#and while don is a bit more familiar with affection he's still. taken aback because he's much more used to giving it than recieving it

[goldiipond]

i love raydon so much i just adore the progression of their relationship throughout the series. how don admires ray and wants so so badly to be close to him and how ray wants to be close to don as well but constantly pushes him away because getting close to this hyperactive dork knowing he's going to die hurts way too much and he knows that if they did get close and don lived until his planned death date don would be absolutely devastated. so he simply continues to push him away because he thinks it's better for both of them, while don is hurt but just brushes it off as ray ‘being a downer’ because he doesnt know why he seems to be so distant!!

the apology in episode 6 being the first major breakthrough in their relationship and having don making one of the softest smiles in the series, he’s just SO happy to be making this progress with ray and its so touching. and how after that their relationship only gets better, to the point where don gets so overjoyed to see that ray is safe he tackles him, and even starts crying.

i just. love their relationship its so underrated i love the idea of don spending so long admiring ray from a distance and him finally being allowed to get close to him and actually get to know him and all that admiration slowly turning into genuine love, and ray experiencing these warm, soft feelings he never thought he'd live to feel and the weight of them all shocking him to his core, and shocking don too. i love the thought of these two boys who grew up desperately wanting to know each other but being unable to finally being given that chance and running with it, opening up about their insecurities and being soft and vulnerable and giving each other the pure adoration they both deserve <3

#skye's ramblings #I JUST HAVE. A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM. ALL THE TIME. UNDERRATED RELATIONSHIP EVER #ithink one thing that endears me to this ship over more popular ones is that unlike emma and norman ray doesn't really. know don #at the start or the other way around. beauttiful payoff of finally being able to build that relationship they wanted for so long #and their dynamic in general is just. good <3 theyd just mesh really well together #don would be so tender and gentle with ray while also respecting his boundaries #and ray would just be in shock because he's never been held so gently in his life #n he'd begin to gradually get more comfortable initiating contact on his own bc he just loves this dork so much and wants him to feel loved #and while don is a bit more familiar with affection he's still. taken aback because he's much more used to giving it than recieving it #especially with ray. ray initiated their first kiss and he cried <3 #theyre just so. so good i wish more people cared about their relationship. i know why they don't but still #iwill spare you all my t/pn freak server rants but. they would be so popular if don was white #wjatever i love them and im the only person that matters they are everything. to me <3 #raydon #best part abt no one shipping this is i can tag for my own illness purposes organization and not worry abt anyone seeing it <3

[hannie-dul-set]

you had never thought that the most nerve-wracking experience in your life would be knocking on a door.

it had been twenty minutes, at least— you staring intently on the hard black painted entrance, hand reaching for the surface every couple moments or so, but only to end up retracting it in hesitation.

within your instances of delay, you took a minute to examine the few potted plants decorating the place's exterior. this wasn't the same place jaehyun's mother had uninvitingly invited you to last time. you had found out that the jung's had many houses, the previous being their family's, and this one being jaehyun's personal living space, where he usually resided whenever it got too busy at the company (which, to be honest, was more likely than not).

y/n, stop getting sidetracked, dammit. you scolded yourself, bringing the both of your palms to the sides of your face and you gave yourself a few light smacks. before you can find yourself wandering from your thoughts even more, you decided to just get on with it.

inhaling a sharp dose of air, you lifted your right hand to the door's surface.

knock. knock. knock.

without even a second to spare, the door swung open, making you think— had he been waiting behind it this entire time?

a rush of warmth attempted to fight its way into your cheeks at that notion, even more so when you saw jaehyun finally standing in front of you, donned in a simple black shirt and his favorite checkered pants, with the usual neatly styled hair that he wore everyday, now in a somewhat ruffled mess.

yet he still manages to take your breath away.

"hi."

you managed to breathe out, heart attempting to break away from the cages of your chest. jaehyun mumbles the same, pressing his lips together in a small, dimpled smile before ushering you inside. the door closed with a resounding click, and he turned to face you.

jaehyun noticed the way that you had your gaze at your feet, the way you fiddled with your fingers as you bit down your bottom lip, and the way there was a slight puffiness in your eyes— and his heart ached, piercing through the smothering silence of his home. he opened his mouth, in the attempts to say something— anything— but he himself was left wandering in the dark with the situation, so the words he had tried to come up with refused to spill.

instead, he waited for you to start speaking, but it seems you had trouble in doing so, as well.

never had you thought that you'd experience awkwardness around jaehyun.

but here you were.

"are… are you mad at me?" your voice sounded more like a squeak than anything, and broke through the quiet drenching you both. and somehow, despite your refusal to look at him directly, you could still see jaehyun flinching from your question.

it took him a while to utter a response, and it had you swimming in a self constructed pool of nervousness. that is until you heard him whisper a quiet "no," and the softness of his voice nearly tore you into pieces. your heart shivered as you felt him getting closer, gently holding the sides of your face, causing you to look up at him with quivering eyes. "no, of course not."

a frown fanned across your lips and you reached for his hands, bringing them down in an assured hold. "be honest, jae. tell me you're at least upset."

his expression was unreadable, and one beat of silence passed.

two beats.

three—

"okay," he let out a relented sigh. "i am a little upset."

at that juncture, you let go of his hands and deliberately buried yourself into his chest, arms wrapping around him in a moment of unspoken warmth. jaehyun was taken aback, and with a muffled voice, you mumbled out. "i'm sorry..."

he froze for a while, arms hanging in the air without knowing what to do until a fond expression sneaked its way into his face, and he returned your embrace. a gentle kiss presses onto the top of your head, and he lightly brushes his fingers through the strands of your hair, causing you to look up. he smiled at you— a forgiving smile, and you felt the deepness of his voice engulfing your vulnerability.

"will you tell me what happened, baby?"

it was ridiculous, honestly. how every sound he utters, every gaze he sends at you, was enough to have you weak— stumbling over your own emotions stained in a blazing shade of red until you could barely find it in yourself to stand up.

(you didn't know this, but at that exact moment, jaehyun was feeling the exact same thing).

"can we sit down first?" the two of you never left your position, still buried deep in each others' arms, and when jaehyun released an ocean-deep chuckle at your question, you felt it flooding right through you. and instead of drowning, it felt as if you were being carried by the waves into someplace familiar— someplace safe. he led you to the couch in the middle of his living room, a low glass table in its front. there was a considerable distance between the both of you, only your fingers intertwined with each other serving as a bridge.

hesitation flashed through your features, head trained on the ground and not knowing how to start, but then you felt a squeeze on your hand. you looked up, seeing the assuring warmth of jaehyun's smile, and you found yourself releasing a huff of air.

"i did go to the gala last night," you started. "actually, i talked to mark for a while before i left— was he the one who told you?"

he nodded, lines of attentiveness tracing the softness of his features.

"i didn't stay long, though. when i saw you, i was really about to go up to you," you exhaled, heaviness weighing you down in a moment of contemplation, and then you continued. "but then, people started talking..."

"talking about what?"

"how you and seonha were perfect for each other."

jaehyun was still. he had not expected an outcome like this. a sudden blow was directed to his chest, spreading all throughout the rest of his being when he saw the aching expression on your face. how he wanted to take you in his arms once more, to kiss you senseless until all the parasitic pressing of your thoughts were to be scared away, never to see the light of day again.

but he was still— unable to move no matter his desperation, and your voice caused a rift in his senses once more.

"i know their words meant nothing, and— and i know i shouldn't have let any of them get to me but—" your solemn gaze lingered on jaehyun, glazed with a sheer layer of glass. "i… i don't know. it felt like i was suffocating and all i wanted to do was to just leave."

the ticking clock from afar was incessant against the strained silence, serving as a continual reminder of how much the seconds pass.

"i'm… sorry for disregarding everything you said to me the other day. and i'm sorry for lying to you."

"y/n, you know i love you, right?"

without you even realizing, the distance between you had nearly disappeared, a small space remaining for he still had your hand in the gentleness of his hold as he looked at you with the glimmer of adoration doused in his dark pools. 

"i know... "

he smiled, light sunlight peeking inside a dim room.

"and because i love you," jaehyun started, bringing your hand to his lips and he pressed down a tender kiss, sending a rush of warmth down your spine and his gaze on you lingered as he did so. "i'll keep on reminding you that i do until there's room left for doubt inside your head, okay?"

a skip of a heartbeat, a slight quivering of your lip, a faint stinging in your eyes, and he had no right to make you feel this way. once again, you found yourself buried in his chest, limbs tangled haphazardly on the couch just so that you can envelop him in your tightly gripped affection even more. his arms snaked around you, head resting on the top of yours and you heard him mumble into your hair. "...i'm sorry for not being with you when you were having a hard time."

you released yourself from him a little, just enough so that you can look at him in the eye. jaehyun had his brows raised in confusion, and without even giving him a moment to interject

you kissed him.

short, sweet, and delicate— just a bare graze on the pinkness of his lips.

jaehyun was caught in a daze, only for a brief moment, before he broke into the most lovestricken smile you've ever seen. there was a glint in his eyes, just before he captured your lips, eliciting a gasp from you as he returned your chaste peck with an intensity that was tens, hundreds, thousands of times more, and it had you surrendering.

with a light thud, jaehyun's back fell onto the couch's surface with you on top of him, one of his hands falling firmly at the back of your head. it was fervent— mouths clashing in a blur of tongue, teeth, and shallow breaths until the feverish bursts swallowing your lungs had you both gasping for air.

and so you broke apart, the sounds of your staggered breathing against one another as you stared into each other's eyes, foreheads touching. it was a wordless exchange, with the both of you knowing exactly what the other was meaning to say.

i love you.

jaehyun took another bite at your lips, and it had you stifling an uncontrollable bubble of laughter. he shuffled to move from his current position, sitting up to lean against the armrest of his couch so that it would be more comfortable for you, knowing that you two would stay like this for a long while, but he never releases you from the warmth of his arms.

head now resting against his chest, you interrupted the moments of silence with a notion that nearly had jaehyun smothering you with even more of his love. "we didn't even get to go public because of me."

"is that what you're worried about? it's never too late for that, baby," he laughs, his hand lightly brushing your head as you looked up at him. "if you want i can run outside right now— yelling at the neighbors about how much i love you."

you let out a whine, disapproving his suggestion, and the deep vibrations of his laughter coming from his chest coursed through you like before.

"i'm not lying. i will actually do it if you tell me to."

"and i won't ever tell you to do that because that's insane, jaehyun."

"it was only a suggestion," he muses, playing around with a few strands of your hair. "have you eaten yet, baby?"

the sound of ticking was once more, telling you how much time has passed. you looked at him, seeing the same dimpled smile that he flashed at you at the bus stop a few months earlier, and you smiled back.

"no," you answered. "not yet."

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the classic rich boy and poor girl love story but with less prejudice and more happiness

38 // because i love you

a/n: ;DDD the series is coming to an end!! tomorrow is the last part besides the epilogue and i'm hdjsjshhs

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[angstmongertina]

Words of Wisdom (minor Ethan Ramsey/MC)

Purposely posting for Father's Day because it seems very appropriate considering how much of a father figure Naveen is to Ethan, and a grandmentor to MC. In other words, I absolutely adore Naveen to bits, and I think he and MC are long overdue for a conversation.

I didn't think I'd have increased inspiration now that the entire book has ended and we have to wait who knows how long until book 2 comes out but hey, in the meantime, I guess I'll keep writing. So enjoy me continuing the spam the fandom? :P

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She was not entirely surprised to be called into the soon-to-be Chief Banerji’s office after completing her rounds. After all, between his promotion and her return, there was plenty she suspected he had questions about, and the only true surprise was that he had recovered enough to maintain the stamina for such an extended visit to Edenbrook.

In retrospect, it should have been equally expected that Dr. Banerji would not be alone.

At his cheerful invitation, she entered, only to find him sitting at his desk, with an extremely familiar figure standing at his side. Ethan—Dr. Ramsey—froze as she paused in the doorway, his face appearing about as startled and awkward as she felt.

Dr. Banerji seemed entirely oblivious to the sudden tension, or at least would have been if not for the sly grin playing in the corners of his mouth. “Ah, Isabelle. Thank you for coming.”

Carefully avoiding the gaze of her now direct supervisor, she smiled, taking the chair he waved her towards. “Of course…” She hesitated. “Dr. Banerji? Chief Banerji?”

His answering smile was gentle. “I think you, if anyone, has earned the right to call me Naveen, my dear. I have been your patient after all.” She must have made a face; he laughed, warm and strong despite his lingering frailty and tinged with what was almost fatherly affection. “At least consider it outside of official settings?”

Before she could decide on a reply, he pushed himself to his feet and… Dr. Ramsey made a noise of protest, which he shrugged off as easily as he did the restraining hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine, Ethan. Now go on. You’ve been reinstated as well so I’m sure you have more important things to do than to hover over me like a worried hen. After all, thanks to you and Isabelle, I’m no longer on the verge of keeling over.”

His expression as stern as ever, Dr. Ramsey crossed his arms over his chest. “I believe I’ll be the judge of that. But very well.”

She stole a glimpse at him as he made his way around the desk and towards the door, his face oddly relieved, though it smoothed into his usual impassive expression when their eyes met, and she quickly looked away.

“Dr. Wang.”

She nodded, focusing her gaze just to the right of his face. “Dr. Ramsey.”

When the door closed behind him, she turned back to Naveen, who grinned at her, amusement and mischief dancing in his eyes, as he ambled his way to a coffee machine in the corner of the room. “Something to drink?”

She leapt to her feet, following him with outstretched hands. “Here, allow me, Dr—” He raised an eyebrow and she cleared her throat. “Um, Naveen?”

Dark brown eyes twinkled at her, both approving and gently admonishing. “I am well enough to get my own tea. And yours too, if you wish it.”

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and it wasn’t until she had been settled with her own fragrant cup that he relaxed back into his seat. “Now, where were we?”

“You asked to see me?” The question of whether he’d asked her to stop by knowing full well that he would have company in order to watch the theatrics, she swallowed with some difficulty, instead opting to take a small sip from her tea.

“Ah, yes.” Almost immediately, his casual expression turned serious, though his constant gentleness remained. “As a result of being thoroughly indisposed throughout most of it, I feel I am still a bit… behind on the full story of your trial. Dr. Olsen explained some details, including his involvement, during the drive but I would like to hear your perspective, if you do not mind.”

“Ummm… how much of it?” When he only gave her an encouraging nod, she took a deep breath, tightening her hands around the mug, and laid out everything, from the research to the theft and delivery of the drug. From Mrs. Martinez’s final fate to her friends’ support in the investigation and trial. Dr. Banerji was an attentive listener, exuding calm without judgment and only interrupting with the rare question.

After she finished, a silence fell over the room, one that she couldn’t bring herself to break, especially not to question whether knowing the full facts changed his opinion of her. Instead, she raised her cup, taking a sip of her now lukewarm tea, and resisted the urge to fidget as Dr. Banerji sat forward, expression thoughtful.

“Dr. Olsen mentioned being the one who told the Martinez family about your involvement, among various other… grievances he committed against you. And yet you accepted his help with little ill-will. Even he was surprised.”

Taken aback herself, she shrugged. “Our history didn’t matter when it came to a potential cure for you. Saving lives is far more important. And anything beyond that was his own choice.”

“And that is why he made the choice to support you in the end.” He nodded, seemingly to himself, and relaxed back into his seat. “Thank you. For both telling me everything and for your selflessness when you had far more pressing issues threatening your career than helping an old man. Your future patients are in good hands.”

“I should be thanking you.” She shifted slightly, then… “Do you truly want to leave the diagnostic team?” The words fell out of her mouth before she could snap her mouth shut, but he didn’t seem to mind, only steepling his fingers with a thoughtful expression.

“Would it surprise you if I said yes?” When she said nothing, he chuckled, but it was low, tired. “I loved my time leading the team, make no mistake, and I have no doubt you will find it a most rewarding experience. Being able to witness the trickiest cases, solve the toughest puzzles… It is an honor but…” He sighed, something resembling melancholy filtering into his voice. “I was too involved, too stressed, especially when I put my everything into it. In some ways, the irony is quite humorous.”

Drawing a breath, he sat forward, their eyes meeting, and the intensity of his gaze nearly took her breath away. “I loved it. I still love it. And I never fully realized how far I was until I physically could not maintain that life any longer. Only when I was staring death in the face did I notice how much of life I had missed. Now that you have given me a second chance, I have no intention of squandering that.”

Unsure of what she could even say to that, she only nodded, and he laughed again, more lighthearted this time. “I suppose you weren’t expecting such a heavy answer. My apologies for burdening you with an old man’s rambling.”

“No, it was very insightful to get your perspective. Just…” She hesitated, trailing off as she bit her lip.

He folded his hands around his mug and leaned back into his seat with a warm look. “You no doubt have more questions. Please feel free to ask anything else you wish.” There was something in his eyes, an understanding, as if he knew the doubt already lingering in her mind.

Encouraged, or perhaps emboldened, by his expression, she took a deep breath. “Why me? You already knew about the trial and there are plenty of strong residents who don’t have so much of a… reputation.”

Grinning, he shrugged. “Who else cured the sepsis?”

“That wasn’t just me. Dr. Olsen was the one who gave me the inspiration…”

To her surprise, he smiled wider. “And that is why you will make a brilliant diagnostician. Too many of us rely on only ourselves or those directly involved. And on one hand, it makes sense. Between patient confidentiality and our experience, we truly are the foremost experts in diagnosing tricky cases. But that also makes us incredibly insular. We must learn to branch out and reach out more, to trust others and obtain second and third opinions. I learned that almost too late. And Ethan…”

She straightened instinctively at the name, though she kept her face as impassive as she could. Thankfully, Naveen either didn’t notice or said nothing. “Ethan relies on me too much. There are few who could have achieved what he has done in ten years, but as a consequence, it kept him closed off from the world, from everyone outside of the team.” He sighed, though the sound was more affectionate than distressed. “I suspect Ethan has told you that I never married, never had a family?”

For a moment, she hesitated, but Naveen only chuckled. “It is hardly a secret, really. I decided very early in my career that I would focus all of my energy on my patients and that anything else, everything else, would be secondary. Ethan is the closest thing I have to family left, and while it is a rewarding life, it is also a lonely one. And now, I see him following much the same path. Or, at least, he would have been if not for you.”

“Me?” Her voice was more of a squeak than anything, but to his credit, his laugh was almost passably a cough.

“You. You brought him out of his shell, reminded him what it was to live for himself.” His eyes twinkled. “You called him out on his bullshit when he deserved it, and encouraged him when he needed it. And especially now that I am no longer able to keep an eye on him, now that he will be leading the team, I think he needs that more than anything else.”

For a moment, she hesitated, wondering just how much he knew, but when he said nothing else, she nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask. Thank you.”

She shook her head, swallowing around a sudden lump in her throat. “No, thank you. For believing in me and giving me this opportunity and also for making Ethan the man, the attending, he is today. I can honestly say that I don’t think I’d be here otherwise, and I’ve already learned so much.”

His answering chuckle filled the room with warmth. “Perhaps, but I have no doubt you’ll have found your way here no matter what. This is your calling, Isabelle, and I don’t think anything could have kept you from it for long… except, it seems, the rambling conversations with an old man. My apologies.”

Grinning, she waved a hand at him. “No worries. It was… enlightening, to say the least, though I really should get back to my patients before Dr. Mirani comes looking for me.”

“I’m glad, and if he gives you any grief, feel free to place the blame solely on me.”

When he winked, she laughed and got to her feet. “And send him your way? I should hope not!”

He chuckled again, and she made her way to the doorway, though she paused when he called out.

“And Isabelle?” She turned to find him watching her with a mix of pride and understanding. “I do hope that you can take my words to heart as well. Please let me know if you ever have any questions, or just need to talk.”

Without thought, she raised an eyebrow. “Or want advice on the patients, no doubt?”

“Old habits die hard.” He grinned, suddenly mischievous, and raised his voice. “Oh, and please tell Ethan that I am still well, but if he must, he can come back in to check for himself, instead of just hovering outside the door attempting to eavesdrop.”

She twisted to find the man in question waiting in the hallway, muttering something that sounded impressively uncomplimentary under his breath, and met his gaze, laughing when he flushed. “Will do.”

It wasn’t until Dr. Mirani found her, nearly a quarter hour later, and commented on the unnecessarily chipper bounce in her step that she realized her face hurt from smiling.

#Open Heart #Ethan Ramsey x MC #Naveen Banerji #Ethan Ramsey #Play Choices #Tina writes stuff. #Tina plays Choices. #otp: worth any risk #Dr. Isabelle Wang

[onceuponanotherassumption]

Because it can’t be explained with words (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

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Note: A reimagined version of Chapter 326 of the manga wherein Tsukishima’s girlfriend is a manager of the team.

(Edited 11/08/21)

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Tsukishima looks around, trying to spot a certain someone amongst the sea of people, which proved to be a difficult task if not for the all black attire that the team’s managers wore. He spots her. And as if she felt someone’s gaze on her back, (y/n) turns around to look at his figure by the court. She raises a hand, mouthing for him to wait for her. Tsukishima raises a brow in question but signals a quick ‘okay’ sign nonetheless.

“Tsukishima,” A hand rests over his shoulder, catching him off guard, turning around to see Akaashi. “You really did your best to jump hard out there.”

“Well, I mean...” Tsukishima tries to come up with a proper response, only to sigh instead when he couldn’t think of any. “You guys really don’t disappoint winning in straight sets even in the third round.”

“Bokuto-san seems to be in good condition today.” Kenma joins in on the conversation, walking up next to the two. Where he even came from, Tsukishima had no clue.

“Yeah, I think he’s in really good shape today...” Akaashi points out. “More so than usual.”

While the others continue to talk, Tsukishima looks around the court again, spotting (y/n) talking to their coach. He notices how she hands him a bunch of papers, looking as if she was trying to explain something as the other nods in acknowledgement. He didn’t have enough time to ponder over it as Tanaka catches his attention, overhearing something about the “day three hell”, and rolls his eyes at Hinata’s excitement over something so dreadful.

“The name ‘day three hell’ probably really resonates with the kiddies.”

“Tsukishima, you ass!” Tsukishima continues to snicker at Tanaka, who took offence to what he just said.

“I was talking to Hinata, just so you know.”

“Two matches in a single day...isn’t that plain insanity?” The dreaded look on Kenma’s face was enough to show how he felt about it.

“I agree.”

“Kei, I’m done.” A calm voice catches his attention, he sees (y/n) next to him with his bag in tow.

“You should’ve let me get it myself.” He clicks his tongue, taking his bag from her.

“And wait for you to walk all the way across the gym and back? No way,” She hands Tsukishima a can of his favourite drink, it was still cold so he assumed the girl took a quick trip to the vending machines as well. “I’m already starving to death, so let’s go—“

(y/n) is suddenly taken aback by Hinata and Tanaka, animatedly jumping around her and throwing numerous questions.

“(y/n)-san, were you watching us? It was awesome right?!”

“What are you talking about, Hinata?” Tanaka grabs the other, trapping his neck around his arm in a death grip. “Of course she saw us! She’s our manager!”

“Actually...” (y/n) purses her lips, trying to construct her next few words. “I only watched until the second round, I had something else to do.”

“Eh?! (y/n)-san, you didn’t watch the last round?!”

“Sorry, you guys.” A small smile is on her lips, the tone in her voice was apologetic. “But I know you two did a great job, you should be proud of yourselves.”

“Getting complimented by a beautiful girl makes me want to work harder.” Tanaka boldly claims, looking as if he just won a prize from a competition. He ignores the murderous glare coming from Tsukishima, opting to stick his tongue at him.

“(y/n)-san, what about the—”

“Okay, we’re done here...” Tsukishima steps in, grabbing (y/n)’s arm to pull her along with him.

“Ah! Tsukishima you stingy jerk!” Hinata calls out, while Tanaka childishly makes a face to provoke him.

“We’ll see you later then!” (y/n) waves a hand at the two, trying to keep up with Tsukishima’s longer strides.

Neither of them uttered a word as they filed through the crowd of people in the stadium, (y/n) glances at Tsukishima’s hand still grasping her arm. With her free hand, she removes his hand off of her arm and clutches it with her hand instead. Surprisingly, he doesn’t say anything about it. Tsukishima was usually iffy when it came to openly displaying his affection.

“What were those papers you were holding awhile ago?” He finally asks as he finds a vacant table for them to eat peacefully.

“Oh, you saw those?” (y/n) takes a seat opposite to him, watching him take out their lunchboxes from his bag. “I was observing.”

“Observing?”

“After the second match ended, I went to watch Kamomedai’s match. Your next opponent, apparently.”

“I can’t say if I’ve heard of them before.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve gathered all there is to know about.” Tsukishima watches her sigh in content as she takes a bite from her food. “It’s up to you guys to form a strategy.”

“No wonder people are afraid of being on your bad side...”

“Why?”

“Because you can easily dig up any dirt on them and use it to your advantage.”

“You make it sound like I’m a bad person or something.”

“But aren’t you—ouch!” Tsukishima reaches a hand to rub his calf, glaring at the girl in front of him. (y/n) offers him an innocent smile before going back to her food as if she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“You were saying?”

“Nothing.” Tsukishima bites out.

“And before I forget, there’s a paper bag in there somewhere. Take it.” She points to his bag. Tsukishima raises a brow in curiosity, rummaging to find the said paper bag and taking it out to place it on top of the table.

“Do I even want to know what it is?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a bomb or anything remotely dangerous.” He scoffs at the sarcasm present in her tone, taking out a white dessert box from the paper bag. He startles at the familiar packaging, then pauses in thought. “When did you buy this...?”

“That’s a secret.” She chuckles, opening the container for him. “I’m surprised it’s still intact, although some of the icing is starting to melt.”

Tsukishima looks at the piece of strawberry cake in front of him. Although the icing was indeed starting to melt off, the whole thing still looked delectable enough to eat.

“I know it’s too early to celebrate, but making it into the quarterfinals is still an achievement. So, here’s a little gift from me.” (y/n) couldn’t help but feel a little bit flustered at the sight of Tsukishima genuinely smiling, but it was only for a split second before he retained the usual nonchalant look on his face.

“You didn’t need to do something like this.” Though his statement seemed cold, the tone in his voice was enough for (y/n) to know that he appreciated it.

“I know.”

——

“It’s going to be a long while before the quarterfinals start, you should take a nap and get your energy back.” The two were on the way back inside the stadium, heading towards a section where the other members of Karasuno were.

“What about you?”

“I’m not that tired,” (y/n) mutters quietly, seeing some of the team dead asleep from the exhaustion of playing prior to their battle with Nekoma. She sits down two seats away from a sleeping Asahi, noting the cute bear mask over his eyes. Tsukishima takes a seat next to her, placing his bag on a vacant chair. He watches (y/n) take out a small notebook, eyes scanning through the information she’d hurriedly written down.

After settling in a comfortable position, Tsukishima wraps his jacket around him and takes his headphones out. He scoots back, donning a sleeping mask of his own, and leans his head on (y/n)’s shoulder. (y/n) glances at him, a smile on her face as she continues to read through her notes.

“You did well today, Kei…” She mutters softly, unaware that Tsukishima could hear her.

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[ohmy7hearts]

Being the daughter of Barry Allen and Jason Todd’s significant other includes:

A/N: I hope this is up to your liking! If not, just request again with more details! And if you want a second installation to this which includes Bart, just ask, don’t be shy. 

Requested by: @gradeatrash123

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Your dad adores you so much; you’re his baby girl

I’m going on a limb here and say that you’re the oldest of your siblings - Don and Dawn

So growing up with your family, you’re a mix of Barry and Iris - dorky, silly, stubborn and flirty when need be

You’re also a speedster and Barry is a really great mentor. An easily jealous one, Iris may add, because whenever Wally tries teaching you, your father has this pouty look on his face. Jay merely smiles and will personally mentor you when he wants to tease Barry. Of course, all these speedsters are your mentors; you’re a family

Whenever you need help, you know you can approach any of them for help. And if it involves you crying, someone needs some beating up to the future and back, of course not literally. Maybe literally. Just don’t tell Iris and Joan

He brings you to meet the other heroes a lot, especially Hal and Oliver/Dinah. They grow to love you and see you as their own baby girl, much to Barry’s displeasure

You become a sidekick to your dad as much as Wally is

Hal will teach you the ways of flirting but you never have the heart to tell him you are an expert in that area thanks to your mother

Dinah will bring you (and occasionally Iris and Dawn) for a girl’s night out which includes going to the mall, mani and pedi, etc with some ass-kicking at the end of the night. Iris will be just a happy and proud by-stander

You got to meet Roy when he was still under Oliver’s mentorship and you both hit it off well. You guys become great friends, partners-in-crime even. Not really in crime, maybe sometimes, but just harmless pranks

Wally is usually the victim of these pranks and it always ends with a cold shoulder from him but with some affections, he will forgive you. Roy, not so much

When Oliver and Roy fought, both of you drifted and you hang out more with Wally instead

But, Wally has the (teen) Titans and even if you are invited to it, you refused. So you spend these time with your siblings or doing your own gig

Your siblings love you and whatever tricks they pick up from you always end with Barry just sighing and Iris giving you a disapproval look

But you are there with a proud grin and it is hard to be mad at them considering how they’re always looking at you for approval of some sort

You are the best older sister they can ask for as you help them with homework, hero missions, heartaches and everything in between

Having your own gig - after blessings from your mother and a hesitant father - means racing across the country and the world

You are more involved with missions overseas as America itself has heroes stationed across the country so there is little work for you within the country

During these missions overseas, you will take your time - sometimes it’s good to slow down as advised by Iris - to explore the city and of course getting some souvenirs for your family. Gag gifts are usually given to Wally, he still keeps them though

You meet the outlaws once on a mission overseas. While they are fighting off some goons, you are there for sightseeing after a mission well-done the morning before

After defeating them and seeing you are the only one around other than them, Roy realise how familiar you look and call out to you

You run to him to hug him and in your excitement, you forget about your powers so Roy ends up with more bruises from you than the goons themselves

Jason link your speed to the Flash fam and take note that you are the girl he always see with Wally when he was Robin so it all click in his head on how you are Barry’s daughter

Kori, not so much

After a hug session with Roy which ends with his almost death, you introduce yourself to the other two and Kori take an instant liking to you. If Iris was there, she would say how it is a perk of being a West-Allen

Jason couldn’t care less but seeing his best friend being more hyped with you around, he does not mind you sticking around

He realise why later on when he sees you two crafting some weapon together. At that moment, he realised he made decision

You didn’t really stay with them but return home when the day ends. But you’ll always come back after finishing your mission the following day

When Roy and Kori hook up, you and Jason feel compelled to spend more time together and leave them be. So there are days where both of you will explore the city together

“And you didn’t invite me? I thought I was your best friend?”

“We shall leave them be Roy, I sense love brewing within them.”

“OOooOOoo. I get to be best man!”

Jason wish you stay overnight sometimes

When Wally is lost in the speed force and everyone forgot him, you too forgot about him. But, you always had this empty feeling in your chest whenever you work at Star Labs without him there

At attempts to get the empty feeling in your soul, you travel more often and that means spending more time with Jason

Roy is with the Titans and Kori with the Teen Titans so it only leaves you two

Jason didn’t mind and find your presence to be calming. You two always joke around and sometimes flirt with each other. Okay, maybe more than just sometimes

Jason is overprotective of you so whenever the people he’s dealing with are uncultured swines, he makes sure they will not be interacting with you

After missions, you two will spend the rest  of the day walking through the city and if it’s late, to the bar you will go

You can’t get drunk and Jason has a high tolerance for it but it’s funny seeing a dorky side to Jason when he does get drunk

So when you didn’t show up one day and the few days after that, he gets a bit lonely but he brushes it off since he has missions to do

So when all is done and over, he returns to Gotham and all he can think of is you. He tries filling his days by helping his family, he’d rather be beaten by the Joker again than admitting that, but when the nights get a bit too long for his liking with no criminals to beat up, his mind always wanders back to you and what you’re doing in his absence

Dick, being the ever-perceptive older brother, knows he has girl troubles so he messages you

And one silent night, you speed over to the clock tower in Gotham, and there you see Jason sitting with his favourite gargoyle

When he turns to find you instead of his brothers, he is taken aback but before he can say  anything, words tumble out of your mouth at the speed of light and he cannot understand a single thing

So he approaches you, put his hands on your shoulder and tell you to slow down which you did and repeat the whole thing and he understands that you have been spending those days with Wally after him getting out of the speed force

You apologise over and over and to stop you from apologising again, he kisses you, after taking out his mask of course

Your eyes widen before fluttering to a close and you pull him closer by his leather jacket

His brothers are in the building over and are witnessing the whole thing. Dick is taking pictures and sending them to Wally

Wally sends them over to Barry and he is screeching

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[noble-royalty]

Drafty draft

The air outside was warm and pleasant, even gentle at some extent. Eva breathed deeply, swinging her legs in the air rather childishly. From the very top of Wei Company’s building the glimmering city of her teenage years looked almost pitiful. It couldn’t compare to the beauty of Oban, nor was it as breathtaking as the Holy City of Dol Eva had had the luck to visit. Just a regular human city, like any other on Earth. Skyscrapers, shinning lights, cars and a few lone, scrappy buildings. Eva laughed to herself, taking some more sips of the beer that rested in her right hand. Somehow, such sentimental thoughts always seemed to fill her mind whenever she found time to come here. This rooftop was very similar to the one she had spent time on at Stern. Not as if Eva wanted to remember the place, but the habit of sitting on roofs and just enjoying the view was something she no longer could get rid of. In fact, initially Eva had planned to hang out with some co-workers at the bar, but soon found herself bored of their company. Mostly because the majority of them had chosen to talk about some love troubles, which only made Eva roll her eyes. It felt like the only topic men could discuss under the influence of alcohol. Eva couldn’t blame them, though. They lived simple lives, following the common, habitual path. She, on the other hand, had been flying across the whole galaxy and kicking Crogs out of the invaded planets. Of course, not by herself. Her long-known, close friends had been helping her. Aikka was one of them.

 Eva’s lips curled into a wide grin. She used to be literally crazy about him. There were many reasons any woman would. Aikka’s sole manners was something. Not to mention, that affectionate smile of his could really make one’s head spin. Lastly, Aikka was undeniably handsome. Possibly even more handsome than all the males she had seen in the life. Nevertheless, it didn’t change the fact Aikka was engaged to a Nourasian princess from a wealthy family. It had been arranged marriage, sure, but back in the day it had crushed all of her teenage dreams and hopes for something more than a good friendship with him. Eva let herself muse about the delicate topic a bit, before focusing on the drink. There was really no use pondering about what could have been. She was glad they had at least stayed in touch and remained great pals. (Eva could even call Aikka her best friend at this point). Suddenly the door behind her cracked and a familiar figure of the prince appeared in her sight. The famous saying worked just fine. Eva had to think about him, and here he was.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Aikka enquired, having approached the spot where Eva was currently sitting all by herself. He had been seeking her company for a while since they returned. As polite and courteous as ever. Eva moved to the side, slapping her hand against the cold surface as an invitation. There was more than enough space for the two of them. “Nah, I don’t mind, make yourself comfortable,” she flashed him a friendly smile. While Eva honestly wondered how in the world he had managed to figure out her whereabouts, his company didn’t bother her in the slightest. She felt fully comfortable around Aikka (despite formerly being in love with him) and it was a mutual feeling. “It had been quite a tiresome day I must say. Although looking at you one wouldn’t say you just returned from a dangerous mission,” he teased, taking notice of the empty beer cane next to her. In fact, there was a whole package behind her, but Aikka couldn’t see it.

 He tended to refrain from drinking any alcohol, so, unlike Eva, his hands were almost completely empty (not counting the little bottle of water he had taken from the space ship). “I’ll take it as a compliment, my dear prince,” Eva winked, giving his shoulder a nudge, “C’mon, wash that serious expression off your face and drink with me.” Having said that, Eva threw him one of the canes in a smooth movement. Aikka caught it. “You know more than anyone that I don’t drink Eva...” Aikka hesitated, observing the colorful design. “But if you wish for it so much, I will be glad to comply with your request.” He opened the cane with a characteristic ‘whoosh’ sound and let himself try it. A grimace of dislike touched the royal features. The taste was quite bitter and not something Aikka was used to drinking. He preferred far sweeter beverages, mostly made from specific fruits that grew on Nourasia during the sunny months. Nevertheless, Aikka made another sip, hoping it would get better. Eva was watching the whole process with fascination. “Oh, that’s my Aikka! Taking challenges and being a real man,” Eva teased him back, curling one arm around his neck in a friendly manner a moment later. To think that she was too shy to even hold his hand at Oban. Funny, how the things have changed since then.

 Aikka didn’t move, used to such physical contact from her side. Yes, he was officially a married man, but he felt absolutely nothing towards the Nourasian princess chosen by the Court. He even refrained from touching her in their private time. With Eva, on the other hand, he himself desired to be near her as much as possible, even if their interaction never went beyond the friendship line. (At least he believed so). The brief moment of silence didn’t last long though, broken by a sonorous laughter. Blinking in confusion, Aikka looked at Eva. His hand with a cane stopped a few centimeters away from the mouth (He had actually decided to drink it to the very end not to offend her.) “Pardon me. Have I said something funny?” Aikka was a bit taken aback by the sudden change. “No, I mean- Just before you came I was thinking about how I used to have this huge crush on you,” she laughed, waving her hand in the air. The light blush touched Eva’s cheeks, “Like I was this fifteen-year-old teenager, you know, and then you appeared out of nowhere so dashing and handsome like a prince charming, well, yes, you are a prince, I mean I was bewitched by you and all this. Typical teenager behavior I still feel a bit ashamed of…”

Aikka’s brows knitted, he wasn’t quite getting what exactly she meant by ‘crush’. Nor was he realizing the reason for Eva’s loud laughter. Having noticed the incomprehension of her companion, Eva only laughed more, scratching the back of her neck. “Ahah, sorry, sometimes I forget you don’t know the slang- I mean, how you say that, I was in love with you, like romantic attraction of sorts. Teenagers, they are so sentimental. I had to tell you sooner, but yeah, ha-ha, kind of how it is,” she attempted to explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. A dreadful silence established between them for a few seconds. And then Aikka choked, coughing loudly. Eva froze, observing how the prince’s dark skin turned almost purple. The great amount of beer got spit on the blue spacesuit, dirtying it with large brown stains. Dashing and handsome, huh? Eva almost regretted blurting such a thing out. “Hey, Aikka, are you okay?” Eva asked, crooking the head to the side in slight bewilderment. Aikka didn’t respond, attempting to cover up his embarrassment. The realization hit him so hard that the whole world seemed to stop for a while. She used to find him romantically attractive. Memories of Oban and Alwas flashed in front of his eyes. Everything fell into place - her red face, the worry and those sincere smiles. It wasn’t just simple friendliness as Aikka had thought. Eva, the woman he had and still viewed as a strong, fierce and extremely attractive one had actually harbored such feelings for him. It wasn’t a dream was it?

“Hey, don’t get worked up because of it, it’s not like you liked me this way, so...” Eva gave him another light nudge, trying to ease the mood (Oh dear, had she just made it awkward?). “And what if I did?” Aikka’s voice was quiet, almost inaudible, as he rubbed his face with hands. The large blush hadn’t disappeared at all, however. “You mean...” Eva said, stunned. ”You mean that you liked me too? Like you viewed me as a possible girlfriend?” Aikka gave a short, hesitant nod instead of an answer. “Oh wow, I feel flattered- What a funny coincidence,” Eva laughed again, taking a handkerchief from the pocket and handling it to him. “Here, wipe your face, you have beer everywhere.” Truly, Eva didn’t know what to do with this information. It felt pleasant to know that her feelings hadn’t been one-sided in the end, but still it barely changed a thing. She merely hoped that her little unintended confession wouldn’t put an end to their friendship. (Especially to this special feeling of comfort she had around Aikka). Although…maybe teasing him a bit isn’t that much of a bad idea, after all? It could be fun. “I am sorry, I just- I was sure you have never viewed me this way,” Aikka breathed out huskily, cleaning his suit and face from the sticky liquid. Having finished the procedure, he hesitatingly turned around to give the handkerchief back. “Thank you.”

Suddenly Eva’s phone rang, strident sound making both of them flinch. Not without a grumble, Eva flipped it open to see Don Wei’s face on the flashy screen. She didn’t even have to answer to know that her father required her immediate presence. “Seems like I have to go, there is some urgent stuff needing my help,” Eva sighed, then leaned closer to Aikka and, much to his shock, gave him a soft, yet long peck on the lips. “See you later tonight, my prince,” she smirked, mischief sparkling in the eyes for a brief moment. (His face was priceless. It was worth giving him her first kiss). Aikka’s face turned even redder, as Eva was walking away. His fingers touched the lips in some daze. Did she just kiss me? Aikka groaned, feelings as if his head was about to burst. He was confused with this sudden romantic affection. Was she just joking around? “Eva, please, don’t do such confusing things. Otherwise, I may fall for you all over again…” Yet those quiet murmurs didn’t reach her and merely dissolved in the evening air.