopped off Neil isn’t even the most dangerous part of that duo he’s the one you really have to watch out for- rumor has it Neil is under his protection or something- anyone who tries to get close to him will regret it. Brian tunes him out to think back to the gentle touch and soft exchange he had witnessed and deduces rumors aren’t all they are cracked up to be and feels happy it seems like Neil has someone who cares for him deeply

- ((Doesn’t mean he can’t still admire him and his beauty or continue to revel in their lighthearted exchanges))

#aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard

[apriorisea]

BTS Imagine: Studying for Med School - Jimin

“And for 500 points---plus a bonus kiss---what is the name of this bone??” Your boyfriend gave you a cheeky wink. 

    You grin and give your confident answer: “Pisiform.”     “Ding ding ding!!” Jimin threw his hands in the air. “You are correct! That’s 500 points aaaaaannndddd---” Setting aside your textbook, he leans forward and cradles your face in his hands. “One bonus kiss,” he says just before pressing his lips to yours.      You’re still smiling when he finally pulls away. “You really think this is the best way to study, huh?”      He caresses your cheek with his thumb and pretends to think. “Well...since you’re up 5000 points and lots of extra kisses and snuggles....I’d say it’s a pretty good way to spend some time.”      “It’s a great way to spend time,” you agree. “But will it help me pass my exam?”      Releasing you, he reaches for the textbook again and lifts a shoulder carelessly. “Of course. Because you are brilliant and you’re going to pass this test no matter what.” Flashing you another devious grin, he adds, “Honestly, this study method’s more for me than it is for you.”     You laugh. “I wondered why you were so excited to help me study on a Friday night.”     Growing serious, he reaches over to cup the side of your face. “Babygirl, I always want to spend time with you. Doesn’t matter what we do. But, yeah,” he adds, the mischievous sparkle in his eye coming back as his hand slides to grab yours. Pressing your fingers to his lips, he goes on, “I’m enjoying this.”      “Me, too,” you agree. “All right---are we on round three now?”       “Indeed we are!” he says, his over-the-top game show host persona coming back. “For this round, each correct answer will get you 700 points AND...” He beat out a drumroll against his knees. “Extra super special bonus kisses and cuddles!!”     Laughing again, you raise one eyebrow. “Extra super special??”     He winks again. “You’ll see. Now, name this bone.”     When you give the correct answer this time, he gathers you in his arms and gives you one of his extra super special bonus kisses---this one lasts several minutes.      He presses his forehead against yours when you finally break apart, a smile on his lips.      “What?” you ask, unable to stop smiling yourself.      “I’m just wondering if I can absorb some of your brilliance like this...” he says shamelessly, gently increasing the pressure on your forehead.      You have to pull back, you’re laughing so hard. “You’re such a nerd,” you say fondly, reaching over to fix the string of his hoodie. Glancing at your watch, you realize the two of you have been “studying” like this for several hours. As you watch him flip through your pages of notes, you realize that none of it has actually felt like studying, thanks to his nonstop energy and playfulness.      “I think that’s pretty much all of it...” he muses, stopping to study one page more closely.     You lean close, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you scan the information with him. “Yeah? So do you think I’m ready to take the practice test?”     He turns to kiss the top of your head. “Absolutely.”     Sitting up, you reach for your laptop resolutely. “Okay.” You squeeze his leg absently. “Thanks for all your help, honey. I’m sure you’re sick of sitting here, you can---”     “What do you think you’re doing?”      He sounds so serious that you turn to look at him. “What do you--?”     “You forgot all about the Grand Prize,” he says with a pout.      The smile crawls back on your face. “The Grand Prize?”     At the sight of your smile, he drops his pretend-hurt, sliding closer to you on the couch. “Yes.”      “But, Jimin, I have to take this practice test, remember?” You hold onto your laptop tightly, knowing you shouldn’t let yourself be distracted but also knowing that if it came right down to it, you’d give-in in a heartbeat.     “Of course.” It takes him a few seconds to get settled: maneuvering you in front of him, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against him snugly. He replaces the computer on your lap, his legs tangled with yours. “There.”     You tip your head back against his shoulder, still smiling. “Babe, are you sure you don’t want to get up? Go do something else? I’m sure you’re bored just---”     “Bored?” he repeats. “How could I possibly be bored?” He presses lots of little kisses to your cheek, ear, and jaw. “Besides, how else can I give your reward for every right answer??”     “Jimin...” you hesitate.      “Babygirl,” he interrupts, squeezing you tight. “Unless I’m bothering you....?” he lets the question hang.     “Definitely not,” you say honestly.     He snuggles his head against yours. “Then relax.” More seriously, he adds, “I know you’re kind of worried about this test, but I promise you: you’re going to kill it. And since I can’t be with you while you take the actual test, this is second best.”     You turn your head to look up at him. “I love you,” you say, embarrassed by how touched you are at his words. “You’re the best.”     He takes the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on your lips. “I love you the most, babygirl.” Nodding at the computer screen, he cuddles you closer and says, “Ready?”     Taking a deep breath, you focus back on the practice test in front of you. “Yes.”     Throughout the entire exam, he stays completely silent, but every time you get a question correct, you feel his lips on your hair. Every time you get a question wrong, he squeezes you even tighter, a silent reassurance that You’re okay. When you’re finished, your score isn’t quite as high as you want it to be, but thanks to his presence and gentle encouragement, you manage not to panic.      “Good job, babygirl,” he says proudly, kissing the side of your neck. “By the time you take the real exam, you’re going to be an expert.”     You close your laptop, setting it aside and turning to snuggle him more carefully. “You think?”     “Absolutely.”     “So.....that means we’ll have more of these study sessions tomorrow?” you ask hopefully.      He gently caresses the side of your face and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Ding ding ding,” he says with a smile. “1000 points.”

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts clean imagines #bts #non-smut #REQUESTS #asks #bts imagine requests #apriori sea requests #bts imagine jimin #jimin #jiminie #apriori sea imagines

[thespacenico]

·:*:·ﾟ★ winner takes all ★ﾟ·:*:·

- 2k word oneshot - romellura - getting together - commission for @/lunarriee on twitter!

The entire school is buzzing with excitement when Allura arrives the morning of the big game. 

Okay, so it’s not that big. Sure, they’re playing against their rivals, Galra High, but technically speaking it’s just like any other district game. Except for the fact that both teams have the same record with ten wins and one loss, and whoever secures victory tonight gets to go to the playoffs and try for the championship next month.

So yeah, no big deal. Only it is a big deal, and Allura’s got a lot riding on this—not only the potential championship, but also some things… unrelated to said potential championship.

Lance is already waiting at her locker as Allura makes her way down the hall, bouncing up and down on his heels with a grin, both hands tugging at the straps of his backpack. “Hey!” he greets her once she’s close enough, his smile widening mischievously. “Big day, huh?” 

Allura pointedly avoids his gaze as she twists the knob and opens her locker to exchange a few books, but she can’t quite hide the heat rising to her cheeks. “I suppose you could say that.”

“How do you feel?” 

“I feel fine.” 

“Are you nervous?”

Allura shoots a half-hearted glare in Lance’s direction. “Do you have to be quite so obvious about it?” 

Lance snorts and he shrugs, clearly amused. “What? Double meaning, ‘Lura. Anyone else would think we’re talking about the game.” 

“So, let’s keep it that way,” Allura whispers harshly, shoving another book into the depths of her locker. 

“C’mon, you can’t blame me for wondering. I just wanna make sure you haven’t chickened out, that’s all.” 

“I haven’t,” Allura says firmly, at the same time she pulls the last book she needs out of her locker, and a small pink slip of paper that had been on top of it falls to the floor between them.

They stare at it. Allura recognizes the lopsided heart drawn with a sparkly silver pen at the top right corner, right next to a doodle of a volleyball and a smiley face. Lance must recognize it too, because he looks up with yet another smile that’s much too smug for Allura’s liking and hums. “Looks like you’ve got fan mail.”

“Shut up,” Allura mutters, bending down to pick it up and leaning away when Lance tries to get a better peek. She holds her breath as she carefully unfolds the paper, eyes quickly scanning the writing scribbled across the page in a neat cursive.

Hi Allura!! Just wanted to say good luck in the big game today!!! You’re going to do great!!! I’ll be right there in the front row tonight cheering you on!!!!!! I believe in you!!! You got this!!!! Spike it in their faces!!!!! >:) I’ll see you in class!!!!!!!!

— R

“Wooow,” Lance whistles, effectively snapping Allura back to the present and subsequently allowing her to realize how miserably she has failed to hold back a goofy smile, hopelessly endeared by the excessive use of exclamation points. “You’ve got it bad.” 

“Would you stop it,” Allura huffs, and Lance bursts into laughter as she shoves at his shoulder, at which point Allura can’t help but keep on smiling. “Let’s go, we’re going to be late for class.” 

They part ways halfway down the hall like they usually do, Lance disappearing into his classroom with a teasing smile and a wave that Allura obligingly returns before continuing on her way. She regrets not checking her reflection in the mirror hanging in her locker now—she doesn’t do much with her hair on game days when she knows she’ll be putting it into a bun later, but she hopes it looks presentable at least. It’s a bit ridiculous, but her heart rate picks up as she nears her own classroom, excitement and anticipation stirring in her stomach and making her palms sweat. 

God, Lance is right. She has it so bad. 

Someone’s calling her name the moment she enters the room, and Allura is utterly helpless to the smile that crosses her face at the sight of Romelle, eyes bright as she waves excitedly and gestures for Allura to come sit by her, as if she ever sits anywhere else. Her hair is pulled back into two braids today, complete with a pink ribbon tied around the end of each. It’s as endearing as her love of exclamation points, as endearing as everything else about Romelle that Allura takes note of every single day. 

Which is why she’s made up her mind to ask her out after the game, if and only if they win. 

And she really, really, really wants to win.

。·:*:·ﾟ★。·:*:·ﾟ☆

It’s close—but they win.

Allura serves the ball into the deep left corner to score the point they need to pull ahead by two and win the third match. The crowded gymnasium erupts with cheering, and even as the rest of the team surrounds Allura and squishes together with shouts and whoops of celebration, the only person she can seem to see is Romelle, standing on the front row and yelling and jumping and smiling, just like she said she would be. 

She can’t stop smiling all the way back to the locker room.

Usually the team goes out to celebrate together after a big win like this, but since this means they’ll be going to the championship, they’re back to practice first thing in the morning. Their coach congratulates them, updates them on their new practice schedule, and sends them on their way. 

Allura snatches her things and practically trips out the door in her haste to leave the locker room, only to find that Romelle is already waiting for her in the hallway outside. Well, more like Romelle finds her, because the only reason Allura doesn’t fall face first to the floor is because of Romelle’s hands grabbing her shoulders and keeping her upright. 

“Sorry,” Allura blurts, although the rest of her apology dies on her tongue the moment she looks up to see Romelle grinning down at her, eyes bright and sparkling.

“You did amazing!” Romelle cheers, jumping up and down a few times in excitement before throwing her arms around Allura’s shoulders. Allura can only be thankful that her back is to the locker room, so the rest of her teammates coming out can’t see just how much her cheeks have darkened. “That was the best game ever, you actually spiked that girl in the face!”

That pulls a shaky laugh out of Allura, and subsequently gives her the confidence she needs to mimic Romelle and wrap her arms around her, leaning into the embrace more than she should probably let herself. She did, in fact, spike someone on the other team in the face for a point. The girl was fine, no broken nose or anything, but she does feel rather badly about it. “Uh, yes. I didn’t quite mean to, but since I did, we can just say I did it for you.” 

Romelle pulls back but doesn’t let go, hands remaining on Allura’s shoulders and Allura’s just above Romelle’s waist. “So? Are you going out to celebrate with the team?” 

“Oh. Um…” Allura glances over her shoulder as her last few teammates trickle out of the locker room, chatting excitedly to one another about the game as they walk down the hallway. “No, we have practice in the morning. Never too early to start preparing for the championship.” 

Romelle almost looks disappointed for her, a slight pout to her lips as her shoulders slump. “Aw, that’s too bad. Wins like this always deserve a special something of some sort.” 

Allura bites her lip, heart rate picking up as the voices of her teammates fade and disappear altogether. It’s just the two of them now, alone in a relatively secluded hallway after a big game, and Romelle is talking about special celebrations. Now is her opening, she just has to take it. 

She swallows, averting her gaze and nudging at the gym bag slung over her shoulder with her knee, suddenly hyper aware of their proximity. “Actually, um… Romelle, I was sort of hoping—er, I thought maybe, we could go somewhere.” 

Romelle’s eyes light up. “Oh! I think Lance and Keith are still here, do you want to go with them, too? I can go get them—” 

“No, I—” Allura struggles not to stumble over her words, clearing her throat and shifting uncomfortably under the weight of Romelle’s confused gaze. “I mean, usually I would, but I was thinking. That this time, it could just be you. And… and me.” 

She can envision the gears turning in Romelle’s head during the silence that follows, and even then she still can’t make herself look up. It’s sort of mortifying how quickly her heart is beating, both horrified and excited at the prospect of what exactly this would mean depending on how Romelle reacts. There’s not exactly any coming back from this. 

“Oh,” is what Romelle eventually answers. She says it softly, more softly than Allura has ever heard her say anything, with an air of realization. There’s another short moment of quiet, and then: “You mean like… a date?”

Allura finally manages to tear her gaze away from the floor, and her heart skips a beat at the expression on Romelle’s face. Because if she didn’t know any better, she’d say Romelle almost looks… hopeful? She swallows again. “I would like it to be,” she admits quietly. “If—if that’s okay with you.” 

Romelle stares at her, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as if she can’t quite believe what’s happening, and Allura isn’t sure exactly how to interpret that. All she can do is stand there and wait, and think about how Romelle’s hands are still on her shoulders and if she hasn’t moved away then that must be a good sign, but then again she’s never been shy about physical contact and being close to people has never bothered her, in fact she forgets about personal space sometimes, but that’s just a Romelle thing and everyone knows that about her and loves it about her and—

Allura’s ridiculous spiraling inner monologue is interrupted by Romelle’s mouth on hers, and after that her brain pretty much stops working completely. Her eyes fall shut on instinct, arms tightening around Romelle’s waist now that the space has been closed between them, and before she knows it she’s kissing back. Romelle’s fingers are slipping through the hair at the nape of her neck, and her nose brushes Allura’s cheek and Allura literally can’t comprehend that this is happening right now. 

They break apart too soon, but it may be for the best, because Allura’s heart is beating so fast now she’s pretty sure she’s at risk of passing out. Her eyes flutter open as she catches her breath, but it only catches in her throat when she sees just how brightly Romelle is smiling at her, dimples and all, hands moving to cradle Allura’s cheeks. They simply stare at each other for a few moments, and then Allura clears her throat again. 

“So… that’s a yes?”

Romelle’s smile grows and she giggles, and before Allura can even recover, Romelle is taking her hand and tugging her down the hallway, bouncing up and down with each step and giggling some more the whole way. 

“I know the perfect place, this diner has all-you-can-eat pancakes and they’re the best pancakes in town, plus they have raspberry syrup! And you can get hot chocolate and if you ask for extra whipped cream they put a mountain of it on top and by the time you get to the actual hot chocolate it’s not hot anymore so it’s more like chocolate milk, but it’s so good, you have to try it…”  

She rambles on and on and on about the aforementioned diner all the way down the hallway, all the way into the parking lot, and all the way to Allura’s car, and Allura smiles the whole way.

If she didn’t feel like a winner before, she certainly does now. 

#my writing #romellura #voltron #vld #commission

[fieryrondo]

my report on skate canada 2019 and how i fell in love with figure skating all over again (part 1)

It’s taken me about a month to sit down and write this. Not necessarily due to lack of time (though that is a factor) but because the experience was so much. Even now, with grainy photos and videos taken with a trembling hand as proof of my time there, Skate Canada feels like a bit of a fever dream. The best kind that leaves you breathless, heart-pounding and longing for more.

I’m not a stranger to traveling alone but this would be my first international venture for something solely recreational, something solely just for me. A purely selfish pleasure. The planning itself was a.process that evolved over the course of months. And to be honest, there were times when I thought this trip wouldn’t happen at all. My flight, booked months in advance, got moved up several hours earlier than expected, forcing me to decide between missing part of the gala or to stay an extra night. Personal problems drained my stamina, and several bouts of poor health stoked the fear that this day would never come. It only became real when I set off for Boston, carry-on, and swan plush in tow, for the first leg of my journey.

Kelowna, a charming lake-resort town in the middle of nowhere British Columbia. There are no direct flights from the East Coast there and I ended up having an overnight stopover in Toronto. From what I saw from the vantage point of the aircraft, Toronto was a beautiful city and reminded me a little of Los Angeles. However, I had little time to appreciate the city. I checked into a hotel to shower, warm up some leftovers, and resurrect my dying phone.

(above) My companions for the journey. 

The swan was for Yuzuru, I know it is traditional to give him a Pooh bear but I picked the swan because it was the first program of his that I saw and to this day, it is still my favorite. It has a lot of meaning for me. The Sakura Pooh was my lucky charm, the Pooh ears a last-minute purchase. 

Due to my schedule, I had to miss the first day, which itself was a bit of a risk. Isn’t it crazy? Traveling thousands of kilometers just to watch half a competition? I certainly thought so. Not to mention how Yuzuru performed during the short would have a direct impact on how he would approach the free skate. Skate Canada has never been his strongest competition. Even if he was the overwhelming favorite, like most fanyus, I’ve learned to take nothing for granted. When I heard that he skated well in the short, I breathed a little more easily before settling down to draft my letter.

“Perhaps it’s a bit forward of me, a complete stranger, to wish you this, but congratulations on your chest muscles” was the opening line of my letter, as suggested by my good friend Tanya over @turistinmyowncity​. I was too embarrassed to actually take photographic evidence but rest assured I did include it. I like to think that it may have made Yuzuru smile. A gold foil origami crane was added for additional luck. Like many fans, I was keeping my fingers crossed for Yuzuru’s first Skate Canada title.

And then it was off to the airport again, this time for the second leg of the flight. Unlike the first flight, not so many passengers were flying to Kelowna and we all got to pick our own seats.

It did not occur to me that catching Yuzuru’s practice was even within the realm of possibility until I had realized that we had arrived in Kelowna 30 minutes earlier than scheduled. A fanyu i had been corresponding with had texted: “Yuzuru’s skating second to last in practice. If you hurry, you might make it.”

*insert dramatic cinematic action sequence where I race to the nearest cab driver, shakily request to be taken to Prospera Palace expediently without breaking any traffic safety laws and then quietly die to the barely heard strains of Origin while the main entrance security guard painstakingly searches my luggage.*

One of the most vivid memories I have of Skate Canada is dragging my ridiculously bulky carryon (gimpy wheel and all) up the flight of stairs in Section 114, trying to flatten myself and become one with the stairwell wall and not get in anyone’s way. A volunteer took pity on me and let me stand on the top of the steps for a closer look. The first thing I saw, of course, was Pooh-san, that bright splash of red and yellow works perfectly as a homing beacon.

I missed Origin but was able to catch the last few minutes of practice. As for first impressions go, I’m afraid I don’t have anything particularly new to offer. Yuzuru looks as exactly as he does in photos. Sharp, precise, graceful. And fast! He kept practicing what looked like his entrance into quad loop. 

With men’s practice over, I met up with fellow fanyu VentusCantabile, an extremely sweet person with an excellent singing voice :). I dropped off my luggage at our Airbnb (conveniently located two blocks away) before rushing back over to the arena for the free dance. The venue itself is not that big so even in seats from the nosebleed section you can get a pretty good view. I was in section 112, the closest I could get to the judges' side view and also got a decent(ish) view of the kiss and cry.

I must confess that I don’t really follow ice dance and am unable to provide anything insightful. To me, everyone looked absolutely stunning. I cheered extra loud for Sara Hurtado/Kirill Khaliavin, the first Spanish ice dancers to win a Grand Prix medal. It’s no secret that I miss Javi terribly since his retirement so it was so nice to see Spanish figure skating continue to make strides. Sara’s story is also particularly inspiring. Like Javi, she has worked extremely hard to put Spanish figure skating on the map.

Other teams that impressed were: Gilles/Pourier, Hubbell/Donohue and Fear/Gibson. Fear/Gibson had an especially fun program and the Russian family next to me were so cute in that they were cheering for all of the European teams.

And then it was time for the ladies.

Media will talk about Trusova’s mindbogglingly difficult quads, Rika’s sublime triple axel, Medvedeva’s fight of a free, but the free skate of the night for me personally was Marin’s La La Land. So tenderly skated! Marin is so lovely and a true pleasure to watch live. To watch her bravely skate through (bandage and all) the best free she’s had in ages, how meaningful it must have been. And thus the first sea of Japanese flags washed through the stands. 

Here is Evgenia! Her dress is actually extremely beautiful. A very charismatic skater, there were a lot of fans who had come from overseas to cheer for her. 

Cute podium :)

Then a break for lunch. The funniest thing I found about being in Kelowna is how it is no exaggeration that figure skating fans just take over the town. The restaurant we went to was packed full of figure skating fans. Talking with fanyus was surprisingly easy. A bit awkward at first but it wasn’t long before we were easily chatting about scoring GOE guidelines and work and other fandom interests.

Then back to the rink for pairs. Given that there was a dearth of filled seats in the lower rows, I half-guiltily took the opportunity to sit a bit closer.

Watching pairs. Is. Terrifying. Lifts are hella more impressive. Twists are gravity defying. Throws are put your hands together and pray the guy does his part to help his partner land those jumps.

Vladimir Morozov lifting Evgenia Tarasova. I appreciated them a lot more live. Their elements are huge and so so clean.

Boikova/Kozlovskii are also now officially my favorite Russian pairs team. I had originally planned on filming their free since seeing quality pairs skating is such a rare opportunity in the US (cough, cough, please invest in pairs more, usfsa). I could not take my eyes off of them for one second. They were so confident and radiating electric charisma from start to finish. A young team with a very bright future!

Between the break, I also spotted Elladj Blade and Kevin Reynolds, the latter was kindly signing autographs. I was too shy to approach either of them but let me tell you Kevin is very sweet with little kids.

And then on to the men! The arena was starting to fill again so I ended up moving up a few rows. I was nervous (for a variety of reasons) but this was ultimately the event I came to see. Watching men is a bit like Russian roulette, you can either expect magnificence or implosion (or sometimes both). Not too many falls but pops are quite painful to see, especially when you know they are so costly. Still, there was a lot to like. Watching Matteo made my heart ache because his style reminds me so much of Javi’s (and doing a flamenco program does not make that association any easier). Roman is also really gorgeous to watch live, but he was so nervous during the free he was unable to show us what he’s really capable of.

At some point, you can sense the audience’s point of focus shift, probably during Camden’s skate (also really liked Camden!). I was sitting pretty close to the side of the skater’s entrance and noticed that all of the fans right by the stairwell had their phones/cameras out. Stairwell shooting is always a reliable indicator of Yuzuru’s arrival ^^

That roar of approval when Yuzuru takes off his jacket is something else. Origin 2.0 is a beautiful costume and way, way more sparkly in real life. Photos don’t quite do the sparkles justice.

Those six minutes of warm-up were honestly some of the most stressful I’ve experienced. Yuzuru kept drilling the quad loop, the jump that he had been having trouble with during practice. After he had gotten a beautiful one under his belt (good, please do that again in the free), he seemed to calm down.

I found it very difficult to concentrate on the other skaters in the second group. By then the stadium was packed and every seat was filled. I had doubts about whether or not I would even get the chance to throw my gift onto the ice because I was so high up and nowhere near the aisle. Worst case scenario, I would just keep my swan.

Keiji!!! He was so fun to watch here. I really love both of his programs this season and he was totally on from the very first jump! Not gonna lie, I saw my life flash before my eyes when he almost ran straight into the boards on his second sal, and then the dainty single toe on the end made me laugh. :)

So it never occurred to me, a formerly strictly broadcast viewer, the amount of time that skaters have right before they skate. There is SO much time. While they were doing the slow-mo replay and the judges were punching buttons, Yuzuru was already whizzing on the ice. He landed a very beautiful quad toe. Feather light. Airy. Calm and commanding, he looked good to go.

At this point, I put down my phone. Although part of me cried at the thought of not having a personal recording of Yuzuru’s free, it felt important to focus entirely on him with my own two eyes.

There are no words that can quite describe what I felt when watching Origin. When I look back on this skate, I can only remember how hard I ground my teeth. How I could feel the opening drum beats like the beats of a human heart. How my knuckles whitened as they grasped the edge of my hard seat. Yuzuru went for the loop and spun out, clinging on to the ice by the edge of his blade. Not the prettiest landing but he made it.

The sal next, smooth as silk. Step sequence, violin choreo(!!), that scream for the prettiest triple lutz I’ve seen. Quad toe. How many quads left. My fingernails were digging into my plastic wrapped swan. THAT FUCKING QUAD TOE-EULER-TRIPLE FLIP. Ahhhhhhhh, roll of thunder, hear our cry.

The CLAPPING. 6000 voices in perfect synchrony. Every completed jumping pass felt like a victory charge. That bionic knee bend determination to eke out that double toe. All jumping passes cleared. At some point I must have started breathing again. A song in my heart, indiscriminate joy squeezing the heck out of my vocal cords. Lay down that ina bauer! A tiny slip on the hydroblade but he’s done it. He’s ground the silver curse to dust. When you’re screaming at the top of your lungs but you can’t hear a thing because everyone else around you is screaming louder than you. Final clapping sequence. Dramatique pose, punch the air. Sound your barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

322.59!!! Feels. So. Damn. Right.

#yuzuru hanyu #skate canada 2019 #season: 2019 2020 #personal #my ears are still deafened from the screaming #part 2 will be gala!

[tivaholic4]

NCIS High School: Chapter Ten:

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. Movie critique included Tony talking with her throughout the entire class about different film-makers and the movies they made. She listened intently to his enthusiastic comments on films. This made her smile. He clearly had a strong love for the films. When the class was over, they made their way out of their class and met up with Tim and Abby at their lockers. Tim and Abby had lockers right next to each other with Ziva’s being 3 lockers to the left of them. Tony was 2 to the left of her, as well. Tony and Ziva made their way to their lockers to retrieve their books and things and they all walked to the gym. Tony looked through the door window and saw Fornell already in there setting up everything for their game. He turned to Ziva and took off his letterman jacket and handed it to her.

“What are you doing, Tony?” Tony smiled as she was handed the jacket.

“Well, I can’t wear it during the game. Could you hang onto it for me? That way they know who you're rooting for.” Ziva smiled and stared into his sparkling green eyes. She nodded and as he walked away, she wrapped the jacket around her and smelled the scent that could only be described as Tony. Her smile became brighter, completely ignoring Tim and Abby who were standing beside her smiling as if they had won the lottery. They didn’t say anything as the three of them made their way into the gym and found a seat on the bleachers. Ziva looked around and noticed some people from her classes. She noticed Jeanne in the corner warming up with the other cheerleaders. She smiled as she caught a whiff of Tony’s scent on his jacket. She liked how his scent surrounded her. How her heart started beating uncontrollably. She couldn’t help herself as she pulled out her phone and tapped Tony’s name in the messages app.

Ziva: Good luck tonight. I know that you will do great. :)

She wasn’t expecting a response, but she received one immediately.

Tony: Knowing that you’re in the stands cheering me on will make me do much better. ;)

Ziva: I am getting many looks from your jacket.

Tony: Don’t worry about that. They know who you’re rooting for.

Ziva: Good luck tonight, Tony. See you after the game.

Tony: Sounds good. Talk to you later.

Ziva put her phone back into her pocket. She couldn’t help but think about his flirting throughout their conversations. She blushed as she thought about him in that way. Maybe letting him in wouldn’t be a bad thing. She was away from all the violence of her country, maybe now she could live a little. She was away from her father and his control. She could be a teenager now. She could decide her own future now. If Tony wanted to be in her future, then she was perfectly fine with that.

She turned to look at Tim and Abby. They were looking at Tim’s phone. She turned back to look at the court seeing as they were talking way to advanced for her. She noticed Jeanne glaring at her. More importantly, at the jacket she was wearing. She let out a small smirk and looked around the gym again. 15 minutes later, the “enemy” team started warming up on their side of the court. She noticed how many guys sent her appreciative glances. The only person that could do that was Tony.

‘Wait, what?’ Tony wasn’t hers. They weren’t together. Why was she thinking this? Sure, she loved being around him but she also just met him. Maybe, later on, they could explore something along that line, but as of now? No. They were just friends.

‘Keep telling yourself that.’ Her thoughts made her blush. The announcer, who was one of the seniors in the beta club, came on the intercom and welcomed everybody to the game. He announced the other team, Washington High, and proceeded to read off all of their names. Up next, was their team. They went by numbers and the boys were called out onto the court.

“NUMBER 7, GERALD JACKSON!” The crowd around her went wild as an about 6’1 guy came out of the tunnel. He kissed his hand and sent it to the bleachers.

“NOW FOR OUR POINT-GAURD. NUMBER 8, TONY GIBBS!” Ziva sees Tony run out and he looked around the gym. When he layed eyes on her, he smiled. Ziva returned the smile and sent him a slight wave. He returned the wave and made his way in front of her, seating himself on the team bleachers below her. This was a new experience for her. She had never gone to an outing like this before. She would always be stuck in the backyard fighting a stupid wood thing. Or, she would be with her father and learning every language he could possibly teach her. She liked this new life. The ability to go out and have fun pretty much whenever she felt like it.

She tuned back into the game and Abby turned to talk to her.

“This is called the tip-off. It’s where we see who gets possession of the ball first. Our basket is on the right, there’s is on the left. We gotta beat them this year. They always crush us and teepee our school statue out front before they leave school grounds. Probably have toilet paper stashed away in the back of their bus.” She smiled as Abby was very enthusiastic about beating this team.

“You seem very enthusiastic.” Tim let out a laugh.

“She’s always like that.” Abby punched him lightly in the shoulder and he just kept laughing. Ziva started as well. Were they a couple or were they just good friends? Again, she tuned in to the game to see Tony on the court in the back while 4 other players stood in a circle in the middle of the court. The ref tossed the ball into the air and what Abby called the center from our team, jumped and caught the ball and passed it to Tony. Tony then dribbled the ball down the court and passed the ball to his left to another player. He then charged to the goal and was passed the ball and he layed it up, causing the ball to go through the net. The crowd cheered around her again and clapped. She looked at the scoreboard and noticed that there was the number 2 now under MFHS. She looked at Abby.

“Why are there two points? Shouldn’t there only be one?” Abby let out a chuckle.

“True. There’s a chance to get from 1-3 points from shooting. What Tony just scored was a two-pointer. If he goes behind that arch and shoots, he’ll get 3. When there’s a foul, the person that got fouled will go to the line and will normally get two shots. That’s one point each shot.” Ziva nodded her head, understanding. This was an interesting game. She was beginning to love to watch it. Especially since every time, Tony would score, he would at Ziva and wink. She smiled and blushed a light shade of red. She could definitely get used to this.

#NCIS #Ziva David #Tony DiNozzo #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #Tim McGee #Abby Sciuto #Jenny Shepard #Donald Mallard #Jimmy Palmer #Eventually Breena Slater