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m-jelly · 2 years

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JELLY FIRST OF ALL I WANT TO TELL THAT I LOVE YOUR STORIES AND YOU ARE A WONDERFUL WRITER!!! and i wanted to ask if you can write some post war Levi and Reader story, so i was thinking about that Levi and reader are a beautiful and happy couple but at first Gabi get suspicious and thinks she's trying to use him? ( not because Gabi hates reader, it's just that she acts like protective sister after everything Levi did for her and Falco) With a happy final please???

Through Gabi's eyes

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Gabi's POV, fluff, romance, suspicions, thinking.

Concept: This story follows Gabi's POV through time.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @strawberrybunny123 @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

I suspected her at first. I mean, everyone knew who Captain Levi Ackerman was. Even with all his scars, he was still very recognisable.

Levi took me and Falco in, he looked after us and cared for us even though he was badly hurt. We took care of him to show our thanks. He gave us our lives back. He gave us freedom and most of all he gave us parental love.

We stayed with Levi as he healed. We kept him thinking positively to the point where he wanted to go out places by himself. He'd come back smelling of tea and baked things. He was blushing a little and seemed really happy. His blush turned to smiles and wearing his best things. He then started working and not being home much.

When he started walking using a cane instead of using a wheelchair, it took me and Falco off guard. It shocked us that he had this spring in his step. We asked him and he just said he found a passion. We thought it was a job, but it turned out to be a person.

The first time I met her, I thought she was really pretty and kind. Levi was very smitten with her, that was so clear to see, which is why I suspected things. Levi was so in love that he might have become blind to any bad things. So, I started looking not because I didn't like her, but because I wanted to protect Levi.

Falco never supported my suspicion and told me to just let Levi be happy, but I needed to make sure that he wouldn't get hurt again. I owe him my life so I have to make sure he has a good life.

I followed her without her knowing. I saw she ran a teashop and had a bakery section. I thought maybe she dated Levi so his fame could bring more customers in, but I tried her baking and tea and knew she didn't need to use Levi's fame at all. She's an incredible baker.

I started to follow her outside her shop and thought maybe she was bad behind closed doors, but I was wrong. All baked things that she didn't sell she would give to those in need. She cared about others and asked for nothing in return.

I watched how she was with Levi too. She was so kind to him and didn't treat him like some child or weakling. She acted normally around him and was caring. She was so patient and laughed at all his jokes. She helped him out only when he asked for it. She never made him feel weak.

She knew nothing about Levi and his time in the scouts. She fell for Levi for who he is and not what he was. She truly loves him for everything he is. She always came around the house and the more she was, the more Falco suggested we move out and have our own home. I didn't want to leave Levi, but I understood.

The first night she slept over was the first time I'd ever seen Levi have a spring in his step. He was so cuddly with her and it was cute to see. I began to understand I needed to let go of Levi and let him have his first romance. Plus, Falco and I were getting closer as a couple.

Moving out was hard, but I knew that I was leaving Levi in good hands. They are perfect for each other, they truly are. I would visit every weekend and the house was warm, welcoming and full of love. It was just magical to see such joy oozing from Levi.

The day Levi asked for help with how to propose was so beautiful. We helped him pick out an engagement ring, plan the date and what to do. Hearing that she said yes was the best thing in the world. It wasn't long before the wedding came around. Falco and I gave Levi away and watched with pride as the closest thing to a dad we had married the woman of his dreams.

What is wild to me is how she became a mother to Falco and me. She was always there for us and helped us out as much as possible. She baked our wedding cake for our wedding and it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. It was incredible and my love for you both has never been stronger.

When Levi told us that there was a baby on the way, it made us cry. It was wonderful news that something so beautiful was going to be welcomed into this world. I cannot wait to meet the little one. I really can't.

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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Your Harbinger Christmas fic made me melt like an ice cream, especially when i read Capitano's section 😭💓🛐 the way u write him in the fic had me in tears, i love him so much 😭💞💞

I just love the thought of Capitano being this "A dangerous and powerful man who leads an entire army to a war, a man who is feared but also respected by many people and all of his foes calling him a monster in battlefield". But when he is alone with reader, he suddenly became a man that wants to be loved 😭 its funny but also really cute and sweet 🥺💓.

I can't stop thinking about "before" both Capitano and reader being together, i believe that someone like him never celebrate holiday.. He probably spend it for training himself, strategizing war tactics, etc. So of course he had no idea of how being festive. But now that they are together, seeing him finally can relax and reader teaching him few things about holidays is just makes my heart flutter (he deserves everything good 🙏😭)

About that part where reader gave him that "ugly" Christmas sweater as a joke.. It may look ugly to them, but for him its beautiful bcs its literally A GIFT from HIS S/O and i think he will cherish it forever ❤ (idk why, but i think reader will starts to feel bad and decided to give him a good one 😅).

And also, shopping with him is probably a bit funny to think of bcs its the only time both Capitano and reader argue with each other. Capitano keep insisting of carrying all of the items they bought while reader trying to tell him to give some of it to them. Also imagine him raising his hands up with all of the items effortlessly while reader trying to reach to grab one of the items from him is just funny and cute (other people are watching them too btw).

Anyways, thank you so much for always making my and everyones day better with ur fic smooches 🛐🛐🙏 i hope you have a great holiday with ur families and friends! Remember to take care yourself! And happy new year! 🎉🎊

(Before i go, remember ur fic about fragile!reader but they already dead? I can't stop imagining the angst about the Harbingers spending holidays without their s/o 🙃 okay that's all, see you!)

-🥝

I'm so glad you liked my Christmas ramblings 🥝 anon!💓💓 (When I was writing Capitano's part I was thinking of u ngl, I was like what will🥝 anon think?) AND YEWWWW I love thinking about Capitano the same way🛐 Very tough and deadly but when he's in the comfort of his lover's arms he just wants to let his guard down and succumb to them :3 And yea, he never cared for the holidays, though he always lets his soldiers go spend time with their families if they want (he's a good captain, otherwise he wouldn't be respected!) So soldiers who stay in the headquarters are used to seeing him working, but when one Christmas comes around they don't see him and they're like ??? huh?? Until later they find out he got himself a cute lil partner to finally spend time with😭💞😭💞😭💞

AND YESSS CAPITANO CHERISHES EVERY SINGLE THING READER GIVES HIM. Literally could give this man a rock with a smiley face and he'd take It so seriously. (And yes reader def gives him a nicer sweater bc they cant take him seriously in the older one😭💞) And shopping with him is so funny - he NEVER lets you carry anything, which is very gentlemanly, but you're also like!! Hey let me do something!! But he never lets you, he wants to treat you like royalty and also is slightly scared of its being too heavy🛐 I can just imagine him holding everything up high while having your grocery list in the other hand as he's trying to figure out with aisle has the item, and you're trying to tackle his arm to let the stuff down😭

Thank you 🥝 anon for your delicious brain rot I enjoyed it very much 😌 I hope you had a wonderful holidays and a great new year!! Take care of yourself too nonnie <333

(You just had to make it sad at the end...😢😢 Idek what to say... the holiday spirit would be completely dead. The only wish they had was an impossible one - for you to come back into their arms😭😭 STOPPP IM SAD NOW- unless you come to visit them in their dreams🥺 they would be so happy until they wake up and realize they were just dreaming...)

#smooches talks #🥝 anon #capitano love notes <3 #ur messages always be making my day omg😭💓#the way u love capitano sm makes me so happy

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heartofspells · 1 year

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Congrats!!! Can we have younger wolfstar please? Like Sirius in second grade frantically searching for a cure for lycanthropy and then realising why he actually cares so much

Thank youuuu! And thank you for this, my lovely. <3

James quietly mocks him whenever he finds Sirius' nose shoved deeply inside a book, but even his usual chauvinistic bluntness is quelled with their newly gained knowledge. Their friend is a werewolf, and they don't care, except they do, just not in the way Remus likely expects.

He's cursed, suffering, and Sirius can't shake it from his head. Even once they confront him, once Remus is made aware of their knowledge, once things have mostly calmed again, Remus no longer trying to leave, has stopped swearing to never hurt them no matter what, breathes more easily when faced with their resoluteness in their friendship, Sirius can't let it go.

He watches nearly constantly, more so than he had when he'd still been trying to sort it out, piece the puzzle together, the way Remus limps but carefully hides it away directly after a moon, the growing flush across his cheeks before, notices how pale and sickly he looks for close to a week afterwards. Remus gets cold easily, Sirius realizes quickly after his discovery, like a jolt racing through his entire body, most of his friend's clothing too thin to provide much warmth even with added layers, so Sirius starts pushing his own jumpers and heavier things into Remus' arms every morning, going so far as to wrestle them over his head when the other tries to resist.

When he's not watching, he's in the library, using James' cloak to sneak into the Restricted Section, ordering books through owl post. Sirius takes to reading some of them behind his school texts when Remus pushes them to study, grumbling under his breath but secretly relieved for the excuse. Peter and James help as well between everything else, but they don't devote themselves to finding answers the way Sirius does, eyeing him curiously when they think he can't see or doesn't notice.

And it's not as though Sirius is any different, least of all with Remus, still remaining his cheeky, cocky self. He saunters around the castle the same as he always has since their previous year, flies and plays Quidditch with James, earning himself a place on the team, serves detentions by the armloads. He offers out sly jokes to Remus as they traipse through the corridors, going so far as to suggest a nickname, mouth pulling into a teasing smirk, grey eyes glittering, one brow arching higher on his forehead.

He's no different, but somehow he is, able to feel it during odd moments of the passing days. As he searches tenaciously for a cure, his head still large enough to believe he'll be the one to find what all others have missed so completely, Sirius ponders why it's affecting him so much more than his other two friends. They all care about Remus, all support him just as he supports them, sometimes those lines blurring, Sirius feeling as though Remus gives far more than he ever gets in return. But Sirius becomes softer with his friend after his discovery, once the truth is firmly rooted in his head, his determination to fix it, somehow, overshadowing so many other things that it's astounding to Sirius, knowing he's always been more selfish than is typically advised of most.

Why is Remus any different to him? He's not different, not from how he'd once been, yet he is, though it's not his condition, not the lycanthropy Sirius can't find a solution to help alleviate, no more than it's his upbringing, the curious Muggle bit of information he possesses or who he is as a person. It's also not pity, something Sirius knows as well as he knows his own name.

Instead, he thinks it's maybe the smaller things, and Sirius begins making a list as he continues skimming pages for solutions that don't seem to exist. It's in the way his mouth tilts in certain ways for each of them in turn, special expressions reserved for his friends, but the one he gives Sirius infinitely both softer and brighter as it creeps over his face. Sirius sees it when Remus picks over the corners of pages as he's reading his own books, how he gnaws on the ends of his quills, spitting out feathers in irritation yet never stopping the habit, something so impossibly endearing it causes Sirius' chest to tighten in an odd way. He studies the caution in his friend's hands as he manipulates potions ingredients, the way his stance firms almost imperceptibly in Defense, grip loose but sure around his wand, the flutter of his eyelids when professors offer praise Remus doesn't think he deserves.

It's a curiosity Sirius tries not to focus on as the year swirls itself away around him, but he can't stop himself, eyes finding Remus easily within every room, no matter what. The tugging in his chest becomes more pronounced as time passes, a dull ache joining it when Remus decides to remain on his own or chooses to spend time with someone else, just as heat stirs deep in his belly with every smile or touch or quietly murmured word and breathy laugh bestowed his way. And it's only when Sirius randomly comes across Remus inside the library, seated beside a Ravenclaw in their same year, heads pressed close as they study the same text, jealousy spiking like a raging monster in the pit of himself, that Sirius understands.

Oh.

His breath catches, chest hitching, frozen in place as Remus takes notice of him, head lifting slowly, that same small, curated smile spreading across his features, brown eyes clearly happy to see him.

Oh.

#milestone thing #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #pre relationship #anon ask #ask #answer #lovely anons #my writing #holli writes

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unorthodoxsavvy · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 4: Dead on Your Feet

Malcolm awoke in a dark room. It took his eyes time to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, he was able to look around a bit more clearly and process what he was seeing. He was stood in the middle of the room, and all around him spikes erupted from the floor, leaving him only enough room to stand where he was, lest he wanted a spike up his ass. Malcolm already heard the constant kink jokes from anyone who saw the restraints he used to sleep with so he didn't accidentally harm himself while he slept during one of his night terrors- he didn't need to be adding a spike up the ass to that.

Malcolm continued to look around at the walls. They were carved from stone into a vague brick pattern, though it was more like the room had been carved or hollowed out rather than built. There didn't seem to be a door. Malcolm wondered how he'd been sleeping on his feet before waking up, and how he'd gotten in here in the first place. He looked up. There he could see the faint outline of what seemed to be a hatch. It was almost as if he'd been strapped into a harness, placed on this small section on the floor where his body somehow kept him standing up through being unconscious while the harness or whatever was removed and pulled back up.

Malcolm in a harness. Just another thing to add to his ever-growing list of suggestive things.

Malcolm lifted one foot gently and then the other. The spikes were large enough that Malcolm could place his feet sideways between them and essentially walk around the room by placing his feet where the bases met, but he would have to turn his feet sideways, placing them on the sides of the spikes, and one wrong move where he wasn't able to catch himself and he was going to be in a world of pain. It didn't seem worth it to try. Not yet at least. Malcolm had all the time in the world until something happened.

But that was the thing: nothing happened.

Malcolm stood for hours in that one spot, shifting his weight from side to side and he took turns giving one foot and leg a rest. He'd squat sometimes, his knees jutting out in front of him and his ass jutting out behind him. He was able to brace himself on the bases of the spikes near him with his hands from time to time, but he could never take the weight fully off his feet, and they were killing him. He was starting to wonder if perhaps that was the point. Some sort of torture method where he was forced to stand until he passed out or something.

Unfortunately for Malcolm, he routinely went days without eating or sleeping. He wouldn't be passing out any time soon, just extremely dehydrated. He wasn't sure if people could pass out from dehydration. He figured it was something he should know, but he didn't.

Malcolm spent the passing hours talking and singing to himself until his throat started to go dry. Then he started thinking and singing to himself in his head. He made sure to focus on keeping his thoughts flowing so he didn't go crazy. Not that it was going to happen overnight or anything. Just that it was good to make a habit of it now while he was still sane for when his sanity started to slip.

If he'd make it that far. Couldn't people only, on average, last three days without water? He wasn't sure how long it had been, but a rough guess was at least 12 hours. What did dying of dehydration feel like anyway? Would he just go to sleep? Would he become so tired not from lack of sleep but lack of water that he eventually just fell over and impaled himself on the nearby spikes? He wasn't sure, but he also wasn't looking forward to finding out.

Malcolm was occasionally resting his eyes while hunched down, but any time he really started to drift off he caught himself. He might've been less tired if he was more preoccupied, but he still wasn't that tired to begin with.

What seemed like roughly 24 hours had passed and Malcolm was thirsty again. He'd gotten thirsty about 45 minutes in anyway, and then it had eventually gone away, and then come back, and then gone away again, and on and on like that until this moment where he was thirsty again, and he assumed it would go away again.

He noticed his hunger more as well, probably because he wasn't busy focusing on other things to take his mind off it. When he went days without eating any real food it was because he was so busy he just didn't have time, but even then he'd suck on a lollipop or pop in a mini snickers and try his best to convince his brain to convince his body it was a real meal and that it was, in fact, sustainable.

He was having a hard time differentiating the pain of being on his feet for 24 hours with the pain of everything else in his body from having limited movement. Gently he placed his hands by his feet at the bases of the spikes nearest to him and used them to help push him back into a standing position. Malcolm shifted his feet from side to side in order to get the blood moving again and to force the tingling feeling away. When that was achieved, he gingerly placed one foot at the edge of a spike, then the other, and proceeded to walk around the room like that. Walking, or whatever you wanted to call the balancing game he was playing, didn't feel good, but it felt better than standing. When that started to wear off, he stood back in his spot and continued to stare at the wall in front of him.

Malcolm had no way of knowing what time it was in the outside world or any way to measure time passing. There was no rise or fall of temperature in the stone chamber, which might have alerted him to when it was day or night. No slivers of light, sunlight or other, ever shone through the cracks in the hatch above him. The silence was deafening and still he stood.

36 hours roughly had passed in Malcolm's mind, but he was sure he was off a good amount of hours, maybe even 10 or more. Time was meaningless, and it was loosing it's comfort as a social construct. Malcolm was no longer a member of society. He was a human in it's rawest form. He was something else.

The creature that once bore his name was starving and dying of thirst. It was caged, alone in the dark, and all it wanted was some food and water.

It looked around the dark with hollow eyes, no more thoughts running through it's head as it just stared, waiting to die.

It took so much longer than it could have ever wished for.

It's last thoughts was of someone else a long time ago who had predicted it's death, that some day it would just grow so thirsty that it would keel over and the spikes that surrounded it would penetrate its flesh and bleed it out. As it watched it's blood run from it's body, it reached into the pool and dipped it's fingers in the warm liquid, bringing it to it's mouth. Finally. Something to drink.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 4 #dead on your feet #prodigal son fic #prodigal son #malcolm bright #starvation #dehydration #physical exertion #mental breakdown

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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The Words | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I hope y’all enjoy this quick lil thing I came up with while in horrific traffic 🥴

Send any comments, questions, and/or suggestions my way 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes 💘

Warning: PTSD, anxiety

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No more than three seconds ago, Bucky had been standing right behind you, grabbing a few plums from the produce section while you checked your grocery list. When you'd turned around to ask if he wanted you to grab him some potatoes to go with dinner, he was gone. He'd somehow completely disappeared without you noticing, making a silent getaway thanks to his old training, no doubt. Your heart raced as you searched for him, abandoning your grocery cart and scanning every aisle for him, fearing that he might've had a panic attack and didn't want to bother you with it.

After what felt like forever, you found him on a bench outside with his head bowed. "Buck..?" you called as you made your way over to him, "is everything okay?" His head snapped up when he heard your voice, and you saw a bit of the tension in his face melt away. "Hey, what are you doing out here?" you asked as you sat down next to him, placing a hand on his knee. He sighed and shook his head, absentmindedly playing with his dog tags and letting them clink against his vibranium fingers.

"It's not that big of a deal, really," he said flatly, "I shouldn't have let it bother me." You stared at his tense features, watching as the muscles in his jaw flared ever so slightly. "Some guy- some asshole in there thought it would be funny-" he cleared his throat and gave your hand a squeeze before continuing, "I don’t know how but, he knew those words- he knew them and he stood right next to me, muttering them under his breath...like it was a joke, or something".

Your heart sank and you gave his hand a squeeze, watching as a tortured expression flickered behind his stormy eyes. "I know they don't technically have an affect on me anymore, but- I still hate hearing them." A deep sigh left his lips and he shook his head a bit, trying to rid his mind of the horrifying memories associated with those words. "Well of course you don't like hearing them, Buck..that makes perfect sense," you reassured him.

"I don't know...I just feel like I should be over it by now, I guess," he shrugged, letting a sad smile flash across his face. "As far as I'm concerned, you never have to get over it. You had some fucked up stuff happen to you, babe, you deserve to take your time," you murmured, "There is no deadline for healing".

He nodded and leaned toward you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Come on, let's finish shopping," he muttered with a sigh. You stood up with him, but held him back from walking back inside. "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea..." you stated, "cause if I see the guy who did this, I'm gonna straight up commit murder in the cereal aisle or something". Bucky's head fell back in a laugh and he pulled you tight against his chest. "Oh, so now you're gonna go all Winter Soldier on some guy in the middle of a grocery store?" he teased.

"I just might!" you replied, "If someone messes with you, they mess with me". He left a kiss on your forehead, and you felt his smile pressed against you skin.

"Alright then," he said, "so if we're not going back inside...pizza tonight?"

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lovely-jily · 3 years

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cruel summer

hi friends. i'm working on a cute fic based off of taylor swift's "cruel summer". it's a muggle au of best friends to lovers:)

here's a snippet of the first chapter and i'll link it below. if you have any suggestions please send them my way, i'm not really set on anything and would love your input. i love you all and your support means the most to me

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Lily was hot and bothered, and not in a way that she wanted. While it was only late May, it was already a record-breaking summer in terms of heat. Lucky for her, Lily had the opportunity to spend almost all day in the beating sun as she weeded a garden that wasn't even hers.

Her mother made her get a summer job with the lovely old lady down the street. Every day Lily went over to help keep the woman's house tidy and the garden in top shape. While Mrs Potter was very kind, there were many other things that Lily would rather be doing at that moment instead of pulling at stubborn weeds.

One of those things was Mrs Potter's grandson, James. They were decently inseparable. They grew up together, and Lily watched as he grew from a sweet little boy to someone who was quite handsome.

While James was quite good-looking, Lily never really thought of him as anything other than one of her best friends, despite what all her other friends might have said.

Well, maybe she had a little bit, but he wouldn't ever think about her in that way. They had a relationship where they could tell each other everything, even the all too personal stuff. "Personal stuff", as in all his adventures with girls. He was quite the charmer and knew precisely what to say to get into his next victim's pants.

Lily saw a familiar shadow fall over her dirt-stained hands and smirked slightly. She had been waiting for him to show up and at least sit with her while she worked. He made the time go by faster, and they both knew that.

"Are you going to help, or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.

She watched as he plopped himself down on the grass, resting on his side with one of his arms holding his head up. His fingers of the unused hand were gingerly holding a toothpick between the smirk plastered on his lips.

"Sit and look pretty? Isn't that what I do best?"

Lily rolled her eyes, dumping a pile of weeds into the bucket next to her and started over to the next section of weeds. She found that the weeds were stubbornly persistent, and it was hard for her to understand the point of ripping them all out if they were going to grow back in a manner of days.

But Mrs Potter paid her well, and so she just dealt with it.

"If your job is to sit and look pretty, then you've been doing a terrible job. Perhaps you should find a new one. Like weeding?" She held up a pile of weeds, smiling slightly.

James just shook his head, still smirking as he looked down to the grass, "I cut things off with Jane."

Lily stopped smiling slightly. He was always moving on quickly to the next girl. For the number of girls James went out with, you would be surprised with how picky the lad was, leaving many girls broken-hearted and crushed. The odd thing about it, though, is James was so likeable that no one resented him. Even his long list of scorned lovers.

"Why? I thought you liked her? Didn't you even say that she might even last until July?" She asked as she turned her body to face him all the way. The weeding could wait- she got paid by the hour anyway.

He sighed as he rolled flat onto his back. He was in a navy and red striped shirt, and it was hard to ignore the way the stripes accentuated his muscles.

James was an athlete, and while he played almost every sport imaginable at one point in his life, he excelled in football. His parents joked that he kicked so much in the womb, it would've been a waste not to have him play. And they were right.

He was the captain of their school's team, and he carried himself that way. He held himself high, walked with a purpose and spoke loud and cheery as if he'd just scored his team the winning goal. He was the perfect mix of disciplined and fun-loving, never failing to make Lily laugh or give her a shoulder to cry on.

"I did," He was looking up at the sky, hazel eyes showing signs of guilt that only Lily could notice. They both learned how to read each other in ways no one else could, "But I dunno, it just didn't feel right anymore. Like I was forcing something to happen that wasn't supposed to."

Lily moved back to the dirt, sighing. The one good thing about James and girls was that he never wasted time. James never led anyone on, never beat around the bush. If he liked you, you knew it. And if he didn't... Well, all Lily could say was that there were enough girls that James had hurt that she wouldn't be surprised if they formed a support group of some kind.

"How'd she take it?"

"Fine, I guess," He shrugged, taking the toothpick out of his mouth and resting his arms at his sides. Lily watched as he rolled it lightly between his fingers, "I'm sure she isn't happy about it, but at least she didn't cry so hard that she threw up all over my car."

That was Lane Maxwell. To soften the blow of being dumped, James took her to get frozen yoghurt before. Right after James ended it with her, she sobbed for roughly 15 minutes before throwing up all of her frozen yoghurt on the floor of his passenger seat. The Toyota Tacoma smelled like old milk and Lane Maxwell's vomit for days, serving as a reminder to James that the best way to break up with someone was to just get to the point.

"That's fair," Lily said, smiling at the memory. James called her right after it happened, and together, they tried their best to clean it, "So who's next? You still wanna take Becca Jenson out?"

James shook his head, "I heard that she was saying some stuff about Sirius and Rem, so I didn't want to bother."

"Fair," Lily was relieved. She never liked Becca Jensen. She found her snobby and pretentious, "You're in high demand, you know. Who doesn't want to go out with the James Potter?"

"You." He said, eyes meeting hers as he winked. Lily once told him that she'd instead be caught dead than go out with him, but that was before he grew up.

She realized that she had since changed her mind.

#im afraid of this tbh #would love some encouragement

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Summary: Hanamaki finally seals your fate by proposing to you- with a crappy ring that is.

Pairings: Takahiro Hanamaki x fem! reader

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: absolute fluff and crack, curse words

A/N: not me screaming when i had this idea, I've never felt more single in my life- brb bawling my eyes out- also let's pretend their in the same classes✋

Well, fate isn't something to be entirely trusted upon and neither should Hanamaki.

"Aw, shit."

He cusses when you bump into him, considering his incredibly tall figure, you were caught off guard on who you even crashed into. A small clink sound lands on the floor as you immediately face the boy who was looking at the ground, quite weirdly searching his pockets.

"Sorry- wait you're Hanamaki right?" You asked him, familiar with his hair color. You've seen him play countless of times due to the support of the school for each of their games yet you've never been this close with him. With his state, you immediately question what's got him so frantic.

He eyes the pen that was dead on the floor and he pouts before crouching down to reach it before he dusts off the dirt on it. He opens the cap of it before mindlessly writing on his hand and frowning even more when the ink didn't held its usual consistency- every stroke of a word had it loosing its pigment.

"Man, 'Kawas gonna kill me." He sighs before putting his hands and pen in his pocket as he looks at you surprised. How can he dismiss that he'd bump into you? He immediately bows in a way to apologize to you, completely forgetting that you were the one to hit him.

You knew he was pertaining to the well known setter but you were solely confused in what he was so worried about. Looking at the pen in his pocket, you saw how the ink was full but there were black spillage in the inside. You raise your eyebrow in confusion.

Did he just drop a new pen?

"I'm sorry I dropped your pen- I can let you borrow mine." You propose to him as he takes the pen in his hands admiring it like a wound in someone's arm. Seeing how you were scrambling in your bag to reach for your pencil case, his eyes sparkled at how it contained numerous pens, highlighters and mechanical pencils.

"Looking at the murder you caused, I'm simply asking for more than one pen then."

You tilt your head in curiosity but instead you opened your pencil case as he digs his hand in there picking three pens making you want to scoff at how he picked the gel pens that were your favorite. He looked at each one, writing on his palm if everything was working. He raises an eyebrow at you making you question if this was a fever dream because of how random it was- he acted like he was in a stationary section and it benefitted him that this particular section was free.

He then takes your hand causing you to internally yelp at his actions. Your eyes trail to what he was writing, you noticed it was his name instead. You look up at him as he smiled. Once he finishes writing, he extends his hand out while with the other hand held a pen ready for you to take.

"What's your name?" He asks processing on your features and asking himself why he's seen you dozens of times yet he's yet to get your name.

"Y/N." You say as he gestures for his hand as if telling you to write it. Somewhat following your instincts, you write your name on his hand. After it, he peeks the spelling of it and then casually shakes your hand as introduction.

"See you around, Y/N! You saved my ass with those pens so I guess I owe you one."

"Those are expensive."

"Now hold on there-"

That was how you met and the universe couldn't even joke about how they put you two together.

Now here you two are, invested in a stare off as Matsukawas sleepy eyes often switch his gaze between you and his best friend.

"Makki, it's in a week."

"I specifically remember it's the week after that."

"You two are hopeless." Issei comments making you laugh as Makki pouts at how you agreed with him. Nevertheless, Matsukawa leans his head on his arm ready to fall asleep at any moment. You return to arranging your notes while Makki twirls a pen in his hands while glancing at you once in a while.

Truth be told, it seems that fate still worked its way to the both of you. Ever since your-rather unique- encounter, a friendship was bound to happen. He surely made an impression on you and how could you miss to not be around him? Soon enough, you were also introduced to his teammates and you disliked how it strengthened your bond with him. There was comfort in his presence and to see him fool around with his teammates always radiated an amazing energy between you and him.

You also wanted to thank Oikawa for being somewhat the reason your conversation led to where you are now.

"What'd the pen do to make you this- scared?" You asked as he puts both hands behind his head, leaning on the seat.

"It's a scary pen when it belongs to Oikawa." You turn to him confused as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand, ears perking up at how interesting it was.

"You're telling me you don't own a single pen and you always borrow Oikawas?" He scoffs with a smile before looking at you.

"Of course I bring pens, it's just better if it was from him." You let out a loud laugh, finding it hard to believe this was the sole reason Oikawa would commit murder on him. Hanamaki smiles at the sound of your laugh before shaking his head, at awe at the situation.

It was a coincidence how Oikawa always found a way to strike a nerve to Hanamaki when you visit them in the gym. He knew that beyond his teammates calm composure was a boy who undoubtedly likes you. Ever since Hanamaki returned the pen to him, he knew it wasn't his and in his mind, he asked himself who could've lent him a pen, more so that he had three brand new ones.

So when he sees you tagging beside him, he's taken his first lead to figure the two of you out. After a few more observations, he's convinced that you two were just blind to the feelings that were lingering around.

He's told Iwaizumi about it but all he got was a lecture on how he should let Hanamaki take it easy with asking you out. Which he also argued since it was taking too long, making Iwaizumi land him a smack to the head.

He had his boundaries, maybe not for himself, but for his friends he was more than willing to wait for this relationship to come together.

"So- a date? That's cool right? I mean arcades and shit."

"Makki, you're a loser."

"Arcades are awesome shut up."

"Yeah, for sure. Like Y/N is interested in 'arcades and shit'." Mattsun chuckles as Hanamaki lets out another pout as he sinks in his bed.

"I mean- we've gone on hang outs, she likes them anyway!" He argues making Mattsun shake his head with an amused smirk on his lips.

"So you're telling me you've actually had dates with her then?" Issei asks as Hanamaki shrugs making the other boy groan at the lack of response. Hanamaki raises his head, pursing his lips at the actual thought.

You have actually gone on multiple dates with him. If you could even call it that. To Makki, he thought they were just subtle friendly things but he realizes how he's actually grown some fondness in each place.

"Y/N no I'm telling you- if I were the mastermind, we'd be successful." He argues before taking a sip from his drink. You rolled your eyes as you let your mind ran through the scenarios of having a heist with him and the boys.

You two just finished a heist movie and now you had to endure Makkis fantasies of how it would go down if the characters were him and the rest of the volleyball team. He was so invested in it that you actually had an entire plot and characterization for each teammate.

He argued that he'd be the best mastermind to ever conjure a plan for a heist. A stealthy ninja is what he says he mimics. You tried to argue that Iwaizumi would be good at it, since you noticed how responsible and at control he was but it had Hanamaki listing his reasons.

"No one would ever notice me! Because you know what- their attention would be on Oikawa! Then boom, get in the getaway car with a shit ton of money and thanks to who? Me of course." You let out a laugh making him stop his occupied thoughts to take a look at you. He adores the sound of it too much, especially since he was the usual cause of it. He sees the way you were wiping your eyes with the scenarios he'd told you.

Then your laughter slowly fades when you started to eat again as Makki admires you and how you've effortlessly got his mind to set more dates just to see you this happy.

You look up from your previous position, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Wait, where am I in the heist then?"

He looks at you, almost blurting out the initial idea he had for you in this specific role.

Honestly, I'd spend the money on you. Take you anywhere you wanted to go, Y/N.

That was what he wanted to say but his mouth translated it to a different saying.

"You could die-"

"Makki!" You shouted playfully, ruffling his hair. He laughs but unknowingly, his hand lands on top of yours when you sat back down.

"Excuse you, I can be a good distraction and assistance for action." You commented making him scoff.

"Yeah like you'd be able to hold a gun for a second."

"Please, I had Oikawa beg me to delete a photo of him."

"Okay maybe you are powerful."

You laughed once again, not even feeling how right it was for you to be holding hands like this. It felt comforting yet it brought your heart to speed up like it was in a marathon. You wondered if Makki felt the same, or was this another act of friendliness?

"I wouldn't want you to get hurt though." He whispers, making you smile and blush at the same time. As if it was another point on the score board for how many times he's had your heart go on a frenzy.

"Well, that's what the great mastermind is for right? To keep us safe and succeed?" You say, making him give a gentle squeeze to your hand, as you glanced down on them enjoying the way it looked.

As if I'm gonna let anyone lay a hand on you, Y/N. You're safe with me always.

After a few sly times where he'd hold your hand while you crossed the street or even tugging on your jacket when passing through a huge crowd so he doesn't lose you, he's realized he would absolutely drop the stars for you. He doesn't know whether he should feel terrified because of how he could put your friendship at risk but then he feels- almost relieved that the first person he could ever love is you.

It shouldn't even be difficult to ask you to hang out. You'd usually respond a second after he asks you, it's not even that big of a deal.

Now it's different.

He's finally gotten a clutch on his feelings and he thinks about his next moves. He often just let things happen, loving the way the moments just flowed naturally and perfect in some way but now he's choosing his words since he didn't plan on confessing in such a dorky way- especially when he just says it out loud without proper practice.

"Why don't you ask Oikawa for help then?" Issei suggests making the boy shake his head at the thought already.

"Do you know how much blackmail that idea comes with? He'll never live it down." Hanamaki says as he scrolled through his phone, almost frowning at the thought of humiliation coming from their captain.

"C'mon! He knows a lot of shit about flirting and dates! Maybe even help you in confessing, idiot."

He thinks about that deeply. Each member of the team would have completely diverse answers. As of the mean time, the only proper suggestions he'd get is from Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Mattsun. Though Mattsun has given him plenty of advices, he knew Oikawa was at the top for someone's idea of romance. The man has fangirls, he's obviously heard and experienced many hopeless romantic scenes in his life.

Iwaizumi would've actually been a lot of help knowing the guy is very good at maintaining control and responsibility. He'd give the proper date ideas, the mood to set. He looked like the perfect blueprint for Hanamaki to copy. He also believed that Iwaizumi would think nothing of these advices so it's a win-win if you ask him.

"Right, okay. I got this."

"Why me though?" Iwaizumi asks as Hanamaki spikes another ball.

"Look Iwa- I genuinely trust your judgment more. I just need help." Iwaizumi chuckles before collecting another ball.

"Fine fine. Just meet me after practice."

Hanamaki cheers when he hears him, even smiling now that he can figure out a way to show you how much he likes you.

Sure, he's doing it unintentionally sometimes. Tiny signs that should show you how he is absolutely in love with you. He'd show this in various ways as well. It comes as an instinct in some way. He'd hit you with a "let's have lunch" and you'd gladly accept. Mattsun has pointed out that Makki has already made a move on you countless of times but it had Makki questioning the depths of being friendly and going through courting you.

You haven't even made things official yet these so-called dates had your classmates wondering how your relationship started, even if it hasn't. Makki would always lean his head on your shoulder during lunch, to rest his brain from the lessons. For you, it's nothing. Makki has always been like this after you got comfortable with each other. This affectionate side of him even had Mattsun wonder why on Earth would he ask for help when he clearly doesn't need it.

The three of you are now seated in a lecture, boredom crossing your minds but Mattsun's mind was rattled by Hanamaki. After their conversation about asking help from Oikawa, he thought that Makki would actually go through the plan. Looking back on his motives with you, he just doesn't see a reason why he needs assistance from the setter. He can handle this all on his own, so scribbling down on a piece of paper, he throws it to Hanamaki who awakens by the action.

Hanamaki yawns as he opens the crumpled paper, his eyes widening and cheeks heating at the group of words.

'You can literally just confess to her now, even without shittykawa.'

He glares at Mattsun while the other boy shrugs with an expression that says "seriously, it's not that deep." He huffs before grabbing a pen and replying to his previous statement, then throwing it again.

'Try confessing to the girl you like during a lecture, Sherlock.'

Mattsun chuckles as Makki crosses his arms in front of his chest. His eyes land on you, who is fixated on the lecture. He smiles softly at the idea of a date with you, but this faint moment was ruined when Mattsun directly throws the ball of paper to Hanamakis face, earning a chuckle from some of his classmates.

He opens with eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at the shot.

'Not now dumbass, after classes. Just go up to her and say you like her, it's that easy dude.'

Hanamaki turns to him mocking his words while Mattsun rolls his eyes as Makki writes again. As he was about to throw the paper in Mattsuns direction, a student raised their hand hitting the paper and it suddenly landed on the floor beside you instead. The boys had their eyes widen as you saw the paper.

In a flash, Hanamaki picks up the piece of paper before you could grab a hold of it and you let out a gasp when he suddenly appeared in front of you. You blinked at him as he slowly walked away, wide eyed, to avoid conflict with the teacher.

You and Mattsun share a look together as you looked away, utterly speechless at what just happened. When you looked away, Mattsun hides his laughter by stuffing his face in his arm as Makkis cheeks never grew out of its red shade.

Meanwhile, Mattsun finally held a memory that he can never forget.

"It's not a big deal. You guys have been friends for so long. I don't think Y/N would mind." Iwaizumi comments making Hanamaki silent.

Can you really feel the same way?

A year of knowing you- should that be enough to fall in this deep? Is there even a requirement before someone can confess? Because in a span of time knowing you, there wasn't a moment where he regretted anything. He could thank the universe for one stupid pen, maybe even Oikawa. Everything that led to where you are now, he's never been more contented in his life.

During movies, your favorite spot was to lean your head on his shoulder. To just sling your arm around his waist on the way home, holding his hand while walking through crowds, it just fits. No matter where you were, what you were doing with him, it seemed like there wasn't an extra space in the puzzle pieces, it all connected.

But you two couldn't figure it out for yourselves.

"Well, does every confession need some sort of grand gesture?" He asks Iwaizumi. The ace bites his lips before kicking a rock on the path he was walking on.

"I don't really know. What does Y/N like anyway?"

"Hopefully me." Hanamaki jokes, but he deeply wanted it to be real. He figures if all of this asking for help was going to guarantee him something good, better yet, a yes from your lips. But first, he had to answer Iwaizumis question.

"She likes simple things- you know how she likes it when I like hold her stuff and all? She also likes those weird food thingys at one date-or hang out we had- you know that scent that reminds you of a romance movie-"

"Makki, you know her this well and you're nervous for nothing. I'm sure that she'll love whatever you do- you're friends for a reason." Iwaizumi says making Hanamaki sigh, hearing those words again.

"Exactly! That's the problem. Fuck- I can't even act like I don't like her. Am I being too obvious or friendly? I don't know where the line ends or starts. I shouldn't get nervous cause it's her- she doesn't care what I do- she's happy with whatever but I just want it to be.. perfect." He rants and ends it with a tired sigh. God, he was getting frustrated. At this point his feelings were overwhelming him, he just needed an outlet for it.

He can't just act like the sight of your smile doesn't make him smile as well, or even just seeing your sleepy state when you walk into class. If his heart didn't flutter whenever you were around, maybe by then you couldn't call it admiration but he just fell and there wasn't a way to stop him.

He didn't wanna stop either.

"Mattsun." You say as Mattsun lets out another laugh as you roll your eyes. It was after practice and since Takahiro couldn't walk you home because he told you he had to talk to Iwaizumi about something, Issei was the one to walk you home.

"This is gold." He states making you shove him a bit. He smiles when he sees you pout. This is where he decides. He could literally say how Hanamaki was asking him for advices like you are right now, but a side of him just wants to see what Makki could do. It was all too funny for him, even if hated how oblivious you two were.

If Hanamaki was falling for you with each day, you did the same. It was inescapable. You met him during second year and the fact that he had you tugging on your heart strings, it was something you can't ignore.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I'm studying, 'Hiro. What's up?" You asked him as he raised an eyebrow at you. You stopped writing to look at him fully.

"We're at a mall." He states like you didn't know. It was bizarre to go to a mall cafe and your purpose was to study when you were with the spontaneous Hanamaki. That's on you for getting distracted on your strict teachers subject.

"Yes, Makki. I know that." He lets out a pft then takes the notebook of yours, closing it. Even putting on the caps of your pens and placing them back in your pen pouch. He also grabs your bag and placing all of those items inside.

You didn't stop him though. You've had enough with 'studying either way'. You'd die if saw how you weren't even taking notes, you were actually writing about how beautiful his eyes were. You were just purely lucky that he didn't care what you were writing because he thought it was about school.

"Happy now?" You asked him as he nods with a childish grin.

"Super. Let's go, cutie." Your eyes widened with his statement so you turn your head away to sling the backpack on your shoulder but he stops you before you could.

He removes his hoodie and hands it to you, making you stare at him.

"What for?"

"It's hot- well duh it's cold, Y/N. C'mon I wanna go to cinema. " He says nonchalantly as you take the hoodie and wear it. What causes you to stop midway was when he pulled down your blouse to prevent it from rising up when you wore his jacket. After placing your arms in, you blushed at minimal gesture.

It made Hanamaki let out a cough, when he did it like a reflex, not even thinking about it.

"Cutie huh?" You teased making him roll his eyes, though he was thankful that you broke the silence.

"Yeah no shut it."

There were many more memories that could list out why you liked him but maybe they just held the same reason.

"Leave him a note then if you can't say it in person." Mattsun suggests, even though he wishes he could've said something else. He doesn't know if that was a good suggestion or not. This could ruin whatever Makki was planning on doing. He should ask him about his plan later on so he can tell you what not to do in order for his best friend to succeed.

You reached the front of your house as you gave Issei a hug, to thank him. He pats your hair as your pull away from him.

"Hey, you've got this. It's you and Makki." He says smiling, assuring you. You nod at him as you sent a wave, him doing the same then walking away.

When you entered your room, your phone rang. Seeing Makkis name light up your room had you answering it in a heartbeat.

"Makki, what's up?"

"Hey, I just called to say I'm sorry I couldn't walk you home today. " He says running his fingers through his hair. He did want to walk with you but he trusted Mattsun. He couldn't waste the time Iwaizumi gave him for advice.

"It's fine, 'Hiro. Mattsun and I are fine." He smiles at what you said, while you left your phone on the nightstand you decided to change out of your uniform. While Makki decides on what to say next.

"Hey Y/N?" He calls for you, once you were done dressing up, you took the phone lying down on your bed.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna go out, for real this time?"

"I'm gonna go sleep." He says, biting his tongue, despising how he couldn't say it. He hears you yawn on the other end of the line.

"That's a lie but night Makki Makki!" You said chuckling as his ears turned red at the nickname. He shakes his head with a smile.

"Goodnight, dumbie."

"Hey! I called you a decent nickname."

"Wow okay then. Goodnight, princess."

Hold up, he said what?

I said that?

He quickly ends the call before you could let out a comment on what he just said. A wave of panic rushes to him not knowing your reaction. You covered your face with the pillows the surrounded you, letting out a frustrated scream.

Fuck.

The morning comes and Hanamakis heart was racing like he going to attend a deadly match but in reality he was just going to confess. He's set all the things that he needed for today, mostly the materials but he himself wasn't nearly as ready.

He's going to wear a uniform. How the fuck do you make that look presentable and polished? Should he wear a new hoodie for you to wear afterwards? Just- how?

He's been staring at himself for too long then he hears his parents call for him saying that Mattsukawa was at his front porch. He sighs before grabbing his bag and heading out of his room.

"So you ready?" Issei asks as Hanamaki shrugs. He wanted it to end right away but then again he wants things to slow down while he sees your reaction when does it.

"Fuck no. Iwaizumi helped me with a few things, he said something about gifts so I searched for some." Mattsukawa nods, as he thinks about what you were up to. Can it actually happen now? The two idiots would finally have the guts to confess on the same day?

"Honestly, this will be very entertaining. What time?"

"I was thinking kind of like after school." He says making Mattsukawa agree with him. It benefits the both of you. Never in a rush to admit, it could also give Makki some time to accomplish some of his plans.

"Do you think it'll go ok?" Hanamaki asks, almost nervous for his answer. Mattsukawa only smiles, knowing the possible ending.

"Yeah."

Betrayer. Oikawa thinks.

He lets out a pout of annoyance and when he spots you, he immediately walks over to you before Hanamaki could.

"Morning Oikawa! Have you seen-"

"Y/N-chan! I'll walk you to class today!" He says sweetly making you question in what was going on. He sees you peer your head over his shoulder, looking for Hanamaki which made him scoot a bit so your vision was blocked. Realizing that Hanamaki probably hasn't arrived yet, you shrugged.

"Okay, Tooru."

As Oikawa slings his arm around your shoulder, he could feel Takahiros stare as he walked with you. Even Iwaizumi had to double take on what he just saw.

"What's with him?" Hanamaki asks, feeling a slight burn in his heart when he sees you laughing with the pretty setter.

"I don't know, maybe he's just bugging her." Iwaizumi comments, making Makki roll his eyes. Mattsun takes notice of his behavior and lets out a chuckle.

"Aww, seriously. It's Oikawa! He's not going to steal your girl." Hanamaki blushes at his words and the boys eye his reaction, making them laugh at the change. Makki rolls his eyes before letting out a sigh, an act as if to reassure himself that things would go according to plan.

When Makki enters the room and meets your eyes, you already flash him a smile gesturing for him to seat with them. Oikawa sends a glare in his way making Mattsun lazily raise an eyebrow to the setter. Oikawa turns his attention to you once again, his chin on his palm as he stares at you.

"You're so pretty Y/N-chan! Wouldn't want that to go to waste do we?" Your ears couldn't really believe what you just heard. A sea of gasps echoed through the room when the compliment left Oikawas mouth. Murmurs of how luck you were started to spread and Makki was stood frozen.

"Flirting with my best friend isn't cute, shittykawa." Hanamaki comments, a distinct tone in his voice that didn't sound all too jokingly. The word best friend rings in your head as you actually felt a strike to your heart with his words.

How can you confess like this when you're down to rejection?

You felt like Hanamaki gave you a wake up call. Is this really the farthest you could go? Just friends? You let out a sigh, suddenly throwing away your previous plans of admitting your feelings for him. You gripped the pen in your hand as you tried not to be controlled by the pain.

Mattsukawa sees how your hand was trembling, replaying what Makki said, he nudges the boy next to him who was busy giving a cold shoulder to Oikawa. Mattsukawa prays that Hanamaki realizes what he just said.

Hanamaki feels the harsh nudge of his best friend making him look your way, a downcast evident in your features. Before he could ask you what's got you upset, the teacher walks in making Oikawa and Iwaizumi leave. Oikawa passes by Hanamaki making the tension even more noticeable.

Mattsukawa grips Hanamakis arm, to stop his mouth from sending a snarky comment and to hold him back from a glare. Hanamaki sits in his usual place as he ponders on what's gotten you this down. Was it Oikawa? What did he tell you? Could it be something that included him?

He sincerely hopes it doesn't involve him or else his hearts going to keep aching with jealousy.

What the fuck?

That was the only question that lingered in Hanamakis head.

Throughout the day, he figured that he'd be able to avoid you without you knowing what he was doing but instead, he found himself getting distracted in the fact that you sat with Oikawa between breaks. He couldn't even focus where to put the gifts in, he's totally forgotten about his locker and the possibility of you finding about it makes him panic.

He just hated how he feels the envy consume him. It took him a while to not give in to it. He had to continue, if he didn't- he would cower away. He wasn't going to waste another chance because of Oikawa, he can promise you that.

"You think Oikawa knew something? Maybe he's actually stalling you." Mattsukawa suggests, to remind Hanamaki that he was sure the setter isn't a barrier to his plans.

"He said something to her- I just know it. She's distant with me." He says tiredly, Iwaizumi leans on his arm to whisper to Hanamaki.

"Maybe he figured out you were going to confess." Iwaizumi says shrugging, Hanamaki shakes his head.

Are you turning him down then if this was real?

A way to softly push him away and tell him that your friendship mattered more?

If this was the case, he's leading his heart to a trap.

And it went like this until Makki had to confront Oikawa, sick of the change in you. It was practice time so he had the setter to himself. He knew you were waiting for him so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He just wanted to be yours already.

"Oikawa, what did you tell her?" He asks quietly. Even if his heart held its beat because of jealousy, he's sure that the boy he was talking to had no interest in you the same way he has. Oikawa has never shown you signs of love or any affection at all. Sure, it was fun to be around him but he looked at you as a friend, a company he can find comfort in but who's to say Makki doesn't feel nervous?

"I didn't tell her anything what are you talking about?" The boy answers making Makki sigh.

"She's avoiding me. It doesn't make sense then." Oikawa raises an eyebrow at Takahiros expression. He looked so- distraught. It starts to sink in him how the lack of your presence takes a toll on his friend and there was the tiny ounce of regret that hits his mind.

When he sees Hanamaki open his locker to reveal a boquet of flowers, his eyes widen. He then closes them immediately, cursing himself for the misunderstanding.

"Isn't that what you were supposed to give Aika?" He asks, his throat dwelling with nervousness. Hanamaki furrows his eyebrows, evidently confused in how their classmate who he is even close to, got dragged into the situation.

"What-"

"Shit."

"Oikawa!"

I hate running.

He says to himself whie doing it, he's never ran this fast before. God, now everything was at rush. He had to pack his things immediately, make sure the sweat didn't cling to him like it did. He even had to rummage through his locker to make sure everything was inside his bag. Mattsukawa was also frantic. Iwaizumi was calm enough to knock some sense into Oikawa after Hanamaki tells the news on what exactly happened.

So here he was running to your neighborhood, flowers and all because he'd be dumb enough to be the guy in Oikawas misunderstood scenario.

"Oikawa!"

"Wait okay fuck I'm sorry- I might have heard something wrong earlier." He says, a hand to the back of his neck. Hanamaki isn't sure if he should feel relieved that Oikawa doesn't have any admiration towards or feel the fucking rage to strangle him for whatever led to this.

"What exactly did you hear anyway?"

"I can't just give the flowers to Aika. I can't act like an admirer of hers, I have to confess to her myself." Hanamaki says sighing as Iwaizumi and Mattsukawa nods.

Oikawa turns his back on the trio as he frowns at the idea of you and Hanamaki not being a couple. It seems that his friendly gestures didn't actually hold anything else, he'd fallen for Aika instead. Though he feels slightly pissed that Hanamaki led you on in some sort of way.

Once he sees you, he immediately goes your way in order for you to not witness the heartbreak that was about to unfold.

"Oikawa, I was planning to confess to Y/N. Mattsukawa suggested that I try to give her the flowers anonymously at first by letting Aika bring it to her but like I said, I didn't wanna look like an unknown loser." Hanamaki lets out a puff of annoyance as Oikawa rests his hand on the boys shoulder, now that tiny ounce of guilt grew and grew.

"I'm really really sorry, Makki." He says sincerely, Hanamaki sighs before nodding at Oikaws, accepting his apology knowing Iwaizumi could lecture the boy after his slip up.

"I need to go to Y/N now." He says but Kindaichi looks at his teammate with a water bottle in hand.

"Y/N-san left hours ago." He says as Hanamaki sends a glare towards Oikawa then he looks at Kunimi just to confirm Kindaichis statement. Kunimi nods before returning back to his unbothered state. Hanamaki lets out a scream of frustration as he dashes towards Mattsukawa and Iwaizumi, Oikawa being dragged along by his shirt.

"Oi, did you two fight?"

"Long-story short he thought I was giving the flowers to Aika. Now please, lecture the damn asshole- I need to find Y/N." He basically hands Oikawa to Iwaizumi who already landed a ball to the captains head as he runs off to his locker to leave immediately.

He could never adore someone else when you remained to stay at the top of his list- since no other name follows it.

He pats down his sweat with a towel before drinking water then spraying his cologne all around him. He was in front of your room door since your parents gladly invited him in while he mentions to be quiet at the sight of the boquet of flowers in hand and now it's finally happening. He was either going to face a prize or a bucket of tears.

Here goes nothing then.

He knocks on the door as you continued to scroll through your phone but you spoke, "It's open!"

He opens it softly, before stepping in your room, closing the door in the process. You look up from your phone only to get the life knocked out of you when you see Hanamaki.

"Hey Makki-"

"Y/N please I just need to tell you something okay."

He takes the vacant spot next to you on your bed as both your hearts pounded loudly with each second. Your mind couldn't stop racing at what he was going to say if it was just flat out rejection, meanwhile Hanamaki doubts what he bought you. He carefully takes your hand with his, caressing it gently while your cheeks were heating at the moment.

"Y/N I-"

You roll your eyes before ending the call, not even caring to know who called. Meanwhile, Makki wanted to stop himself from coughing from the embarrassment.

The phone rings. Oh, fuck me.

"Go on- really sorry." You say with a slight chuckle, as he smiles, thankful you read the room at how nervous he was. Instead, he went to his bag to find a certain box. Once he finds the blue box, he takes your palm and places the object on it.

You smiled at him you opened the box, praying that you don't let out a squeal when you see what's inside.

"Paper rings?" You say chuckling as Hanamakis eyes widen, threatened to pop out of his sockets since he was in full disbelief. You laughed as Hanamaki tried to get the back from you but you ran from your bed to wear the damn thing.

"Y/N!" He yells trying to reach the box from your hands but your laughter echoes through the room.

You're too fucking cute for me. You think to yourself.

"It's a perfect fit on me, Takahiro." You say even holding out your hand with the paper ring as Hanamaki hides his face on a pillow, an attempt to hide the humiliation. He can never bounce back from this. Where was the actual matching rings that he bought? The one with yours and his initials were embedded on? Did he leave it on his desk when he was trying to figure out your ring size? He was truly fucked.

When you tried to reach for him, the ring broke since it was surrounded by tape and it didn't really held strength to it. Realizing that it was folded paper, you opened it seeing scribbles and doodles from Makki.

Y/N's ring size is 6 maybe 7?

Get the flowers that Iwaizumi suggested. Which flower was it again? The ones that symbols love? Fuck it.

Does she prefer me with this perfume or not?

She smells amazing all the time, I hate it.

God, I like her too much it's unbelievable.

I feel like I'm proposing to her but I'm not complaining.

You immediately drop the paper to look at him, switching your gaze between him and the paper. You hid your face in your hands as you wondered if this was actually reality. Hanamaki likes you back? Proposing? It was overwhelmingly cute.

Hanamaki lifts his head from the pillow and he sees you looking like you were embarrassed for him. He immediately goes to you, hands on yours as he tries to lift them off your face.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" He teases, hopefully it was able to grab your attention, and it did. You slap his chest from how flustered you were as he laughs before taking you in his arms, playing with your hair as your mind goes blank.

"Okay maybe the secret is out but I'm serious, Y/N. I like you- so fucking much it makes me wanna buy all the shit you want if we succeed in a heist- and I never wanna stop feeling this. The ring is crappy but I've got the actual one in my room so" He pulls away from your embrace as he lifts your chin to meet with his face who was intoxicatingly close.

"Do you accept my proposal of being my girlfriend?"

"If I said no?" You teased with a smile as he chuckles before locking his lip with yours, his hand finding its way to your cheek as you immediately kiss back, the pieces finally clicking in its rightful place. He deepens the kiss as your hand finds its way to the nape of his hair, pulling him closer while his own hands make a trip to your waist who he soon finds addicting.

He pulls away, caressing your cheek as your forehead touched, smiles plastered on either faces.

"I gladly accept, 'Hiro."

"Not like I'll take no for an answer, princess."

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hanamaki x reader #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa tooru #hajime iwaizumi #aoba johsai #xine's world of romance

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born-to-lose · 4 years

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If You Were in These Arms -- Chapter 4

Pairings: Roger Taylor x fem!reader, Brian May x fem!reader

Summary: You're pregnant with Roger's baby, but sometimes things don't work out as planned. Sometimes you find more support in your best friend than the child's father. But what if that turns out not to be as bad as it seems?

Tags: modern!AU, pregnancy

Words: 1,538

A/N: Exactly one week ago I promised you guys part four and here it finally is! Kind of a filler chapter, but the next one will be fluffy. Might be my last update on this fic for a while because of school.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @rogerscarfreddiescat @a-crowd-of-newsies @chlobo6 @bohemiansweede @bismillahnah @devilcrivbaby @drowseoftaylor @brianmayscurls @riddikuluslypotter @took-me-hours-to-steal-those @stormtrooper-in-clogs @johndeaconshands @ixchel-9275

Tip me if you want!

The following week there was plenty to talk about in Mr May's class. One of his students had seen him at Topshop with what she supposed was his girlfriend while going there herself after school and of course she had to tell everyone about it. The new information spread like wildfire and before Brian set foot in the classroom, one third of the school seemed to already know about what he'd done last Friday afternoon.

"Mr May's girlfriend is pregnant!"

"He's got a girlfriend?!"

"Kinda sad, really. I mean, he's not ugly…"

Brian walked in at the height of the discussion about their teacher's apparently so interesting private life and the students' heads immediately turned towards him when they heard the familiar sound of his clogs that somehow never looked unfashionable paired with the outfits he wore. He was very confused to hear his name multiple times as his pupils were usually on their phones or talked about their own lives before class.

"Mr May! I saw you and your girlfriend at Topshop on Friday," Madison exclaimed, not even giving him a chance to ask what all the fuss was about in the first place.

"What?" Brian gave her a puzzled look as he tried to think of what to reply. He had so many questions already. "My girlfriend?"

"In the maternity section!"

He tried to play it off with a joke to stop them from making more assumptions so he could finally start the lesson and avoid more personal questions. "Okay, but what are you doing in the maternity section?"

"Hey, I was just walking by! She's really pretty, by the way!" she added with a wide smile, having quickly forgotten about the teasing.

Another one spoke up. "So you're gonna be a dad?"

"A what?" Brian understood what the boy said, but this escalated quickly.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because we're not even dating!" he whined in frustration.

"Then why is she pregnant?" Robin wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm not the only man on earth who's able to get someone pregnant, you know?"

"But why is it you who's going shopping for maternity clothes with her?"

Brian buried his face in his hands, hiding behind his briefcase. "Guys!"

"We just… we feel personally hurt that you didn't tell us you were going to be a dad. You can trust us, you know?" Madison feigned a hurt look, placing a hand on her chest.

She was right, actually. Normally he was casual to talk to when it came to non-school related stuff and that's what made him so popular among his students, but this time there was nothing to tell them about since the whole thing was just a misunderstanding. Neither was he dating you nor was he going to be a dad. He should probably clear things up before the rest of the school would also find out about this new discovery. The last thing he needed was congratulations from his colleagues...

Brian lifted his head a bit and the entire class was staring at him, waiting for the long awaited answers to the dozens of questions they'd asked him all at once. He sighed and stood up to sit on his desk. "You wanna hear the whole story?"

"Yes!" they all called in unison.

"Alright, so first of all she's only a friend, believe me, nothing more. And no, I'm not the father. The real dad left her when he found out she's pregnant."

"Ouch. What a dick!"

He didn't have the nerve to tell her to watch her language and besides, she was right. Roger was a dick. "Yeah. She came to me afterwards and I offered her to live with me for a while. It's not like I'm a substitute for her ex, I'm just here to support and help her. And I only took her shopping because I'm trying to make this already pretty difficult time as good as possible for her," he finished, shrugging.

There was a pause as everyone had expected a longer story. "That's cute, but do you like her?"

"As my best friend whom I've known for six years, yes," he lied.

"Liar!" Madison intervened. "I saw how you looked at her!"

Brian gave her glare. He knew how he had looked at you, but he didn't have to be reminded of that when this situation was already awkward enough.

"I think you need some tips on how to get her to like you back," yet another girl chirped. "It sounds like you're on the right track, now it's all about body language and giving hints…"

He couldn't believe his tenth graders were giving him flirting instructions. It was kind of embarrassing and he didn't really know how to feel about this, but he silently appreciated how much they cared about him, even if they had more useful things to do, for example catching up on some subject material.

Brian's hands got sweaty when they brought some date ideas up. He'd been wanting to ask you out for a couple of weeks. He just wasn't sure what would be the best option that wouldn't be too cheesy, but also couldn't be seen as a friend date. He wanted it to be romantic, but not too overwhelming for you. One of the suggestions was a picnic in the park and he really liked that one. Maybe you could combine it with stargazing…

"Does she like rom-coms?"

"Hm? Yeah, some of them."

"How about a movie night then? With popcorn and blankets and everything, you know? Can be pretty romantic if you've got the right atmosphere and films."

Brian nodded and smiled a bit. The long conversation was worth it, he couldn't deny that. He kept the students' ideas in the back of his head to use in the future.

They were almost done when someone else suggested going on a weekend trip, which sparked an idea in Brian. He'd read so-called babymoons were a popular thing to do in the sixth month of a pregnancy and perhaps that could be his chance to make you fall in love with him too...

"Okay, thank you all for your support, but as soon as I get diaper cakes, we really need to talk," he ended the topic before finally starting his long overdue lesson.

Admittedly, they were right about him secretly having feelings for you, though he always tried his best to hold them back. Apparently, he didn't seem to be very good at that, but wouldn't you have already noticed if his crush on you had been so obvious?

What he wouldn't have given to confirm the rumours that you were his girlfriend… Then again, he preferred not to get himself into more trouble after telling your gynecologist he was the baby daddy. He didn't want to pressure you into another relationship so shortly after the one with Roger. After all, he was also there to help you get over him and you surely didn't need him to be the next in line to break your heart.

Meanwhile you had to undergo a similar interrogation at work. "Isn't he your boyfriend?" Vera asked, frowning.

"No, he's not," you groaned, throwing your head back as you dressed a mannequin. "Roger was my boyfriend before he broke up with me three months ago."

"But you did move in with… Brian, I think his name was?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we're together. He's just my best friend and since I moved out of the flat I shared with Roger, I've been living with Bri," you explained, trying to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"Ooh, we're using nicknames now…" The other woman took a sip of water and pursed her lips. "So he's the surrogate dad?"

You didn't know what to reply. Brian was a surrogate dad in some way, but referring to him as such sounded strange. He was there for you in times when Roger wasn't and he helped you where he could. In the last months he had taken over Roger's role - or at least part of it -, so you guessed he was exactly what Vera said he was. Still, you didn't regard him as something like a dad. There was more to being a dad. It also meant having a much more intimate relationship and stronger bond with the mother-to-be, but Brian couldn't give you that in a way Roger possibly could have. You had no doubt he would treat the baby like his own, but he could never fully replace its biological father.

You nodded slowly. "Kind of, yes… But it's not like I'm in love with him. And neither is he," you added before she'd even consider saying something about him having feelings for you. Why did she have to be so forward with this subject?

"...yet," she finished with a grin and lightly patted your shoulder. "It will come, trust me."

"I really don't feel more for him, I swear," you protested.

"Whatever you say, dear. The look in his eyes told me he does feel more for you. Poor guy." She winked as if to tell you she knew you loved him, but you didn't.

And maybe she wasn't too wrong about that.

#mel writes #if you were in these arms #brian may x reader #brian may fic #brian may imagine #brian may #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor fic #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor #queen fic #queen

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The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I followed behind the others as Thomas led us threw the maze. Newt was sticking close to my side which I was grateful for. He'd give me a good push or tug if I seemed to start slowing down. Thomas kept shouting encouraging things back to us. It did seem to help us keep up the pace even though my lungs felt like they were on fire. We came to a sudden stop against a wall. Thomas slowly peered around the corner then flew back against the wall.

"Is there a griever?" Chuck asked him quietly.

Thomas nodded. The rest of us crowded in closer to him. We knew we needed a game plan for this one.

"You take this Chuck." Minho said handing the metal object we had retrieved from the first griever Thomas killed to the young boy.

"Stay behind us" Minho added.

"It's okay, just stick with me." Teresa said as she tied her hair back.

"Once we are threw, it will activate and the door will open. Now we stay close. We stick together. We get threw this. We get out now. Or we die trying. Ready?" Thomas asks slamming his spear down.

We all nodded as we readied ourselves and our weapons.

"Let's go!" Thomas shouted as a war cry.

We all ran full speed behind Thomas towards the griever. The griever snarled as it turned to face us. It charged at us quickly it's stinger at the ready. The first few people to it were able to stab it around it's face with the spears. It jerked away then came right back. Minho, Thomas, Frypan, and I stood our ground with our spears trying to keep the thing away from the others. We ducked a swipe of the griever's tail but it whipped around again and grabbed one of the gladers throwing him off the stone like bridge we were on. The claw came down right at Teresa's feet making her fall back. She hit it wit her machete accidentally knocking the key a few feet away.

"The key!" Chuck shouted as he ran after it.

Those of us with spears were finally gaining the upper hand with the griever. We all worked together pushing the spears in deeper as we shoved the thing towards the edge. With one last war cry from us and a nasty snarl from the griever we all pulled out our spears letting it fall. Before we could celebrate our small victory two more grievers climbed onto the stone bridge.

"Thomas!" Chuck screamed as he and Teresa ran past us to the door.

We all ganged up on the grievers the best we could. We had to hold them off long enough for Chuck and Teresa to get the door open.

"Teresa Go!" Thomas shouted back to them as we stabbed the griever over and over.

We started to walk backwards as the passages behind us opened up.

"Keep pushing!" I shouted.

"Stay together!" Newt ordered.

Inch by inch we got closer to our exit while holding back the grievers. My back was against Thomas' as we both stabbed and pushed at the same griever. I could hear Teresa and Chuck shouting at each other behind us. One of the gladers tried charging forward without the rest of us. Both grievers boxed him in. One grabbed him then flung him off the bridge. They both turned back to us with a roar. We tried to get back in our stance to continue holding them off.

"Thomas! There's a code! Eight numbers!" Teresa yelled from behind us.

"Eight sections of the maze." I heard Thomas mumble beside me.

"Hey Minho! What's the sequence?" He asked the other runner loudly.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"The sections of the maze! What's the sequence?" Thomas asked again.

"Seven! One! Five! Two!" Minho started to shout but a griever suddenly dropped from the ceiling pinning Minho on the ground beneath it.

"Minho!" Thomas and I shouted as we moved to attack.

Jeff ran past us holding his spear above his head. He jumped sticking the spear into the griever's head. This was enough to give Minho a way out from under the thing. The griever grabbed a hold of Jeff shaking and squeezing until he wasn't screaming any longer.

"The sequence come on!" Chuck yelled.

"Six! Four! Eight! Three!" Minho shouted.

The grievers were getting more aggressive as we tried to back into the small opening. It was taking everything we had to keep pushing at them. I heard a small beeping from behind me then the stones that had lifted to let us inside the passage started dropping. Each one fell one after the other until they had either trapped a griever on the side away from us or crushed it. The sudden black darkness had me wondering if we had really escaped or just made things a whole lot worse for ourselves.

A small click behind us then a small stream of light. Teresa was the one to push it open slowly. She popped her head out to make sure there was no more danger. She stepped out opening the door wide for all of us to step out of the darkness. I was one of the last ones out. We were in some kind of passageway like a hallway. Large pipes and wires were hooked to the wall and went as far as the eye could see.

"This way" Thomas whispered.

We followed behind him for several minutes. The look of the hallway never changed. There were no turns only a straight hallway.

"How do we get out of here?" I asked in a hushed voice.

The group stopped turning to face something on the wall. I followed their eyes to see a brightly lit sign above a door.

EXIT.

"You're joking" Frypan chuckled.

Thomas was the one to lead the way. The rest of us followed behind him. I hoped there was an exit on the other side and not another trap or test. I don't think I can handle anymore.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #gally x reader #tmr gally #original character

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