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honeypiehotchner · 3 years

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Looking Too Closely (Bucky x Fem!Stark!Reader) -- part three

I did not expect to get so invested in this damn fic but here I am :))

Summary: The one in which Tony invites you to the “family dinner” but you sleep through it. Also, the “Father Test,” as Tony calls it.

Warnings: angst (what’s new?), talk of food/eating (so sorry, I should’ve tagged this a lot sooner!), medical stuffs (needles, blood being drawn)

A few hours pass by slowly as you doze, floating in between sleep and consciousness, both places completely unsoothing to you.

You wake abruptly when FRIDAY’s voice echoes throughout the room. “Do Not Disturb overridden by Tony Stark.”

With a groan, you sit up, listening to Tony knock — though surprised that he even does.

“Come in,” you sigh.

The door swings open and Tony opens his mouth to speak, but stops when he sees you on the floor. “What…” He glances between you and the bed, giving you an incredulous look. “What’s wrong with the perfectly new bed I gave you?”

“The least of your concerns should be that I’m taking a nap on the floor,” you deadpan. “What do you want?”

“Dinner will be ready in a few,” he says, still looking at you all concerned. “We have a family dinner once a week to...build rapport.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He continues. “You live here now, so...you’re invited. Wanda and Pepper will be there. Bucky, too.” Tony pauses. “Bucky didn’t bother you earlier, did he?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, good.”

“You bothered me, Tony.”

“Right,” Tony nods. “Sorry about that. I shouldn’t have brought that stuff up. I should’ve just been happy that you’re okay.” He pauses again, like he’s having trouble putting all the words together. “I am, by the way. Glad you’re okay. I’m sorry you went through that.”

“Thanks,” you say slowly. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

Tony offers a half-smile, half-grimace, because what you don’t know is that he has FRIDAY currently working on a full, extensive background check on your mom. And you, but your mom is top priority. Ever since the conversation in MedBay earlier, he’s been worried. For your safety — both past, present, and future. But he’s also worried about who you really are — and the worst worry of all is that you might not even know.

“Anyway, dinner in a few,” he says. “Nothing fancy. Come as you are, all that bullshit.”

You snicker at his reference.

He tries not to think of it as too much of a win. “Oh and,” he points to the bed, “it really is new. No one’s slept in it before you. And you can adjust the settings on it — softness, heating, cooling, all that. Just,” he pauses again. “FRIDAY, will you show Y/N the control panel?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

Your eyes widen when a hologram appears next to the bed, projected onto the wall. There, all the settings — and many more — that Tony mentioned are shown.

“When you get it set where you like, FRIDAY can save it for you,” he explains. “Just for whenever you feel like sleeping in a bed again. I guess.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, looking over at him. “Really, thank you, Tony.”

“No problem, munchkin.” He smiles fully this time as he leaves, closing your door. And to your surprise, he activates Do Not Disturb again.

Food is the last thing on your mind, so instead you head over to the hologram on the wall.

You spend the next hour and a half fixing the settings. Once you get it just right, though, you lie down and you sleep.

Soundly. For five hours.

+++

When you wake again, you’re confused and disoriented to find yourself sleeping in a bed. But you love that your back, shoulders, and hips aren’t screaming in pain for once.

One glance out the window tells you that you’ve definitely missed the dinner Tony invited you to, but you don’t care all that much. You’ve met everyone individually. You didn’t really need or want to go to a big dinner. It seemed pointless.

But, unfortunately, you are hungry, so you drag yourself out of bed to go to the kitchen in search of something resembling food.

One glance at the clock in the hall tells you it’s just past midnight, so you relax even more, knowing you won’t encounter anyone.

Or at least, you hoped.

There, leaned against the kitchen counter, straight up guzzling a glass of water, is Bucky.

At least it’s him, you think.

Bucky smiles gently when he sees you coming. “Hey.”

You offer a slight nod and a quiet “Hey” in return, going straight to the fridge.

“Oh, the plate in there is yours,” he says. “Top shelf.”

You look up and spot it, your eyes widening as you grab it. Did they eat monstrous portions here or something? It must weigh five pounds or something crazy.

As if reading your mind, Bucky says, “Sorry there’s so much. I think Tony went overboard.”

You blink down at the food. Tony made you a plate? You expected Pepper to do it, if anyone. Quite frankly, you weren’t expecting it at all. You figured they wouldn’t even notice your absence.

Bucky wordlessly steps to the side, giving you access to the microwave. It even looks expensive, which makes you snort. It’s touchscreen. Of-fucking-course.

“We missed you at dinner,” Bucky says. You didn’t know he liked to talk this much.

“I fell asleep,” you confess with a laugh. “Tony uh, showed me the controls for the bed.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows. “No more sleeping on the floor for you, then?”

You shrug.

“I sleep on the floor most nights, too,” Bucky continues, taking in a deep breath. “It’s just…”

“Normal,” you finish quietly.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It feels normal.”

You turn back to the microwave, opening the door a second before it beeps. The food is warm enough now, you guess. Where the hell are the forks, though?

After opening two drawers, Bucky realizes what you’re looking for. “Here.” He opens the drawer across from you and pulls out a fork.

“Thanks,” you murmur, taking it from him. “Night.”

He nods and gives a slight wave. “Night.”

+++

The next day, Pepper stops by your room with a ton of clothes, shoes, and a phone.

“Uhm, thanks…”

“I know it’s a lot,” she smiles gently. “And if you don’t like anything, just let me know. Or if I didn’t get anything that you need, let me know, too.” She pauses. “You don’t have to do it now.”

“Okay,” you sigh, trying not to feel overwhelmed, but it’s hard. There’s like...fifteen bags on your bed right now. Not to mention the boxes of shoes that are stacked on the floor. And the new phone, still in the box, that you’re holding in your hand.

Pepper points to the phone. “It should have my number, Tony’s number, and the rest of the Avengers programmed in there. You’ll see one named Happy, that’s just Tony’s assistant, just in case. You don’t have to talk to everyone on there, but they do have your number as well. It’s all a precautionary thing. Oh, and the phone can be tracked.” She pauses, lowering her voice. “Just a heads up. In case Tony goes crazy.”

You smile at that. “Thanks.” As if he hasn’t already gone crazy and driven you closer to insanity, too.

“Speaking of Tony,” she says. “He’s willing to do the paternity test whenever you are.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Is today good?”

Pepper blinks. “I don’t see why not.”

“Okay, just...I’ll put some clothes on first.” You’re still wearing what Wanda gave you.

“Yeah, of course,” she nods. “I’ll let Tony know and whenever you’re ready, you can just ask FRIDAY to take you to the lab.”

“Okay.”

Pepper leaves you be, while you get dressed, and it takes you a lot longer than you were expecting.

There are so many clothes.

After finding something somewhat comfortable (and because you’re tired of looking through the bags), you grab your phone, though it feels foreign having it in your pocket.

“FRIDAY...where is the lab?”

“If you head to the elevator, I’ll take you there.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course, Y/N.”

Following FRIDAY’s orders, you head to the elevator and step inside. The doors close and the elevator begins to move, and when it stops, the doors behind you open.

“Welcome to Mr. Stark’s lab.”

Hesitantly, you step off, and you’re met with blaring music.

“Really?” You scream, and Tony lifts his head. “AC/DC? Really?”

The volume lowers a little while Tony replies. “You know your music. I’m impressed.”

“I’m disappointed,” you say. “I prefer Pink Floyd.”

Tony smirks. ‘Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2’ begins to play. You hate that you grin, but you do.

“Much better,” you comment. “Pepper told me to come here?”

He nods. “Right, the Father Test.”

You snort. Of course he calls it that.

“We’ll have to head down to MedBay to do it. I’ll be done in just a second.” He taps something on the screen before looking back up. “Did Pepper give you your phone?”

“Yeah.” You pull the device from your pocket and wave it. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“I’m not gonna leave you stranded without a phone,” Tony replies. “Also, just for the foreseeable future, don’t leave the Tower without someone. Preferably without me.”

You furrow your eyebrows. You hadn’t thought about leaving and going anywhere until now. “Why?”

“Well, for one, you have an arrest warrant,” he reminds you. “They won’t question it if I’m with you. Which is why it needs to be me — Steve is also fine. But, let’s say, if you left with Bucky, they wouldn’t hesitate to grab both of you.”

“Wasn’t he pardoned or something?”

“Doesn’t mean no one holds a grudge against him.”

You nod. “Right.” Then, you reel back. “So you’re not going to turn me in?”

He shrugs. “I believe you. Even though you won’t tell me who stabbed you.” He taps something else, then drags the screen, and a hologram appears right in front of him.

You roll your eyes. “Because I don’t know who they were. I told you.”

“And I still think you’re lying,” he retorts.

You glare at him through the hologram.

A few more minutes pass where all that fills the silence is Pink Floyd. You’re not complaining, but even Tony’s breathing is grating to your ears.

Once he’s finally finished with whatever the hell he was doing, he heads to the elevator, and you silently follow him.

+++

This time when you enter MedBay, it’s empty, aside from the on-site doctor, Dr. Cho.

“Here for the Father Test,” Tony quips, smirking when Dr. Cho rolls her eyes at him.

You like Dr. Cho already.

“Alright,” she says, putting a pause on what she was doing. “It’s just a simple cheek swab and a little blood.”

“Blood?” You ask. You hate having your blood drawn. Not because of the needle, but because of the idea of your blood being drawn out of your body and used for things you’re unaware of.

It’s creepy.

“Just a small amount,” Dr. Cho assures you with a soft smile. “It acts as a double-check for the paternity test. The cheek swab can give us a general yes or no, but blood is definitive.”

You agree, you just hate it.

First is the cheek swab and Dr. Cho lets you do it, probably sensing your anxiety. She refuses to let Tony do his on his own, but that probably has something to do with how much of a child he is.

Tony gets his blood drawn first, and it is too short for your liking, because once he’s done, Dr. Cho preps you.

Your head is turned the other way while she wipes your skin. Tony moves into your line of vision, and you’re ready to tell him to fuck off before he teases you, but he doesn’t.

He just talks to you.

“Barnes told me you fell asleep yesterday.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Yeah. That’s why I missed dinner. He said you made a plate for me?”

“I did,” Tony nods. “I didn’t want you to go hungry.”

“I could tell,” you snort. “There was enough food on the plate to feed four of me.”

He chuckles. “Did you at least eat?”

“Yeah, I did,” you say. “It was good.”

“Good. How’s the bed?”

“Really good,” you say. “Thanks for showing me the controls and stuff.”

“No problem,” he shrugs. “Nat asked me earlier if you’d like to train with her and Wanda.”

“Train?”

“Yeah, train, workout, whatever you want to call it. Barnes and Rogers usually run if that’s more your speed, Wilson, too, when he’s here.”

“Who’s Wilson?”

“Sam,” Tony fills in. “Falcon.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“He’s in...Louisiana right now, but he should be back here in a few days, so you’ll meet him.” He pauses. “But...stay away from him.”

“Why?”

“He’s...flirty.”

You nearly wheeze. “Are you joking?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head. “I’ve been meaning to say that about Barnes, too. I don’t care if you talk to him. I think it’s good for him — and you. But don’t…” He waves his hands in an ambiguous manner.

“Tony, the absolute last thing on my mind right now is a boyfriend, but even if it was, why would you have any say in it?” You counter.

“Because I know them, and I don’t want them anywhere near you,” he says, like that’s the end of it. “All done, Dr. Cho?”

“All done,” she confirms, and that’s when you feel her pressing a Band-Aid over your skin.

Your head whips around. You didn’t even feel the needle go in or out. What the fuck?

You look back at Tony with a small smile. “Well played.”

“You’re welcome,” he smirks. “Though, I wasn’t kidding.”

You roll your eyes. “Not even Nat or Wanda?”

He looks surprised, but still shakes his head. “Still no.”

“Darn. My plans have been foiled.”

This time when he looks at you, he smiles.

As the two of you are walking to the elevator, he says, “Want to help me in the lab? I’ll let you control the music — just this once.”

You almost say yes, but you’re not really in the mood. “No, thanks though. I really should go through all the clothes Pepper brought me.”

“Ah, right,” he nods. “She told me she went shopping.”

“Yeah…” You exhale. “She went.”

You step onto the elevator after him, and he presses the floors for you and the lab.

“You know, Wanda might help you sort through the clothes if you ask. She might wear whatever you don’t want.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll ask.”

“She’s training right now, though.”

You nod. “Okay. It can wait, I guess.”

Tony rocks on his heels. “I could really use an extra set of hands…”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

He grins. “You still want to control the music?”

“There’s no way I’m letting you play AC/DC the whole time.”

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rulerofstars · 3 years

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do you write in modern!au? i have an idea about an angst of him confessing/proposing to his s/o but because they were too shocked, he thought he was being rejected and he left them, (cutting their contacts off and such) then they meet again after some time coincidentally and they got to talk about it and his s/o got to finally answer him (sorry if its too long!)

Le quattro Stagioni

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x (Fem) Reader

Genre & Warnings: Modern AU, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 4,950 words

Angel: I am so sorry this took so long, anon. Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy this one. Play the songs in order upon seeing the little hearts (♡) that I’ll put, but only if you guys want. All the love.

Songs:

Two is Better than One by Boys Like Girls

Back to December by Jake Coco (or TS)

You and Me by Lifehouse

The tepidity of June danced along the slightly cool breeze that blew a few strands of your hair away from your face. Numerous messages from Hanji made your phone go almost crazy and overwhelmed by the bombardment of notifications. Several questions about what would you wear, what time will you go, or should they pick you up.

A sigh escaped your lips upon opening your apartment door, the cold feeling of being alone grazed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine even though it was summer. Walking to your room, you grabbed the makeup pouch on top of the dining table along the way, replying to your friend’s messages.

Tonight is a special one. After five long years, a highschool reunion is initiated and organized by a few of your batchmates, and the venue is at a small garden event place—where everyone experienced their first prom when in third year. Your lips formed a smile upon the memories brought by the sudden reminisce, it was your first everything.

♡

Highschool is a period where people often experience every kind of shit an individual has to go through to enjoy their teenage years. We get drunk, we smoke—well not everyone, but a majority has tried taking one drag and regretting it afterwards, we lie to our parents, we cut classes. It doesn’t always happen to everyone, and not every single person can relate, but the point is, highschool brought us to situations we never knew we could get through. It introduced us to unfamiliar feelings, it gave us the chance to quench the curiosity that formed within the depths of our minds.

It doesn’t always happen to everyone in high school, but in your case, you fell in love.

Being friends with Hanji allowed you to become one with their own circle, too. The ever so responsible Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit—Hanji’s best friend, and you didn’t know if they noticed but there’s something else in the man’s eyes whenever he stares at Hanji, and of course, Levi. . . Every single one of them had their own idiosyncrasies, and it wasn’t hard to get along with them, especially with the man with the jet-black hair and slanted eyes.

As a transferee from another school, you chose to go along their group, because being with them makes you feel at ease. They weren’t intimidating at all, Levi was, at first, but their warmth and how they welcomed you in their circle will never be forgotten by your heart.

Everyone has their own “partner in crime”, except for Erwin who could ace high school on his own, but he did help anyone who needed a hand, and because of his duties as a class president, he doesn’t always have the chance to mingle with you guys. And so every time you had afterschool shenanigans, Mike and Nanaba would have their own little world, Hanji would be blabbering their rants to Moblit, sometimes Erwin too, if he’s not too busy with his responsibilities, and you are often left with Levi. It’s not that you hated it—you never hated it.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked, one day. It was three months after being friends with you when he first held your hand, just because an over-speeding car almost hit you while you were walking your way towards our house. His hand felt nice on yours, and the concern that dwelled in his eyes was enough to make your frail heart dance with the crispy, orange leaves.

It was in the final term of first year when the attraction towards him grew into a little crush and little did you know how he became more fond of you than he did with the others, too.

“Do you want me to get you soup?” The busy cafeteria was filled with hungry students, lunch time only allows you to have your break within an hour. Yes, fuck school, but thank God the canteen wasn’t so far away.

“Yep,” You answered, while waiting outside of the line as you waited for Levi to finish ordering your food while you held his bag, and the utensils.

“Go find us a chair, I’ll come to you.” His bored eyes darted onto yours, nodding his head, insisting that you should go and sit. Hanji and the others found you soon after being separated for a while, they sat anywhere but the seat in front of you. Because, it’s Levi’s spot if it is across yours, and nobody can change that.

The unexpected bond of you and him had grew into a light sense of puppy love, and you really didn’t have a clue about what you were feeling, but it did feel right, he felt right.

“Do you like Levi?” Nanaba interrogated you one time when she and Hanji had a sleepover at your house, and a sleepover isn’t one if you would not talk about crushes and such. Apparently, something is really going on in between her and Mike, and she talked about how it all began in middle school. Hanji, apparently, is too caught up with fictional creatures like Titans, and they spoke about not having time for crushes.

“Yeah, do you like him? Because he liiiikes you,” They teased and you brushed it off, avoiding the question by changing the topic immediately.

“Don’t be silly.” You laughed.

Of course, of course you did.

He is the snowflakes of your winters.

It was the autumn of sophomore, when you first went into Levi’s house, along with your friends, of course. You met his lovely mom who welcomed you warmly and cooked the nicest food you’ve ever tasted outside of your house, and then you met his uncle who acts as if he’s always drunk and calls Levi a little runt.

“Tch,” Kuchel showed you his baby pictures, and you stared at his annoyed face, picturing if he had not cut his long, dark hair. Maybe he could tie it into a manbun? “Mom, stop that.” You laughed, amused how he managed to snatch the album away from the grip of his mother as he ran towards his room while everyone giggled because of his reaction.

“That brat was never the friendly type, we’re glad you were able to adopt him to your group,” Kenny snorted. Behind his harsh words were a sense of gratitude, you knew that Levi’s uncle may appear as harsh at first, but he was kind, and you were pretty sure where Levi got his attitude from.

Kuchel patted the top of your heads before sending you off that day, thanking you for how well you treated Levi, “You take care of my son, okay?” She said, and it might have appeared as usual to others, but not to you. You’d never forget how she looked into your eyes the moment she spoke, as if she was pertaining to you.

What you thought was puppy love had bloomed into something deeper, something stronger, more serious, and bigger than the both of you.

-----

It was the spring of junior year when you first made out. His room was dimly lit, the curtains were closed, his bed was soft, his tongue on yours—and how you wrapped your arms around his neck just to pull him closer to your body.

The seasons flew by quickly, you knew how well your heart and mind begs for him, and he is well aware about how a single touch of you could make him falter. You weren’t dumb, and it wasn’t that hard to figure it out, what was hard was to admit.

“What do you feel about me?” You asked, staring into his eyes and getting lost within the ardor the dwells upon his irises whenever he looks at you. “Do you love me, Levi?”

You would never forget how his ears turned red at that moment, placing soft kisses on your face while holding you in his arms, never ready to let go. “Tch, what do you think?”

“I think you do, too.” You smiled, pressing your lips against his and closing your eyes, feeling his warm breath on your face, his long eye lashes against your skin, and the scent you’ve grown fond of for years.

His eyes trailed to the necklace he gave you at prom, tracing the cold silver chain that rested upon the smoothness of your neck, “Then why’d you ask?”

And he would never forget how your eyes gleamed when he told you that, as if every star in the universe exploded and the smithereens fell onto your face. “I’m right, then?”

“Mhm.”

“I just want to hear you say it,” You pouted, kissing on his forehead and studying the cosmos in his eyes. You have always wondered how his eyes looked so pretty whenever you stare at them, never had you noticed how it only dazzles that way just because he is looking at you.

“I am in love with you.”

And it’s just a matter of time when the both of you realized that “you and me” was meant to be an “us.”

Everyone knew about your relationship when you were in high school, you were a power couple, lowkey but sweet. You never fail to capture almost everyone’s attention whenever you do the slightest things, hold each other’s bags, when you give him your food, when you share food, when you share a smile, most especially when you took every breath away at your first dance in prom. The relationship was private, but it shook everyone’s world. You kept things to the both of you, leaving people extremely curious about it.

The graduation was emotional, almost everyone was crying while they hugged their friends. And tears were flowing from your face, too, while Hanji and the others enveloped you into a group hug.

“I’m going to miss you all, oh my God.” They cried.

“There, there, it’s okay.” Erwin shushed them, earning a glare from your brunette friend.

“Shut up! You’re lucky you’d be going to the same university as Levi and Mike!”

You shook your head at them, spotting your boyfriend and walking towards where he is. A small smile formed on his lips upon seeing you approaching.

“Hey,” You smiled, kissing his cheek. Good thing, the lipstick you’ve used is waterproof.

“We made it, huh?” He kissed your forehead, and seldom are the times that he is willing to be affectionate in public. You closed your eyes for a while and caressed his cheek gently.

“We did,” You grinned, reaching out to his palm and intertwining your fingers together. “Hold my hand?”

He let out a light chuckle, and you swore, you fell in love a bit more. “Always.”

While you are the flowers of his spring.

♡

Just like how high school was, college flew by quickly. After years of being emotionally, physically, and mentally drained, you couldn’t believe how you managed to reach the last year of suffering. You wouldn’t lie, but the pressure and the amount of knowledge you’ve compressed into your brain made you doubt yourself. The path towards reality was extremely horrifying, and you felt like you couldn’t take it. You doubted your own capabilities to the point wherein you almost didn’t believe in yourself anymore.

It was the winter of senior year when Levi asked you one question that almost made your heart stop.

The snow fell from the empyrean that day, the heater felt useless because of the extreme cold that crept upon the spaces of your apartment. Your boyfriend was there while you burned your eyebrows trying to work on your final requirement.

You wouldn’t lie if you would say that the stress that had been introduced to the both of you didn’t put a space between him and you. Numerous quarrels have made you stronger, but this. . . it was as if you’re aware that you are drifting apart, and you weren’t doing anything about it, and fuck how it scared you. You wouldn’t lie if you were to say that the love wasn’t as warm as it used to, it wasn’t as fluttery as before, and you understood that it could be because of college. But the thought of letting go of the man that you love just because you are so damn scared of opening up teared your heart to pieces, and so you made your mind.

“C-can we talk?” You asked, approaching Levi who sat on your couch while scrolling through his phone. He nodded, standing up and following you to the dining table where all of your papers and laptop sat, while you shivered underneath the sweater that you stole from him.

“I have to tell you something,” Your hands gripped the hem of the sweater tight, while your boyfriend lean against the backrest of the chair.

“Yeah, me too.” The coldness of his voice added to the ice that formed because of the freezing weather. Was he this cold or were you not used to anymore?

“I-”

“Marry me.”

The ice struck your core like a billow enraged with fury and no mercy. You couldn’t speak nor react as your stared at him while time remained suspended in the frost. Your mind could not process his question, and confusion glazed your eyes while your heart pounded like crazy. The grip of your hand against the hem of the sweater weakened while you couldn’t believe what you just heard.

You thought he’s calling it off. You thought he was going to break up with you, you fucking thought you were done. But you are so taken aback that you can’t even talk. You sat frozen until seconds turned into minutes. You were sandwiched in the conundrum of stress, pressure, anxiety, and doubt.

“I see,” The words that left his mouth struck you in a different way as you watched his body walk out of your apartment. You wanted to scream, to punch yourself, to hurt yourself for not being able to function. You are trembling, but not because of the cold. A part of your soul shivered upon trying to understand what just happened.

“O-oh, my God.” You whispered, rushing outside without even bothering to put on more clothing. Winter’s kiss felt like a ghost on your skin as you sat in the middle of your snow-coated staircase, seeing how he had already gone.

Trepidation slowly crushed your heart as hot tears trickled from your eyes, down your face. Realization crept in the depths of your system as you understood that what caused you to be terrified never involved anything about the future, you’re not crying because he left, because whenever he does, he always comes back to you. What scared you the most, was how he felt before leaving. It felt like goodbye.

-----

The summer dress fitted your body perfectly, putting on a small smile while staring at yourself in the mirror. After some time, you finally finished getting ready. Pink stained your juicy lips, and you topped it off with a gloss. A spritz of perfume, earrings, mascara, everything felt like complete but deep inside, you knew that something was missing.

Your eyes darted on your neck, that is why, feeling nothing around your neck was weird, because you were so used to wearing the necklace that he gave you back when you were in high school. Sighing, you found yourself opening one of your drawers and taking out the necklace once again, you never threw it away, how could you? You just stopped wearing it. Cold and pretty, it sat on your skin. It never looked weary despite how old it was, because you took good care of it. You took good care of the presents Levi gave you.

Memories of how you broke down and how Hanji and Nanaba hugged you so tight while you sat in the middle of Levi’s empty apartment tore a piece of your heart once again. How you begged Erwin and Mike to help you with finding Levi, but they were clueless, too. It hurt so much, he left without a word, cut everything off, he was gone in the wind, and never in your life had you been so confused, so hurt, desperate for answers, desperate for chances.

Before thoughts of him could fill your mind, you forced yourself to think of something else. It has been six months since then, but you would be lying if you were to say that you don’t miss him. Because in reality, you fucking do.

A doorbell woke you out of your daze, “Coming!” You shouted, double-checking everything before heading out the door. Various thoughts filled your mind upon seeing the staircase that was once buried in deep, white, snow.

“Come in, girl!” Nanaba shouted from the backseat, and you smiled upon seeing their bright faces. In the front was Mike, and Moblit’s in the passenger seat, Hanji and Nanaba sat next to each other in the backseat, squishing you in a tight hug once you got in. You missed this so much, it has been so long. You never imagined that you could cherish a friendship like this, one that could last long. One that is worthwhile.

The garden is filled with various decorations inspired by the summer. Flowers of different kinds greeted your vision, every decoration turned the same, old, and boring venue into a decent one. You smiled at every familiar face you’ve encountered with, grinning awkwardly whenever they asked you about Levi, and your heart ache. You sought for answers, and they were never given to you.

“Where’s Erwin?” You were curious about the blonde man’s whereabouts, he’s probably busy with work. He immediately got into a company after graduating. You were in their graduation, and Levi wasn’t there. Thoughts of how you panicked that day filled your mind once again, how you cried to Erwin and Mike, telling them how you’ve ruined Levi’s life. But they were comforting, telling you how the man could have transferred when in the final semester in the last minute. Still, everything’s just a possibility, you didn’t know.

Hanji scrolled through their phone, “Probably late because he’s busy,” They answered, looking at you to check if you are okay. Their hand caressed the exposed skin of your shoulder, sending comforting warmth to fight against the cold of the night. “I’m sorry if everyone’s asking about. . .” They trailed off, and you smiled at them, assuring them that it is okay, even though it’s not. How the fuck will it be okay?

Nanaba hugged you from the side while you were sitting, you leaned your head against their shoulder, letting a few tears fall from your pretty eyes.

“I’m sorry, it’s just how they knew you. . .” She whispered, caressing your back, “You’re (Y/N) of Levi.” A bitter laugh escaped your mouth as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” You giggled, forcing the tears to stop. Mike handed you a glass of water that he fetched from the mobile bar, and you thanked him, carefully drinking from the cup. “Thank you, for being with me.”

“Always.”

Everyone had fun with games and such, the food was great, you had to go back to the buffet table two times, not minding your diet for the night. It was in the middle of the program when Erwin came, nodding at the men and hugging you girls.

“What did I miss?”

“Everything, dude. Where the fuck did you came from? Narnia?”

The spotlight is suddenly on Erwin, shocking the man who is currently eating the food Moblit got for him while he was gone, the Microphone person, Oluo, decided to interrogate Erwin, being the class valedictorian of your batch. People laughed when he was forced to take one shot of pure tequila before making a short speech first. You weren’t sure if Erwin was one of those who organized the event, but he did told you that he was added into a groupchat by a person from another section—you think Nile was the name.

Erwin was indeed, super late when you realized that it is time to for the most fun part of every prom you had in high school—the party portion. The man ate first before he joined your group’s rowdy-ass partying, you had fun as if you were back in your teenage years, except, you had unlimited alcohol this time. You’re pretty sure that either Hanji or Mike would come home late because those two doesn’t know the word limit.

Amidst the part where everyone’s being wild, from disco music to cheesy ones that you actually danced to when you were. . .

♡

A few couples filled the dancefloor, as others went to the mobile bar, ready to get drunk. It was one of your favorite love songs which played, as if it’s mocking you for not having your long-time partner. It’s mocking you for being single, fuck, you don’t even know if you are single or not.

Your boys formed a circle, they always do this every time a sweet song plays from the blasting speakers, mimicking a cotilion, but jumping to the part where everyone switches partners by forming a circle. You get partnered with Mike first, making funny faces to him like how you used to when you were young, and as he twirled you around, you found your self in the gentleman’s arms—Moblit, he told you how pretty you looked as he let you spin, passing you onto Erwin.

His eyes darted on the necklace on your neck, smiling upon the sight of the familiar jewelry, “You look beautiful tonight,” He told you, swaying you along the rhythm of the music. Your lips formed a slight smile, knowing that the reason of his stare is because of the necklace. “Don’t even think about teasing me, Erwin I swear I’ll punch-”

“Woah, easy there, I won’t do that to you.” He laughs at your glare, this man is probably drunk, you thought. While the two never knew their limits, Erwin’s a fucking weakling when it comes to alcohol. He twirled you around with so much force that you ended up not being catched by Mike and so you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the impact, but you didn’t fall.

Warm hands caught your frail body, whoever it was wrapped their hands around you, and between the the searing touches of this stranger, you felt yourself froze, feeling the familiarity of the unfamiliar touch. The clean, musk scent that had you enticed and whipped for years is recognized by your system.

There’s something about you now. . .

His warm hands embraced you like he used to while you get lost within the music that you first danced to.

I can’t quite figure out.

“I missed you.” He whispered, and you couldn’t open your eyes. You buried your faces within his chest, and how you also fucking missed it.

While various emotions filled your core, the tears that failed to escape your eyes before the party started, found their way back into your tear ducts. You didn’t know what to feel, how to feel, what to think, you are once again clueless while you let yourself drown within his touch.

Everything she does is beautiful.

But one thing is for sure.

Everything she does is right.

You are glad that he’s back.

He is the chill that makes you shiver when autumn comes by.

“F-fuck you. . .” You cried, sobbing onto his shirt and gripping onto the fabric. Levi’s hands caressed your back, pressing you closer, harder onto his chest. Fury crept upon every crevice of your heart, but you can’t let him go, you’re scared to let him go.

The love that you have for this man is so tremendous, that you can’t stand to hate him. Slowly, you felt yourself being pulled away from the crowd of dancing couples, distance made the music sound so soft, and the only sound that blasted you to bits was the sound of your heart beats with his.

“I hate you, I fucking hate you, how dare you—how fucking dare you!” Your fists came in contact with his hard chest, the feelings you have kept to yourself for six fucking months blasted like a waterfall. The force was too much, and you let yourself get carried out. Just this once.

His soft eyes never left your tipsy state, you were perfect. Still perfect.

Levi gladly took every punch you threw, every curse you spat, every slap you gave, because nothing could ever deny the fact that he deserved it. He was so fucking dumb, as Erwin and Mike told him.

“Leaving after proposing? Are you a sick fuck? Who does that?”

He received words from his friends after knowing what happened between the both of you. Curses, advices from Erwin, words from Hanji, the disapproval of Moblit, Mike’s punches, Nanaba’s disbelief.

“How d-dare you leave me! Y-you told me you won’t leave me. Fuck you, I-I love you. . .why did you leave me. . . Y-you know that I hate it when you leave me.” You sobbed, not knowing if you should continue hurting him or if you should go and hug him.

Levi’s lips pressed softly against your forehead, holding you tight, under the unforgiving solstice of the night.

“I almost failed my major. . .” He whispers, hugging the vulnerable you, while he buried half of his face onto the crook of your neck. And fuck, how he had missed this, how he fucking missed everything about you. “I never told you, because I know how anxious you were. . . I don’t want to become a burden.”

Your breathing was unsteady as you choked on words you could never say because of what he just said, your grip on his shirt tightened as you felt more tears streaming down your pretty face.

“I felt us drifting apart. . .and fuck, it scared me, (Y/N),” He paused, breathing deeply and running his fingers through your hair. “And when you asked if we could talk, I thought you wanted us done. So I asked you to marry me.”

His warm hands found their way to caress your tear-soaked face as he brought his face closer to yours, staring deeply into your eyes. “And I really wanted to marry you, baby. Fuck, I even had the shitty ring with me that time. . .” He gulped, biting his lip upon seeing the pain in your eyes. He could feel how fast your heart beats, he could feel the ache you’ve gone through for six months. “But I freaked out, And I really thought I. . . I already lost you.” He closed his eyes, he couldn’t bare seeing you cry because of him again.

“Erwin told me that I don’t deserve you, and I realized that really fucking don’t.” The cold wind kissed your skin, contrasting the heat that his body radiates. Steel grey eyes you have fell in love with years ago and until now darted on the silver necklace that sat pretty on your skin, and how it made his heart pound faster that it does. “But I am in love with you. . . The six fucking months, I’ve spent all of it trying to make myself a better man for you.”

His eyes, the gloss that reflected the beauty of the moon stared into yours once again. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the way his eyes look more pretty whenever you stare at him, because it has been a while since he last saw you.

“And whatever decision you are going to make, I will accept.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss on your tear-stained face once again. “I am in love with you.” A small smile formed on his lips, as if he was already assuming that you’d leave him, and you hated that smile, you hated everything.

As if you fucking could.

“Marry me.” You muttered.

Gone was the fragility that dwelled upon your starry eyes, every doubt, every question, every ounce of fear that once settled deep inside your heart vanished along every meteor that crashed into the abyss of nothingness. Gone was the hate, gone was everything else except for the both of you.

‘Cause it’s you and me, and all of the people, and I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.

He nodded at you, speechless upon your sudden question. And he knew that this is right, he is sure. He is sure of you.

“I’m sorry.” His kisses sent butterflies and made you grew flowers on every inch of your body as he carefully slipped a ring on your ring finger. “I will make it up to you.” His words are coated with finality, and your heavy-lidded eyes felt warm once again, his slender fingers wiped the corner of your eyes before the tears could stain your face once more.

“D-don’t you leave me again.” You choked, admiring the ring that he got you. It fitted perfectly on your finger, just like how your hand fits perfectly with his.

“I’ll stay with you, always.”

“I never stopped loving you, Levi.” Your soft voice was melody to his ears, as the summer night reminded you both of how everything started. How you first met, how you first held hands, how you slowly fell in love, how you first made love, how you both thanked the cosmos for leading you to each other’s arms.

“I’ll never not love you.”

And you will always be the warmth that completes his every summer.

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𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 8

pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings:「dotae x reader, polyamorous relationship, smut (unprotected sex, swimming pool sex, fingering, blowjob m. and f receiving, daddy kink?? ) alcohol consumption, language 」

word count: 「 4,5k 」

You don't tell Taeyong and Doyoung the incident in your office, and when you’re back home they can tell something is off with you. They don’t push since they know you wont talk and you appreciate they drop it.

As you lie between the two men, Doyoung rests a hand on your right thigh and squeezes it a little. You sigh. Somehow he knows it's something to do with Jackson and wants you to know he's there for you when you need him. Taeyong kisses your left shoulder and turns off the bedside lamp.

“What are you guys doing this weekend?” You suddenly ask.

“Nothing,” Doyoung replies.

“Why?” Taeyong looks at you.

“Let’s go to Busan,” you propose.

“You hate the beach,” Taeyong cocks an eyebrow at you.

You giggle. “I know, but I wanna go.”

“Then we can leave on Saturday morning,” Doyoung kisses your temple.

You smirk. “We’re gonna make so much love.”

“Why can’t we start right now?” Taeyong grabs you by the waist.

“Because I have a meeting tomorrow and you two wont let me sleep,” you place a hand on his chest and push him away.

Doyoung chuckles. “You’re right.”

“Save that energy for the weekend,” you wink at them. “Now turn off the rest of the lights. I’m sleepy.”

Doyoung turns off the lights and kisses your lips. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, my loves.” You smile.

(...)

You find yourself sitting on the beach together, staring out at the water. It's beginning to get dark, the sky clung with a blue color and the stars start to shimmer to make themselves known. But you are not willing to go back inside just yet. You want to enjoy this moment as much as possible, breathe in that salty, sweet air for as long as you can.

You feel a warm blanket cover your shoulders and you smile. Taeyong sits next to you and rests his hand on yours. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You nod, still focused on the water. "How cold do you think the water is?"

Taeyong shrugs. "It's 15 degrees, want to find out?"

"No," you scoff. "I either would get hypothermia or drown."

Taeyong chuckles. "Right, I forgot you don't know how to swim."

"Hey," you slightly push him. "I do know how to swim, I'm just afraid of staying under the water for too long."

"Then why did you want to come to the beach?" Taeyong inquires.

You sigh and rub your cheek. "I just wanted to get away."

"From who?" Taeyong stares at you. "Jackson?"

You shyly nod. Taeyong clenches his jaw and inhales deeply. "Did he do something to you?"

"He... went to my office," you murmur. "And he kissed me."

"He fucking what?" Taeyong glances at you. "I'm gonna kill him."

Taeyong stands up and you grab his hand. "Don't tell Doyoung, please." You beg.

"Why not?" Taeyong frowns.

"You know how upset he'll get," you knit your eyebrows together. "I'm scared he will lose control and do something."

"That motherfucker deserves someone to give him a lesson," Taeyong groans.

You stand in front of him. "I have a plan, but please don't tell Doyoung. Taeyong, please."

Taeyong sighs and nods. "But if he does something again, I will smash his face.”

“Hey you two!” Doyoung calls you, coming out to the porch. “Dinner’s ready.”

Taeyong and you eye each other and Doyoung frowns. “What?”

Taeyong shakes his head. “We were just discussing if we might die due food poisoning.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “You know you won't. Come on, I’m hungry.”

In the room there is a table just big enough for the three of you, with nice plates and cutlery. In the center of the table there is a bottle of red wine: your favorite.

Taeyong whistles. "Nice, are we celebrating something?"

"No," Doyoung shrugs. "Just felt like doing this."

“It smells really good in here.” You muse. “And not like you set the kitchen on fire like the last time you tried cooking by yourself.”

“That was one time!” Doyoung defends himself from your teasing with equal playfulness, “I had no idea what I was doing.”

“I’ve taught you well, then.” Taeyong muses softly, placing a kiss on Doyoung's cheek.

“I taught you everything you know Taeyong," you squint your eyes at him and both men laugh softly.

“Come on, let’s sit down and eat then." Doyoung says.

“That was really good, babe,” you compliment after the meal; the three of you taking your time with the meal with soft conversation till it was finished.

“It was so good, honey. Thank you.” Taeyong adds, smiling softly.

Doyoung nods smirking. "I wanted to be good to my loves, that’s all.”

You clean the table and continue to sit together after, your hands meeting on the table, each holding another’s hand. Doyoung decides to open another bottle of wine.

"You're already drunk, y/n," Taeyong mocks, looking at you.

Doyoung slightly pinches your red cheeks and smiles. You groan. "I am not. I'm just hot."

"Hot? It's 17 degrees outside, love," Doyoung smiles softly.

"H-hormones," you slur.

"Then we should help those hormones," Doyoung takes the glass off your hand and places it on the table.

You smile and stretch out your arms for Doyoung to take you in his arms. "Bed."

"Are we fucking?" Taeyong has a sip of wine. "Because I'm horny."

"You always get horny when you're drunk," you laugh.

"It's not my fault you two are hot!" Taeyong glances at you. "And you promised us a steamy weekend so..."

Doyoung chuckles. "Let's keep this conversation in the bedroom."

Doyoung's fingers find their way up to your dress and are tracing circles on your inner left thigh. His hand keeps itching farther and farther up your thigh until his fingertip barely brushes your covered clit. You double over and release a soft squeak, looking at him, who is possessing a smug smirk at your flustered state. "I barely touch you and you get like this, love."

You lean back and pull him to a wild and passionate kiss. Doyoung takes the back of your neck and as he pulls away, he bites your lip pulling it. "Put on a show for me."

"Huh?" You knit your eyebrows together.

"Play for me," Doyoung orders, as he sits in front of you.

You nip at your lip and Taeyong sits next you, you quickly place yourself on his lap, purposefully grinding against his already hard member. You take Taeyong by his shirt and forcefully shove your lips against his. You roll your hips on Taeyong's covered dick and hear the guttural grunt spill from his lips as you shove your tongue into his mouth.

You feel Taeyong's hand fumble with the zipper on your dress before he finally pulls it down and pushes the straps of your beach dress on your shoulders. You pull away from him and stand, fully unzipping your dress and letting it pool on the floor around your feet. You step out of it and turn to them, clad in matching white lingerie.

"It's beautiful but I'd rather it be off." Doyoung winks.

Taeyong stands from the bed and stands behind you and trails his fingers across your skin, tracing the curve of your breast with his right hand while he holds you to him with his left. He fingertips barely brush against you as he rubs gentle circles on your clit. You moan softly and arche into his touch, needing more.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?"

You nod and shift against him, searching for friction.

"Answer me, doll"

"Yes, Taeyong." Your skin prickles as he traces his fingers up and down your sides. You whine and he tskes softly.

"Uh, uh, uh. That would be 'Daddy' to you, love" Doyoung cocks an eyebrow to you.

Taeyong gently tugs your earlobe between his teeth and you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He begins kissing down your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly and biting down gently, leaving a love bite. He licks and kisses the bite to relieve you of any pain before pulling away. He looks at Doyoung who has already unfastened his belt.

Taeyong begins taking off the top part of your and seconds later, you are free of clothing and smile at the sight of your naked body

Taeyong pushes you onto your back against the bed and spreads your pussy lips, playing with your slick with his fingers first, and gently rubbing circles across your clit before sliding his middle finger into you. He rubs circles with his thumb and pumps in and out of you with his middle finger.

"Oh fuck..." You can already feel your orgasm approaching and you bite your. If there's something Doyoung and Taeyong will always ace is fingering.

"You gonna cum, doll?" Taeyong adds his ring finger and begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace.

You moan loudly and writhe underneath him arching your back into his touch. "Y-yes, Daddy."

He pulls his fingers from you and you whimper softly. "Not yet, doll. It's Doyoung's turn." He winks and pushes his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them a few times before pulling his fingers away. He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off with a smirk as Doyoung nears you.

Doyoung unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, leaving him in just his boxers. "On your hands and knees, love." You obey and see Doyoung pulling his boxers off in your peripheral vision. "You're gonna give Taeyong head while I fuck you, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you, love?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Taeyong sits on the bed and leans against the headboard in front of you, manspreading. You lick your lips. You can't see Doyoung but you know how hard he is.

You wrap your lips around Taeyong's tip and swirl your tongue around him as Doyoung positions himself behind you. He gently pushes into. He groans. He picks up the pace and you moan deeply against Taeyong's member. The momentum from Doyoung fucking you assisted you in giving Taeyong a blowjob, and you can tell by the way Taeyong throbs in your mouth that he is about to cum.

You keep moaning, knowing it would push Taeyong closer and closer to the edge, until you feel his hot cum running down your throat. You swallow everything he gives you with a smirk before pulling away with a pop and focus your attention on Doyoung fucking you..

"Shit, love. You're so tight."

You whine when Doyoung picks up the pace and dug your fingernails into the sheets. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You feel Doyoung shift and smile when he kisses the small of my back. "Cum, my love."

That is all you need to let go. You scream and see only white as pleasure washes through you, ecstasy showering me as you lean your head down and squeeze your eyes shut. When it is over, you collapse onto the bed. Doyoung comes at the same time as you and finishes just as you collapse. He grabs a nearby blanket and covers you with it. “Take a few minutes, love. I want you to ride Taeyong.”

You nod and smile at him. “You two will leave me sore?”

“When we don't,” he gives you a peck on the nose.

“You know I’m not a big fan of teeth but tonight you totally aced it,” Taeyong spank your ass.

You chuckle. “Let’s see what Doyoung thinks.”

“Oh baby, my dick is all yours.”

The next morning, you are lying in the yard sunbathing, while Taeyong and Doyoung are in the pool. You refuse to get in the pool although the water is warm. Taeyong leaves the pool, heading towards the bar to prepare some drinks and Doyoung approaches the edge of the pool, placing his arms on it. "You won't get in?"

"No," you say, eyes closed. "I'm more comfortable here than I am wet."

"That's not what you say," he smiles sideways.

You laugh. "That's different, you perv."

You hear Doyoung get out of the pool and suddenly the sun clouds over and drops of water fall on you. You frown and open your eyes to find Doyoung grinning mischievously. You know what will happen next.

"Don't even think about it," you warn Doyoung.

Doyoung ignores you and takes you in his arms. You whimper and the next thing that happens is Doyoung jumping in the pool with you.

“Doyoung!” You groan, hitting him lightly in the chest . “I hate you.”

Doyoung laughs and wraps his hands around your waist. “You love me.”

“Not right now,” you place your hands on his chest and he smiles looking at you.

“Let’s go skinny dipping,” Doyoung squeezes his grip around your waist.

“Okay,” you smile.

In a matter of seconds, Doyoung and you are out of your bathing suits. He pulls you close to him again, places a soft kiss on your cheek and his hands go down to your ass, squeezing it. You chuckle. "You always do that."

"I love your ass," Doyoung bites his lip.

You kiss him and nip at his lip, pulling it. “We have never fucked in a swimming pool, right?”

He shakes his head. “Wanna do it?”

“Hell yes,” you say, grinning.

You rest your chin on his shoulder, “You got a nice chub going on there bro” you say as you look down at him.

Doyoung burst out laughing. "Yeah, thanks love."

"I love it, especially when it's in my mouth," you smirk.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"Maybe," you shrug, tugging him closer.

You have your back pressed against the edge of the pool, your arms hooked around Doyoung's neck. His hands alternate between holding your face and gripping your hip. Doyoung kisses you as if his life depends on it.

He extracts himself from the kiss to say, "well it's working."

"I can feel it," you say, staring at his lips.

"I'm that easy."

Doyoung hefts you, which is easier in the water, and lets your legs wrap around his waist naturally. You are nose to nose now, looking into each other's eyes.

"I love you." You say.

With that, Doyoung is kissing you again, all sinful tongue and gentle, caressing lips.

His hands venture up your sides and he pushes his hardened cock against you, and you can't help but whimper at the sensation.

Doyoung moves his mouth to your neck, licking, nipping, and full on biting, creating an interesting pattern of bruises on the skin there.

"Ah, shit," you whisper after a minute. "I'd better be able to cover that up tomorrow."

Doyoung chuckles slowly. "Probably not."

"I hate you."

"Your pussy says otherwise." To emphasize his point, he thrust his hips gently against yours. He gets a small moan in return.

"Asshole," You say.

"Mmhmm." Doyoung's voice is playfully disinterested. Another thrust. "So you don't want it in?"

"I'll break up with you if you don't put it in," you warn.

Doyoung laughs and returns to your neck, but instead of staying in one particular spot, he trails his kisses down your chest. He stops to suck a hardened nipple. You arch into the sensation, back curving slightly. Doyoung switches after a few teasing nips, his tongue swirling around the aroused flesh.

Your small mewling sounds encourage him. God, you can make a porn star jealous, your sounds are so sweet and authentic. It's music to Doyoung's ears and riles him up even more, if that is even possible.

He reluctantly pulls away from your now-soaking wet nipple to breathe in your ear, "let's make this easier. Turn around, love."

The huskiness in Doyoung's voice sends electricity shooting up and down your spine. Every word further turns your brain into mush. You can have come right then and there.

You oblige, unhooking your legs from around his waist. You let your feet touch the bottom of the pool before you turn and brace yourself against the concrete edge.

You feel Doyoung's sweet breath on your shoulder as he continues his mission of giving you as many hickies as possible. His hands travel all over your body, tracing lightly over your moles and marks, and always returning to your ass, where he squeezes each cheek appreciatively.

You hum in contentment, your eyes slipping closed. "What's taking you so long?" you practically purr. You turn to look at Doyoung over your shoulders and wiggle your hips at him. "Come on, bro. Fuck me."

Doyoung groans quietly. "Be patient, bro" he says, voice hoarse.

"Admiring the view?"

Doyoung swallows. "Something like that."

You just "Hmm" and wiggle your ass at him again. "Well, hurry up."

Doyoung growls slowly into your ear and roughly turns his head to the side to kiss you passionately.

You are so focused on the kiss that you don't notice that Doyoung has slyly slide his hands down your back, moving one cheek to the side for access to your hole.

You break away from the kiss and gasp as one of Doyoung's fingers slides right on in. Yes.

Your hips move on their own, in time with the gentle in and out of Doyoung's index finger. You clench the side of the pool, feeling your body heat up.

"Feels nice?" Doyoung whispers when you clench around his second finger.

This time, Doyoung adds a curl to his fingers.

"Fuuuuck."

Doyoung moves his fingers inside of you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. He bites your right shoulder. A wave upon wave of ecstasy crashing over your body. Shit. Doyoung is so good with his fingers. You can never get enough.

"Ah, shit I- fuck me," you say, your climax drawing nearer.

"What was that? I can't hear you. Louder, y/n."

"Doyoung... I want more. Shit, just fuck me," you exclaim.

Doyoung takes no time adding a third finger, your moans getting louder.

You whine. "Fuck me," you pant. "Come on, fuck me."

Doyoung slides his fingers out and grabs his cock and guides himself into your needy hole. He grounds in, inch by inch, and he and you groan at the same time.

Doyoung slowly pulls out halfway and pushes back in. "Fuck," you moan. "That felt so nice.

Doyoung repeats the action and peppers kisses on the side of your face. He captures your lips on a kiss. Your tongues clash for a while before you murmur against his lips, "faster."

Doyoung bends down to suckle a spot on your neck before he steadily begins pumping his hips faster, enjoying the gentle lapping of the water as he moves. His thrusts are slow but rough, drawing it out.

You moan, you mewl, you whimper. And Doyoung loves hearing your melodies.

Doyoung's mouth is busy sucking purple and red bruises into your neck and shoulders, one hand rests on your hip to steady you while the other has slid upwards to play with an erect nipple. You moan quite loudly.

"Yes... oh fuck, yes right here."

That last moan does it for Doyoung. "Fuck, yes, Doyoung," you breathe, and his hips moves faster against yours.

"Fucking hell, keep making those noises for me love, yes."

Doyoung is driving you insane. Your head is hazy with building ecstasy. If it wasn't for the water, you would have probably combust into flames. You have to bite your lip to keep from babbling nonsense.

Your orgasm is rapidly approaching when you notice something odd.

"Doyoung, wait - mn - hold on, wait."

Doyoung slows, placing a kiss just under your ear. "What's wrong?"

"I keep floating." Your voice holds barely controlled amusement. "My feet can't stay on the ground so my legs keep going up."

Doyoung hums. "That is a problem," he murmurs. His voice is still silky smooth and sends a shiver down your spine. "Here. Turn around, I have an idea."

Doyoung slides out of you and lets you turn around, your back against the edge of the pool.

Doyoung looks absolutely gorgeous. His pupils are blown to all hell. A rosy red flush has settled onto his cheeks, his lips kiss-swollen.

Gorgeous.

Doyoung hurriedly reaches further under the water to hook the underside of your knees in the crook of his elbows. God, he loves that you are so flexible and you can fuck in this position - your legs up and out, just enough that if he turns his head slightly he could see your toes curl.

For balance you rest your hands on each of his shoulders, staring into his hooded eyes.

"Better?"

"Better."

Doyoung once again guides himself into your entrance, your hands tightens on his shoulders, his eyes slipping shut as your lips parted.

"Mmm," Doyoung murmurs, thoroughly enjoying the look on your face.

Doyoung starts moving, hips thrusting shallowly and slowly until he works his way back to his previous rhythm, languid and deep. The water makes waves and laps around you. Your head is thrown back, your moans going soft and sensual. Doyoung drops your right leg, letting it wrap around his waist, and manages to get a hand in between you both, rubbing your clit under the water.

You gasp in surprise at the added stimulation. "Ah fuck"

"Yes," Doyoung hisses, his own pleasure spiking at your delicious sounds.

He feels your walls clenching around his cock and his panting escalating. "Open your eyes, y/n. I want to see your eyes."

His eyes meet yours. Doyoung moves forward for a kiss when you reach your climax. You cry out, your back arches, your toes curls.

"Fuck, " you keen, your fingernails digging into his skin.

"y/n," Doyoung moans and spills into you, his body wracks with uncontrollable tremors. He holds you close, your arms wrapped around each other.

Finally dropping back down from their climax, Doyoung places a lingering kiss on your lips and then rests his head on your shoulder.

"Just for the record," your murmur dazedly, "we're never doing this in the pool again."

"Mm. Fine with me," Doyoung says and smiles lazily. "So, the hot tub?"

"I'll think about it."

That means yes.

"You know," Taeyong says, coming out to the yard. "Fucking without inviting me it's rude."

You and Doyoung turn your heads to Taeyong. You chuckle. "It was a one free trial, and Doyoung took it first." You say.

Taeyong laughs. "But are we still up for tonight"?

"Yes," you wink at him.

"What's up for tonight?" Doyoung frowns.

"Involves ice and tying you to the bed," Taeyong sits on the edge of the pool.

Doyoung smiles mischievously. "Ah. I guess I'm free tonight."

"Bet you are," you grin.

(...)

Two weeks later, you get a call from Jaehyun and he is hysterical crying. You don't understand why, so you leave your office and almost run to his house. You find Johnny sitting next to him, rubbing his back.

"What happened?" You ask, approaching them.

Johnny has lips pressed and shakes his head. You knit your eyebrows together. "Guys?"

"My daughter!" Jaehyun cries.

You gulp and lean in front of him. "Jaehyun? What happened?"

"She is coming tomorrow and I still don't know how to change a fucking diaper!" Jaehyun covers his face.

And that's when Johnny burst out laughing. You groan and hit Jaehyun on his right arm. "Don't do that! You scared me, idiot!"

"I'm sorry!" Jaehyun exclaims. "And you asshole stop laughing at me!" He turns to Johnny.

"I am sorry, sweetie, but I can't help it," Johnny chuckles. "You're being so extra right now."

Jaehyun growls and stands up. "Sorry for just wanting the best for her!"

You sigh. "Jaehyun, it's okay. Calm down, alright? Let's practice. She'll be okay."

Jaehyun rubs his eyes and sighs. "I just don't want to disappoint her."

"She is a baby, Jaehyun," you place your hands on his shoulders. "Besides, it's not that hard. Come on, I'll teach you."

"Yes, sweetie," Johnny stands next to him. "We still have 24 hours before the judge changes her mind."

"Ah shut up!" Jaehyun slightly pushes Johnny. "I want a divorce."

"And that would be the 20th time you say that today," Johnny hums.

"You're unbearable," Jaehyun snorts.

"Okay, first things first," you say. "You need to wash your hands and gather the supplies. Make sure you have everything you need in arm's reach."

Jaehyun nods and looks at the fake baby in front of him. "What's next?" He asks.

"Lay the baby down and place them on their back on the changing surface," you explain. "Unfasten the diaper tabs and raise the baby's bottom off of the diaper by gently grabbing their ankles and lifting. If there is a lot of poop present, you can use the upper half of the diaper to gently sweep it toward the lower half of the diaper."

You keep on explaining to them how to successfully change a diaper and when you're done, Jaehyun sighs. "Okay, I don't feel 100% sure but at least I don't feel completely useless."

You chuckle. "Thank you, y/n."

"No problem," you shrug.

"Where did you learn to change diapers?" Johnny inquires. "Do you have a hidden kid we don't know off?"

You laugh. "My brother is 12 years younger than me, I spent some time changing his diapers."

"We appreciate it. Thank you, y/n," Johnny smiles.

"As I said, no problem," you smile. "So, can I come tomorrow? I wanna see her."

"Of course you can!" Jaehyun beams. "They'll bring her around 4 pm, and you are more than welcome."

You clap your hands together and grin. "I'm gonna go shopping right now."

Johnny laughs. "Just don't go crazy, Jaehyun has bought so many things already."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes. "Don't listen to him. He is boring."

"I will try to keep it together," you nod.

You walk to the table where your handbag is and for a second, you see it's too far from you. Your vision is blurred for a moment and you try to hold from the edge of the table, but you stagger and if it weren't for Johnny, you would have fallen to your knees on the floor.

You blink a few times and shake your head. "What was that?" Johnny grabs your arm slightly.

"I think I'm dizzy," you reply.

"Dizzy?" Jaehyun glances at you.

"What?" You glance at him back. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Dizziness?" Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at you.

You frown and wide your eyes when you realize what he's trying to say.

No way.

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topazy · 3 years

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The Fierce And Broken

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You stepped back and stared at Raven speechless, even in the darkness you could tell she was blushing. Did she regret kissing you? You hoped not.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I shouldn’t have done that. Now I’ve made things weird between us-”

Now it was your turn to cut her off. You pressed your lips against hers, she kissed you back and you remained like that until you pulled away to catch your breath.

“Um...I suppose we should go to bed,” Raven said in a soft chuckle.

“Yeah it’s late, and I imagine you need to rest that brain of yours.”

Raven flopped down onto the bed, “you have no idea.”

—

Tracking a person down in a small camp was surprisingly hard. You were about to give up when you heard Abby’s voice. “And where's Marcus now? Imprisoned still? You're just going to leave him there? Like the kids in Mount Weather? If we run, who's going to rescue them?”

“You weren’t there, Abby. I saw them. Warriors trained since childhood to fight and die for their cause. As we speak, they are marching on this camp. And trust me when I tell you, the right choice is to live, so that we can come back and fight another day.”

“Inspirational words from a man who sent children to their deaths,” you ignored the look on Jaha’s face and looked directly at Abby. “Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to tell you I’m accepting your offer. I’ll train with you.”

A smile spread across the doctors face, “good. I’m so glad you are taking this opportunity, your father would be so proud.”

You frowned at her comment and left the room not interested in the deceit of it all. None of the adults who came from the ark cared about anybody else expect from themselves or their children, you could understand that but not the acting like one happy family.

—

“Hey,” you whispered entering the tent.

Raven let out a groan before sitting up, “what time is it?”

“Early, very early.” You crawled onto the bed and laid down face first. “Nothing new has happened since last night.”

“Can I ask you something?” Raven sounded nervous. You turned to face her and nodded. “Last night...that kiss... I didn’t weird you out did I?”

“No, that’s why I kissed you back.”

She smiled at your comment. You knew it must be hard for Raven to try and avoid any awkwardness around the situation. “Good, because I was afraid you wouldn’t have kissed me back.” Her confession took you by surprise. “I think you are amazing Alba, I really do-” she paused for a moment trying to find the right words. “Me and Finn are over, but a part of me is still hurting and I don’t want to use you as a rebound. I’ve already made that mistake with Bellamy and you are to import for me to risk it.”

“I’m happy being friends if you are?” Truthfully you were a little disappointed, but you admired her honesty.

The brunette let out a frustrated sigh, “I do want to be more with you Al but-I’m scared to rush things in case I get hurt again, or even worse I hurt you.”

“Did you just ask me to go steady with you Reyes?”

“I did,” she laughed before leaning back next you on the bed. “So what do you say?”

You linked your fingers with hers, “I suppose so.”

Raven shoved you playfully. You filled her in on the conversation you overheard between Abby and Jaha. She still couldn’t believe that you confronted Abby on behalf of her. Your unusual moment of calmness was interrupted by Clarke barging into the tent, the blonde was in her usual frustrated state and was oblivious to you and Raven holding hands. “Y/N we have a meeting with the commander right now.”

You sat up fast, “we?”

“The commander won’t listen to me on my own, you still have the bruising from what the mountain men did.”

Rolling your eyes you stood up with a groan. “Yeah, I can show them it as proof I get it. Can you give me a minute?” Clarke stared at you blankly. “Jesus Griffin, I’m wanting to change okay.”

“Fine, but we need to leave in a couple of minutes.”

Quickly you changed your top into a more appropriate one. Running in a thin vest top wasn’t a good idea. Once your jacket was on you made sure to have Anya’s hair in your pocket. “You don’t need to go, If you don't want to.”

You gave Raven a sad smile before making sure not to forget anything important. “If there’s a chance to get our people back I need to try,” you squeezed her hand. “Stay safe Reyes, I’ll be back soon.”

—

“If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I will slit your throat.”

You gulped down at Gustus’s threat. You fully believed he would kill you and Clarke without a second thought. Another grounder stepped forward and introduced the commander.

“You're the one who burned three hundred of my warriors alive,” the commander's words were laced with venom as she spoke.

Clarke stepped forward, “you're the one who sent them there to kill us.”

“Do you have an answer for me, Clarke of the sky people?”

Answer? You frowned at the blonde standing next you. She has failed to mention any kind of deal, or questions had been discussed prior to this meeting. Clarke had an answer for her, “I’ve come to make you and offer.”

The commander's expression remained the same and emotionless, Clarke had really pissed her off. “This is not a negotiation.”

Another grounder spoke to the commander in trig. You didn’t know many words but you did pick up on ‘kill her’, You looked at Clarke confused. Was she trying to get you both killed?

“I can help you beat the mountain men.”

“Go on.”

As the commander spoke you noticed the other grounder eyeing you suspiciously. “Hundreds of your people are trapped inside mount weather, kept in cages. Their blood is used as medicine.”

“How do you know this?” The commander wasn’t believing her story.

“Because I saw them,” she stepped closer again. “My people are prisoners, too. I was one of them. We both were.”

“Lies!” The angry grounder stepped forward. “No one escapes the mountain.”

“We did. With Anya. We fought our way out together.”

“Another lie. Anya died in the fire. You killed her!”

“She’s not lying,” you said. “The mountain men are taking blood and bone marrow from both our people.”

The commander still looked unconvinced. Sighing you pulled your jeans down low enough to reveal your large bruise that has still yet to heal. “They took my bone marrow. I found Clarke inside mount weather, and while trying to escape we found Anya. We only had time to save her, but I intend on keeping my promise to return and free the others.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out the braid of hair. “Anya told me you were her second, I’m sure she’d want you to have this.”

“We don’t even know it’s hers”

“Anya was my mentor before I was called to lead my people,” the commander turned to face you and Clarke. “Did she die well?”

“Yes. By my side, trying to get a message to you.”

You couldn’t decide if Clarke’s memory of what happened was fuzzy, or if she was a really good liar. The commander held her hand up to Indra, “what message?”

“The only way to save both our people is if we join together.”

“Those who are about to die will say anything,” Indra spat. “The one you call Alba doesn’t seem conceived by Clarke of the sky people.”

Oh shit. Suddenly all eyes were on you. “Anya called me Heda gon bàsmhorachd, and heda gon mathanas and said one is a gift and the other is a weakness. “

The commander glanced from you to Clarke, “I’m still waiting for an offer.”

“The mountain men are turning your people into reapers. I can turn them back.”

Indra began ranting and yelling in trig.

“I’ve done it with Lincoln.”

You glared at Clarke as she said his name. Lincoln had always been good to your people. He’d saved Octavia, you, and Finn multiple times. Last time he tried to make peace it cost him his own people and Clarke had just given his location away.

—

Soon as you arrived back at camp Jackson said he needed your help. You excused yourself much to the dismay of Indra but the commander didn’t seem to care. After countless attempts of bringing the patient's temperature down Jackson eventually managed. He explained with such little resources it was becoming harder to help people.

“Hey doctor.” Turning to face the doorway you smiled seeing Raven gave you a confused look. “What are you doing?”

“We are short of blood so I’m doing what I can to help,” you shrugged. It was also a good reason to avoid any grounders that where still in camp. The interaction from before had left a sour taste in your mouth, although a part of that was because of Clarke.

“We should start calling you saint Alba,” Raven leaned against an empty table. “How did it go?”

“Truthfully I have no idea, Clarke told them she can turn reapers back into normal people.”

“Can she?”

“I’ve no idea you,” you pouted. “She’s not one for sharing what’s going on. I was completely blind sighted by some things that were said. I guess we can’t do anything but wait and see.”

“Do you trust them?”

You thought about it before answering, the grounders had no reason to trust the ‘sky people’ so they probably didn’t. “I think they will still have a ace up their sleeves. How did your day go?”

Raven shrugged, “still no change.”

Jackson entered the room just as the bag had filled with enough blood. He thanked you and removed the needle from your arm. Technically it wasn’t a good idea for you to be given blood after everything your body had been through recently but it was desperate times. You stumbled slightly when you stood up but Raven caught hold of you. “Al? You should sit back down.”

You gave her a lopsided grin, before gently kissing her. Raven smiled into the kiss before leaning back, “if you need anymore blood I can always donate.”

“Glad to hear, I’ll be back in a moment.”

You shared a look with Raven, “is he everywhere?”

Shaking your head you got out of the chair and let Raven sit in it. “I’m going to get changed, do you want anything from the tent?” Raven shook her head. “I’ll see you soon Reyes.”

—

Lifting up a cleanish top you changed into, and threw the previous one that was now covered in your blood to the side along with the rest of your dirty clothes. You had accidentally pulled the needle out when Jackson first put it in resulting a good top being stained.

You stepped out of the tent and saw Clarke walking back from the gates, she noticed you and walked over. “We saved Lincoln.”

“That’s great,” you were glad to hear Lincoln hadn’t died. He deserved better than to die as a reaper.

“Commander Lexa-”

“I need to stop you there Clarke,” you pointed towards the gates the grounders had just left though. “I’m not interested in any of that.”

“Your not interested in saving our people?”

The accusation that you didn’t care about your people after everything you’d been through together stung. “No, I want to save our people and the grounders who have been taken. But I don’t trust Lexa.”

“She is our best chance of helping.”

“Is she?” You saw the furious look on her face. “I’m just saying we don’t know enough about them, and she’s not going to just give us a alliance we will need to work for it.” Clarke’s silence confirmed your fear. “What has the commander offered you?”

“She will fight with us to get all of our people back.”

“What does she want in return?”

“Finn.”

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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“you’re cute when you don’t talk”

pairing: atsumu miya x female reader

cw: fluff, slight spoilers

word count: 2000+

a/n: hi guys, i’ve been reading some mangas and i’m currently reading bj alex and i swear the amount of conflicting feelings i have is unreal, as usual requests are open and questions for me are open just to get to know me

summary: in which you come and see a msby black jackal game and you catch atsumu's eyes on you, at there post match dinner you find out what atsumu really wants from you

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The stadiums cool breeze, the smell of fresh food and drinks, the sound of spikes hitting the floor. And you, yes you, had caught the eyes of a man who happened to be on centre court, setting for the division one MSBY Black Jackal.

A few days prior, you had met up with your childhood friend Bokuto, his hair lacked the spikes either he was lazy, or he had just gone to the gym. “Please come to the game y/n.”

He had been trying to persuade you for the past 30 minutes and with your finger against the rim of your drink cup, you had been shaking your head.

“But why y/n, you always came to the Fukurodani game.”

“Yeah because you would plead with me back in high school as well.”

“Y/n you were always our favourite second year back in my last year, you know how much Akaashi and I loved you and your support.” He pouted with his hair drooping even more, his eyes pleading and how could you say no to that.

“Okay.” You mutter.

That’s how you were seated on the MSBY teams side, you knew a lot about volleyball becoming manager in your last year when it was just you and Akaashi left, but you’d always attended training camps and games to support your favourite team.

To say you were bored was a lie, the game had started Bokuto’s face beaming as he saw you, you eyed everybody, you saw Hinata as he waved frantically, Sakusa who had played against Fukurodani. A blonde-haired boy was next, and his gaze turned to you, he watched his teammates wave at you and his eyesight remained on your form.

He wasn’t naturally blonde you could tell; it was fading and lighter with a bit of toner his hair would look even better. As you continued to watch the game, their fans shouting for not just the team but their setter, he basked in the glory, his sets were perfect the way his body moved to position the ball perfectly. He was amazing as good as Akaashi or even Kageyama, you watched the rest of the team, cheering when they got a point.

You would notice Atsumu’s gaze would fall to you as he served as if he was doing it for you, but you didn’t even know him so why he stared a little longer than what was socially acceptable to stare at someone. It wasn’t like you stared at people for too long especially not at the Sangwoo look alike but the way you admired his ever move would be classes as concerning.

The game was quickly won by Bokuto’s team and he messaged you to meet him outside the changing rooms, probably to hang out afterwards. Maybe even his team would join the two of you, hopefully the blonde would join.

“Y/n, my biggest supporter.” Bokuto hugged you as you hugged back smiling at the tall boy who was crushing you.

“Y/n.” Hinata shouted as he ran and jumped on Bokuto’s back to hug you with him.

You laugh as the two let go of you, “you two were amazing as always.”

Sakusa walked out, he did a double take before recognising you, “you were Fukurodani’s manager weren’t you?”

“I was and you were in the top three aces which Bokuto hates me saying.” You mock the owl haired boy as Sakusa gave a smile, he wore his mask as he saw people start to come up to them.

You finally saw the blond boy come out, water dripping from his forehead probably from a shower, his t-shirt rolled up to his shoulders. He put his hand through his head as he comes up to you and Bokuto. “Care to introduce me Bokkun.”

“Atsumu Miya meet Y/n Y/l/n, she was my best friend back in high school and team manger when I left, I invited her to the game and after party.” Bokuto turns to you, “This is our setter he used to play for Inarizaki High.”

“Nice to meet you.” You put your hand our for him to shake but he moves past your hand to come closer to your body.

“We should get to know each other more.” How did he have so much confidence in front of his team mates? He had to speak if he hadn’t he would’ve been perfect.

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle me.” You mutter back, Bokuto smirking at your comment, you walked past Atsumu as Bokuto wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“It’s just the four of us for the celebrations, Atsumu you have enough room for all five of us right.” The face of disgust Sakusa had at being in a car with four other people made you laugh. It looked like he wanted to kill himself at the close contact.

“Yeah, Y/n can take the passenger seat.” You raised an eyebrow as Bokuto went to Hinata, they were both so energetic. “You never know what can happen in the front.”

His low whisper made you instantly know he was a cocky bitch, “Hurry up you two.” Hinata says.

You all go to his car, you let Sakusa sit at the front, whilst Bokuto and Hinata were talking to some people who had stopped them. You waited against the car glad to have walked to the venue, a group of girls who you had seen sitting behind you at the game were walking up towards the boys, you had heard them be utterly confused by the game and just admiring the players. You couldn’t deny and say you weren’t doing the same, but you had basic knowledge at least of it all.

“Hi Atsumu, could we get a photo with you?” They smile at the boy who smirked back.

“Of course, Y/n be a good girl and take the photo for us.” Your ears turned red as he said the words good girl, why was he doing this to you? He barely knew you and now he was trying to make you flustered.

You walk up to them, “of course, I wouldn’t want your fans to be even more disappointed in meeting you.”

He sucked in a breath as he quickly made them take the photo, making them leave. “Let’s go guys.”

You had been cramped between the broad-shouldered duo, their energy being extreme even after playing a five-set match.

“You’ll love the food here Y/n.” Hinata smiles as you all talk about your training camp and nationals days, you loved catching up, Hinata telling you about what occurred in his last year when you had graduated and Bokuto spoke about his volleyball beginnings. Hinata had gone to Brazil and even met the amazing Oikawa that Kageyama would always vent about.

Finally arriving, you all pile out, Sakusa getting a table as we all sit down, Sakusa on the end to not be next to anybody and his mask remained on, you had been made to sit next to Atsumu his gaze never leaving your fingers, lips and neck.

“Why have you been staring all day?” You finally question after ordering the food.

“Wh..What?” He almost stutters but regains his position as he sips at his water turning his eyesight to yours.

“You’ve been staring for a while, even in the car you’d look at you rear view mirror, I did see y’know.” You say drinking some of the water, you grabbed the closest glass as your throat felt dry.

“Bokuto showed us a picture of you a while back, and he told us you were coming, how can I not look at someone as pretty as you.” His mouth moved closer to your ear as your breath hitches, “and also you just drank my water.”

You let go of the glass putting it back on his side as he moved his head away from your mouth lessening back as he grinned. “Bokuto showed a what of me?”

“A picture, it was months ago he wanted to show us people from Fukurodani, we saw your setter Akaashi as well.”

“Oh lord, it wasn’t one from when I was 17 right?”

“What you didn’t like the thigh highs?” He laughs grabbing the same glass, he brought his lips to the rim of where your mouth had been brushing it against his lips.

“Oh god.” You put your hands on your head, he had to show the one photo of you from when you weren’t even an adult.

“It was fine, you looked pretty, why do you think I was happy Bokuto told us you were coming?”

“You were happy, I don’t understand though you never met me or knew me?” You question as the food gets brought out, you were lucky in that the other three boys were talking among themselves.

Atsumu scratches the back of his head as he thinks over what he should even say, “Ugh well truthfully…”

“Go on.” You start to eat as he tries to find the words.

“I met you at Nationals, we had just lost against Karasuno, you were running around I think Fukurodani had a game, you saw me c…cry” He almost doesn’t want to speak it, “and you comforted me, you never told me your name, but I doubt you recognised me, but I never forgot the pretty girl who helped me, I was vulnerable, and you comforted me and didn’t laugh. You probably don’t remember me I didn’t try to find you I just hoped i’d some how meet you and as soon as I saw that photo from Bokuto I knew we would meet again.”

You were lost for words, you remembered, you remembered running around trying to fill up water bottles and everything before Fukurodani’s game. You had run past a small side section, it was empty, but you heard a sob. Walking through the section you met the boy, his hair was more yellowy orange than the light blonde that he had now, his 17-year-old self was vulnerable, you hadn’t spoke only hugged him. You knew how hard it was to lose in anything and to bring comfort to the boy was something you wanted to do. He hadn’t spoke just cried into your shoulder, you didn’t mind and when you finally saw the time, you gave a smile cupping his cheek, hugging him one last time before running back.

“I remember, you had lost to Karasuno.” You spoke softly, “look at you now one of the top teams in Japan.”

He didn’t look at you concentrating on your food, you both stopped speaking not knowing what to say as awkwardness set, as the night continued you speaking more to Bokuto, Hinata and Sakusa, not meeting Atsumu’s gaze.

You all finished up, the frigid air hitting your exposed arms, the sky filled with white stars a contrast right in your eyes, Sakusa was the first to leave, then Bokuto and Hinata both going together and finally it was just you and Atsumu left.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” Atsumu was about to walk away but you grab his arm.

“I…I…” You couldn’t speak you were cold and just wanted to feel some warmth, he saw you bring your arms to your body, pulling you into his chest, he was the one bringing warmth this time. Your head rested against his chest. It was a new comfort that you hadn’t felt in years, “you’re cute when you don’t talk.”

He smirks his arms wrapped around you even tighter, “you can say I’m attractive without the backhanded comment.”

“Oh, shut up, pass me a pen.” He goes through his pockets finding one as you look up, “I’d put it in your phone but let’s see if you can keep this.”

You take the pen writing your number across the back of his hand, your other hand rested underneath his palm, he felt warmth. He smiled softly before you let go of his hand, “you going to drop me off home then.”

“Come on.” He takes your hand, the long-awaited familiar feeling he felt when he was at his lowest, and even then he was at his happiest, he was reliving your comfort that he knew would never go away.

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nyxdelanuit · 4 years

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Still Cold? (Tsukishima x Reader)

First one from my 500 event, and first time writing Tsukki!! @bakugou-jpg

You should never have trusted Suga to book the rooms for your annual retreat. It had been important to him and Daichi that the Karasuno VBC reunite at least once a year, and now you were on your fifth trip since graduating. You usually enjoyed these little vacations, but Suga was definitely trying to ruin this one.

“I’m sorry, I thought I booked enough rooms for all of us. This is the only room with an open spot, Tsukishima is the only one in this room.” He gave you a gentle smile, surely covering up the smirk he wanted to show. He had been restlessly playing matchmaker ever since you confessed your little crush on Tsukki two years ago, but he had never gone this far. You swiped the keycard dangling from his fingers, watching Tsukki regard his with a raised eyebrow.

“I already had Hinata and Kageyama take everything up to your room, so don’t worry about it for now. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the day!” He quickly ushered you and Tsukishima off to the rest of the waiting group.

You let it go in favor of catching up with the people you rarely got to see over a ridiculous amount of food. It was nostalgic, watching the boys bicker and laugh while you snuck pieces of food off their plates. Suga had planned the whole trip, down to the minute for everyone, and all you could think of by the end of the day was crawling into your bed and sleeping till Noya was inevitably sent to wake you up.

The large elevators fit about half of your group at a time, but you were still uncomfortably squished against Tsukishima as Hinata wormed his way in, still unwilling to let Kageyama to beat him in anything, even if it was just to their rooms. The numbers climbed as the elevator rose, and more of your friends cleared out with each stop. You were finally allowed some breathing room after the first wave, but your nervousness escalated until it was only you, Tsukki, Suga, and Daichi left. Suga pushed Daichi out of the opening doors with a wink.

"Have fun, you two." He cooed as the doors shut. The tension was palpable, only cut by the tinny monotony of the elevator music. You wished you had something to fiddle with, to distract yourself from the awkwardness brewing. Tsukishima stood motionless beside you, his frame in the mirrored doors regal and unfazed by the tension you felt.

The numbers continued their climb, the dull ding signaling your stop thrumming in your ears. You were easily a handful of floors higher than the rest of your friends, and you once again cursed Suga for his mischievous planning. You had been so preoccupied by his closeness, that you didn't even register the plaque underneath, reading 'Honeymoon Suite.'

Tsukki scanned the keycard quickly, leaving you quickly trailing behind him before the door slammed in your face. At first, you were taken aback by the ostentatiousness of the room. Everything looked so luxurious and decadent, there was even a hot tub placed into the floor of the room overlooking a massive window. How you'd survive the weekend with Tsukki in a room like this, you didn't know.

Tsukki clearing his throat brought your attention to the door to the bedroom, sneaking a peek under his arm, you noticed what had caught his attention. One bed. Only one bed. You desperately looked around for a solution, but all of the seating in this suite was made for two, definitely not big enough for either of you to curl up on for the next few nights.

Fatigue wore on you, and all you wanted to do was throw yourself into the plush bed and sleep the rest of the day away.

“Damn Suga,” you pouted, turning to find the phone, “I’ll call the front desk and ask for more pillows and blankets. A few nights on the floor won’t kill me.” You whined before Tsukki caught your arm.

"It's only a bed. It's not like you haven't slept next to me before. If I remember correctly, you've fallen asleep on my many times on the bus back home from games. And when I was talked into playing that card game until three in the morning with you and Yamaguchi. You stole my futon that night." He spoke with a smirk in his voice, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "We can sleep on separate sides, the bed is big enough for that." You nodded, not confident enough to keep the stutter from your voice.

Tsukki let you change and crawl into bed first, and you never felt more ungraceful as you watched Tsukki slide into the sheets, so smooth compared to your earlier flailing. Tsukki had been right; there was more than enough room for the two of you to sleep with space in between you.

The lights went out, and your previous sleepiness was forgotten in favor of your heart hammering in your chest. He was so close, all you'd need to do was roll over, and you'd be touching him. The thought mixed with the chill of the AC made you shiver.

“You cold?” Tsukishima’s voice was quiet and monotonous.

“A little, sorry.” You whispered, trying to not bother your bedmate. The sheets rustled, and you figured Tsukki would try to give you more of the blanket or something similar, but instead, you felt his arm circle your waist. He pulled you softly to his body, his lanky limbs easily conforming to the bend of your knees. His breath came soft along your shoulders as you drank up his heat and closeness.

"Better?" You could feel the words upon your skin, and you nodded, worried that speaking would break whatever had come over him, especially after you considered telling him that the thermostat on the wall could have easily solved your problem. Tsukki hums behind you, pulling you deeper into his embrace. Snuggling? Tsukishima would never… snuggle… would he?

You closed your eyes and tried to relax. You needed to sleep, or at least calm down enough to remember every bit of contact Tsukki allowed you. Just as your eyes were beginning to droop, you felt something brush against your shoulder. You wanted to believe it was something, but your nerves still fought you. Brushing it off, you tried again to close your eyes and let sleep take you.

There it was again. You turned in Tsukki's hold, meeting his calculating eyes in the dark. His arm was still draped over your waist, but it was a bit uncomfortable trying to fit your body around his bent legs. Unlike you, Tsukishima seemed wide awake, peering at your curiously. You felt like one of his opponents then, someone he was trying to stay one step ahead of, trying to calculate their every move. How they never froze under Tsukki's stare was a mystery to you.

You were so lost in his gaze you didn’t realize his subtle movement until the comfort sank into your bones. He drew one of your legs between his, the other thrown over top so that your legs were tangled. You were close enough now that you could feel his breath on your lips, but his eyes stayed on yours, gauging your reaction.

“Are you still cold?” The heat of his words on your face sent a shiver down your spine.

"No." He smirked at your whispered admission, and you wondered if you should have tried to save face and lie. Before you could backtrack, Tsukki caught your lips with his own. It wasn't as rough or demanding as you had always thought, Tsukki clearly gave you a way out, room to wiggle out of his grasp. You wouldn't dare pull away now, instead chasing his lips as he chuckled.

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a word on color - how line of duty series 6 uses wardrobe color to frame narrative (pt 4)

Author’s note: this is the conclusion to my essay on wardrobe color and how it’s used to inform narrative in series 6 of line of duty. Previous parts can be found here: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. This part covers episodes 5, 6, and 7. Heads up, my analysis of episode 7 is actually quite short because of my focus on Jo, but I have many, MANY thoughts on Kate’s second to last scene and the general wardrobe choices for Kate in this episode.

Thank you to everyone who has been willing to entertain my ramblings here. While I have a background in theatrical production, this kind of meta analysis was quite new for me. I was relieved to see (most) of this theory actualized in the finale. Now, this part is nearly 8k words, all four parts together clocked in at over 20k words and nearly 40 pages, single-spaced, so I’ve officially written a third dissertation (after the other two took me 10 months…).

Regular warnings apply: I’m American and therefore may be missing certain cultural context. Spoilers abound, but I stick to Jo’s storyline for the most part, and don’t include my thoughts about the finale writ large (I may write an analysis of the series 6 storytelling separate from this, if there’s interest).

Read on below the cut.

EPISODE 5

Episode 5 opens with Lomax briefing Jo and Kate about connections between the armed robbery and Gail Vella's murder, showing them results for an industrial estate that matches the description given by one of the robbers. Jo is wearing the same outfit she ended episode 4 in, the orangish brown sweater and navy suit, while Kate is wearing a grey jacket over a white shirt, buttoned all the way up. A side note - this grey jacket does not fit in with the rest of the wardrobe Kate has been in all series, and from a meta perspective, this is because they have to conceal the firearm Kate is now carrying. Ryan watches from the other room, again in a call back to the way Jo was watching Kate in episode 3. Kate tries to talk to Jo, but she's quickly brushed off, much to Kate's chagrin.

Jo’s outfit, which we’ve seen her in numerous times, again demonstrates her pull between what’s right and pressure from the OCG. After all, Ryan has just threatened her twice. She knows that the investigation is heading in the right direction, which she both wants and is afraid of, and she is panicking. At the same time, she’s wary of letting Kate get too close lest she suspect something and acts on it, putting them both in danger.

Kate’s outfit actually shows some of that forced distance Jo is causing. We’ve seen her wear a white shirt buttoned all the way to the top once before - when she spoiled the raid of MIT by AC-12. That outfit showed her pull between Jo and AC-12, and we’re seeing that here again. This time though, the grey jacket shows that she’s leaning AC-12.

We see this in the next scene where Steve, in his grey suit with a white shirt and red tie, is directly paralleling his former partner’s wardrobe. Kate visits AC-12, and it's been revealed that she has permission to carry a concealed firearm because of the threat Ryan Pilkington poses. Now, call me crazy, but I believe we’re meant to understand he’s a threat to her at least in part because of her relationship to Jo, but I’m uncertain. When Ted asks for an update, Kate notes that Jo has become "cold and distant" toward her, and the team reveals Jo has been put under surveillance, which Kate isn't happy about. It's then revealed that Jo is related to Tommy Hunter (from series 1 and 2) through incest, which is of course horrifying, though we don’t know the full story of it quite yet.

Back at her apartment, Jo checks the laptop to find out the OCG won't let her go because of AC-12's continued investigation, which she promises to take care of. She’s surrounded by her blue flat, in her navy and orange outfit, her actions and heart still at conflict with one another. She’s distraught, and stuck.

Later, Kate and Steve meet in an underground car park in their matching navy coats. Steve shares that Lakewell gave him information off the record, which is that Gail Vella had been looking into the death of Lawrence Christopher at the time of her death. He also tells Kate about his discovery that Hastings gave Steph Corbett the missing $50k of supposed bribe money (from series 5). The former partners match here because they are coming closer to being full partners again, working in tandem and trusting one another with information. They have been at odds this series, particularly when it comes to Jo, but they have remained on the same page in their disappointment in the gaffer and belief in finding justice for Gail Vella.

Back at MIT, Kate is looking into the industrial parks that may hold an OCG workshop. As she researches, she repeatedly looks over at Jo in her office and seems to have an idea. She then steps out of the office and calls Steve, though we don’t see the details of their conversation. Kate returns to the office and goes into Jo's office, telling her that they may have found the OCG workshop. She asks to brief the team immediately to avoid leaks, which Jo allows while glancing out at the bullpen. We can see once Kate leaves that she was looking at Ryan, who is watching her closely.

We don't know it yet, but Kate has found a way to test Jo’s loyalty and her belief that Jo isn’t bent. She tells the team about 1 location, makes them hand up their phones (which pisses them all off), and Jo makes them all stay within the MIT offices just as Ryan is about to step out. As the briefing ends, Kate goes to Jo’s office once more and demands to speak with her, despite Jo’s rude and annoyed response.

It’s later revealed that Kate then tells Jo there are 3 total locations to be looked at, but they’re starting with just one. Meanwhile, AC-12 surveillance teams are stationed at all three locations to see if people are tipped off and by who.

In these scenes, Kate is wearing a navy suit with a light blue shirt buttoned to the top, while Jo is wearing a grey suit with a grey turtleneck. For both women, the high necklines that fully encircle their throats indicates their discomfort and their desire to have a wall up for their own protection. We see Kate in all blue as she’s on a crusade to prove the truth - Jo isn’t bent, and this will reveal who is (as she suspects Ryan). Jo, meanwhile, is uncertain, and her monochrome grey outfit reflects that. Normally, this is the type of thing she would be expected to tip off to the OCG (as she did with Carl Banks), but Kate has cleverly made it so she can’t. She’s trying to push Kate away, but Kate keeps pushing herself right back in. She’s meant to be wary of Ryan, but she stopped him from an opportunity to send out a warning - and that’s before she knew there were three potential locations. All Jo knows is that she wants out from this lie and constant threat she’s lived under. She’s in all grey, not true blue but certainly not a warm tone, because she hasn’t decided what her next step is yet. Temporarily neutral.

The initial raid is not a success, so Jo informs the team that they'll move on to the other locations instead, revealing that she and Kate did not give them all of the information. Lomax is pissed off, and directs that anger at Kate. From his perspective, the boss just told them she doesn’t trust him or the team and treated them all like a potential rat, and he chalks that up to the former AC-12 officer’s involvement. In an interesting parallel, Jo and Kate are wearing the same outfits under their body armor that we saw them in during the raid in the first episode - Jo in her black jacket and Kate in her green jacket.

During this raid, Ryan snuck out to call in the danger to the OCG from a burner phone, an act which was recorded by Chloe “the only real detective” Bishop. Steve, at the real OCG workshop, rushes in with his team which results in the deaths of two suspects. Jo and the MIT team arrive on the scene not long after, and Jo and Steve come to disagreement over jurisdiction, and she ultimately forces him to stand down using her rank (which we’ll see her flex once more later in the episode). I have to say, I have loved watching Jo and Steve come to blows in this series in part because Jo is so much better at it than he is. Steve truly has been Jo’s foil, contradicting her at every point. We see this even in their clothes in this scene. While Jo is wearing a grey turtleneck (typically in the AC-12 color palette), it is hidden under her black jacket, and Steve is wearing a blue shirt under his body armor. On the visual face, they appear to be working at opposite ends to one another, and in this moment they are.

Back at AC-12, Kate debriefs the team on what happened and let's them in on the honey trap* (*not really) Kate set for Jo, which she didn't fall for (but Pilkington did). The team is taken aback, and Hastings points out how risky a move that was. "As far as I'm concerned, that's proof she's not bent," Kate replies, stubborn to the end. Steve has a different interpretation - Jo assigned herself to the raid on the location with the workshop, and took control of the crime scene from him. "That doesn't fit with what I've witnessed firsthand. I needed to know one way or another." Kate will not back down from her staunch belief that Jo is not bent, an unfortunate foreshadow to Jo’s eventual betrayal. Hastings sides with Steve, but Kate clearly still disagrees. However, Steve does believe Ryan should be removed from MIT, even as Hastings wants to keep him there. This raises their suspicions because Kate had originally talked the gaffer out of bringing Ryan in, but the reality of the matter is that Ted feels he’s on a ticking clock with his forced retirement, and wants to handle this fourth man situation before he goes.

Kate and Steve are again in coordinated outfits here, dressed head to toe in blue. We’ve seen this before, the former partners in clothes that parallel one another while seemingly at odds. Sadly, this is because they’re again both right about Jo. She is using her position (and even Kate’s trust) to manipulate the investigation, but that manipulation stems from fear for her own safety as she herself is being manipulated and doesn’t want to do what she’s done. She’s like a cat stuck in a box - bent and not bent.

On the Hill, Kate gives the team the low down on the OCG warehouse and their next steps. Jo congratulates the team and tells them to get to work collecting forensic evidence while Pilkington sends laser eyes her way. This time it’s Kate wearing a turtleneck, this one in black under an olive suit jacket, while Jo wears a grey suit with a grey-green sweater and a blue shirt buttoned all the way to the top. Again, the high necks of these outfits demonstrate the discomfort and reservedness both women are feeling, but we also see a subtle connection with the green tints of their clothes. As usual, green represents the pull between two different compelling interests. For Kate, the pull between Jo and AC-12, for Jo the pull between Kate and the OCG.

Wearing these same outfits, Jo catches up with Kate outside of Hillside, where she confronts her about AC-12's knowledge of the raids. Kate tells her she tipped them off because they're making a lawful inquiry. "Look, I'm telling you the truth Jo, because I trust you with it." Jo takes advantage of Kate sharing the information with AC-12 and tells Kate to put in a transfer request, saying, "I wouldn't want to harm your career, Kate. It's best if you request a transfer." Kate is taken aback and asks "You've been distant with me for days. Is this personal?" Jo denies this, pulling rank the same way she did with Steve, "I'm your senior officer, I should be distant." Kate seems confused and concerned with her response of "But I thought we were friends. What's happening here?" And here we see Jo’s fear crack through her irritation, just for a moment, when she says, "So you can tell AC-12?" As much as Jo is pushing Kate away in order to get her out of the picture, she also has a real fear that Kate continuing to share information with Steve will get Jo killed. She’s playing up Kate’s betrayal to explain her anger, but she’s also hurt and she wants her to know that. Jo trusts Kate, even if she doesn’t trust her enough to tell her the truth on her own. Up until this point, Kate has worked with her and told her about AC-12’s work, even helping her get a leg up on Steve. Now Kate’s helping AC-12 get a leg up on her.

But Kate is nothing if not determined. "No, I wouldn't tell them personal stuff." Kate refuses to take the transfer, and Jo leaves in frustration and anxiety, leaving Kate confused yet again.

Back at Jo's flat, she's on the OCG laptop again. She tells the user she can handle AC-12, but they claim she can't because of Fleming. Jo tries to ask for more time to sort it, but time's up. "Get rid of her." Get rid of Kate, the last person Jo trusts, the one who just broke her trust.

And here is Jo’s betrayal. "As long as it's my last job." She looks devastated after she sends it, and she is. What she’s about to do is unforgivable. But scared and vulnerable people often do unforgivable things to save themselves. Jo just wants to be free, and she’s willing to pay a price for freedom.

Steve, in his iconic grey suit and navy tie, goes to visit Ian Banks in prison and learns that Ted is the one that disclosed John Corbett's identity that later got him killed. He later calls Kate to tell her the news. Matching Steve, Kate is in a navy shirt, but is wearing a black suit, only the second time we’ve seen her in this suit. The first was in episode 2, when she gave Jo the information about AC-12 and they later had dinner together.

Kate heads back into Hillside after her conversation with Steve and runs into Jo in the hallway, who asks to meet with her outside of work to discuss their 'personal issues'. Jo specifically looks at officers further down the hall to confirm they're leaving before speaking to Kate. She also lowers her voice at her own mention of personal issues, adding an extra layer of privacy to an already empty hall.

Checking to make sure there alone is something that Jo and Kate have done frequently throughout this series. In the handhold scene, they break apart when officers step into the hall. They mention how it’s easier to talk outside of work during both of their dinner scenes. When Kate tells Jo about Ryan’s spying, she dismisses Chris first, and later in that conversation when Jo puts her hand on Kate’s arm, they pull apart when they hear officers approaching.

Kate is surprised at Jo’s sudden change in behaviour from the past few days, but she agrees to meet with Jo after work. As Jo walks away, Kate clearly knows that something is up with her, but seems willing to find out what it is when they speak.

What Kate is sadly unaware of is that Jo walks away to lock herself in the bathroom and have a breakdown, distraught at the machination she has set in motion against Kate. Her hand shakes as she locks the stall, she falls to the ground, she looks around desperately for salvation. Jo’s mask, one that she maintains so strictly, falls for just a moment (not dissimilar to her breakdown in her car after framing Farida). Thirty seconds in a toilet stall to breakdown, to think about the consequences of her actions, about what she’s done to Kate. But she takes a few deep breaths, wipes away her tears, and we watch as her mask slips back into place.

Back at AC-12, Chloe “my back is worse than Steve’s from carrying this investigation” Bishop has uncovered more about the racist gang that attacked Lawrence Christopher, including the investigators, Buckells and the current Chief Constable. This was the story Gail Vella was looking into when she was murdered, and appears to be the reason for her death. Steve is wearing the same grey suit and navy tie as when he spoke with Kate, and while he’s grateful for Chloe for digging everything up, he’s also concerned that the young Black woman had to learn so many details about the lynching of a young Black man. [Note: to be incredibly clear, the death of Lawrence Christopher as described by the script was a lynching, and the narrative did not do enough to reckon with that fact for anything more than relevance to the global racial justice uprisings reborn in late May of 2020. More than willing to discuss this further if anyone cares for my thoughts.] As they discuss the case, Patty Carmichael walks in with gusto (and damn if that voice isn't an incredible acting choice). She’s taking over AC-12, and she’s cancelling the surveillance on Jo and Ryan.

That night, Kate arrives at Frederico's to meet Jo, who calls her the moment she’s locked her car to ask to meet somewhere less public, for claims of privacy. Kate is immediately on alert, especially after her attempts to convince Jo to stick with the original plan. But after a small plea from Jo, she acquiesces, but not without caution. Kate immediately knows something is off - this is not how Jo interacts with her. Little do we know, Pilkington is skulking in Jo's backseat, coaching her actions.

As an aside, this is also the only time we see them meeting out of work while they're both wearing casual clothes, not just the clothes they wore to the office.

Kate drives to the lorry park and calls Steve, because she's both an idiot and a genius. He’s wearing the same suit as before, grey with a navy tie. She learns that surveillance was pulled on Jo and Ryan, and explains Jo's odd behaviour, forwarding him the address. Unfortunately, their conversation is cut short by Carmichael, which immediately sets Kate on high alert and she ends the call. Just as Kate is about to leave, Jo pulls into the lot, and the tension escalates.

Steve receives the address and immediately informs Hastings and Chloe, ordering the team to get a unit ready. The team starts to rush out and Carmichael asks for calm, which Ted isn't gonna do when one of his people is in danger. AC-12 isn’t about to let Kate down.

At the lorry park, a distraught Jo gets out of her car and approaches Kate’s car. Kate tries to convince Jo to go somewhere else, but all Jo can say is that she's sorry. Kate is confused, but that goes away pretty quickly once an armed bent bastard steps out of Jo's car. He gloats to Kate, saying "Jo wanted to give you a way out. Should've put in for that transfer." Kate tries to convince Ryan to put the gun down, that the authorities will find him, but it doesn't work. Which is when Kate makes a gamble - she tells Ryan about the surveillance on him and Jo. Ryan tries to blame Jo for their situation, but she acts none the wiser (even though Kate told her about Ryan’s surveillance in the previous episode).

"Why would she come here otherwise?"

Sure, Jo is playing down her relationship with Kate for Ryan’s sake, but it isn’t quite that simple. Jo doesn't want to believe Kate had any faith in her. She wants to believe she was pretending, because she has no faith in herself. Her reaction does provide enough of a distraction for Kate to be able to pull her own weapon, and the most tense standoff ever begins...

One of the most key color choices of any outfits so far on the show are the clothes Jo and Kate wear to the lorry park where Jo sets up Kate to be killed by Ryan. Jo is wearing her grey coat, a blue sweatshirt, and a red top. Kate is wearing a blue coat, and a blue striped sweater with a band of red in the middle. These two outfits are ultimately the thesis statement between these two women. Jo is wearing red as her last layer, the one closest to her, but is surrounded by cool tones through her sweatshirt and coat. Meanwhile, Kate’s sweater has a stripes of red and orange surrounded by shades of blue.

But it doesn’t matter that Kate is being visually connected to Jo, because Jo is about to be responsible for her death via Ryan ‘the bent bastard’ Pilkington.

EPISODE 6

Nevermind though, no death for our beloved Kate!

Now, I’m going to take the next parts of the episode slightly out of order in order to tackle Kate and Jo together before their ultimate confrontation with Steve and AC-12. First, a run down of the AC-12 crew: Hastings is in full uniform, which represents his ultimate faith in the system, despite the bad actors and groups that try to destroy it. Carmichael is wearing a grey coat, aligning her with anti-corruption, but it’s piped along the edges with red, which shows how she’s opposed to AC-12 (though not necessarily corrupt). Steve is in his classic blue on blue on blue under his body armor, which shows his dedication to justice and also his faith in Kate. Carmichael confronts him directly about Kate’s whereabouts, which he fastidiously denies having any knowledge of, but unfortunately Hastings is forced to admit that Kate was permitted to carry a concealed firearm for safety. Steve doesn’t trust Carmichael, and this is shown back at the office when he tracks what Patty C is up to, mobilizing Hastings when she’s on the move.

At first glance, Kate and Jo’s red and blue outfits read as a visual metaphor for AC-12 closing in on their location, but I posit that these outfits are also indicative of Kate's belief in Jo, despite her anger that Jo has just set up her death. It’s clear at this point that their simple flirty banter from the beginning of the season has evolved into a deeper connection, which is part of what makes Jo’s betrayal so painful - Kate has been on her side the whole time. Jo just didn’t know it. [note: wrote this before the finale so guess who has egg on her face now…]

After a time jump (of nearly two hours, based on someone else’s analysis of time stamps and radio calls), Kate and Jo arrive at Steve's apartment. Jo asks if Steve can be trusted, and Kate leaves no doubt. Jo also asks why the surveillance got pulled, and Kate informs her about the chief and Carmichael. Jo denies having any part of it, but Kate isn't sure if she can believe her given the whole, you know, attempted murder thing. In a desperate bid to prove her loyalty to Kate, Jo asks for her gun, intentionally putting her prints on the murder weapon. Again, their coordinating outfits are the outward manifestation of their connection. Kate, while still angry, seems to accept what Jo is offering to her, but is clearly trying to maintain distance in the moment.

Jo then tries to see if things between them were real, but Kate refuses to entertain the conversation. What Jo is completely unaware of at this point is the lengths to which Kate has gone to prove that Jo isn't bent, up to and including risking a crucial raid on the OCG workshop. To Kate, it's a question that doesn't need to be asked, [the egg on my face remains] but Kate is also in disbelief that Jo would question her feelings when she's the one who was nearly killed by Jo. It’s an inappropriate time to have this discussion, and Kate lets that be known. They find Steve's personal car, a slate grey Mazda because this show is nothing if not subtle with its vehicular choices - even their personal vehicles tie in to their allegiance with AC-12’s mission.

Driving in Steve's car, Jo asks again if Kate was pretending with Jo, and Kate diverts the conversation away from herself. Was Jo lying to her when she hired Kate because she was ex-anti-corruption? No, she was hoping Kate, with her anti-corruption background, would stop her. Would save her, really. They discuss Jo's ongoing work for the OCG, and Jo's fear that she'll be killed if she turns, just like Tommy. She insists that she's not bent and Kate implores her to prove it.

Kate is pissed [for the non-Americans, she’s very angry, not drunk…] in this scene, as she should be. She believed in Jo, she still believes in Jo, but she betrayed her in a major way. And now, when Kate is sticking her neck out for Jo again, she's still too scared to reveal what she knows. Jo does reveal that Tommy was her uncle, and that her father was a bent cop, which of course doesn’t align with what Kate knows. At Kate's further insistence, Jo directs them toward Gail Vella's house, and finally to the old print shop the OCG had used in the past that is across from Terry Boyle’s flat.

Kate and Jo arrive at the print shop, and Jo is finally about to reveal the truth to Kate. This act, coupled with putting her prints on the gun, earns Jo back a little bit of the trust she lost, and this is shown when the two women share the same shot. Most of the scenes between Jo and Kate have been over the shoulder shots where one woman is the primary focus, and this scene pivots to end with both of them together as the focus. This change happens in time with Kate dropping some of her much-deserved hostility toward the other woman.

But before they can step out of the car, flashing lights and sirens appear behind them - they've been found. The fact that they've been tracked shocks Kate, but she spends no time dwelling as she throws the car into drive and speeds away. AC-12 AFOs have set up an intercept point, which Kate ignores in a truly badass handbrake turn, no matter if it makes any sense that they could have possibly known the route Kate would take in order to set up a kind of road block.

Handbrake turn or no, the Mazda has been intercepted and Kate and Jo are stuck. Kate is still confused that they've been found, but Jo knows the jig is up and tells Kate she's going to say she forced her to drive. It isn't until Jo tells her they have no other choice that Kate gets out of the car. Once out, Jo puts her hands up, but Kate refuses. Just then, AC-12 arrives with Carmichael, and Kate is in shock. "Jesus Christ, Steve's in on it" - cut to Jo's panicked face. This is the man Kate said they could trust, and now he's after them too.

What follows is a very tense standoff between the two fleeing detectives and AC-12. Jo surrenders, but Kate refuses. First Carmichael tries, then Hastings (at which point Kate tells Jo she learned some shady stuff about him), and then finally Steve walks up to them. Jo begs Kate to surrender repeatedly, but the DI believes she’s onto her second major betrayal of the night and she isn’t willing to give in that easily. She thought she could trust Jo, and she nearly killed her, and to her mind she trusted Steve and he turned her over to Carmichael.

Kate is prepared to tear him a new asshole, but he swears up and down that he has no idea how they got tracked, he wouldn't do that to her. Once he promises to get the two women into safety, Kate surrenders. As he walks them in, Kate shared Ryan's confession of murder and Jo's clue about the print shop. To the end, Kate believes in justice and will pursue it.

We then see a disillusioned Kate in her all grey Fruit of the Loom being walked into her jail cell. She sits down on the plastic mattress, looking at a total loss.

Later that night, Steve and Hastings are discussing the events of the previous few hours. Steve is in a grey suit with a blue shirt and tie, same as he had been wearing during the chase. The gaffer questions why Steve didn't tell him about Kate, and Steve claims it was to prevent putting him in a difficult position with Patty C, who walks in with the same question. Apparently, the former partners have keys to each other's houses and vehicles, in case of emergency. Carmichael taking Steve's phone would've read to Kate as an emergency. Steve refuses to back down, and she appears to drop it for the moment.

Now, onto Jo’s interrogation. A lot happens in this thirty minute scene, but to boil down to the important points: Jo is wearing her best Fruit of the Loom, stripping her of her identity and any affiliations she has. The lighting in this scene is cold and sterile, completely cool in tone. Steve sits with Carmichael and Hastings on the other side of the table, dressed in a navy suit, white shirt, and red tie.

Something very important to note in this scene is Jo’s reliance on Steve. He speaks with her gently, acknowledges her pain, and encourages her to be truthful even when it is clearly very difficult. She takes Kate’s trust in him at face value and decides to trust him too. His outfit actually reflects this truth. He’s wearing the same red and blue that Kate and Jo wore while they were on the run - blue surrounds the red. As much as Jo is trusting Steve here because of Kate, Steve is being kind to Jo here for the same reason. His partner and friend does the right thing nearly always - if she was willing to go to these lengths to defend Jo, he owes it to her to learn the truth. Nothing exemplifies this more than when the conversation turns to Pilkington’s death.

Jo refuses to answer at first and actually waits for AC-12 to show its hand first. She notices that Steve hesitates when Carmichael instructs him to talk about the evidence regarding Kate's gun, and she realizes this is her in, this is how she can prove herself to Kate once and for all. It's only after this that she claims to have shot Pilkington and completely shifts the blame from Kate to herself. This catches both Steve and Hastings up, and they react in obvious shock, which changes how Hastings treats her through the rest of the interview and cements Steve’s belief in Kate’s trust. Afterwards, she looks to Steve, who nods. He understands what she just did for Kate, and Jo is relieved to see his comprehension. The questioning continues, and Jo only admits to what she can take direct responsibility for, but nothing that involves the larger network.

Once Carmichael and Hastings leave, she quickly turns to Steve and says a desperate "I'm so sorry." Sorry for hiding evidence in Operation Lighthouse. Sorry for framing Farida. Sorry for what she’s done to Kate.

And Steve, gentle when he can be, gives her a kind "Yeah, me too," in reply. I’m sorry you were groomed into the OCG. I’m sorry you were scared for your life. I’m sorry you hurt Kate, too.

Patty C goes to talk to Kate, and lets her know she won't be charged for Ryan's murder - Jo will be. Kate has a look of relief on her face as she processes the information. But Patty C notes Jo isn't firearms trained, and Kate is. She's telling Kate she knows what really happened, and she's letting it slide. This time. Kate is well aware that Carmichael isn’t stupid - she knows Jo was lying and is only letting Kate get away with it because it better serves her interests. Kate is free, and she sighs with relief and the knowledge of what Jo did.

Steve, still in the same outfit from the interview, and Kate, in a navy pea coat and yellow sweater, meet in an underground car park. once she's been released. A quick note on Kate’s coat: I’d love to say there’s a deeper meaning for the shift in her coat, but I genuinely think it’s just because filming was originally in the spring, then was moved to the fall and continued until November, so it was simply colder. The cut and color of the coat are generally the same, despite the style changing.

Steve offers to lend an ear about the shooting, and then Kate asks about Jo's interview. Steve tells her they didn't get enough information out of her, and Kate tells him that Jo told her that her dad was an officer. "She's scared, Steve. After what happened to Tommy, Dot, Lakewell, nevermind John Corbett". Kate’s anger seems to have dissipated at least a little at this point, because here she is, defending Jo by explaining why she wasn’t forthcoming with a lot of information. This is most obvious through her yellow sweater - still affiliated with Jo, even through everything else. Steve lets her know that Jo is in a secure cell with extra monitoring, which seems to appease her. Kate then informs him she's been made SIO at MIT, and will guarantee cooperation with AC-12. Lomax calls Kate, and the two partners are back working together.

Kate and Steve meet Lomax at the OCG workshop, where he goes over the forensic findings so far as MIT’s resident plot reciter. Kate tells him they need to look further, and orders him to dig up the floor, ruining the poor man’s plans for the evening.

Chloe calls Steve with an update on Thurwell. Then we get a weird scene of darkvision Spanish police apprehending Thurwell. Truly hate it. He's dead. It's a deadend. Clever writing, Jed.

The episode ends with Jo in her navy blue jumper being put into her cell at Brentiss. Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, Lindsay Denton’s besties, walk up threateningly before Jo is led into her cell and the door is shut. I do love the shot here of Jo through the door, caught in a small tight space that’s almost closing in on her.

EPISODE 7

Before I fully jump into Episode 7, please be aware that I am doing a textual analysis. I’m not going to go into the fourth man reveal and its logic or even greater meaning (particularly because I’m looking at this show from a different political context as an American), and I’m not going to speculate on things not seen, at least in this analysis, because the focus is on wardrobe. You can trust I have many thoughts, particularly around race and the writing around female characters, some of which I’ve included but most of which I did not. It took me 9 full days to write everything for this one episode, and was shockingly exhausting. Forgive me if it doesn’t live up to my other ramblings.

We’ll jump right into things. I'm gay but Steve looks so good here in his AC-12 uniform. Anyways, Steve is watching Hastings' old interview with Carmichael about Ian Banks. His concern about Hastings is clear. He’s in pursuit of justice, even if justice puts him up against the gaffer.

Later, Steve and Kate discuss the gaffer and his suspicious behaviour, and he informs her that Ted is slated for retirement. Steve wants to let it go, but Kate refuses. She asks if Steph Corbett knows anything more, and suggests she may be blackmailing Hastings, but Steve is dismissive of it. This causes Kate to raise an eyebrow - oh god Steve's done it again. Steve pleads "It's not like that, mate, it's different," and Kate has never looked more disbelieving and annoyed. She responds, "She's a person of interest,” and their conversation is cut short when Chris calls Kate with an update. Steve is still in his navy suit, and Kate in her yellow sweater. The lack of coordination in these clothes show Kate isn’t quite on the same page as Steve yet, but they’re getting there.

Lomax tells them there was a case found in the floor of the workshop, much like the one holding Gail Vella's computers at the abandoned print shop that Jo led them to. No comment on the OCG’s evidence techniques.

Steve, who kept skipping his occupational health warnings, is in therapy. I didn't cover the OH stuff throughout this analysis since it didn't relate to Jo, but this manages to tie in later so here it is now. It ends in him agreeing to temporarily give up his firearms license. I'm not going to discuss the rest of the meeting, given that Steve seemed to kick his pill addiction and reliance on alcohol and pain relievers to deal with his back pretty damn quickly and it's a storyline of entirely no relevance except as something Ted holds over Steve in a moment of manipulation later. Steve also admits this to Hastings before Occupational Health can tell him. This entire storyline is frustrating. Moving on!

Kate is watching Jo's AC-12 interview at her desk on the Hill, specifically rewinding to parts concerning who Jo believed her father was. She pauses it on a frame of Jo’s face, the terror clear. Kate is dressed in a black suit and a light blue shirt, back on the side of AC-12 and in pursuit of justice, not only with regard to the OCG, but for Gail Vella and Jo.

Steph calls Steve again, and he ignores it, because he's being a bit of a dick. Then he steps out of his car and has a back spasm. This only comes up so Kate can ask about it later and show that Steve, wearing a blue jacket, listened to what she said about getting close to a person of interest. Would truly love to know why Steve parks by an underpass by a river for this scene, but needs must, I guess.

Back at Hillside, another Lomax briefing! Because Chris, Chloe, and sometimes Kate are truly the only people who do any detecting in the entire series!!! Anyways, Chris tells Steve and Kate about the contents of the box under the floor of the workshop. Conveniently, it held four murder weapons (can Jed Mercurio spell deus ex machina?) and neatly tied a bow on Corbett, Bindra, and Vella's deaths, and in a nice series 1 throwback, Jackie Laverty's murder! Kate is wearing a grey turtleneck which coordinates beautifully with Steve’s grey suit, blue tie, and blue shirt. This shows that they’re back on the same page and on the same team, despite their ups and downs this series.

Kate and Steve return to AC-12, where Kate in her new navy pea coat shares that the proceedings against Terry Boyle will be stopped. Except, to my knowledge, Jo already handled that...? They literally made a point of it in her interview. Anyway, Chloe, like Chris, did all the detective work and tells them that the IP of the OCG laptop is in the UK, not Spain as previously believed. Amanda from forensics, the only other person who does any real work, interrupts with a message that shows Jo is about to be targeted. Definitely is spelled wrong. I give up. They feel the need to spell out what JD and BP mean, but spend 3 episodes never explaining what a CHIS is. Sure. Chloe is tasked with finding the fourth man via spelling.

Also I'm truly not being funny by why is Kate on the investigation board in AC-12. Like. What. Was she a suspect? She’s not with the other victims!

A very forlorn Jo in her blue Brentiss jumpsuit is sitting in her prison cell before being collected for transport to Hillside. Jo is very aware that something must be wrong because she’s a damn fine detective. She's mad suspicious as they head out to the van, and lo and behold, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are on the transport team.

En route to Brentiss, they learn that Lomax and Kate's signatures were forged on the production order for Jo. Meanwhile, Jo is too smart for her own good, and questions the guard during the transport about the requesting officer. Tweedle Dee plays dumb.

And then… nothing happens. They intercepted the van in advance, removed Jo, and planted Steve and Kate on the van. Because Steve is such a great choice what with his being an UNARMED OFFICER AT THE TIME. They arrest everyone. Steve ends up with a gun. Ok.

In an interrogation room, Kate and Steve explain what happened to Jo. Hastings looks on. Kate tells Jo she can apply to witness protection, and that all of her notes will show that she was under coercion from others, giving her a shot at the life she never had, but only if she reveals who the top man is, aka her father. Jo begins to cry, and Steve reminds her those OCG men were sent to kill her - this man doesn't care for her. Jo begins to tell them that she had no reason to believe Tommy was lying to her, all while speaking only to Kate. Steve encourages her further, telling her she's not bent. Kate asks her one last time for the name, and we see Jo resolve to say something before the scene cuts. Heaven forbid we show something happening instead of faking built suspense.

Now, I need to pause here for a small moment of rage. Kate should have been the one who got the call back line by telling Jo she's not bent. Not for any romantic reason, but because their little run from the police stunt was done at least in part under the auspices that Jo could prove to Kate that she wasn't bent. In fact, Kate pleads with Jo to do so. It's just frustrating, and gives Steve an emotional beat he hasn't truly earned with Jo, or at least hasn’t earned as much as Kate.

And Jo gives them a name! They search a prison cell, and find nothing. It's really built up to seem like it's Fairbank, who is revealed to be a confused old dude. Why Jo thought she was communicating with him this entire time is simply never addressed. Whatever. They ask about the murders and cover ups, and he offers nothing. Kate asks about Jo, and after some more pushing, Fairbank implicitly agrees that he and Tommy Hunter convinced Jo he was her father. Hastings is pissed, but Chloe calls to save the day (again).

Chloe "I should be Chief Constable" Bishop brings the team up to speed on the text search for incorrect spellings of the word definitely. Which they've apparently managed to do in a matter of hours, even on handwritten reports from 17 years prior! Because Jed has definitely never needed to do a text analysis by hand before. They then proceed to NEVER NAME THE SUSPECT. FOR 1 MINUTE AND 10 SECONDS.

Oh but don't worry, because this is the perfect opportunity for our realigned partners to confront Hastings about the bribe money and his conversations with Ian Banks. Can't reveal who the fourth man is when the head of the investigation is also a bent cop, silly audience. And it's revealed that Ted leaked Corbett as a UCO because of Corbett's role in the attack on Hastings' wife. But it's okay because he's sorry about it!

To be hella clear: Hastings, an anti-corruption officer who prides himself on following the letter of the law, took actions he knew would result in the death of John Corbett and Kate later forgives him for it. Jo was under threat of death from the OCG and tried to get rid of Kate via transfer and then led her to an empty lorry park to be killed while she thought Ryan was under surveillance that could likely intervene, and we in no way see Kate react to that experience in this episode. Cool!

Finally, we get the interview with the fourth man, which is revealed 8 minutes and 32 seconds after the characters themselves learn the information. For some reason unknown to God or man, Kate is there despite not being involved in Buckells' case since she works for MIT, not AC-12. Frankly, not gonna delve into it. Kate is wearing a sweater we've yet to see her in, a blue crew neck that is frankly more feminine than anything we've seen this series so far, and moreso matches what she's worn in previous series. It’s unsettling. Steve is in his classic AC-12 uniform.

Just a quick q for the kids at home - if Buckells only ever communicated with people via a secure browser on burner devices, how in the hell did he get a laptop in prison? Also, why did he not break himself out of prison by having someone else plant evidence of some kind, especially since he supposedly had a lot to blackmail Jo with?

At what I can only assume is their local, Steve and Kate congratulate themselves on doing nothing beyond sit in interview rooms to catch Buckells. Kate might go back to AC-12 - even though she left because of the gaffer's actions which turned out to be WAY WORSE THAN SHE PREVIOUSLY BELIEVED? Sure, Jed. They have a chat about what's been happening with Steve and his painkiller addiction. Kate implies he should drive up to Liverpool to see Steph, which he doesn't think is a good idea. But don't worry, they've got each other, mate. Platonic soulmates forever (no romantic underscoring in this analysis).

And then, with no previous discussion in the script or even telegraphing by the camera, Kate is in therapy. Which is great, because she truly needs it, girl has been through a lot. She mentions her ex, and Josh who is apparently her reason for living but she's texted about him once and mentioned him offhand to Jo to tell her he'd be with her ex, and then her great friend and partner, Steve (which is true, but the romantic framing is gross and out of character).

Not being funny, Kate is wearing a truly horrendous mauve top here, over a white shirt. We've never seen her in a color like this, it doesn't fit in with the rest of the color palette in her wardrobe, up to and including all of the orange and brown she wore at MIT. It's honestly frumpy, and in no way aligns with the characterization shown to us through her wardrobe in the rest of the series. The last time we do see her in an outfit like that is during the interview with Jo. Jo left and took Kate's excellent sense of style with her.

Kate and Steve meet with Patty to discuss Darren Hunter's involvement in the murder of Lawrence Christopher, and discuss how there's more corrupt officers to be uncovered. Patty C isn't gonna do anything about that tho. Hastings strolls up to chat with Patty C, and we learn that Buckells will get immunity. The trio are about to leave when Ted storms back into her office to confess to his actions leading to John Corbett's death. He gets one more speech about carrying the fire and bad apples in policing before they all leave.

For the final outfits we may ever see them in, Hastings is wearing a blue shirt, Steve is wearing a grey suit, white shirt, and green tie, and Kate is in a white turtleneck with a navy pea coat. Again, this turtleneck is more effeminate than anything we’ve seen her in this series. Hell, even Patty C is wearing blue to show she’s aligned with anti-corruption and just kind of a bitch, not actually corrupt.

Finally, to the blessed epilogue. Shoutout to Terry and Farida for getting some closure to the bullshit they’ve been through.

Jo steps out of her little stone cottage in the country, dressed in a casual sweater of grey and blue, breathing in the fall air deeply. Her layers of clothing are gone, her hair is down and soft. Her Icelandic sweater shows that she’s finally free to honor her heart, and no longer feels trapped by her family and who she thought they were.

And then, a dog trots out after her, and we see Jo bend down to hug the retriever and kiss its head. This is the most free affection we have ever seen Jo give. A set of legs appear in the doorway behind her, and a redheaded woman steps out of the cottage to meet Jo and the dog. Jo smiles at her, oh so freely after the tension she carried for 21 years, and they clasp hands, walking down the country road away from their home. Because Jo is free, and she can freely love and live without fear in her new life.

Now, from a purely logistical standpoint, very little affection between anyone could be shown from episodes 3-7 because of COVID filming protocols (which seem to be far more strict on physical distancing than American and Canadian productions). The production team actually did a brilliant job using forced perspective and interesting over the shoulders to make people seem like they were closer together than they were. From a film nerd perspective though, they broke the 180 rule so frequently that I nearly lost my mind (glass boxes are great but they ignore all rules of perspective).

All that aside, the logistics of filming in COVID mean that moments where we do see physical distancing broken are all the more important. Kelly filmed this scene with an actress who she has not been working with for months, because it is so, so important to see Jo come out of the other side of her tragic life intact. It also matters that her partner is wearing a warm hat and has red hair (intentional casting or otherwise) and that their home has a red door, because it shows that those warm tones represent something different for Jo now. They don’t represent fear and betrayal and being trapped - now they represent home.

Additionally, there are a lot of comparisons made between Jo, Dot, and Ryan. All three had been groomed by Tommy Hunter since childhood to work for the OCG, all three were put into the Central Police to act as inside men, and all three committed terrible acts in their own interest. But there are differences here. Ryan was a little shit as a kid and he clearly had a terrible home life - his mom was the worst. He gravitated to an authority figure who offered him something different and who gave him power. He is a victim of circumstance - but he also found power and enjoyment in his terrible actions. He gloated about Maneet Bindra and John Corbett’s deaths, and he enjoyed wielding power over Jo when he was threatening her.

Dot is the blend between Ryan and Jo - he too was groomed by Tommy to enter this world of crime, and did many awful things without regret, including killing people who threatened to expose his identity as the Caddy. It’s not until his friendship, and burgeoning relationship, that his behavior changes. He almost gets away from the Central Police, despite Kate hopping on a lorry for a free ride to track him down, but when faced with the reality that this would mean Kate’s death, he sacrifices himself and gives her a final clue to dismantle the OCG within the police.

Jo, from what we’re shown, felt regret after everything she did, and the show made it a point to demonstrate Jo as a victim of her family and genuine fear for her life if she didn’t continue following the actions of the OCG. We never saw Ryan or Dot with a gun to their head or with a dozen locks on their door. We never saw them break down in bathroom stalls, or even framing people and discrediting them instead of killing them. And it’s ultimately her relationship with Kate that changes things for her - she tries to use Kate at first to get caught, and when they get close she tries to push Kate away in order to protect her, right until she thinks she has no other choice but to let Ryan kill her.

It’s interesting that all three characters meet their end with Kate (and a damn shame the show never chose to address that fully). She quite literally kills Ryan, has a standoff with Dot that ends with him sacrificing himself for her and giving a dying declaration, and goes on the run with Jo to give her time to prove she isn’t bent and who plants evidence against herself to protect Kate. Later, it’s Kate who convinces Jo to give up everything she knows about the OCG and the man who claimed to be her father, and Kate who offers immunity and witness protection. Finally, in their last scene together, Kate manages to save one of the people corrupted under the thumb of the OCG. She completes a task she first set out for in series 1, the first time she interviewed Ryan and tried to get him to realize there’s a better life out there for him.

Kate does what Jo was hoping she would: she saves her, and gives her the life she never thought she could have.

I wish I could end this with a perfect bow that ties the wardrobe threads of this series together, but frankly I can’t. On a macro level, cool tones remains the symbol of anti-corruption and the pursuit of truth and justice, and warm tones represent any force opposing those ideals. On a micro level, Steve’s clothing choices and what they represent remain consistent throughout the series, as do Jo’s. However, the character that ties Steve and Jo together, the person who believed in the truth of Jo despite what face value was saying, that person’s wardrobe gets thrown to hell in the final episode. Kate’s colors remain cool, and it’s understandable that the warm tones that represented her connection to Jo disappear as Jo turns on the OCG, but the actual physical clothing is completely different from what she’s been wearing before and doesn’t fit her characterization.

I think it’s crucial to note that her femininity is only played up when she’s back on a team with men, where her earlier androgynous dress became suddenly unacceptable. It’s a damn shame, because the emotional payoff for Kate’s growth outside of AC-12 could’ve been really spectacular, and she was stymied in the end in favor of her male colleagues.

#line of duty #kate fleming #jo davidson #steve arnott #flemson #kate x jo #lod spoilers #line of duty spoilers #It took me a long time to finish this because I struggled with the absolute 180 degree turn the show took tonally in the final episode #It honestly threw off quite a few of my conclusions #and I had to rethink the analysis #but thank you to everyone who stuck with me #enjoy!

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Ex's and Bo's ( Bokuto Koutarou x Reader )

Warning(s): Probably the most in-depth kiss scene I have ever written? Not really nsfw in any way, maybe a little making out????? Also, expect some spam in the coming days. I had been super busy and unable to actually post my haitober stuff so, here comes the flood! Title: Ex's and Bo's Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 2,506

Life sucked.

Even the weather outside was agreeing with you as rain poured down, soaking anything that dared to be out. You were laying on your bed with as many blankets wrapped around you as possible as if the soft fabric could absorb all of your bad feelings.

How long had you wasted when you were dating your ex-boyfriend? You knew he wasn't good for you, you knew that from the start. But, what were you supposed to do when he was the first person to really show you any attention? He liked you in a way that was more than friends. When you had gone so long, watching everyone else get together while you were stuck on the sidelines, you couldn't believe that someone liked you. It was easy to ignore the red flags when you were just so excited that someone liked you.

Even though you were the one that broke up with him, it still hurt. It hurt because you felt stupid for ever agreeing to be in a relationship with him. It hurt because even though he was never good for you, you still thought he cared about you in some way. Yet, he had decided to go behind your back and flirt with some other girls. He thought you wouldn't figure it out. He must have thought you were stupid and you were starting to wonder if he was right?

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop being sad because your best friends are here!" Bokuto yelled as he walked into your room, trailed behind by Akaashi. If this was the first time they came to visit, you would be worried that your parents would get annoyed by the yelling but they had come to accept it now. It was impossible to have Bokuto over and expect to keep a quiet house. "We are going to take that frown and turn it upside!"

You forgot that you had texted either one of them. It started with a simple text to Bokuto, a single meme picture that hinted at how you felt. After fifteen minutes, Bokuto had already pulled the entire truth from you and invited himself and Akaashi over to take care of you.

"Bokuto, calm down." Akaashi slapped his friend's shoulder to pull him down from his energetic state. He had been crazy when he picked Akaashi up, ranting about how he would totally beat your ex up and how they had to make you feel better. He didn't say anything along the lines of a plan for making you feel better but he was as confident as he was on the court. You had helped him through his emo times and so it was his job to do the same thing for you.

The loud third year flopped down on your bed, arms wrapping around your waist to playfully tickle your sides. He knew you were ticklish and he was using it against you! It was hard to keep a frown on your face as you struggled not to burst out laughing. With his own loud laughter, Bokuto rolled over to pull you ontop of him with your back pressing against his chest.

"Come on, give us a smile! I'm not gonna stop until you smile for me!" He shouted, keeping you trapped like a turtle on its back. Somehow you were able to squirm out of his hold and quickly hid behind Akaashi, using him as a human shield. His face was as stoic as ever, shaking his head slightly at his friend's antics.

"We meant to go to the store before coming here but Bokuto couldn't wait." Akaashi sighed, glancing over his shoulder to look at you, "I was planning on bringing him here so you can babysit him while I go back out and get some stuff for us to eat. Maybe watching a toddler will help you get your thoughts off of your ex."

"I am not a toddler!" Bokuto sat up, arms hanging loosely with his hands in his lap.

"Do you want snacks or not?"

"....Yes please."

It was funny watching the two best friends communicate with each other as you rubbed your tear stained cheeks. It was easy to forget what you were crying about when you had the two of them around. This wouldn't be the first time they got you through a hard time. When you had sprained your ankle during your own volleyball practice, Bokuto (and Akaashi, when were they ever really apart?) was there in no time with your favorite drink and gave you piggyback rides to and from school for a week.

Akaashi gave you a questioning look, waiting until you nodded to leave your room. Nobody knew how much Bokuto could be more than this setter. He wasn't going to leave you alone with him if it was going to be too much for you. They were here to make you feel better, he didn't want to stress you out or make things worse. His friend may not always think things through but he did.

Golden eyes followed your form as you sat down beside Bokuto, a small huff escaping your lips. Silence had fallen over the room once Akaashi shut the door and you were reminded of why they had come over. The chaos of their intial apperence was fading and the pleasant distraction from a few moments ago was gone. You sighed, staring at your own lap in thought. Bokuto looked like a lost puppy, unsure of what he should do. He didn't like this feeling, he never liked seeing you this way. He felt helpless.

You moved to lay on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Were you sad? It was hard to tell...Everything was going to be fine, this was just one small relationship but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"It sucks..." Your voice was soft, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah, I know." You could feel the bed dip as Bokuto took the spot next to you, laying on his back and taking up the rest of the space on your small bed. You didn't mind the proximity, his warmth was nice. Even without saying anything, the simple touches that were being shared between the two of you was comforting. The brushing of arms, the hints of sides pressed against each other. You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that in silence but after what felt like an eternity, you heard the creeking of the bed and a presence hovering over you. Cue you opening your eyes and almost fall off your bed when you see Bokuto's signature grin.

While the lower half of his body was still on his side of the bed, he was now holding his upperhalf above you with those strong muscles of his. Wait...What? You would be lying if you said that you hadn't snuck peeks of the ace during his practices. To you, Bokuto was never an option because he was just so more. The two of you were so close that the idea of doing anything more than playful flirting was nonexistent. He was just...Bokuto.

As he looked down at you with such caring eyes, you thought that maybe you were wrong. It made your stomach flip from the proximity between the two of you. This had never happened before. The two of you had laid on each other in the past, whether it was you laying with your head on his chest or Bokuto flopped on his stomach, laying over your legs. You had done that without blinking an eye but here he was, not even touching you in any way but still making you feel this flustered.

"You know this has nothing to do with you, right? You didn't do anything wrong." Bokuto spoke in a level voice, sounding more serious that he ever had. It was rare you saw this side of him. It was rare for anyone to see this side of him.

"You are one of the best people I know. It isn't right that this happened to you and I swear, 'Kaashi and I will do whatever we need to until you are back to being the same amazing person we know."

"I just, I feel so stupid Bo. I don't want to be sad over this jerk but I can't help it. It hurts...This is shitty. It isn't fair that he decided to lead me on. When...When I was breaking up with him, he said that he never cared. He just thought I was pretty and wanted to fool around. Why do people have to lie? It isn't nice..." Tears were streaming down your face now, blurring your vision until all you could see were the splashes of color of Bokuto's eyes.

Bokuto moved all of his weight onto his one forearm so he could cup your face with his now free hand. His thumb brushed over a stray tear, frowning. He didn't know what to do, you were too good of a person to be hurt like this. You should be treasured like the precious person that you were. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. He never was good with his words so he decided to act instead.

He kissed you.

It was a quick peck and nothing more. As you stared up at him, you were greeted with wide eyes mirroring your own confusion. You didn't know why he did it and he didn't know why either. Three seconds passed, three heartbeats passed, and then you pulled the boy back down to capture his lips once again. A spark shot through you, ignatiting a fire in your stomach that you didn't know you have.

Small gasps were exchanged in the quick moments the two of you pulled away. His hand ran down from your cheek to gently caress at your neck, causing a shiver to run through you. Bokuto was very outgoing with all of his actions but here he was, slowly dancing his lips along your own with gentle contemplation. The flush of your cheeks changed from being due to crying to something else, something that even your ex had never made you feel. Perhaps deep down you knew that you weren't meant to be with him.

As one of Bokuto's hands was placed right next to your head, his free hand slowly snuck under your loose shirt to ghost over your skin warm. His thumb traced over your top rib, just hinting where he could touch if he only moved a few inches higher. His rough and calloused palm from spiking ran over your smooth stomach, causing your breath to hitch and shivers to run up your spine. This was not how you thought today was going to go, but you weren't going to complain.

"Bo..." You whined, head tilting to the side as his lips attacked the soft skin of your neck. His teeth were nipping with just enough pressure for you to feel it, tongue soothing the area just as quickly. Bokuto was like a man dying of thirst and you were the oasis shimmering before him.

His kisses started at your jaw with nothing more than butterfly kisses but he slowly began to suck your delicate skin the further he went down. Simple kisses turned into ones with the intent on leaving purple marks that would remind you of that night. It wasn't until he reached just below your collarbone that his teeth nipped your skin enough for a small sting to be left but Bokuto didn't give you any time to focus on that feeling before he was kissing your skin again.

When had Bokuto learned how to do something like this? For all you knew, the boy hadn't dated anyone before. He never mentioned any late-night meetings with anyone. He had told you and Akaashi the first time he had kissed a girl (A girl had kissed him to convince some creep that they were dating. They were not). The owl was so excited, just going on and on how soft girls' lips were. He wasn't even talking about that girl specifically. He just went on a rant the next day at school about how amazing girls were. It was cute.

"I always thought that guy was terrible for you," He gasped out in between kisses, golden eyes staring up at you with such an intensity that only Bokuto could have, "Every time you complained about him, I always wanted to say how I would be so much better for you, but 'Kaashi always said that I was being overprotective."

A laugh escaped your swollen lips, the butterflies in your stomach being released. No longer were you feeling too shocked about what was going on. There was no way to keep yourself from getting flustered by the boy's actions but now you could enjoy it. You didn't have to feel guilty that you had just broken up with your boyfriend and that this would just mean you were sleazy. The nagging voice of your ex was slowly disappearing and Bokuto's voice was taking its place.

"But I was totally right, right?" His head pulled back, putting most of his weight onto his hand pushed against the bed so he was hovering over you once again. The gentle caresses evolved into Bokuto gripping your side as if afraid that if he let go, you would fade away like a ghost.

"Right." Your hands that had been gripping at the boy's shirt moved to wrap around his neck to pull him back down for a kiss. Your confidence was growing and that only egged Bokuto on to go further. Every action started with hesitation but as soon as you gave any sign of the go-ahead, the boy would go at it with everything he had. People couldn't say that Bokuto didn't try his best in everything that he cared about, that's for sure.

But all good things can't last forever and Akaashi could only take so long getting the snacks.

"I'm coming in so stop making out or whatever." Akaashi pounded on the door, causing Bokuto to jump like he was more of a cat than an owl. You shot up to fix your shirt as Bokuto pushed himself away. He may be an amazing volleyball player but he wasn't always the best at remembering his surroundings as a loud thump resounded in the room. Akaashi walked into the room to see you, still on your bed with red cheeks and heavy breaths, and Bokuto laying on his back on the ground, his foot being the only part still on the bed. Akaashi only sighed, walking in with the goodies he had gotten from the store.

You couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if the dark-haired boy hadn't interrupted. The thoughts of your ex were all but forgotten and replaced with the excitement of the future that awaited you with Bokuto.

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Whatever It Takes

Previous Chapter : Alex - Resurgence

Alex is now assigned to the 141 with the task of defeating Nero. Meanwhile, the Scottish Solider, John "Soap" MacTavish is tasked to train the newest addition to the squad. Will he be able to prepare her for the rescue mission bound to happen soon? Why am I asking you questions? Are you really reading this bit of text?

Chapter 2 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

F.N.G.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Headquarters - Briefing Room

Nero.

This was John's first official target after being moved to the 141. He was excited and terrified at the same time. He wanted to run another round at the Obstacle Course right after this brief. He wanted to be 100% fit for this job. He learned a lot at Verdansk and realized that he always had to be ready for the worst.

The briefing ended with Captain Price calling him over. John easily followed the British Captain as they huddled for a small discussion.

"Hey lad. Heard you're beating everyone's records in the training room." Price chuckled and tapped his shoulder, his thick moustache wiggled on his every word.

"Anything to get me in top shape, Sir." he humbly replied, grinning a little at the praise he gave him.

"I got a little task for you. See that girl over there?" he pointed toward a soldier in uniform by the chairs, her straight black hair fell as she took off her baseball hat.

"Aye. What about her." John questioned, his eyes focused on the subject hand.

"General Shepherd wants her in at the last minute. Just make sure she's ready for tomorrow." Price whispered as he quietly left and made his way toward the other members.

"Is she-" John leaned and realized Price already left.

"Bloody Great." he muttered as he crossed his arms, Price already left.

John joined the rest of the team involved in the Nero case as they walked a straight line across the hallway, each slowly dispersing to wherever they were needed to be, until such time that the only ones left were Gary or Roach, Alex, the CIA from Verdansk who lost his leg in a fight somewhere, and the new girl.

"Soap?" Gary called. The fellow ex-sergeant looked at him as if he wanted to ask a favor.

"Whatcha got there Roach?" Soap replied, his accent articulated each word quickly.

"I've got my hands full escorting Alex to his quarters. Do you mind sending France here to the training grounds? Price told me you were going that way, anyway." Gary asked politely, scratching the back of his head.

Soap nodded. He's going to help her train anyway, so that's two birds in one stone.

"Aye. I'll take care of her." Soap spoke quickly, nodding at the two as they make their way to their destination.

"Cool guy huh, wonder what happened to his leg." France mused. Soap rolled his eyes toward her not tilting his head.

"Heard he had to manually detonate a chain of c4 charges. Everyone initially thought he died due to the explosion." Soap replied as he gestured her to follow him to the training area, whose entrance was at the far side of the building.

The walk was too quiet but Soap was sure she's following. Her footsteps echoed the halls right after his steps. He wasn't the best at meeting people but he tried his best to get comfortable, she's going to be a teammate after all.

"So, what's your deal here?" he spoke, his voice echoed across the empty halls.

"What?" she replied.

"You heard me." was all he said.

"Stealth tactics and close combat." She muttered. MacTavish raised his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hmm. We're going to be playing in an open field soon. What made Shepherd think you're up for this?" his question was out of sheer curiosity but the female soldier furrowed her brows and took it differently.

"Maybe he thinks I'm that good." she retorted, emphasizing the word 'that'.

Soap stopped on his tracks and turned to her,

at this angle she could only see his left eye, noting the scar that ran across his eyebrows down to his upper cheek.

"Then why are we heading to the training room? You could just take a rest or something. Relax that best condition of yours." he complained. France stared at her angrily, his overall attitude towards her was questionable, and she expected Gary's words were true, guess he lied or he was wrong.

"Formality." she said, her voice felt it was holding back emotion.

"Aye. Then let's go." John turned back and continued walking to the training area. His mind was silently tracking her steps is she's still following. He couldn't help but sigh at the attitude he showed earlier, but what can he say? He wasn't good at people and it's something he wished to improve on here at the 141.

"Switching to your sidearm is faster than reloading." he muttered over France who was halfway through the course. He couldn't see it but he felt her roll her eyes as if saying, "I know that already." as she coursed through the area, shooting enemies and evading civilians. When she said she was great at stealth and close combat, she wasn't lying. Soap noticed how she smoothly maneuvered through the area, she knew which walls to hug, which enemies needed to be killed first to allow space and which spots would be the weakest and easiest to breach through. Soap was utterly impressed by her skills and now realized why Shepherd insisted on adding her last minute. This lass got some skill.

"1 minute and forty three seconds. Pretty good for your first." Soap mused noting her time.

"Let's-"

"Wait." she panted, catching her breath and looked at the board.

"I wanna go again." she exhaled. Soap turned his head in confusion.

"Okay. Then ready up." he casually instructed her as she made her way back to the start of the course.

"I'm never leaving this place until I get to that top spot." she waved and jogged to the start of the course. MacTavish chuckled.

"You could try." he boasted, but she was far enough for her to hear him. And that was what he intended.

Second try. Soap noticed a sudden spike in her efforts clearing the first area in as early as twenty seconds. Soap actually felt nervous, he wasn't rooting for her to beat him but at the same time he wanted her to… A little competition wouldn't hurt. He thought to himself

"Stop." she panted.

"Forty-five." He muttered, trying not to sound impressed.

"Another one." she panted.

"You sure? Don't over exert yourself." he replied.

"Just give me water." France demanded, lowering her rifle on the desk. Soap turned to her and nodded.

"Fine. It's over there. I'll bring you there."

"Great."

"What did you do to get that record? I tried it twice and I can't find a quicker route without taking a lot of time." she asked as she placed the cup on the desk.

"I could show you, because I can't put it into words." he muttered. France always found his words boastful, maybe because she didn't really like this guy's general attitude or maybe she expected a different John.

"Yeah? The master shows me a live demo?" she mused jokingly. She wanted to get into his nerves, if he's going to behave that way towards her then she isn't backing out without a fight.

"More like, the master teaches you how to ace this course. There's a pen and paper over there if you want to take notes." he winked and ran to the course. France crossed her arms and watched the Scottish soldier take the course. It was impressive, he was quick on his feet and accurate on his shots, never wasting a single second to think what's next. He finished the first part in under 10 seconds, France's jaw wanted to drop but she forced herself not to. She still had a lot of time to beat that record, and she isn't going to stop until she made it to the top.

Thirty-four seconds was all he took to finish the course. He didn't huff or show signs of exhaustion, France only noticed a faster rise and fall of his chest.

"So, how did I go?" Soap placed his rifle on the table in front of her.

"It was good. You're actually fast. If you give me enough time, I'll beat you and rise on the top of that list." she said proudly.

You got yourself a deal." he chuckled, leaving his hand open for a handshake, a sign of promise. She smiled sarcastically and walked out of the training area, something Soap never expected from her.

"Finally, some good competition within the base." he muttered as he picked up the rifles, unloaded them and placed them back on the armory. They didn't finish the whole training course protocol, but it's a simple thing to lie about to Price when he asks for it soon.

It was lunchtime when John finally spotted his new found rival. She sat on the usually empty table, which was now occupied by her and Alex, 141's FNGs. A Fucking New Guy and A Fucking New Gal. He lifted his tray and went straight to their table. Gary stopped his funny raccoon story and watched his fellow comrade leave their table and move to the new ones. Ghost didn't mind the move, he didn't mind anyone's affairs anyway. He just sat there and continued chewing on his food while listening to Gary's hometown shenanigans.

"Hey Alex. Do you mind if I sit here?" Soap smiled and asked the former CIA. Alex nodded in agreement and tapped his shoulder. It was a long time since they once saw each other and Alex noted the changes he had been through.

"Whoa MacTavish, impressive gains you had there. Almost didn't recognize you." Alex greeted. MacTavish sat down and placed his tray containing a single red apple.

"Verdansk taught me that I needed to be better." he muttered eyeing at the new gal who wasn't even looking at them.

"You're looking pretty fine yourself!" Soap laughed at Alex's new tan, something he wasn't aware he had.

"Yeah. This is what happens when you miss the beach so much." he scratched his head, laughing.

"So… Nero. I heard you already acquainted yourself to him." Soap informed, Alex turned to him.

"Not directly, but my previous case was about him."

"What's his deal? Intel says it's not classified as terror activity yet. Why are we after him?"

"He's got large connections to the CIA with a serum capable of deleting, altering and extracting memories. Multiple people are already reported missing and reappearing in a trance state and they think it's in preparation for a global threat." France accidentally scraped her fork causing the two to turn to her. What they saw was France, looking down on her plate, tears slowly falling, her hands gripped the utensils tightly ready to be used as weapons.

"You okay, lass?" Soap finally broke the silence.

"Ttthey.. " she sobbed, her sentence was cut off as she started to catch up with her breathing.

"There there…" Alex immediately rushed to her side to console her. Soap tried to reach out to her hand but she quickly retreated it to her pockets.

"They took my sister… and they're going to pay." she spoke softly, continuing her tears. It must be rough to have someone you hold dear get taken away. Soap thought.

"I lost someone too…" Alex whispered, France leaned on him and released her emotions. She found someone she could relate to. Soap realized that Alex may have lied just to console her, making him the second person who's willing to lie for her sake.

In the middle of all the chaos of the 141 cafeteria, the PA system alarmed the people involved on the Nero case to immediately report to the briefing room.

"Looks like the informants found something." Alex stated.

Chapter 3 : Run Through the Jungle

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Chapter 4 - The Sky’s Tsunami

3rd Person POV

"Audio files should be coming through," Skye tells Fitz. (Y/n) was sitting in the passenger seat of the van. "It's not compressed, so it might take a minute."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm getting it. So, uh, uh, when - when you get back, I'll show you my thing. A thing. It's not - I-It's my Hardware. My equipment. Let's . . . hang up."

(Y/n) giggles at Fitz's rambling and Skye smiles to herself.

"That should do it," Skye says, closing her computer.

"Let's head back," May says, going to climb into the van.

There's a noise outside and (Y/n) looks out the window, finding May being thrown into a wall. She goes to get out, but the door slams shut. (Y/n) goes incredibly silent as Mike Peterson and a little boy get into the van.

"Now drive," Mike demands.

"What about her?" the little boy asks pointing to (Y/n).

"Don't try anything," Mike says, and (Y/n) nods, glancing at Skye as the brunette drives away.

A little while later, Skye begins erasing Mike from the internet.

"How do you know this'll work?"

"I've done it before," Skye says, swallowing thickly.

"Look at this place," Ward comments from outside the van to Coulson. "You're willing to risk thousands of lives for a hacker and a SHIELD agent no one's ever heard of a week ago."

"Nobody's nobody Ward," Coulson says calmly. Inside, the man was grinning, guessing what Ward would think when he was disregarding an Avenger. "Fitz-Simmons will come through," Coulson continues, pulling out a bullhorn. "Mr. Peterson, good morning," Coulson's voice comes through the bullhorn, and (Y/n) sighs with relief. "We're not a threat. We're here to help. But you're in danger, and we need to take you in."

"What did you do?!" Mike snarls at (Y/n), who swallows thickly as Mike's skin glows orange.

All of a sudden, the door of the van flies off the side, hitting two officers and Coulson leans back, avoiding the door.

Mike grabs Skye and (Y/n)'s sleeves as well as his son's arm and drags them out of the van.

Mike pulls the three inside.

Skye kicks some guy in the no-no square, saying, "You're right - he is a little bitch!"

"Go! Get him!" one of the guys says and Mike pushes his son back.

"Ace! Get back!" Mike tells his son.

Skye takes Ace's hand and takes him towards a police officer, (Y/n) following to make sure the boy stayed safe.

Coulson hands Ace to a police officer, and Skye backs up as one of them runs towards her.

(Y/n) dodges out of the way of the man's punch and throws one of her own, then doing her sister's signature move, flooring the guy.

Skye's eyes widen as she catches a guy with his gun trained on her. She runs towards a door and tries to force it open. Mike covers Skye, and (Y/n) sprints after the two, sliding through the busted down door.

Mike tightens his hand around Skye's arm and drags her through a glass door.

"You got to stop!" Skye yells at him, pulling her arm out of his grip. "These people can help you!" Skye says, her bangs falling in her eyes.

"The men in suits? They're your buddies now?" Mike asks.

"Where did they take my son?!" Mike yells.

"He's safe!" (Y/n) says, running into the room.

Mike turns on her and (Y/n) grunts as the same man comes up with his gun and tries to shoot Mike and (Y/n) slides between the two. Blood begins flowing from (Y/n)'s shoulder and Mike falls over the edge of the glass as there's another shot from the guy.

May runs into the room, her eyes moving to (Y/n)'s shoulder and the man with the gun.

(Y/n) exchanges a glance with May and jumps over the side of the glass wall. Skye looks wide-eyed as May takes out the guy.

(Y/n) lands on her feet beside Mike and clasps a hand over her right shoulder as she looks at him.

"Come on, Mike," (Y/n) says. "We're trying to help."

"Trying to help!?" Mike says. "You took my son."

"We took him somewhere safe," (Y/n) tells him, her eyes closing for a moment as pain flows through her shoulder.

Mike faces Coulson and (Y/n) moves back to stand beside her father figure.

Coulson sets his gun on the ground.

"Think that means again?" Mike asks, his face glowing orange again. "I know you got men everywhere to put me down. I know how this plays out."

"I don't," Coulson responds, his face calm. "I know you got poison in your system. I know it's burning you up. Mike, the last guy who wore that exploded."

"I'm not like that other guy. I'm -" Mike pauses, glancing around. "It matters who I am - inside if I'm a good person. If I'm strong." (Y/n)'s (E/c) gaze had softened.

"I know you're strong, Mike," (Y/n) says, her hand still pressed to her bleeding shoulder. She takes a step forward, level with Coulson.

"Your boy knows it," Coulson tells him. "He needs you to let us help."

"You took him!" Mike yells, desperation in his voice. "You took my wife, my job, my house. You think this is killing me?!" Mike lifts his arm, showing the Centipede on his arm. "All over, there's people being pushed down, being robbed."

(Y/n) sees Skye and May running up behind her and Coulson out of the corner of her eye.

"One of them tries to stand up, you got to make an example of him," Mike continues, ripping a pillar out of the ground.

"You bring this building down on us, will that help them?" Coulson asks.

"That's a lie! All you do is lie!" Mike yells, swinging the pillar and knocking down the rest of the structure. "You said if we worked hard . . . If we did right . . . We'd have a place. You said it was enough to be a man. But there's better than man. There's gods. And the rest of us . . . What are we? They're giants. We're what they step on."

"I know," Coulson says softly.

"We've seen giants -" (Y/n) adds, stepping forward to stand with Coulson again.

"That privilege cost me . . . nearly everything," Coulson says.

Mike's expression turns sad.

"But the good ones . . ." Coulson spares a glance at (Y/n) at his side. "The real deal - They're not heroes because of what they have that we don't. It's what they do with it."

"You're right, Mike," (Y/n) says, meeting the man's gaze. "It matters who you are."

"I could, you know?" Mike says softly, a look of regret on his face. "Be a hero."

"I'm counting on it," Coulson tells the man.

There's a silent gunshot and Mike falls backward, (Y/n) and Coulson's eyes go wide.

Jemma runs past, her eyes full of tears. She checks on Mike, and a relieved smile spreading across her face.

"Oh thank God," (Y/n) murmurs.

Skye walks away from the two-story white house, a dog barking after her.

Skye sighs, turning to walk beside Coulson, "I told him his father was coming home."

"He will," Coulson says, as he and Skye walk towards LOLA. "We have some experience with this."

"He almost blew," Skye says softly. "We almost died."

"We have some experience with that, too," Coulson admits.

"Don't have it all under wraps?" Skye asks.

"Yeah," Coulson says. "We didn't cut off the head of the Centipede. Whoever sponsored that little experiment is still out there, among other things."

Coulson and Skye get into LOLA.

"It's a brave new world," Skye says. "And a really old car."

"LOLA can keep up," Coulson says. "What about you? Have you thought about the offer?"

"Hitching a ride on the crazy plane?" Skye asks. "I'm not exactly a team player."

"We're not exactly a team," Coulson admits. "But we're in a position to do some good. You'd be a great help. And you'd be front row center at the strangest show on Earth, which is, after all, what you wanted."

"I was able to hack SHIELD from my van," Skye says, raising an eyebrow. "You're gonna show me something new?"

The phone rings.

"Go," Coulson says.

"Sir, we've got an 0-8-4," Ward says. "And someone docking on the top of the plane."

"I know whose docking on the plane," Coulson says. "And is that confirmed?" he asks.

"They want us to go in and confirm it," Ward says.

"What's an 0-8-4?" Skye asks.

"You've got exactly ten minutes to decide if you really want to know," Coulson says, starting the engine of the red car.

"There's no way we can make it to the airfield in -" Skye stops as LOLA rises to the air with a whirring noise. "- ten minutes."

"The tide is rising," Coulson says, a smirk on his face.

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Haikyuu Masterlist

Toru Oikawa x F!Reader

Song ~ I think I’m in love by Kat Dahlia.

Warning - Swearing

Fluff, SFW.

Word Count ~ 8.8k

Under renovation!

I won’t lie to you guys I have been writing this one for about 3 weeks it’s been hard with going back to work I have barely had the time to do it.

Posted 08/07/20

Oikawa had first seen her at a practice match against Shiratorizawa that was held at the start of his third year, she was the team's manager, he was awestruck by her. Her (H/L) (H/C) was tied back out of her face in a French braid, she had a massive grin, and her (E/C) eyes seemed to glimmer with excitement. When he heard her loud joyous laugh rang though the gym it was clearly at something Tendo had done, he knew he wanted to listen to that sweet musical sound spill from her lips every day for the rest of his life.

The match had ended with Shiratorizawa beating Seijoh, three-set to two. Even with Oikawa pushing himself to play at a hundred and fifty percent, as he wanted to show off, he wanted her to notice her. The pang of jealous that rip through him when she hugged Ushijima and congratulated him, what made it worse was when he hugged her back! He felt his jaw clench painfully tight; his eyebrows frown into a glare, his knuckles turned white at the tightness he squeezed his bottle of water.

"What are you glaring at?" Oikawa head turned in the direction of his childhood best friend, Iwaizumi.

"No one." His brown eye's flicked back to where the (H/C) girl was stood talking to Ushijima, with a closed-eyed smile at him, upon her tiptoes patting his head, while he had to lean down for her as she was relatively short compared to him, it caused Oikawa to glare at the pair again.

"Wait? Are you jealous of Ushijima right now." Before he could control his facial reactions, his eyes grew large, and his eyebrows shot up. Iwaizumi instantly knew he had hit the nail on the head. "That's his sister, Shittykawa." Iwaizumi told him as he walked away, not before catching the bewildered look on his friend's face, Iwaizumi, bit back his smug look as he walked away.

"Since when does that bastard Ushiwaka have a sister?"

The next time Oikawa saw the girl was inter-high preliminaries, but that didn't matter, she was all that was on his mind. He trained extra hard, so hard that he hurt his knee again, but he knew that she was going to be here and he wanted, well needed her even, to notice him.

(Y/N) had seen him at the start the day with his fangirls they had made him food, and he had said they were terrific asking if they had made them for him, making (Y/N) and rolled her eyes. She had to stifle her giggles when Iwaizumi hit him in the back of the head with a volleyball but the look of fear on Oikawa's face when he saw who it was, was absolutely priceless and caused some to escape.

Oikawa looked past Iwaizumi, spotting the girl who has been on his mind for the past two months, he saw by the way her shoulders shook he could tell she was giggling, the pain in the back of his head subsided as he rubbed the spot where the ball hit, if she was going to laugh at his expensive then he was happy to get hit in the back of the head with a volleyball. His eyes locked with hers for a second "(Y/N)! Come on!" and just like that, she disappeared from his sight once again.

After Seijoh's first match had ended, Oikawa had found himself leaning on the wall, his elbow was resting upon it with his chin placed on hand as he watched over the game that is happening below. Well, he wasn't exactly watching the game below him, his eyes were on the beautiful girl sitting on the bench with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. Her hair was in in a ponytail this time. Some had come loose and fallen around her face, gently framing it, every time a few strands fell in front of her eyes, she would huff and her eyes squinting in annoyance before tucking it behind her ear again, he found it cute. His eyes zeroed in on the way her nose crinkled as she watched the game, making notes on the game and the players. The slight smile that graced her face when her brother scored a point was mesmerising.

Ushijima had noticed Oikawa looking in the direction of his sister, he had seen it at the practice match as well, one thing for sure is that Ushijima was not happy that Oikawa was eyeing up his baby sister, no way was that guy going near her, he wouldn't be having any of that, he had heard the rumours of him being a fuckboy, and that was the last thing he wanted his sister to be around. Ushijima was hoping (Y/N) hadn't noticed the prat.

What Ushijima and Oikawa didn't know was it that she already had, (Y/N) noticed the boy at practice match, it was hard to miss the look she received from the boy or the cheers from his fangirls that came to that match. (Y/N) won't deny that she thought he was handsome, that he was on her mind, ever since the practice match she has thought of him, those brown eyes and the way they sparkled, the way his hair flicked, the cheeky grin his face held and his passion for volleyball draws her to him. There was no way though that (Y/N) was going to let him know that he caught her attention if he wants anything to do with her he would have to work for it.

The first time they spoke was after the final match of Seijoh and Shiratorizawa with the latter being once again undefeated. Oikawa was walking back to the bus, he was frustrated that they had lost once again, lost in thought of trying to work out how he was going to win in the next match against Shiratorizawa he bumped into someone, his hand shooting out to catch the small figure that bumped into him. As he looked down his heart jumped in his chest when he saw who was warped in his arms and secured firmly against his chest, her hands where placed on his chest, Oikawa was sure he that she could feel his heart racing.

"You're Shiratorizawa's manager and Ushijima's sister, right?" Oikawa asked he realised she had to be a good couple of inches shorter than himself, he loved the feeling her in his arms, a whiff of sweet peachy-scent filled his sense. Her (E/C) eyes staring up into his doe-like as she cocked her head to one side, before lightly pushing against his chest and stepping back, Oikawa tried not to sigh or frown at the loss of contact.

"That's me. You are Seijoh captain, Toru Oikawa." Her voice was like honey to his ears, sweet, soothing and addictive.

"You know me?"

She nodded and hummed in reply. "I know everyone on all the teams, I am the manager after all, and well, your serve is hella impressive, and you are a great setter." A slight blush formed over his cheeks at the compliment, if anyone else told him he was a great setter he would generally brush it off with a shrug and a - yeah I know. Coming from her though it was a totally different ball game, his crush had just complimented him, and he had no clue how to respond.

"Also, No one can't miss the looks you give me, especially the one's you sent to me while watching the match the other day from the stands, and the glare you sent when I hugged my brother at the practice match." Her face held a smug look as Oikawa was taken back. She had noticed him back then, on the inside he was jumping for joy, his crush had noticed him, but at the same time, he thought shit she's seen the looks I've sent her, and she was very good at being sly about it.

"You noticed me?" He wheezed out as if he all the air was knocked out of his lunges, which couldn't help but make her giggle, he practically melted at the sound, his face softens as the sound met his ears his eyes turning into a gentle look of adoration as he watched her cover mouth with her fingers to conceal the giggle.

"You are hard not to notice, pretty boy." Patting his cheek. "Anyway, I forgot something. So thanks for the save. I'll see you around, pretty boy."

He watched as she walked away, a hand in the air waving bye not even turning around to look at him, the sway of her hips and the way her hair bounced with each step, yep he had fallen for her and fallen hard.

Maybe, just maybe it was time to try and love again.

During the start summer holidays they bumped into each other at the beach, well more like Oikawa stalked her Twitter and found out that she had a day trip planned at the beach a week later and proceed convinced the team that they need a relaxing day at the beach, the exact same day.

(Y/N) had later posted a group selfie of them all confirming that they still went on the beach day. The girls were either sunbathing, swimming or playing some three on three beach volleyball games. The boys were walking along the beach when Oikawa finally spotted her, his eyes ran over her body; she was wearing a turquoise bikini with white high waisted shorts, Seijoh colours suited her, like really suited her. It made his heart do somersaults in his chest and made him have some thought he shouldn't but will most differently be remembering tonight. (Y/N) caught sight of him out the corner of her eye and waved the Seijoh team over, to join them.

"Hey, pretty boy." She grinned at him, held the volleyball to her right hip, with her left hand placed sassily on her other hip.

"Wanna join us?" she asked, launching the ball at towards him. He wasn't expecting the force or the speed behind it as he caught it, but then again, her brother is one of the top three aces in the country. He could feel Iwaizumi's glare in the side of his head; he had just worked out why Oikawa had so desperately convinced the team to go to the beach.

Wasn't long till they spilt into teams, six on six, (Y/N) and Oikawa ended up on opposite sides. It got competitive very quickly, they didn't play by standard rules, everyone seemed to play whatever position was needed and (Y/N) was jumping around the court like a child on a sugar high after coming out of an all you can eat sweet shop, she went from being a wing spiker to libero and a setter in no time flat. They just kept playing till they were fed up not wanting to play anymore.

"Want to stop and grab some ice cream?" Oikawa gestured over his shoulder with his thumb towards little cafe he had noticed.

Oikawa asked (Y/N) if she wanted to go for a walk along the beach not long after the match had ended, walking next to one another with close proximity he once again caught the scent of peaches and cream it was barely there the smell of salt nearly masking it, but he could still smell it. The conversation between the two just flowed with no hesitation or lost for what to talk about, it didn't take long for (Y/N) to discover his love for aliens as well as theories, he found out about her passion for ancient history.

"Sure, that sounds good" (Y/N) nodded and grinned. Stepping inside the door that Oikawa held open for her, giving him a polite nod as thanks before looking around, on the outside, it looked like a little beach hut style cafe. Once you step inside it was actually a retro-looking American style dinner with booths and hanging on the walls vinyl and pictures of prominent artist from the fifties like Elvis and Ray Charles, in one corner there was the old-style jukebox that had the king of rock and roll himself playing.

"Take a seat where ever you like lovelies, I'll come and take your order in a moment." A lady in her mid to late forties said to the pair from behind the counter, her American accent rang through strongly as she spoke. Taking a seat opposite one another in one of the window booths placing the menu in between them. They couldn't believe how many types there were, either they could have one to themselves or share one. They both seemed to be drawn to The Ultimate Banana Spilt, with bananas, cherries, chocolate-covered strawberries, chocolate, strawberry and vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, brownie pieces, fudge, caramel, wafers and sprinkles, it was a heart attack on a plate but sounded terrific!

"That one!" They both pointed at it at the same time, causing them to laugh.

The same women from behind the counter came over, taking the order. "What a cute couple you two make." She gushed over them, causing them to become flustered and stutter in denial, while the lady looked utterly unconvinced. "What can I get for you both?" Oikawa quickly ordered the sundae and a couple of soft drinks, to stop it from being more awkward, which turned out it actually only makes it worse when the women smirked and commented, "The perfect sundae for a couple."

The pair looked each other as the blush flushed cross their cheeks before (Y/N) just shrugged shaking her head.

When they had finished the sundae which they were both impressed that managed to, it was huge! They slowly wander back along with the shore barefoot, the waves licking at their feet laugh at stories they told one another, mostly (Y/N) revealing to him some of the embarrassing stories of Wakatoshi had done when they were children.

"(Y/N)!" Her head flicked forward to see her brother storming his way towards them.

"Speak of the devil." She mumbled while Oikawa chuckled nervously as Ushijima glared at him, it was a deathly glare, you know the overprotective brother glare.

"(Y/N), we're leaving." he gently but firmly grabbed her wrist as he dragged her back towards her friends and few from the Shritorizawa team. (Y/N) mouthed him a sorry before making a phone with her hand holding up to her ear and winked at Oikawa.

"Ushijima!" He yelled, watching as they both turned around, (Y/N) tilted her head to one side hinting for him to continue, while her brother continued to glare at him, "You should have come to Aoba Johsai, the colours really suit you." He smirked as he watched her laugh and shake her head at him before she stuck her tongue out at him.

Oikawa's eyes flickered to Wakatoshi which just freaked him out, the glare he received was as if he had just asked for a death wish from what Oikawa had just said. It was going to be hard to get Wakatoshi to allow him to see (Y/N) again. He thought back to the fact that (Y/N) wanted him to call her, jumped fist-pumping the air in excitement, screw Wakatoshi he liked this girl, and he was going to become friends with her and get her to fall for him.

But that was when it clicked...

He doesn't have her number.

Groaning, he threw his head back, covering his face with his hands. Why was it so hard to get the girl he liked?

"What's up Shittykawa?" Iwaizumi appeared next to Oikawa kicking his side lightly while Oikawa sat on the sand, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared out to sea with a dejected look on his face. "(Y/N), not what you expected her to be?"

"She was more than I expected, she is amazing, she has a great sense of humour, and she is the complete opposite to her brother, she's outgoing, and she's such a happy go lucky person. She even told me to call her." Oikawa smiled gently at the memories of the day.

"So?"

"I don't have her number."

"The one girl you've ever wanted since that bitch and you failed to get her number. Impressive."

Iwaizumi bit back the dry chuckle as he realised his best friend was smitten with this girl, and he was glad for that, he deserved to be happy, especially after Oikawa's ex broke his heart, and he retreated to flirting and fuck buddies.

But didn't matter how smitten he was Oikawa still failed to even get her number, how useless could he be? He could flirt with his fangirls with no problem and get their number with ease, but this one, he seems like he has lost all his charm and wit whenever she is nearby. Iwaizumi realised how much of a forgetful idiot Oikawa had to be, he literally tracked her down and found her twitter, how has he managed to forget this? "Twitter." Was all Iwaizumi said as he walked away to find the rest of the Seijoh team.

New life suddenly filled the boy, his bubbly playful personality had come back, "Iwa-chan! You're the best!" he called after his best friend.

Throughout the summer, after Oikawa sent her a message on Twitter and gotten her number. The pair would try to meet up at least once a week, going out on different days out ranging from visiting the mall, go to the cinema to see the latest horror movie and make fun of it, to the planetarium or just sitting in the park or a cafe and trying to work out what people do with there lives and chatting, they didn't care as long as they were together. While they were at the mall the pair went in a book store (Y/N) had found Oikawa a book full of facts about aliens, she just had to buy it and give it to him for his birthday, which he didn't even try to hide or deny was his favourite present.

The team quickly noticed the change in his behaviour after that. He was always on his phone, a small love-struck smile graced his face or laughing at something he read the only time he wasn't like this was when they were practising. (Y/N) was just as bad, everyone had noticed the difference in the pair, Iwaizumi instantly knew the reason, and Ushijima had an inkling of who it was causing the changes in his younger sister, but was praying he was wrong, and Oikawa hadn't managed to catch his sister's attention, pray that them hanging out at the beach hadn't sparked this side to her.

Once they were back to school in September, it became so much harder for the pair to see each other, both Aoba Johsai and Shiratorizawa training extra hard for the inter-high tournament and for nationals. They still texted each other when they could and would have hushed late-night calls about there day and Oikawa telling (Y/N) all about the alien theories, and he had some that linked into ancient Egyptian history he had found on twitter. He had stopped flirting with his fangirls. His mind was always on the younger Ushijima, he already had decided that he wanted to change that damn last name of hers.

It was the inter-high tournament the next time they were able to see each other, with weekend practices and school, they struggled to see one another since the middle of September, and their phone calls and texts had become rarer the closer they got to the tournament, so they had agreed to meet before the first matches, they were both sat in a quiet secluded corner catching up on everything that had happened.

Oikawa had gotten a kick out of the fact that the second the matches ended for Shiratorizawa, she was up in the stands watching his games, cheering them on. The semifinal match for Shiratorizawa was held before Seijoh's so she had made it just in time to watch, she lipread all his teammates telling something about him that he will owe them Ramen if he misses.

"Oi, Pretty boy!" She yelled from the stands, she watched as his eyes dart around the bleachers trying to figure out where she was when he finally locked on to her, Oikawa couldn't help the smile that graced his lips when he noticed her figure that was leaning against the wall with a lazy yet cheeky grin on her lips as she rests her cheek on her hand before he mouthed a sassy what to her.

"You know how I like my Ramen!"

Chuckling and shook his head as he gave her a thumbs-up. All the while, his teammates gave him a smug look suddenly working out who was behind all the texting and longing lovestruck eyes he sent at his phone when it hasn't buzzed in a while.

(Y/N) could feel the murderous glares coming from all directions around her, turning around looking at all of his fangirls, smirking slightly she waved at them, before going back to watch the match. She could hear the mumbles about her being a Shiratorizawa bitch, and she must be the whore that took their Toru Oikawa away from them.

It was an intense match, with the scores always being so close, (Y/N) was gripping the wall the entire time she didn't move from her spot the whole game, praying that Seijoh would win, she knew Oikawa's dream to get to nationals, even though she knew he had to go up against her brother team in the next round she would want Oikawa to win, she wanted his dream to come true.

So when they lost her heart broke for him, when they thanked everyone in the bleachers for coming to the game and their eyes locked, (Y/N) sent him a faint, sad smile and she could see the tears he was holding back. Without a second thought, she ran to the doors to his side of the court.

She waited patiently leaning against the wall for them to walk out, one by one they did each and every one of them looking so lifeless and upset. When Iwaizumi walked out and saw her, he checked over his shoulder before looking back at the girl sending a slight nod in her direction giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before he follows after the rest of the team. Oikawa was the last one to step through the door, with a demoralised look on his face. He was clearly the most upset of the whole team. (Y/N) watched him her head tilted to one side as she gave him a tight smile, her heart cracking even more as she saw how lugubrious the boy she had come to treasure so dearly looked.

"Come here, pretty boy." (Y/N) whispered as she walked towards him, pulling him into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, as he buried his face into her neck and his arms around her waist, he inhaled her peach scent finding comfort in it.

"I thought you ran up the stairs and way from me cause you were disappointed in me." He mumbled into her neck so quietly she barely heard what he said.

"Oh, Toru," She began tenderly, as if not to scare him, her voice was so gentle and compassionate, she chooses her words carefully before continuing. "No, I wasn't disappointed in you. I couldn't ever be disappointed in you, you played so well today, I was so proud of you." She laced her fingers into his hair as she tried to comfort the boy in front of her, as she felt the silent tears stream from his eyes and soak into her team's uniform jacket.

Pulling away from him, she cupped his cheeks, giving him another gentle smile, making him look in her eyes as she gently brushed the tears away with her thumbs. "Come on, I'll pick you up from your school once you have had the recap meeting and we can go get some food, just the two of us. Okay?"

He nodded, and they headed back to the entrance, the Shiratorizawa bus had already left, (Y/N) had driven to the stadium that morning anyway and she told the coach she was going to watch the Aoba Johsai - Karsuno game and to leave without her. Gently she pushed Oikawa on to his bus.

"I'll meet you by the gate, text me when you are done with the meeting." He nodded, taking a seat next to Iwaizumi as he watched her walk towards her car. Sitting down in the driver's seat, she leaned her head back in defeat. Shiratorizawa didn't lose often, and it hurt when they did but nothing like this. That is when she realised that she didn't just love Toru Oikawa, she was in love with him.

Head over heels in love with him.

"Fuck." She groaned, lightly banging her head on her steering wheel. She wasn't upset that she had fallen in love with him, it was more that she was scared her brother would kill him because Toru Oikawa clearly liked her, the boy wasn't very good at hiding the looks he sends her when he thinks that (Y/N) isn't looking.

Her phone dinged loudly making her jump as she was too deep in thought with whether or not she should tell Oikawa her feelings for him, not because she wasn't worried he didn't feel the same it was more for his safety, she didn't want anything to happen to that pretty boy. Grabbing her phone, she saw it was from Wakatoshi, a standard blunt text.

Who won?

Karasuno. I'll text you when I'm back.

Throwing her phone back on the passenger chair, she switched on the engine and headed for a quick stop at the dorms to get changed before she drove to Seijoh.

Jamming the key into the lock of the beige colour door to her dorm. She quickly stripped and threw her team uniform on to her bed, (Y/N) changed into some faded blue jeans and an oversized jumper that was hanging off her shoulder. Grabbing her keys and wallet from her desk, she heads back out her door.

"Where are you going?" She jumped at the sound of her brothers voice behind her as she was locking her door.

"Out." She huffed, trying to push past her brother.

"Where." He asked against as he placed one of his large hands on her shoulder, stopping her.

"To get ice cream." (Y/N) replied as she pushed Toshi's hand off her shoulder, glaring at him as she walked past him. "I'm eighteen Toshi. I can drive, and I want ice cream. I'll be back later and will be ready for tomorrow."

"You better not be going to see that damn Seijoh captain." She heard Toshi call after.

"So what if I am, I'm my own person Toshi." She snapped at him, leaving the building.

Jogging down the steps of the dorm building before jumping back in her car and continuing the short drive to Aoba Johsai. Parking up out the front of the Seijoh, (Y/N) got out the car and leaned against the bonnet of her car again as she fished her phone out of her jeans pocket seeing that Oikawa, her brother, Semi and Tendo had texted her, ignoring Toshi's, and Tendo's fifteen thousand texts, her friend needed her. She honestly wasn't in the mood to deal with her overprotective brother and his friend that he roped in to help him get information out of her. She smiled at the one Semi sent telling her to ignore the other two boys she replied a quick thanks.

Checking Oikawa's text that was sent ten minutes ago saying he was going to have a shower and will be there in ten, looking up she saw the boy gloomily trudging towards her, one hand stuffed in his trench coat pocket while he was scrolling on his phone, his hair falling flat against his forehead where it was still wet from his shower, not the usual sweeping style. Quickly sending him a text - Lookup. (Y/N) watched as his nose scrunched up and eyes squinted into a frown behind his glasses, as he read the message on his phone before looking up. (Y/N) giving him another smile, she beckoned him to jump in the car with her head before sliding into the driver seat once again.

She loved it when he wore his glasses just gave him this more relaxed look, and personally, she thought it made him look ten times more handsome, she had seen him in them quite a few times, she had let it slip that she like it when he wore them one time when he was too lazy to wear his contacts and from that time on Oikawa, seemed to always wear his glasses around her if he didn't have practice after their hang out.

(Y/N) tapped her fingers against the steering along to beat of the music that was playing quietly. Other than the music, the car was silent neither didn't really know what to say. (Y/N) had already decided where they were going for food hoping this would cheer him up, even if it was an hour-long drive. She glanced at Oikawa out the corner of her eye he had his chin resting on the palm of his hand while staring out the window, deep in thought. When they finally pulled up, the sun was beginning to set in the autumn sky, the hues of reds and oranges were painted across the magnificent lavender sky. Oikawa looked at her with raised eyebrows when we saw the little beach retro diner, the one that they went to that time at the beach, in front of them.

"Come on pretty boy you look like you're in need some ice cream." She said with a slight grin, tucking her hand in his, felt like if static shocks shot up their arms as their hands met before she tugged him inside away from the cold breeze blowing in from the sea.

"Oh, it's you two again! I see you finally got together." The same middle-aged women comment as she glanced at their conjoined hands. Going to pull her hand away, so people don't get the wrong idea again just caused Oikawa to tighten his grip. He needs this comfort right now and (Y/N) caught on to that as she squeezed back while just giving an awkward smile to the women.

Taking a seat in the same booth as last time, (Y/N) passed the menu to Oikawa "It's on me pretty boy, just pick what you want." She watched as his eye scanned over the menu, the indecisive look in his eyes.

"So what can I get you two?" The lovely lady asked. Oikawa frowned still not sure what to order. "You could always make your own if you like."

"We can?" He asked, looking back at the menu again, "could we please get the waffle sundae, with praline and vanilla ice cream, topped with, raspberries and strawberries and whipped cream." The lady nodded as wrote down all he said,

"Any sauce?" Oikawa looked at me, motioning for me to pick.

"A hazelnut and can we add sprinkles as well, oh and two Rio's please."

She nodded, walking away as she went to make it the sundae.

"How did you know that this place that would be open at this time of night?"

(Y/N) pulled her phone and waved it in the air, as she grinned "Google, of course."

Looking around the room, (Y/N) noticed that they were the only ones in the diner, getting up she walked over to the junk box, she couldn't help but get giddy when she saw that it was a proper vintage one, a massive one, it was filled with vinyl, there had to be a couple of hundred of the black plastic disks all from the fifties to eighties. She ran her hand over the top of the smooth wooden surface before grabbing the folder that contained all the songs available.

"What kind of music is this?"

Causing (Y/N) to gape at the boy next to her. "They're vinyl." She replied in a deadpan tone.

"I can see that, but I don't think I know too many of these songs." He said, looking over her shoulder at the book in her hand frowning as he read the titles of the songs.

"Are you telling me you know barely anything from the fifties to the eighties music-wise? Come on you got to know some, let's go with the sixties first." Her eyes scanned the page in front of her, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. Oikawa couldn't help but stare at her, that thinking face of hers was so cute, and he just wanted to squish her cheeks while peppering her face with kisses.

"Oo, how about this song." She typed in the number for 'Daydream believer' by The Monkees, they watched at the machine selected the correct vinyl, and it started to play, the sound of the music and the crackle from the vinyl had (Y/N) slow swaying from side to side her eyes fluttered closed as she quietly sang along. Oikawa was watching her with a gentle smile, she was so engrossed in the music really enjoying it. But no, he didn't know the song.

"Nope, don't know it." Her eye's flicked open, and her eyebrows shot up. Huffing as she ran her finger over the open book containing all the available songs.

"Ah-ha, you've gotta know this one," She tapping her finger on the song she had selected to play next, as the bass guitar at the start of 'Sweet Caroline' by Neil Diamond came through the speakers. She watched him with inquisitive eyes waiting for a reaction from Oikawa, he started to frown and shrugged, "I recognise it, but I don't really know it."

"Recognise it?!" Gawking at him. "Right, we are swapping to the seventies." (Y/N) flicked through a few pages to the list of songs from the seventies, he has to know AC/DC, and everyone knows Highway to Hell. Putting the song on the grin spread over (Y/N) face as the electric guitar started up, and she sang along.

"Oh! I know this one!" Oikawa grinned as it got to the chorus.

"Finally!" He couldn't help but laugh as she jumped for joy. "Okay, but we are still going to find out how uneducated you are in the realms of classic music. This one next."

The lady watched the pair from where she was creating their sundae, she couldn't help but watched the couple, she laughed quietly when at the look of shock on the girls faced when he didn't know the song—the different eras playing through the diner. It wasn't until Raspberry Beret came on and he didn't know who it was that she looked like she was about to have a complete mental break down.

"This is my favourite artist of all time! We are listening to all his songs on the drive home." She told him pointedly.

"Your food is ready." The pair looked at the table before sitting down and digging into her sundae, they chatted to whatever came to mind, flowing smoothly like water over a waterfall. Every now and again (Y/N) would quietly sing along to the songs, getting way too into Paradise City by Guns' n' Roses, tapping her fingers against the table to beat of the drums.

"Pretty boy! This is your song!"

"What? No, it's not," He chuckled at her passionate declaration.

"It so is!" She waved her "You are the kinda guy who would want to go to the paradise city where the grass is green, and the girls are pretty!" She told him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Well if the pretty girls, is actually just you then sure." The flirtatious tone to his voice caused the blush that coated (Y/N) cheeks were so red that they were on par with the strawberries on the plate in front of them.

"Toru?"

His eyes widen, that was the second time today that she had used his first name. Damn it, I have done fucked it. His whole brain had gone into panic mode as he thought that. "Y-yea?" He choked out as he gulped.

"Do you mind if we go for a walk there is something I want to talk to you about." He nodded, damn it, she was going to reject him, wasn't she? He knew it; he just ruined their friendship. Standing up, she went up to the counter, paying and the women handed her two takeaway cups.

"It's cold out there, here's some hot chocolate for you, on the house." She smiled, sending a wink at (Y/N) before shooing her out of the diner.

As they stepped out, the diner (Y/N) handed the hot chocolate to Oikawa. "That lovely lady gave us these on the house."

"That was kind of her. So, um, what did you want to talk about?" Rubbing the back of his neck as he nervously glanced out the corner of his eye at her.

"Can we walk a little first?" (Y/N) asked as she stepped on to the sand, she caught the nod that Oikawa gave as he followed after her.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was the only noise as they walked along the beach neither of them had spoken since they left the cafe, it wasn't an awkward silence, but you could sense the slight tension in the air, (Y/N) was trying to work out the right words to use to tell Oikawa that she had fallen for him.

"I realised something today." She didn't look at him, (Y/N) eyes were glued to the cup wrapped in her hands, she was so nervous, she wasn't sure whether or not this was the right time or even if this was the right thing to do, he didn't say anything, just continued to listen to what she had to say. "When Seijoh lost the match today it broke my heart, I know how much you want to get to nationals, I wanted you to win so badly, I was praying that Seijoh would win, that tomorrow you would go up against my brother's team, and even though I would be sat on the bench as their manager, but I would be rooting for you on the inside, continuously cheering you on."

His head turned to look at her in shock, he was not expecting her to say that.

"I want to always cheer you on, by your side for everything. I want to be there for your every win and be the one you lean on when you are feeling down and catch you when you fall, I want to be that person to you Toru, because, well..." She stopped and turned to face him, she shyly looked up into his swirling caramel brown eyes. "Well, it's because I've fallen for you, I've fallen in love with you Toru Oikawa."

Oikawa was stunned when she said she wanted to talk he was not expecting this. He was not expecting her to tell him that she was in love with him. Taking the cup out of (Y/N) he placed them both on the wall next of them, before cupping her face in his hands, brown meeting (E/C).

"And I want to be that for you too, I want to be the one you lean on, I want to be with you for every up and down, because I'm so in love you too (Y/N) Ushijima" He watched as the broad infectious smile spread across her lips, his eyes flickered between her eyes and lips.

"Can I..." Taking a deep, shaky breath before continuing "Can I kiss you?" He asked nervously as he wrapped one arm around her waist as his hand on the small of her back while his other hand brushed the hair from her face. He was so nervous, he never been timid when it came to kissing a girl, not even his ex but this, this was different, she was his world now, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin his chance right now.

(Y/N) bit her bottom lip, oh he hoped she didn't know the things that doing that was doing to him, she could most likely get him to do anything if she was to give him the puppy dog look while she bit her lip and the last thing he needed was her to know that it made him putty in her hands.

She gave a slight nod, it was so subtle that it if Oikawa's molten brown eyes weren't fixated on her face he would have surely missed it. The tip of tongue darted out between his lips wetting them as he dipped his head, his nose gentle brushed against hers there hearts were beating out of their chest. The butterflies that were fluttering around in his stomach as he apprehensively brushed his lips upon hers, their eyes fluttering shut at the contact when he felt one of her hands rest on the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling into his hair and the other gripping the front of his coat, pulling him closer, it was soft kiss and full of love, both of them pouring how they feel into it. They could taste the strawberries and hot chocolates on each other lips feeling as if they were on cloud nine. Oikawa pulled away, planing a soft peck against her lips before leaning his forehead against hers.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that." Oikawa planted a kiss against her temple and pulled her into a tight hug inhaling her peach scent again.

"Since the first match of the school year?" (Y/N) giggled wrapping her arms around his middle, burying her head into his chest as she inhaled his musky, sweet smell.

"Maybe~" He mumbled cheekily into her hair. (Y/N) noticed how affectionate he was, endlessly planting little butterfly kisses in her hair or he was twirling it around his fingers. He was continuously drawing patterns or rubbing circles on her back.

"So~ does this mean you're my girl now?"

"Is that how you ask someone to be your girlfriend, pretty boy?"

"Well, I have only had one other girlfriend." Tilting her head up (Y/N) raised her eyebrows not believing him. "Seriously and she dumped me cause I was too focus on volleyball."

"I think your passion for volleyball is cute." She kissed his cheek as she leaned up on her tiptoes.

"So will you be my girl to spoil and show off?"

"Hmm~" Tapping her chin and pouting her bottom her lip out, leaning back in arms so she could admire his pretty face. "Well, I suppose I could be."

He rolled his eyes at way she responded, but they widen at the feeling of her hands, gripping the front of his coat, pulling him down to plant a kiss on his lips once again. "I would love to be your girlfriend, but let's not tell my brother, for now anyway."

"That I agree with I don't want to die anytime soon."

"Like I would let him kill you." Shaking her head, grabbing their forgotten hot well luck warm chocolates they began to walk along the beach back towards the car their fingers entwined. Oikawa would make (Y/N) blush and go shy every time he would plant a kiss on the back of her hand, and he loved it, he wanted to make her blush all the time with cute gestures and little sweet nothings.

It was two days after the match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, with the outcome being that Karasuno had won. (Y/N) was missing her boyfriend, they were back to there text whenever they could, and the late-night phone calls had started again, but she wanted to spend time with him, she wanted to be with him all the time.

"Question? Why is Shiratorizawa's manager led on the floor of our practice court looking like she's having a mid-life crisis?"

"We don't have practice on Wednesdays I put my foot down and said we all need a break and because I am having a mid-life crisis. Your captain is an uncultured swine." The team just stared at her, noticing Oikawa hadn't actually arrived yet.

"You." (Y/N) Pointed at Matsukawa, "Who is the original performer of Uptown Girl?"

"Westlife." He replied without missing a heartbeat, holding up her phone she clicked something on her screen, and the wrong answer buzzer sound played.

"Wrong! Anyone else got the answer or are you all uncultured?"

"Billie Joel." The voice she loved said as he crouched down behind her, leaning over her as their eyes met, beautiful chocolate ones meeting breathtaking (E/C) ones.

"One point for Toru?" she looked shocked at him, "Three days ago you didn't even know who Prince was, what's going on?"

"She didn't call him pretty boy?" She heard the Seijoh team whisper between themselves as they watched the pair.

"Yea yea I brushed up on my music taste last night, cannot have my girlfriend think I am, how did you put," he tapped his chin smirking at her "Ah yes, an uncluttered swine now can I?" he planted a kiss on her forehead causing a light blush to appear on her cheeks.

"Did he just-?"

"Yea I'm pretty sure he did..."

Leaning forward, Oikawa grabbed (Y/N) wrists smirking at her. "Baby. Don't. You. Dare." She warns, her voice was dangerously low, she knew what he was about to do. "I hate you!"

"You weren't saying that three days ago!" He practically sang with a chuckled as he dragged off the court.

The whole team just watched the couple, gobsmacked.

While Iwaizumi was rolling his eyes, Oikawa had called him that night when he got home from being out with (Y/N) telling him that they were together now, he damn well hoped they were not going to be like this all the time playful and cutesy, it made Iwaizumi want to puke, especially with the mix of the couple giggled and chuckles echoed throughout the gym. Still, Iwaizumi was happy for his friend, he deserved to love and have someone who loves him just as much in return. Iwaizumi eyes soften as he continued to watch the pair mess around in the gym, (Y/N) was now chasing after him, he gave a small gentle smile, you would miss it, well, almost miss it if you weren't looking at him.

When Ushijima found out about their relationship was when (Y/N) said she had chosen to go and study sports therapy in Brazil. It was at the airport, they had managed to keep it under wraps for six months. (Y/N) was waiting for her flight. Her mum and brother were with (Y/N), her mum obviously upset that her baby girl was going so far away from her.

(Y/N) 's mum also knew about the relationship between (Y/N) and Oikawa, she loved them together, she had once seen them on a date together, and she was cooing all over how cute they were. Her mum also promised not to tell Wakatoshi about there relationship.

"Last call for flight 825 to Rio De Janeiro. Will all passengers please make their way to departure gate 17." Hugging her mother and brother one last, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and showing her passport to the guard as she stepped thew the gate.

"Ready to go?" She smiled a smile that reached her eyes as she jumped into the love of her life's arms, even after six months the pair of them were still in what people call the honeymoon stage, but the couple just said it was true love and that they said they were actually soulmates, of course, they had had the odd argument, but they always made up and apologised rapidly.

"Sure thing pretty boy! I'm so excited" She giggled kissing him. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder to see her brother seeming to be fuming, but there was no chance he could follow after her.

"Don't worry Ushiwaka, I'll take good care and look after your sister, she is my girl after all, and I love her so much." Oikawa teased, smirking towards him. (Y/N) could see the rage burning in his eyes, the way his hands clenched and unclenched, his jaw was set.

Both (Y/N) and Oikawa knew this would be the only way they could get away with telling Wakatoshi and in the process, not getting Oikawa killed. (Y/N) mum had her hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles at the way they pair had chosen to say to him.

Epilogue

After (Y/N) graduated and became a sports physical therapist, Oikawa and (Y/N) ended up in Argentinian, the pair gained national citizenship. Oikawa was on the national team, (Y/N) had never been more proud of him. He was the same, just as proud as (Y/N) had become the same national's team's physical therapist.

They got married in 2018. As you can imagine, Oikawa had a little difficulty to get permission for (Y/N) hand in marriage when they popped back to japan to visit their families, not from her father, her father and mother adored him, it was Wakatoshi, but somehow (Y/N) managed to convince him to let Oikawa marry her. The wedding was wondrous, it was a beach one in Santa Teresita, and all their high school friends and family attend. Wakatoshi did nearly give a reason for them not to be together, but Tendo and the rest of the Shiratorizawa team were there stopping him.

Iwaizumi was the best man, and his best man speech was entertaining, embracing Oikawa with when he first saw (Y/N) and how jealous he was of Ushijima cause she patted her brother on the head and gave him a hug. Iwaizumi was also telling how much of a lovesick puppy he was, and he was so happy that the pair were still together, after six years of happiness, even if how cutesy they are made him sick to his stomach. They were still all lovey-dovey as they were at the start of the relationship. He ended the toast by saying how much he knows Oikawa will always treasure (Y/N) and that they will always be together.

In 2021, they were at the Olympic games. Oikawa being the setter for the Argentina team, (Y/N) was, of course, the sports therapist, they had their first child on the way. They had yet to tell anyone, no one knew a thing only the pair but (Y/N) was starting to show now at four months. And it was just in time for the games. Oikawa was over the moon he was going to get the greatest gift ever, parenthood. The one person they worried about most is, of course, Wakatoshi, but he couldn't kill Oikawa at the games so when Hinata noticed that (Y/N) was pregnant before anyone, the boy was actually surprisingly observant, the rage in Wakatoshi eyes when he looked at Oikawa was burning like the fires of hell.

Wakatoshi was a force to be reckoned with during his match he was furious that Oikawa had sullied his sister. Atsumu found this far too amusing and continued to tease him making him angrier, didn't help that Bokuto decided to join in on the teasing.

That evening Oikawa did run away from Wakatoshi, he was on a rampage, (Y/N) tried to remind him they had been together for nine years now, and he needs to get over the fact that they have sex.

But when the baby boy was born Wakatoshi became smitten with Kazue, Oikawa had named the boy, his name meaning single blessing, which he wasn't wrong the child was a blessing. Wakatoshi had suddenly warmed up to Oikawa after that, the two started to get along, though Oikawa was a little apprehensive about this but started to warm up to the idea of being friends with him, who would have to know it would take until (Y/N) and Oikawa to have a child for them to become friends.

The couple lived the rest of there lives together, in bliss and happiness, with four children in the end and so far they had eight grandchildren. They always took them to the same beach and little cafe as they went too when they were teenagers when every they were in Japan, the owner had seen the couple go from friends to being in a relationship to engaged to being married, and she met all their children before she passes away her own child had taken over the shop.

The children and grandchildren all look up to their grandparents for their love life, they still adored and fallen more and more in love with each other every day.

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maggiecheungs · 3 years

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2020 ~everything~ wrap

i finally have time to do all of the tag games that people have tagged me in over the past month or so! i cannot for the life of me remember who tagged me in which one, so i’m just putting ~everything~ in one huge post. if i tag you anywhere then consider it a standing invitation to do whichever of these you haven’t done :) in fact, this is me issuing a standing invite to any of my followers who wants to do it :) also, thank you all!

Creator Wrap: Favourite Works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

this collection of philosophy quotes paired with thai bl series, (and its sequel) which is possibly my favourite thing i’ve ever made. for, uh, nerd reasons.

these gifted text post memes i made still make me laugh sometimes

this fic about green from 2gether, which i wrote in the notes app on my phone and published the same day. not my absolute best writing but i am very fond of it <3

i have a bunch fof friend zone dangerous area edits/shitposts which i like, but i’m particularly fond of my fzda as satire headlines (which now has a sequel!)

i also love my crisgood-walmart-lesbian post. i might send it in to gmmtv to try and convince them to do a crisgood-bffs spin-off

+ bonus: since i wrote this list i made this gifset (my first ever!) of jennie panhan in the shipper and i love her too much not to include her on here

+ extra nerdy bonus: this niche meme about Chinese philosophy, which still makes me crack up whenever I think about it

Favourite Creators/Follow Forever

i’ve completely lost track of who’s following who from which blog, so this is just going to be a haphazard, non-exhaustive list of people who i adore/admire/am vaguely intimidated by, mutuality be damned. maybe we talk all the time! maybe we’ve never interacted! maybe i am constantly there in ur tags... lurking... 👀... but if you’re on this list you have made me smile at least once this year and i love you for that alone <3

@wjmild kylie!! you make gifs of arm & tay & lee (separately or in various combinations) & the shipper & and kapook & random fluke pusit cameos & school rangers so i don’t have to <3 ilysm

@janeramida vianey, you have such impeccable taste in general, but your sizzy gifset in particular is so gorgeous it lives in my mind rent free

@applelapis bri, this post was a callout and i want you to know that it haunts me at night as i lie awake staring at the ceiling :((((( i hope you are happy

@gigiesarocha cata, i love it when you show up on my dash bc you have!! such taste!! also, every time you gif gigie i gain five years of life <3 pls continue doing the Good Work

@pvrrish eleni, i remeber legit thinking that this was an official poster when i first saw it, it’s so beautiful

@ahysopae juliette your khaithird fic is so good and it literally changed the way i think about khai (not an easy feat)

@kurosawadachi angel, whenever i think about grace’s speech i remember your gifset and get literal chills

@doctorbahnjit alexa, you have no right to be as funny as you are. your friend zone edits give me life

@khaotungthanawat sam, you’re probably sick of getting tagged in these lists by random strangers, but i just had to bc your gifsets are Pure Art

@tanwirapong roa, all your gifsets are so ✨iconic✨

faiza @asianmelodrama and rahul @petekaos! yours were the first two thai drama blogs i followed and for ages i lowkey thought of you as my fandom parents.

and some more blogs that make me happy: @curlykytta / @lee-thanat / @fck-inspector-m / @pangwave / @tichawongtipkanon / @tawanv @kimmonv (violet istg i have spent more time this year trying to figure out how many blogs you have than i have spent admiring your gifsets. & i spend a lot of time admiring your gifsets) / @taytawan / @1akorn and @yihwas (and your radiant lovechild @lakornladies ofc) / @teh-ohaew / @vihokratanas (mel your gifsets are just so gorgeous) / @tootiredtoosadtooangry / @headcompletelyempty / @demiromanticmickey / and there are definitely more but my brain is a sieve so apologies if i’ve forgotten anyone!! i love you all!!

2020 HIGHLIGHTS ✨

rules: list your top 10 shows (bl or not) you watched in 2020 (doesn’t necessarily have to be shows that came out in 2020 though!)

1. 2GETHER & STILL2GETHER

my first thai drama, and even after all the amazing shows i’ve watched this year, it still has a special place in my heart. watching 2gether was the first time i’d ever seen a queer romcom that just... was. for me, by the simple fact of its being, 2gether was revolutionary. and then still2gether came along and took all the best things about the first season and gave us something beautiful and quiet and lovely and just proved to me, once and for all, that queer happiness doesn’t need to justify its own existence. there can be gay cuddles on the beach for no other reason than that we want them.

2. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

i don’t really have the words for this one but. it makes my heart so very soft.

3. FRIEND ZONE 2: DANGEROUS AREA

season one was mindless fun because everyone was an absolute trashfire and it was hella cathartic to watch, but season 2... wow. i love it for so many reasons: it has messy and authentic queer rep; the characterisation is excellent and i somehow care about all of the characters; amazing women taking centre stage(!); a wlw relationship with lesbian, ace and bipolar rep; multiple interesting plotlines; actual character development; arm weerayut as a chaos gremlin... absolutely one of my favourites of 2020.

4. CHERRY MAGIC

i don’t think i need to explain this one, which is fortunate, because i have no idea how exactly i’d describe the happy-warm-fuzzy-queer-seen-loving-affirmed-profound feeling that rises in my chest whenever i think about it.

5. THE GIFTED: GRADUATION

confession: i liked season 2 more than season 1 (with the exception of the ending, which we don’t talk about). season 1 was enjoyable and interesting, but for me it was season 2 which made me love this series. it did some incredibly interesting and complicated things (even if it didn’t quite nail the landing): it pushed characters to the breaking point and wove so many layers into the story and questioned its own underlying themes. plus, watching it alongside everyone in the fandom made it 200% better. i love all of you and i love this show. egg girl 5eva.

6. THE SHIPPER

i 100% understand why so many people didn’t like this show, or found it problematic, but through some fluke it absolutely worked for me (even the ending). one day i will write an essay explaining my rationale, but for now i’ll just say that it’s one of my favourite shows about adolescence and queerness and identity and compassion and friendship and love that i’ve ever watched.

7. YYY

this series is absolutely off its rocker, and it somehow managed to be one of the most affirming shows i’ve watched. it shouldn’t have worked by it did, and i love it so much.

8. 3 WILL BE FREE

absolutely iconic. amazing plot, stunning visuals, great characters, canon polyamory, jennie being incredible... what a series.

9. MANNER OF DEATH

i love the fact that this show exists; i love the mix of crime and romance; i love maxtul’s acting; i love the central relationship; i love bun. i know we’re not even halfway through yet, but this show is doing something special and i’m so grateful that i get to watch it unfold in real time.

10. CHIHAYAFURU (SEASON 3)

odd one out on my list, but I had to include it. chihayafuru is my all-time favourite anime and it finally got a third season, which is somehow even better than the first two. mashima taichi is one of my favourite characters of all time and his storyline hits me on such a profound level. plus, in the years since i first say this show i’ve fallen in love with classical japanese literature (particularly heian poetry) so i had newfound appreciation for the karuta matches (aka i cried every time someone recited one of my favourite poems)

other favourites: together with me, he’s coming to me, sotus and sotus s, my dear loser: edge of 17, why r u, theory of love, wake up chanee!, gameboys, pearl next door, uta koi (anime), three kingdoms (2010), blood and water (netflix). (itsay would almost certainly be on my list if i’d had time to watch it. same with dark blue kiss, which i had to pause so i could do my assignments)

Final Thoughts

well, it’s been... a year (i don’t think anyone needs a reminder of the details) but writing this post has reminded me of all the amazing shows and people I discovered over the course of it.

thank you to everyone for being so lovely and creative and funny and quirky and kind and passionate. you’re all incredibly awesome people and i wish all of you the very best xx

#tag game #I think I was first tagged in one of these like three weeks ago? but I’ve been super busy #happy new year everyone #ellis talks #also I tried to keep this as short as possible bc otherwise I could have gushed for hours about you all #and this post is long enough already #but if any of you are in a low mood or want the unabridged version of my praise then message me & I’ll compliment you profusely to your face #:)

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chibinekochan · 4 years

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Angel in Hell - Part 6

Obey me! Angel Reader Au.

Gen. reader insert.

~2,5k words

Taglist:

@gothjuulpod ; @purgatoryhall ; @sibit360 ; @a-personnamed-ace

*message me/send an ask if you want to be on here*

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Just a heads up that there is a very heated argument between Satan and Asmo later on.

Also, a demon is hitting on angel Mc but they leave without doing much.

Just skip the last part if you are uncomfortable with these. *Basically everything that happens after you meet Satan.*

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A few days have passed and the weekend is finally approaching.

This week was very hectic.

You mull over what to do.

Maybe you should do some exploring.

Then your phone rings.

It's Mammon.

"Hey, I was just thinking that you probably have nothing going on this weekend so I figured I'd be nice and invite you out. I plan to go with Asmo to a club. I think it will be great fun and we can really let go, you know. What do you think?" Mammon asks you in a roundabout way but you can tell that he wants to spend time with you.

" A club? I haven't been to a demon club before but as long as we are home before curfew it should be fine." You think that it sounds like fun.

"Sometimes you need to let go, you know. Rules are great and all but you can't just live like this. Well whatever, it's fine with me. I will make sure to bring you safe and sound back." Mammon seems slightly annoyed but still goes out of his way to do it anyway.

" I will trust you. When will we meet?" You smile lightly.

"Wow, talk about a direct hit. I'll pick you up at 7 pm. Is that okay?" Mammon seems a bit taken aback.

"Sounds great. I look forward to it!" This sounds like fun to you.

You both hang up.

Now your plan for tonight is set but now the question is what are you dressing?

Then you see a message from Asmo.

Asmo: I heard the great news. I'm excited. Do you know what you are going to wear?

You: No, I was just thinking about it.

Asmo: Great, then come over here. I have tons of great outfits and I can do your styling too!

You: Isn't that a bother to you?

Asmo: Nonsense, just come here, I look forward to it. ❤️

You: Alright, I'm on my way! ^_^

With a smile, you grab a few things and make your way to Asmo.

You knock on his door.

"Coming! " Asmo opens the door just a few moments later. He wears a bright smile on his face.

"Come on in. I already have some outfits for you in mind. Let's see what suits you best." Asmo seems very giddy. It's infectious.

You smile at him and step inside the room.

Asmo already has a few things shattered over his bed.

Curious you take a look at the flashy clothing items.

You don't think that you have ever seen anything like this before.

They seem to sparkle in every color of the rainbow.

"Is there anything that caught your eye?" Asmo has stepped behind you, sounding delighted.

"All of these are very flashy. I don't think they will look good on me." You look a bit unsure about the clothes.

"Don't sell yourself short. You have a great body and I know these will look great on you. I have tons more so we can try and see what you like most." Asmo compliments you without missing a beat. It's like breathing to him.

At least you can't really argue against trying on the clothes.

"Will these fit me?" You definitely do not have the same size as Asmo.

"Yes, of course. I know your size so no worries there." Asmo seems very confident.

"How do you know my size?" You certainly never told Asmo.

"I'm very good at guessing." Asmo shrugs.

You aren't satisfied with this but say nothing else.

You turn to the outfits that are laid out in front of you. One of them catches your eye, you hold it up. It's very flashy but it also looks very nice.

You aren't sure if this is your style at all, yet you feel oddly drawn to it.

"You should try it on. I bet it will look great on you." Asmo encourages you.

You sigh softly and you take it with you to the bathroom to try it on.

Asmo doesn't tease you for not dressing it in front of him. You appreciate it.

It's a bit of a hassle to dress the outfit, yet it slides right on you. Like it was made for you.

Feeling a bit nervous you step out from the bathroom.

Asmos eyes sparkle. "Wow, this looks so great. I'm glad you decided to dress it."

He looks very happy now.

Your cheeks flush lightly. "Thank you Asmo. It fits perfectly but are you sure that it suits me?"

"I would never lie about style. Trust me, you look gorgeous. Let me style you and hmm maybe some makeup would be good for you too, maybe I could do your nails too. I can already see it in front of my eyes." Asmo seems very excited.

It's impossible to turn him down. "Okay, but don't go over the top." You feel slightly nervous.

"Don't worry about it. I will make you shine just enough to blind everyone hehe." Asmo giggles in delight.

"That would be over the top." You feel a slight sense of dread.

"Trust me, love you will be stunning once I'm down with you. I will be the only person to outshine you tonight for sure." Asmo pats your shoulder, to assure you that everything is going to be just fine.

With a slight sense of fear, you surrender to Asmo and let him do as he pleases.

You silently pray for mercy.

Asmo is very giddy the entire time, he casually explains to you what he is doing and asks what you want him to do. He only does whatever you agree to.

You are very grateful for this.

Then when Asmo is done he has the biggest smile on his face. Like an artist who is proud of his finished masterpiece.

"Hold on, before I show you your new look we have to do this properly." Asmo grins at you.

"What do you mean?" Confused, you look towards Asmo.

Asmo covers your eyes with his hands. "This. I won't do anything, let me just lead you over to the mirror."

You tense up a bit at his sudden touch. Something deep inside you tells you it's alright to trust him.

So you follow his lead until he stops.

You can feel his breath on your neck. Your heart quickens.

Then his hands leave your eyes."Tadaa! What are you saying?" Asmo looks at your reflection.

You can barely believe that this is you. "Amazing, I feel like a different person." You are stunned. Asmo really knows how to highlight your best features.

"Haha, amazing isn't it?" Asmo is filled with pride.

"Yes, thank you so much Asmo." You smile with glee.

"Seeing you this happy makes this worth it." Asmo looks a bit sad for a moment. He then shakes his head. "Well anyway. Now it's time to glam me up. You will be stunned." Asmo goes back to his old gleeful self.

You spend time with him dressing and doing his own makeup, hair, and nails.

Asmo gives you some tips and you talk about the newest devildom gossip.

Then Asmo is finally done." Am I stunning or what?"

"Super stunning. You will put everyone else to shame." You always preach humility but you can't deny the facts.

"Hehehe this means a ton coming from you." Asmo seems to be beaming with confidence.

"We should get going now. Mammon said he will pick me up from my room." You just remembered that promise.

"Don't sweat it. I will call him to come here. That way we can spend a little more time together. I gotta take a few pictures of us first." Asmo clearly has his priorities.

Without hearing your protest, he quickly calls Mammon, who doesn't sound super thrilled but agrees to come anyway.

After taking a few pictures together with Asmo, you hear a knock on the door.

"Ahh! He is so fast." Asmo grumbles in slight annoyance.

You give him a light laugh and open the door. "Hey there, Mammon!" You look at his party outfit, it seems like he's also dressed up. "You are looking good."

Mammon seems speechless when he sees you. "Umm oh thank you…"

"Aren't you going to compliment us? So rude!" Asmo teases Mammon.

"Sh-shut up. I was going to say it." Mammon silks a little.

You give him a kind smile. "There is no need to force yourself."

Mammon looks nervously away. "I wasn't...I just needed some time to process this. You look amazing." Mammon blushes.

"What about me!?" Asmo butts in.

"You look normal." Mammon doesn't want to play along, it seems.

Asmo gasps. "Did you hear that? Unbelievable!" He seems very upset.

"You look stunning Asmo, don't be so rude Mammon!" You shake your head.

"Hehehe you just know what to say." Asmo is instantly better. You wonder if he just played being offended.

"You are unbelievably using cheap tricks just to fish for compliments." Mammon sighs.

"Well, we should get going before it's too crowded. I need some space on the dance floor." Asmo waves Mammon off.

You nod and with that, you all drive to the club.

It's a very popular place. It's semi-crowded but Asmo has reserved space for just the three of you.

It's very fun. Chatting, drinking, and dancing with both demons.

You didn't expect to have this much fun.

It's very delightful.

You are just dancing when you suddenly spot another familiar face.

You make your way over to him. "Satan! Are you here with your friends?"

"Huh oh, it's you. Don't tell me you are alone here?" Satan seems happy to see you but also a bit troubled.

"No, I'm here with Asmo and Mammon. Are you on your own?" You smile.

"That's good to hear. These places aren't for someone like you to be on your own. " Satan sighs, slightly relieved.

"I can defend myself." You aren't particularly worried.

Satan looks away slightly troubled. It seems like he is about to say something. "You look great tonight. Asmos work I would bet." Satan swiftly changes the topic.

"You are right. Hey, how about joining us?" You smile. It seems to be a great idea, the more the merrier.

"Oh, I don't know…" Satan is about to refuse you.

"Hey there, pretty think wanna leave this twig and come hang with me instead. I can show you a grand old time." A scummy looking demon just appears out of nowhere and hits on you.

"No thank you." You try to hide your disgust.

"Who are you calling a twig? You stupid scum. Scam before I forget my manners!" Somehow the demon made Satan very angry.

"Come on mate, let me have some fun. They surely won't regret it." The demon has no clue when to stop.

"They said no, so just buzz off." Satan only seems to get more irritated.

"You are such a stick in the mud, let me buy that cutie a drink at least. How about it cutie?" The demon seems utterly drunk.

"No, I'm good." You refuse politely.

"Come on, be a bit nice to me." The demon steps a bit closer.

Already blocked by the glaring Satan.

"I hate to repeat myself. GET LOST OR I WILL FORGET MYSELF!" Satan yells. You can see an aura of anger building around him.

The demon seems to finally get the message, putting its hands in the air and stepping back.

"Satan. You are here too?! And there you are I have been looking for you." Asmo waves at both of you.

Satan glares at Asmo. "Why the hell did you leave them alone?" Satan seems very upset.

"What do you mean? We were just dancing. I looked away for a second and poof gone." Asmo doesn't seem to take this very seriously.

"Calm down Satan, I'm fine. I just saw you, that's why I came over to you." You try to explain the situation in a calm manner.

"It doesn't matter. You could have been harmed. Just look at that creepy demon that just hit on you. You could have gotten hurt." Satan's anger seems to only get worse.

"It was fine, no harm, no foul." Asmo shakes his head.

"You are way too careless Asmo. After everything you still pretend that this is some sort of game." Satan yells at Asmo, changing into his demon form.

"I'm not playing a game. It was only for a moment that I lost them out of my sight." Asmo starts to glare at Satan.

"ONLY A MOMENT? YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT ONE FREAKING MOMENT CAN DO!" Satan grabs Asmo, he seems so angry, so desperate.

"Calm down nobody was hurt." Desperately you try to calm Satan down. He doesn't listen.

"Nothing happened so just get yourself back together. I wasn't the one that let someone be killed!" Asmo states coldly.

It makes you almost shiver.

This statement seems to cause Satan to lose his last bit of restraint. He violently grabs on to Asmo, who also turns into his demon form.

" You stupid f*cking Bastard," Satan says lowly, but it's even scarier than before.

"You know it's true so just punch me if you want to." Asmo taunts Satan.

"Please you two calm down." You still desperately try to talk sense into them.

It's useless. "What the hell?" You hear a confused Mammon next to you.

"They started arguing after Asmo lost sight of me when I saw Satan was here and then some demon hit on me." You explain the situation as quickly as you can.

Mammon seems confused, but the issue in front of him has to be resolved. "Hey guys, stop it. Lucifer will be mad if you start a fight." Mammon tries to calm them down.

"Why don't you say that to Satan? HE started this." Asmo glares at Mammon.

"Screw you. You keep your stupid butt of this Mammon or I will get you next." Satan has lost all reason in his anger.

"Keep it down, Satan. Don't forget that I'm stronger than you are." Mammon also seems to be annoyed now.

"Please guys calm down. Let's go outside and take a deep breath." You desperately try them to calm down. It's frustrating.

"You keep out of this. All of this is just happening because of you!" Satan now looks at you, anger, frustration, and some unknown emotion mixed into his glare.

"It's not their fault you stupid idiot!" Mammon now gets more frustrated with himself.

"Yeah what are you stupid for? Blaming someone else for your mistakes!" Asmo seems to only put oil into the fire.

Your frustration only grows. You need them all to stop this nonsense.

"Screw you, it wasn't my fault." Satan shakes Asmo angrily. Asmo claws Satan's arm.

Both seem to be too angry to reason.

You take a deep breath. "ALL OF YOU STOP!" Frustrated you yell out.

Suddenly something happens, like a shockwave hitting all of the brothers.

They get slammed to the ground.

You stare wide-eyed. What just happened? Something like this could only happen from a pact!?

You look at them and at yourself in disbelief.

You can't wrap your head around what just happened.

The brothers stare at you in equal disbelief.

"What the hell? The pact was broken?" Mammon seems just as lost as you are.

You can't even hear him. Your ears ring from the shock.

Your legs start to move and you just run outside without another word.

You are so confused, lost.

There is only one person that might be able to give you some comfort, some answer. Just something.

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