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trothplighted · 2 years

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Hey there :) I've really enjoyed your grindeldore takes as of late and one thing that stuck out to me was your "claiming grindeldore for the nds" take. The thing is, I've been a grindeldore shipper since dh came out in 2007 but my obsession with it sort of comes in waves. Between thus wave and the last, I've gotten an adhd diagnosis and since then, I've educated myself a lot ob neurodiversity. Still, this is the first time I've thought about it in the context of grindeldore and I'd love to hear more of your thoughts and reasoning on this, especially concerning Albus (if you don't mind. No pressure to answer if this is too much emotional labour obviously!)

I don’t mind at all!

(this is a Long Post, I’ve tagged it as such and tried to put in a cut. I’m so sorry if you’re on mobile)

to start, I’m not really an expert on neurodiversity (as a scholar my focus is on literature, though I dabble in STEM) so a lot of this is my own opinions and the applicability of stuff I’ve experienced to my conceptions of Albus and Gellert. I’m autistic, but I’ve also been diagnosed with ADHD and have been medicated for it in the past; there’s enough symptom comorbidity between the two sister conditions that I don’t claim the latter label for myself because I’m impacted more by the things that make me autistic. also, neurodiversity and neurodivergence are a spectrum and not a monolith, so I’m not going to try and claim these are Universal Experiences or anything? if anything, take this as a sort of “when I look at Albus and Gellert, here’s what I see” thing

so first off, they’re just weird? and weird in very relatable ways.

Albus is off in his own little world half the time in the books, thinking five or six levels above everyone else. He’s got a samefood (anything lemon) - this is something you can eat for days on end or the rest of forever without getting bored, it’s a hallmark of being ND. he comes at problems differently than others, he prioritizes different things. he isn’t a social butterfly, choosing instead to have a few intimate friends (Gellert, Elphias, Minerva, [sigh] Severus). He’s honestly similar to Luna Lovegood, especially in things like how he doesn’t care what happens to his reputation but he wants to stay on the chocolate frog cards, and Luna is very ND. He doesn’t give a damn about social norms, he makes up his mind and sticks to it, and he has a special interest in weird and esoteric magic.

Gellert, for his part, shares Albus’s interest in magic, and he too seems to have a small circle of confidantes. He’s good at working a crowd, but he doesn’t seem to like it very much beyond getting approval. He likes being the center of attention but not to socialize. He also has goals that make sense really only to him, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve them.

and I’ll admit a lot of this is just going “oh I vibe with this, it’s mine” - I do vibe with them, I see myself in them.

I’m gonna finish with empathy, because empathy is sort of a sticking point both for Jo in HP 1-7 and with the public at large when you think of being ND.

there’s a conception that autistic people especially are bad at empathy, which leads to us being stereotyped as cold and robotic. now, I want to say that’s not universal - plenty of us have hyperempathy, where we feel too much, and also plenty of us have high emotional empathy (understanding what someone else is feeling emotionally, being able to identify that someone else is sad/happy/afraid/etc) but low cognitive empathy (understanding why the person is upset, understanding why circumstances that don’t bother us specifically are upsetting to others. an example from my childhood is not being able to grasp why it was important for me to go to family events that I didn’t want to attend, because if I were throwing the party I wouldn’t care if someone didn’t show up, so clearly nobody else would care either and I’m being made to go for stupid reasons)

however, some people just genuinely have low empathy. they don’t naturally or easily feel bad when bad things happen to others, they don’t naturally or easily understand why others are upset if it’s not a directly comparable situation. if that’s you (general you), you’ll have trouble feeling guilt or remorse if you make a mistake and don’t understand immediately why what you did was wrong, you’ll struggle to be motivated morally by disgust or strong emotions, and you’ll tend to prioritize behaving in ways that will get you what you want or please the people around you. and I want to emphasize that this does not make you automatically a bad person, it doesn’t make you a robot or a serial killer. morality (for me, at least) is governed by what you do, how you behave, not how you feel. if you have low empathy, you can still be loving and compassionate and kind and understanding, you can live a life that’s not built around uplifting yourself and hurting people, you’re not doomed to anything. I should know - I have extremely low empathy, and difficulty identifying others’ emotions, but I try my best to treat others well and to have a morality anchored on treating everyone around me well. So when I talk about this I’m speaking from the heart, if that makes sense.

I bring this up because I really think that both Albus and Gellert are in that position. When they’re seventeen and sixteen in that summer of 1899, they’re both at the height of their Teenage Intellectual Phase, which is very much a thing for ND people (certainly for me). you get an education, you start being informed by information that doesn’t come from family, you have the ability to think critically about what you learn and analyze it, and the black and white, rigid thinking that all teenagers tend to fall into but that ND people are already famous for starts to come to the forefront. low empathy and empathy gaps often lessen over time as your beliefs get more nuanced, just by virtue of being an adult with life experience, and there’s the fact that ND people often have a cognitive delay that means we develop differently from NT people - Albus and Gellert (and, honestly, Aberforth and Ariana too, probably, as this is hereditary and runs in families) are facing a cauldron of conflicting things in their adolescent brains that make their stance of “let’s take over the world to save it” make a lot of sense.

Adolescence is really important to consider here - these two boys have had basically no life experience outside of being the smartest people in the room all the time always, but it’s not WIS it’s INT, to use a gaming metaphor I’ve mentioned before. They think they’re towering intellects who are far above even other wizards, because they are, but they don’t know really how to live in community with people who are “beneath” them. They’re in love with each other and in love with their own brains - I’m reminded of a more openly gay and less murderous Leopold and Loeb, who famously thought that they were so much smarter than everyone else that they could commit the perfect crime and they’d just win by virtue of being geniuses. In a way, Ariana’s death derailed that train - Albus was made aware suddenly of the human cost of focusing on himself above all else, and it was in a way that impacted him fundamentally. He pulled away from that way of thinking because he couldn’t imagine going forward while knowing that at any moment he could do more harm. I see this as the moment that Albus realized his perception of the world wasn’t everyone else’s; he decided to fall into line with conventional morality because the cost was too high. Extremely ND of him, really. Gellert responded in an equally ND way - “I don’t understand why this is important, so I’m not going to let it impact me”. I do that constantly, even when it’s probably better if I don’t. I’m very much looking at him and going “oh same bestie”.

they’re also falling into this trap of thinking they can fix the world with fascism because it seems easy, it seems clear-cut, it seems logical. in their limited experience, this is the ideal solution. it’s a lot like Anakin Skywalker not understanding that dictatorships are bad, because they accomplish things - it’s not malice, it’s immaturity. I have a lot of sympathy for them, because I too have been young and dumb and seventeen and convinced I could rule the world.

anyway, at the end of this, all I have to say is that I love them both dearly. I think that if they hadn’t fallen apart but if they’d also gotten off the track of world domination, they’d be remembered equally fondly. I don’t think that they were born bad, but I also think that their choices reflect their challenges, and they reflect mine as well.

#grindeldore #hp meta #troth’s meta #replies #long post

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samiwok · 4 years

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Heyyyaaa! I super love ur haikyuu hcs nd scenarios! Can I request fem s/o making mug brownies at 3am with bokuto, oikawa, kuroo, and tsukki. I'm doing it alone rn nd it was just an activity that could turn cute nd adorable hehe thanks!

-> making mug brownies with their s/o [ Bokuto, Oikawa, Kuroo and Tsukishima ]

— Bokuto

3am. You were both in bed, laying without talking in the dark, in the night

« You sleep? »

« You do? »

You laughed to his unexpected answer « Bokuto baby if I’m asking you then I’m not » and he hummed of approval

You stayed silent a few minutes and suddenly both of you just suggested you could go down in the kitchen and cook somethin

You went downstairs together, looking like two children, doing something bad and you were feeling so excited about it. Cooking. At night. WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND.

« So what do we do yn ? » Bokuto whispered

« Why do you whisper Bokuto there is only the two of us here » you answered whispering

« Why are you whispering too then? » he added and you both laughed softly before talking normally finally

You found a brownies recipe and suggested it to him, he just looked at you with a huge smile who looked sincerely happy « whatever you want, I’ll follow you »

You finally chose you would do these so you started to prepare the ingredients and Bokuto looked at you smiling

« I think it is kinda silent don’t you think? » he said before putting some music

He took your hand and pulled you close to him and yeah you were there at 3 fucking am. Dancing with Bokuto, and cooking and so many other things

You had this impression that the night was never going to end and it felt so good to be here, with him. Doing simple things, that he was making extraordinary

The hours passed and while the brownies were on the microwave you were watching a movie with Bokuto and both of you forgot about it

« Okay so... sorry it must be cold now » you said feeling so guilty of ruining the brownies with your idea of watching a movie

« It’s okay » he said before eating some of the obviously cold brownies. His face turned to you « it’s sooo good » he told you and you laughed so much seeing him that way. His teeth were full of chocolate and he was not as sexy as usual but he was so damn cute

« I love you Bokuto Kōtarō, first man in my heart »

He smiled and you laughed again « why do you laugh at me » he pouted and you kissed him to make it up to him

« Yn. Let’s do this every night »

« We can’t do this every night we have to sleep » you laughed

« Oh right. But I want to do it again »

« We will babe »

— Oikawa

« Well well well who do I see in the Kitchen at almost 3 am ? » you heard your boyfriend’s voice coming from the door of the kitchen and when you turned back, he was standing there, staring at you

You felt guilty as if you were doing something bad when all you did was preparing things to make mug brownies

To occupy your lonely night where sleep does not seem to happen and also because well.. you just love mug brownies

« What are you doing babe ? Eating at night ? That’s not good for you and that’s certainly not good for me »

« Well go back to sleep if you need it, I’ll stay here alone without problems Tōru » you answered, thinking it would reassure him but it absolutely dit not

He pouted probably because he was trying to flirt and you ruined his thing so he joked « I can’t leave you alone in here you’re gonna burn the food and the house with it »

You sighed « well.. thank you for your trust, you won’t have the right to eat my brownies then »

« Oh so you’re making brownies ? Interesting, I’m going to stay here and watch you prepare it knowing I will eat everything later » he winked and smirked, asshole

For like 3 minutes only, Tooru was looking at you preparing the brownies and he was not saying anything, not doing anything and you felt in peace, thinking you were ALONE

But he stood up and came next to you, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on yours

« Have I already told you how sexy, beautiful, cute, adorable and lovely you look when you’re cooking ? » he asked and you blushed, obviously not prepared for so much love and confession all of a sudden

You turned the microwave on to put the brownies on it but Tooru gripped your hands and kissed your cheeks « it’ll be okay, you’ve done enough let me do the rest I see it when you’re tired, just go to sleep princess I’ll finish it for you »

You opened your mouth to say something and he pressed his soft lips against yours « At least sit down and let me do this »

He was finishing the thing and you were on the table falling asleep. Tooru took a photo because damn you looked so cute at this very moment and he was like [ oh god I am so in love with her ]

Then he sat next to you and spent the rest of how night cuddling you, kissing you and keeping an eye over the brownies while you were sleeping

— Kuroo

You were in the kitchen, preparing some brownies alone because you wanted to surprise Kuroo waking him up on the morning with these to eat

You were concentrated, reading the list of ingredients needed to do the recipe and Kuroo entered the room

« Look how beautiful you are » he said, leaning on the wall and looking at you with such loving eyes

« What are you doing hidden here alone in the middle of the night baby ? » he added, walking towards you

You kissed his lips briefly, quickly going back to your preparation and he crossed his arms

You were not even looking at him and I swear he was about to pout like a lil baby

« You’re not going to let me touch anything ? » he said

« No! I am cooking this for you so I will do it from the beginning till the end alone » you insisted and he laughed

« Okay I give up on helping you doing this, you’re way too stubborn when you want something ugh » he was mocking you and he stole your recipe book

You tried to take it back but this huge kid just pulled his arm up with it to make sure you can’t take it

You were fighting but when Kuroo wants to annoy you he always succeeds to make you upset

« Are you going to let me help you or not ? »

« No ! »

« Then I keep this! » he laughed while opening the book above your both heads and he was reading the recipe

In the end you gave up and let him help you with it and even if your surprise was ruined, the night you spent cooking with him, laughing, talking and experimenting things was amazing

You ended eating the brownies together, feeding each other, kissing each other and the moment was just so soft

« Thanks for letting me join you yn. Even if every moment with you is great, tonight it was even more amazing and amusing » he said kissing your forehead

« Now that we ate it all, let’s go to bed I want to cuddle you » he added taking your hand

— Tsukishima

It was so late and you could not find sleep. Tsukishima was next to you in your bed, and baby had manage to fall asleep

You were so bored but did not want to wake him up because.. well.. it’s Tsukishima he’d probably does not appreciate that you wake him up because you can’t sleep

Si you went downstairs the most discreetly you could and you finally got to the kitchen [ hungry ] that is what you thought, probably because you saw a friend of yours posting a cake on her snapchat story

You opened the fridge and the lockers to see what you could find and as you were thinking about what you could do you heard his voice from behind you

« What the fuck are you doing yn it’s 3 am? » Tsukishima said softly, yet you jumped. Probably because you absolutely did not hear him coming

« I’m.. hungry » you said before laughing to his face going from 😐 to 😑

The boy was clearly annoyed by you and you expected him to turn off the lights and force you to go back to sleep with him but curiously he leaned on the table in the middle of the kitchen

His eyes were staring at you as if he was waiting for something from you

« What? » you asked, not knowing what to say other

« Well I’m waiting »

« Waiting for ? »

« You to give me the instructions » he answered a soft smile on his lips

You spent the rest of the hour cooking with him and you never knew you needed a moment like this with him but obviously he knew

You ate the preparation together and you went to sleep together. After this you found sleep, Tsukki’s loving arms wrapped around you

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fangirlovestuff · 3 years

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(Extra)ordinary - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people! i am coming at you with a double update! this is a scheduled post because this is apperantly tumblr prime time and i just wanted to see if that was true hehe. divider by @magicalboye, Enjoy!<3

Summary: with chris, day to day life can never be too boring :)

Warnings: alludes to smut, but apart from that extremely fluffy fluff

you were making cookies

no special occasion, just for fun

you mixed the batter, which was already looking delicious

and then when it was ready, you started taking small parts into your hands, shaping them the way you wanted and laying them on the baking tray

you were a couple of cookies in when you realized you left your hair down, and a strand of it was getting in your face

groaning in frustration, you called out to chris, who was in the living room

“Oooo, what are you making?” he asked

he took a small bit of the dough and was about to shove it in his mouth before you reached out and carefully stopped him, not touching him with your dirty palm

“this is uncooked,” you said, raising your eyebrow at him

he put it back, murmuring “it’s not gonna kill me”

you snorted

“i didn’t call you to steal my unbaked cookies, i called you because i need to pull my hair back and my hands are dirty”

his fingers simply brushed the offending strand of hair behind your ear and then he cupped your cheek with his hand

(the clean one, of course)

you looked at him, the both of you grinning

“that’s very sweet of you but could you please grab a hair tie?”

the cookies ended up great, and you and chris definitely ate too much at once, but it was a price worth paying :)

there was a night when you and chris decided to go to bed early

and by “go to bed” and “decided” i meant you were super horny so it just happened

anyways, you were laying on chris’ chest when he asked if you wanted to still go out somewhere since it was so early

“do i look like i’d enjoy walking right now?”

“i didn’t hear you complaining earlier,” he smirked

“oh i’m sorry, did you want to?”

the damage was already done though, and his smirk got even bigger as he reached down to kiss your neck and you pushed him away, chuckling

instead you stayed in, watching a movie

obviously chris carried you downstairs though

there was another time you were actually walking

dodger was running ahead of you, the cool late-autumn air surrounding you

you looked sideways at chris, intending to point out a pretty tree when suddenly, you tripped over a stone and fell backwards, on your butt

a shocked gasp left your lips as chris turned to see what’s wrong, laughing when he saw your shocked face

you were sitting, and you extended your hand to chris so he’d help you up, but the look on your face was just too priceless, making him laugh even harder

“rude!” you exclaimed and started getting up yourself

but then chris lifted you up himself, circling his arm around your waist and pulling you up to stand, your chest against his

“i’m sorry,” he said, but it was just too-” he started laughing again just remembering it, and you joined him, leaning and burying your head in the crook of his neck

on another walk, it was already winter, the chilly air getting to you in sharp spurts of wind that made you bury your hands deep in your pockets and tilt down your head into your thick scarf

chris wasn’t having it though, pouting and pulling your hand from your pocket

“no chris, i’m cold” you resisted

he simply took your hand in both of his and rubbed his hands against yours, and you had to admit it worked

“better?” he asked, bringing your hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles

“yes,” you rolled your eyes and smiled

as you were walking along, still hand in hand, it started getting cloudier

“we should head back before it starts raining,” you frowned

you started heading in the opposite direction, back home

but you were still caught by the rain

it came down suddenly and you started running before chris stopped, the momentum of your still connected hands forcing you towards him

he caught you in his arms and you opened your mouth to ask him why’d he stop

instead, he caught your lips in a fiery kiss, and you almost forgot about the rain when

“pah,” you broke away from him and coughed

“i’m sorry, it’s not you, i just think i got rain in my mouth”

chris burst into laughter and soon you did two

if there were any people close by at the time, they would’ve seen two crazy people on the street, laughing their asses off in the rain

when you got home you both dried off

chris let you borrow a big fluffy cable knit to “stay warm”

but honestly he just liked how you looked in his clothes

you snuggled up with a hot mug and closed your eyes, letting your body relax

you were so relaxed you ended up falling asleep before you even finished your drink

it was a miracle you hadn’t spilled it, but chris simply took it from your hands, smiling at your peaceful expression

as if you felt his gaze on you you stirred, clutching onto his arm before falling asleep once more

chris grinned even wider

he finally found the person who makes the quotidian feel extraordinary

and he’s never going to let you go

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aizawasthot · 4 years

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better on you | aizawa s.

summary: ice cream nd stolen sweaters. goofy aizawa x reader. pairing: aizawa shouta x reader word count: 1.9k words

note: ok so hey this is my first fic in this account uwu feedback is appreciated and encouraged hehe. ALSO NGL THIS WAS INSPIRED BY @burnedbyshoto’s sweater scenario w aizawa 🥺🥴 hope u guys enjoy all this aizawa fluff :> ps. Aizawa smells like bath & body works’ eucalyptus and spearmint and no u can’t change my mind

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“Aizawa, we really need to finish this proposal for next week. Principal Nezu probably expects that we’re done by now,” you groan. This proposal for a more efficient and safer course outline was far from finished.

“Yes, I know, [Y/N]. But we’re stuck on where we can hold the summer training. There’s no place near the school that can hold 20 students,” he muttered, looking bored.

“Well, yeah I know that too but we can leave it for another day. We can work on other areas like-”

“Tell you what-- let’s get out of here and grab some ice cream. Ice cream always helps, maybe we can figure it out after,” he interrupted. You were taken aback with his offer, but you accepted nonetheless.

“Oh-- I guess that’s okay,” you replied.

“It’s settled then, you can grab your stuff and we can meet by the teacher’s lounge.”

“Aizawa! You got vanilla? Really?” You snort, shaking your head at the man sitting across from you. “That’s so boring… so… vanilla...?”

“I may like vanilla ice cream but I’m not so vanilla myself,” he smirked at you, teasing and almost a little too uncharacteristic of the usual brooding teacher.

“Aizawa! Oh god--” you sputtered. “That’s not very appropriate,” you said. Your tone stern but your face beet red and a goofy grin spread across your face.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. He looked so relaxed- his brows weren’t furrowed and his usual frown was replaced by this adorable smile. Why did that make your heart flutter?

Still admiring the man in front of you, he interrupted your thoughts, “You’re staring,” he smirked. Oh. OH.

“Apologies,” you mumbled, your face once again heating up. “You're just-- you’re better looking when you’re not, you know, brooding.”

“So you’re saying I’m ugly when I’m brooding?” He feigned being hurt, hand on his chest, laughing.

“You know that’s not what I mean-- it’s just, you know…” You trailed off, eyes not meeting his.

“That I look even more handsome than I do?” He teased.

“Ugh, Aizawa,” you groan. He was being a cheeky bastard and he knew it.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re fun to tease,” he grinned at you, and you finally let your eyes meet. His eyes were twinkling. He looked like an angel, you thought.

You shook your head, “You’re a goofball.”

“Uhuh, and you love it,” he mused. Smile still plastered on his face.

“Hah, you wish,” you stuck your tongue out.

“What are you? 5?” He snorted, his smile growing even wider.

An employee interrupts your banter as they walk towards your table. “Excuse me sir, ma’am, our store is closing in about 10 minutes. Would you like to get anything else for the night?”

You didn’t even realize that you were the only ones left at the store. “Oh, no, thank you. We better get going then,” you smiled at the young girl. “Thank you, have a good night!”

While you were gathering your things, you realize that the store closes at 10PM, which also happens to be the last run of your bus on the way home.

“Shit,” you cussed under your breath. I guess I have to either walk or uber, you thought.

“I just realized that the last bus comes in a few minutes and the bus stop is at least a 15 minute walk from here. I’ll probably just uber home though,” you casually shrugged.

“Or-- uhm, you could stay at my place? It’s only a 10 minute walk from here,” he offered. “Only if you want to though! You can totally uber if you want…” AIzawa added, looking sheepish.

“I mean-- well, if it’s okay with you. I don’t want to intrude,” you blushed.

“I offered, didn’t I? Come on, it’s pretty late,” he muttered, gesturing for you to walk beside him. Noticing that his face was also turning red.

“You’re like an old man,” you giggled. It was 10PM on a Friday night, it’s not like he had to wake up early tomorrow.

“Oh shut up, if you deal with my rambunctious students all the time then you’d know how tiring it is,” he sighed dramatically.

“Okay, old man.”

“I can sleep on the couch, Aizawa. It’s not a big deal,” you told him when you arrived at his apartment. He was insisting earlier that you take his bed and he’s sleeping on the couch. Which was ridiculous, you were already crashing at his place.

“Are you sure? Because I’d gladly take the couch. I don’t have a guest room-”

“Aizawa, stop. Don’t be ridiculous, I’m more than okay sleeping on the couch,” you repeated.

“Okay then. I’ll grab you some of my clothes if you want to wash up before bed; the bathroom’s the door on the left,” he pointed at the bathroom door.

“You don’t need to lend me clothes, AIzawa,” you said, your face heating up again. He was being too nice.

“Shouta.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Shouta,” he clarified. “And-- don’t tell me you’re not going to shower and change your clothes after a full day of sweating from training your students.”

“Okay, Ai- Shouta. Thank you.” You gave in and accepted his offer, and while you sat and waited for him to grab extra clothes for you, you can’t help but notice how cozy his apartment is. His place looks inviting and warm, much like he was with you today.

When he came back to give you your things, you were too busy scrolling through social media to notice him approaching you, he was already showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a quite fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re staring again,” he snickered, handing you your clothes for the night.

You blushed profusely, abruptly standing from your seat, “I’m just-- I’m gonna go shower now.”

You woke up at 3AM freezing cold. Shouta did give you an extra blanket and pillow, but you’re always cold, so it’s not a surprise. You sat up, wanting to grab a glass of water. Walking towards the kitchen, you spotted a grey sweater on the back of one of the chairs.

It wouldn’t hurt to just borrow it, right? You thought as you grabbed your glass of water. Deciding that you needed another layer other than an oversized shirt and sweatpants so you won’t freeze to death, you grabbed the sweater before you could change your mind.

It smelled like him. It smelled like eucalyptus and spearmint.

You fell asleep almost immediately after putting on his sweater, burying your face into the collar, smiling like an idiot.

That morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. You could hear Aizawa softly humming to himself as he shuffled around the kitchen, making breakfast.

You got up and stretched, feeling well rested with a satisfied smile on your face. “Good morning Shouta,” you smiled at him.

“Morning-- wait, is that my sweater?” He said, staring intently at what you’re wearing. Shit, you forgot about the sweater.

“Oh-- uhm, yes. Yes it is. I’m sorry, I can take it off right now, I was just too cold last night and I saw it laying there when I grabbed a cup of water. I swear I didn’t mean to like, steal it or anything. I just needed another layer to, y’know, not freeze to death,” you rambled on, your face flushing for the nth time.

“Oh [Y/N], no no, I was just surprised. You can keep it on, it looks better on you anyway,” he chuckled, leaving you even more flustered.

You buried your face into your hands, feeling like a dumbass. “I’m really sorry, I’ll wash your clothes and give them back,” you mumbled.

After eating breakfast with Shouta, you said your thanks and apologized profusely before leaving and ubering home. When you got home, you washed the shirt and the sweatpants that you insisted on washing; but you left the sweater on and enjoyed the comfort it gave you as you did random tasks.

After spending your afternoon grading papers, you decide to take a break. You also decided to text Shouta, still feeling embarrassed about the sweater situation.

To: Aizawa Shouta Hey, thanks again for letting me crash at your place last night. Anddd sorry again for being bothersome ):

From: Aizawa Shouta I already told you, it’s not a problem. Also, stop saying sorry! I told you, it’s fine

To: Aizawa Shouta Okay okay geez. I’ll give you your clothes back when I see u on monday! :)

From: Aizawa Shouta Alright, sounds good. See you Monday morning :)

The interaction has you feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush, and for the rest of the day, Aizawa Shouta was the only thing in your mind.

Okay, so here’s the deal. You washed his sweater Sunday night, and you definitely were going to give it back to him, but then, during your walk on the way to UA, the wind picked up and you got chilly. Here’s the kicker: you forgot to bring a jacket. So what did you do? Grab Shouta’s sweater from the bag of his clothes and you wore it. Again. You didn’t even plan to wear it that long, just for the duration of your walk. But of course, you just had to arrive the same time Shouta did.

“Good morning, [Y/N],” he greeted you at the school entrance, eyes already trained on your-- his sweater.

“Good morning, Aizawa,” you muttered, trying to keep your cool as you walk inside.

“You know, I don’t recall that sweater being that comfortable, but if you do find it comfortable, then maybe you should keep it,” he mused, a small smirk forming on his lips. You can already feel your face heating up as you silently hand over the bad with the rest of his clothes.

“I-- I swear I was gonna give it to you today, but you see, I forgot to bring my own jacket and I got cold and--”

“It’s okay,” he laughed as he noticed your face getting redder.

It was not okay. How many times do I have to embarrass myself in front of him? I need to get a grip, you thought to yourself, still walking beside him as you near your respective offices.

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei! [Y/N]-sensei!” You heard someone call out, only to see it was Midoriya.

“Good morning,” you both greeted.

“Wait-- [Y/N]-sensei, your sweater looks familiar. It looks like All Might’s gift to Aizawa-sensei’s birthday that I helped pick out,” Midoriya said as he examined your clothes.

“Oh-- uh, well--”

“Actually, Midoriya, can you see if Present Mic is here already? He has something that I need,” Aizawa spoke up, saving you from the ever so curious boy. Midoriya enthusiastically nodded and took off almost immediately.

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief. “But also, what? This was All Might’s gift to you? Why’d you let me borrow it? Oh god, Aizawa,” you groaned.

“It’s no big deal, Toshinori always gives me a sweater or a hoodie every year. No complaints though, I love sweaters and hoodies,” he shrugged, opening his office door.

“But it’s still his gift to you,” you insisted, following him into his office. When you were about to take his sweater off, he spoke up.

“Keep it, I already told you it’s fine.”

“But--”

“What are you going to wear when you walk home? It’s probably going to be still cold, so keep it.” His voice sounded so firm and commanding. That’s kinda hot, your brain involuntarily thought.

You blushed at his persistence, and what you just thought about. “Okay, then,” you said. Turning to leave his office.

“And like I said,” You turned your head to look at Shouta, “it looks better on you.” He finished with a wink.

Oh god.

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#aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta #bnha fic #bhna fluff #mha fic #mha fluff #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha aizawa #x reader #reader insert #aizawa fanfiction

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kuzuhinasecretexchange · 3 years

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Work Title: cryptic shells, orange juice, and candid talks

Author: @fieldofsunflowers8

For: @serpenteaus

Pairings/Characters: Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko/Hinata Hajime, No Additional Characters

Rating/Warnings: Teen Rated, No Content Warnings Apply

Prompt used: “postgame mundane shenanigans”

Author’s notes: hi! i apologize for this leaning towards the shorter side, but this was a lot of fun to write! i really hope you like it :D

Hinata swings around his cabin at the same time he always does, knocking and waiting patiently as Kuzuryuu heaves his ass out of bed.

It’s a really minor routine, in truth. There’s nothing super interesting about that repetitiveness– coming around at 8 AM, walking with him to the dining hall, bantering with him over some toast while they talk to their other friends, and spending the rest of their day working on the island or just relaxing. It’s the same shit every day, the same shit they do unless it’s like, someone’s birthday or something, and it should probably bore Kuzuryuu at some point.

It kind of doesn’t, though. In a sense that Kuzuryuu isn’t going to complain about seeing his boyfriend in the morning, or getting to vibe around the island with him, even if it’s similar to what they’ve always done. All of them find ways to keep things interesting– accidentally, like Komaeda, or on purpose, like Imposter– and the island always feels dynamic.

They’ve been through a lot. Having a kind of stability, yet one that shifts according to what they want Jabberwock to be, is sort of relieving. Kuzuryuu rarely got that relief in the past, and he sure as hell isn’t going to pass it up now.

Kuzuryuu makes his way over to the door, unlocking it. Hinata looks a bit more disheveled than usual, dark brown hair messy and growing a bit long, shirt half buttoned and his hands in his pockets, but he still gives Kuzuryuu a smile. “Hey,” Hinata says tiredly, “woke up late. How are you?”

Well, that explains it. Hinata likes routine, too, on most days (and sometimes he hates the tedium of it, but hey, Kuzuryuu can accommodate that too). “I’m fine. Just got up ‘nd shit. Let me brush my teeth and, like, get dressed. Is it hot outside?”

“Well, we’re on a tropical island,” Hinata deadpans, “so I would assume so. Bit cooler, since it’s November, but that’s how it always goes.”

Kuzuryuu nods, throwing open a dresser and changing into some shirt Hinata gave him a while back. Everyone on Jabberwock has a bad tendency to not remember who owns what clothes, so sometimes Komaeda shows up to lunch in Mioda’s skirt, or Koizumi ends up with Owari’s jacket, or Sonia nestles into Tanaka’s scarf. Nobody really minds, though– they’re all sort of a family, after all.

And, y’know. Kuzuryuu likes wearing Hinata’s clothes. Not that he would, like, outright admit that to him, but. Hinata has a nice scent of sandalwood and citrus, and Kuzuryuu thinks, as his boyfriend, he has the right to indulge in it.

‘Course, Hinata still has to point it out smugly. “That’s my shirt, isn’t it?”

Kuzuryuu gestures to the pattern on it– sunflowers, or something. Bit flashy, but Kuzuryuu can cut him some slack for it. It looks really nice on Hinata, either way, so. “Who else would have this shit?”

“Maybe Komaeda,” Hinata suggests while Kuzuryuu opens the bathroom door, pulling out the green toothbrush (there’s a spare blue one, for Hinata, in case he stays over) and putting on some mint toothpaste. “He’s picked up gardening, hasn’t he?”

“Him and Owari, yeah.” There’s a lull in the conversation, as he can’t exactly talk with toothpaste in his mouth, but he picks it up where he left off after he finishes. “Not sure how Owari got into it, actually, ‘cuz gardening never seemed to be her gig.”

Hinata leans against the wall. “The food, probably. Even though Komaeda’s luck keeps fucking up the strawberries, according to Hanamura. I wouldn’t really know, I don’t swing by there much, y’know, but. Probably for that.” Kuzuryuu nods, sliding on some pants and picking up his phone. Hinata straightens, already moving to nudge the door open. “Ready to head out?”

“Don’t know what else I’d be doing.” Hinata just snorts in lieu of a response, gesturing for Kuzuryuu to walk out first before closing the door behind them.

Hinata’s right, it is a bit cooler. It’s a subtle kind of difference, one that comes from knowing the island like the back of his hand, being able to tell when a storm’s about to hit and give them a shit ton of rain, or when it’s about to be super fucking arid, enough to give at least one dumbass heatstroke (fucking Souda and his stupid ass machine work, in the middle of the sun, with metal, and no water, for hours, in the fucking sun). It comes with time, basically.

And it’s sort of a neat thing. It should be boring, once again, but, eh. He likes it.

He thinks about that, sometimes.

Then Hinata makes an awkward gesture in an attempt to subtly ask to hold Kuzuryuu’s hand, and he stops focusing on the weather and all that bullshit, and more on his stupidly endearing boyfriend.

Kuzuryuu intertwines their fingers and mumbles, “You can just ask to hold my hand, dipshit.”

“You looked like you were thinking about something,” Hinata defends mildly. “So I didn’t want to, uh, just. Jar you straight out of that?”

It’s pretty considerate of him, Kuzuryuu considers, even though it’s kind of just inefficient, like the weird waffling they did when they first got together. Which is always really funny to think about in retrospect, because, like, the two of them have always been close. Back in the simulation, they got along decently well, and in the miserable months after waking up, the two of them would stay the night with each other all the time, doing scattered things across the island to distract themself, hugging each other when the days got shitty.

It only really made sense, then, that they had some kind of charisma between them back then. It only took everyone waking up and shit calming down, managing to get some kind of therapy across the shitty telephone lines that the Future Foundation got them, for them to even think about that shit. But, hey, they got there in the fucking end, with the help of the others, like, trying to get them past the yearning into an actual confession.

(Kuzuryuu still remembers the humiliation of Souda and Komaeda– fucking Souda and Komaeda– being the ones that helped him talk to Hinata about it. Souda, who is the definition of running himself in circles, romantically speaking, and Komaeda, who wouldn’t know how to confess to someone normally if a walk-through manual slapped him in the fucking face.

… Not that Hinata’s help was much better. Sonia and Tanaka were pushing for him to confess to Kuzuryuu with a fucking shell. Like, just a cool looking shell, that they thought would appeal to Kuzuryuu’s fiery energies, or something.

Hinata still ended up giving Kuzuryuu the shell, for the record. But Kuzuryuu was a lot more invested in kissing his new boyfriend, at the time. It’s still… somewhere in his room. Just, as a little memory. Or something like that.)

Hinata squeezes his hand again, and Kuzuryuu jolts back to reality. He laughs at himself a bit. “Sorry, I was just, like, thinking about the shitshow that was us trying to get together, all that time back.”

He tilts his head, olive green eyes softening. “How come?”

“Because you trying to hold my hand was awkward as hell.”

The soft eyes are immediately hidden with an eye roll. “Fuck off.”

Kuzuryuu snorts, nudging him with his shoulder before they continue walking to the dining hall. “Seriously, though. That was such a fuckin’ week, wasn’t it? Hell, I still think about Komaeda looking me straight in the eyes and calling me an idiot.”

“I’m still not entirely sure that one happened,” Hinata jokes. “Like. I know Komaeda is kind of… a lot, but the fact that he just called your ass out, then and there, is so much. Then again, Sonia called me a dense motherfucker, so.”

“You are a dense motherfucker.”

“I am not a dense motherfucker.” Kuzuryuu shoots him a look, and Hinata sighs. “Okay. Sometimes, I am a dense motherfucker. But I did know you liked me! I just can’t, uh, interpret half my emotions at any hour of the day.”

The Kamukura effect, Kuzuryuu calls it in his head, but he doesn’t, like, verbally say that. Not that it would be an issue– Kuzuryuu is kind of adjusted to Kamukura suddenly fronting, and the two of them get along decently well, but. Y’know. It’s just kind of a weird thing to say, he thinks. “Yeah, I mean, that’s fair. We were still pretty fresh out of everything, I can imagine you had more going on.”

“Yeah.”

Kuzuryuu shoots Hinata a look, taking in the slightly pensive expression, before impulsively standing on his toes to kiss his cheek. His face erupts in a blush, because Hinata isn’t the most accustomed to physical touch, still, and Kuzuryuu takes the chance to say, “You aren’t stupid, though. You’re, like, really fuckin’ smart. And I get it. We all do.”

Hinata glances away in some failed attempt to hide his expression. “Thanks,” he mumbles, but he squeezes Kuzuryuu’s hand, so. He knows that the other gets what he’s getting at. He’s just flustered, sort of adorably, but Kuzuryuu would never admit that. He is not a sap.

(Well. Hinata’s eyes sometimes remind him of the times long ago, back at home, where it was sunny and he felt sort of okay, actually. And he has nice hair, y’know, falling into his eyes but nice to touch. And he’s nice, like, a real sweet guy with a closed off heart that you can still sort of trust. And he reminds Kuzuryuu of the sunshine, just, entirely.

… So maybe a little bit, but, hey. One of them has to maintain the romantic coherency around here, and if they have to pass the baton of sentiment, so be it.)

“You’re contemplative today,” Hinata remarks.

“You spend half your time brooding and getting lost in thought, and you’re getting on my ass?”

Hinata laughs, which makes Kuzuryuu’s scowl soften. “Fair enough. Sorry.”

“You’re fine.” Kuzuryuu sighs. “Just. Thinking about us, again.”

“That’s, uh, pretty sweet of you. Or just really, really sappy, I guess.”

“Shut the literal fuck up.”

“It wasn’t an insult.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They’re at the dining hall, now. As Hinata opens the door for them, the sound of the others becomes pretty apparent. Hanamura in the kitchen as usual, Tanaka and Souda’s voices distinct amidst the sound of everyone eating. There’s probably a few people missing– Komaeda and Owari come to mind, since Owari eats food unreasonably early sometimes, and Komaeda tends to show up when fewer people are there– but, since Hinata and Kuzuryuu got up sort of late, the rest are probably there.

It’s… nice. Another one of those expected things, mundane as all hell and probably boring to literally anybody else, but Kuzuryuu likes it. Likes the way things flow, likes the routine, likes it all. Even when it’s, yeah, sometimes decently repetitive.

Hinata gets the door for them again– chivalrous dumbass– and Sonia immediately issues them a, “Good morning, Hinata-san, Kuzuryuu-san.”

“What’s up.” Kuzuryuu lets go of Hinata’s hand to go and grab some food, his boyfriend engaging in an actual conversation with Sonia and Nidai. Kuzuryuu would like to later, no shit, but he’s hungry and Hanamura’s food calls to him. He gets himself some orange juice (that Hinata will probably steal from him, prompting an aghast orange juice and coffee, at once, are you fuckin’ serious? but, eh. Better than grabbing, like, milk or something). He also grabs some food, toast with some kind of spread Hanamura would give them the details of, before taking a seat.

Souda slides across him, leaving whatever conversation he had been having with Tanaka to the wind. “Hey there, soul bro! How we vibing?”

“Fine.” Kuzuryuu says with a shrug, instinctually scooting over as Hinata sits next to him.

Souda gets out another, “Soul bro number two! How are you?”

“Doing fine, Souda,” Hinata steals Kuzuryuu’s juice from the get go, so he kicks him under the table. Hinata stifles a laugh. “Tanaka’s giving you a death stare, though.”

“Ugh, dammit. Prick’s been getting on me over crystals, or some shit.” Souda gets out of the chair, already walking back over to probably start another argument with no other pretense. It’s early enough in the morning that Kuzuryuu doesn’t second guess the weird interaction, though Souda has a tendency to start and end conversations in the worst, most abrupt way.

He’s off, watching Souda and Tanaka go at each other while Koizumi sits tiredly near them, looking as if she’s debating whether to interfere or leave before Tanaka throws out an archaic insult, when Hinata moves to grab his hand and squeeze it. Kuzuryuu turns to look back at him, eyebrow raised. “What’s up?”

“Uh, nothing, really,” Hinata replies, and Kuzuryuu almost looks away again before he blurts out, “I love you.”

Kuzuryuu flushes, trying to roll his eyes to counteract it, but the awkwardly fond expression on Hinata’s face gives the impression that his plan didn’t work. Still, he keeps his voice casual (if not a bit softer, dammit Hinata, fucking contagious sentimental hours) as he replies, “Love you too, dipshit. Give me back my fuckin’ juice.”

“Of course.” Hinata takes one more swig before giving it back, and it’s almost a quarter empty, so maybe Kuzuryuu should have let the bastard keep it, but, eh. He’s too busy focusing on the I love you thing, which they’ve said fairly often throughout their relationship, but, still. He used to think– and Hinata must have, too– that it needed to be saved for big occasions, like birthdays or anniversaries or the days that come particularly rough. But, Kuzuryuu thinks that they’re worth hearing any day, even the particular slow ones, like these.

Later, they’ll probably go off to work around the island, separate for a bit to apply their talents wherever needed. Kuzuryuu will talk to his friends, hang out with Pekoyama a bit as she trains, and probably spend too much time contemplating to be productive.

But, it’s still a nice day. Slow, and a bit chilly comparatively, but a nice day.

And, hey. He can roll with that, he thinks. That they’ve earned their share of peaceful days after everything.

He shoots a glance over at Hinata while he’s eating. His face is neutral as he fiddles with his sleeve and thinks about something, either entirely random (like the light fixtures, or something), or a topic a bit more serious that he might bring up to Kuzuryuu later. He’s come a long way, in being open with that, but also with just… everything. Both of them have. Hell, the reason they could get together was that growth, getting through it all, that bullshit. All of that shit, to get here.

And, to be honest? Despite all the shit they went through, the shit that Kuzuryuu wished they didn’t have to go through, wouldn’t have gone through again no matter what…

… he’s pretty fucking happy that the two of them are here.

Together.

#kuzuhina #kuzuhina secret santa 2020 #serpenteaus #fieldofsunflowers8 #submission

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muwur · 4 years

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧ “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧ “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧ “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

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memoriashell · 3 years

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the luck of the draw ( surely is not in her favor )

Characters / Pairing: Fukawa Touko / Naegi Komaru ( focused ), ft. ( some of ) Class 78

crossposted on ao3

Notes: day two of @tokomaruweek, i'm combining the killing game and talentswap prompts!! it’s still before midnight i’m totally not late at all here,

featuring my totally not original talent / roleswap luck student komaru au. because creativity is dead and i think komaru being stuck in a killing game is ??? when you think about the fact that komaru canonically sees ghosts. you KNOW she ends up possessed by one of the dead students in the last trial bc someone wants to say fuck you to the mastermind :/ also the fact that syo remembers shit but just never says anything feels like great potential!! they just want to love their partner but toko won’t let them front this is homphobia /j

anyways this au just lives in my wips rent free bc i keep changing my mind on how i want things to play out anyways. so this is more of a concept and not canon to that au if i ever finish it and that's also why this takes place in ch1 so i don't gotta think too hard on the details <3 any talents brought up are the ones i'm for sure sticking with.

tws for touko's general paranoia / anxiety / etc, mentions of murder bc kg au, and also since i usually depict syo as nonbinary with they/them pronouns, komaru’s technically accidentally misgendering them from her pov bc she doesn’t/can’t tell that syo is fronting, in case that bothers you!!

Summary: for being chosen on the basis of luck, it doesn't feel like she's ever going to catch a break here.

It’s quiet, this morning.

Not that she really knows any better— they’ve only been trapped in the school with the murder bear for a few days, after all. So maybe Komaru’s focusing on the wrong part.

It’s less that it’s quiet, there’s a few faces missing that she’d have expected to get there before her. Especially since she’d managed to sleep through her alarm again and had been kind of late; she had fully expected to be greeted with a lecture as soon as she’d gotten to the dining hall. Alright, one person specifically that stands out in her mind, but it hasn’t gone unnoticed by her that Fukawa’s not there yet. Weird, given the moral compass had lectured her for being tardy to meet up with everyone on their first day, and then for sleeping in the first morning, but...given the videos that bear had shown them the previous day, she supposes she can’t blame some people to feel reluctant to show up. Maybe that’s where she is? Going around to check on people? She had seemed a little paranoid that people were skipping out on gathering in the morning on purpose...

( Because she really, really doesn’t want to think about the possibility that Fukawa, or any of her other classmates might possibly be dead. That someone would have actually gone through with trying to kill one another? So she simply won’t think about that fact. It feels kind of like a Pavlovian...no, wait, that’s the wrong person. Uh. Freudian theory? Ah! Schrödinger’s cat. Yeah, that kind of scenario )

Okay, that settles it! She should probably have breakfast first, and if Fukawa hasn’t shown up by the time she finishes, she’ll go see if she can find her. Besides, she’s sure they aren’t the only ones who are concerned about the ones that haven’t shown up. Maizono seemed super nice ( unsurprisingly ), so maybe if she’s still hanging out in the dining hall, Komaru can convince her to help her in her search! Now that she thinks about it, she can probably ask anyone that comes by the dining hall for any leads.

...But why does she care so much in the first place? It’s not like she doesn’t care about the others: even the ones already dead— she can’t place why exactly she feels attached to people she barely knew, but she’s always been pretty sentimental. Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s the way Fukawa seems to try so hard to be close to people in one moment, and then so distant in the next.

In any case, standing in front of the fridge and spacing out is probably far from a good idea, besides the obvious fact that she’s in the way— she doesn’t even notice that someone has decided to take advantage of her distracted state to pull the wool over her eyes. Er, the hoodie of her jacket, technically.

She’s hardly gotten a chance to push the hood back before a hand comes down on her head to ruffle her hair. Or, well, she presumes that is his intention, even if the gesture comes off as more of a light noogie. She puffs her cheeks out in a pout, glaring up while the other smirks down at her. “‘Sup, squirt? Falling asleep on yer feet, or is there another reason yer zoning out in the middle of the kitchen?” The baseball star tosses an apple in his hand like one would with a ball, and she considers lightly kicking Oowada’s ankles in retaliation.

“Just thinking. You probably shouldn’t play with your food like that though.” She responds, and he makes a face at her.

“Ah, so ya do still got something still rattlin’ in that tiny head of yours, good. Worried I knocked everything outta ya.” He teases, reaching past her to open the fridge door. “An’ why would you do that to yerself? It’s still too early in the mornin’ fer that shit.”

“Well...I’m just a little worried. There are fewer people hanging out in the dining hall this morning.” She admits.

He scowls. “Pretty sure they’re just antsy ‘cause of that damn bear ‘nd if any of them have a lick of sense in ‘em they’ll be busy looking fer a way out or somethin’. Don’t worry yer pretty lil’ head about it.”

“...Yeah, I guess.” She can’t help but worry, but her concern isn’t exactly going to help right now, at any rate. Maybe she’ll just find something that she can take with her to eat. “Oh! But speaking of that, did you happen to see Fukawa-san on your way here? I would’ve thought she would have stayed around here this morning, honestly.”

“Her? Mm, yeah, heard her and Ishimaru goin’ at it in the halls earlier—”

“They were what?” Before he can finish his sentence, Asahina’s voice cuts in from behind her, pitch breaking midspeech.

“Fighin’! They were jus’ yelling at each other! N...Not anything weird!” Oowada backtracks in a panic when he realizes how poorly his wording could be misconstrued, even if such a thought never occurred to her. “Jeeze, ya think the Public Morals chick would engage in that shit? Not that I don’t think she might be a bit hypocritical with her rules ‘nd shit but—”

“No! No, I don’t! That’s why I was asking!” Asahina retorts with a huff, and while they bicker, Komaru takes this as an opportunity to slink out of the kitchen with a slice of toast. Unfortunately, Maizono seems to have left in that span of time, but the Clairvoyant happens to be sitting alone, so she figures she might see if she has anything interesting to contribute.

Enoshima opens an eye to stare at her upon hearing her footsteps, presumably, and before Komaru can even greet her, she speaks, monotone. “Four.”

Whatever question you’d planned to say dies in your throat, instead sputtering out a bewildered, “H-Huh?”

“It’s your lucky number for the day.” She sounds bored, as if she’d been stating the obvious, instead of some cryptic statement.

“...Isn’t that the number of death?” She is less certain of herself than she wants to be, ignoring the shiver that runs down her back upon realizing this.

Enoshima grins at that, for reasons she doesn’t understand; cheery voice a total 180 from what it’d been moments ago. “Well, perhaps it means you’ll be having a meeting with death today? Probably about time someone kicked the bucket, someone was bound to snap sooner or later... I’m sure your luck will kick in though, right? But I’ll wish you good luck anyways!”

“Thank you...?” Is that the appropriate response here? She’s not sure, but it’s probably not worth lingering on any longer than she already has, and decides with a rising urgency that maybe she should find Fukawa.

Although, recounting the conversation in the kitchen, she wonders if she should check on Ishimaru as well. Neither of them really struck Komaru as the kind to fight ( with their fists, at least, Fukawa’s mouth seemed set on picking a fight half the time ), so to say she was a little concerned might be an understatement. Given the writer had a tendency to be more openly friendly she could probably get a straight...well, an honest answer from him as to what had happened.

But she wanders for what feels like ages, and doesn’t have any luck ( haha, the irony ) in finding any hint as to where either of them might have gone, and decides to stick to her efforts to find Fukawa first. Ishimaru seemed like the type to be more resilient, so maybe she can catch him around their next meal time. If he didn’t lose track of time again, at least...

Ugh, she’d kill to honestly run into anyone around here. Not literally kill, obviously, but for reasons she’s been trying to keep quiet on, she really hates wandering the halls alone: or most places that they can access right now, to be honest. She keeps seeing this one ghost this one ghost in particular ( or at least Komaru is pretty sure she’s a ghost ), but she refuses to acknowledge her hanging around because that would be weird, and she would like to seem normal and if someone saw that it’d be a hassle to explain.

Fortunately, her search finally turns up fruitful when she finds Fukawa spacing out in the A/V room.

...Unfortunately for her, finding Fukawa earns her a pretty close brush with death. In the blink of an eye, a pair of scissors are thrust against her throat, pinning her back against the moment she steps into the room.

Oh. Uh. Oh god? Was Enoshima actually right about that? Her breath catches in her throat and for a moment, she wonders who would find her if she was killed here. Would they care? What about her parents— Makoto?

Would they sigh and just ponder if she’d ever been lucky at all?

And just as quick, the cold metal is pulled away from where it rests against her neck. “Oh. It’s just you.” The words are spoken with more warmth than she can ever recall hearing Fukawa speak with, which is really weird considering what just went down.

Ever so smartly, Komaru doesn’t actually process what is said to her, and responds with, “Isn’t that technically against the rules?”

A thin eyebrow is raised at her, scissors being tucked away under her shirt. Uh. “No? That’s what they want, right? Or are you so naive that you think that everyone would really follow the rules?”

Well. She’s probably not entirely wrong in thinking that she’s naive, but... “Isn’t, uhm. Isn’t that your thing, though? The rules?”

Fukawa looks startled to have this pointed out to her, for some reason. “Oh, hahaha, yeah. T-Totally! I was just...uh, testing you.”

Okay, now she’s just downright acting strange? Komaru’s willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that maybe she’s just acting odd because the videos are weighing on her mind. They are in the AV room, after all. Something doesn’t add up though, but she can’t quite place what it is...

Komaru opens her mouth to ask the other a question, but when she looks back over at Fukawa, her expression has gone kind of...distant? Hazy? She doesn’t quite know how to describe it, and begins to ask if she’s feeling okay when the other girl sort of...collapses into her, arms going around her loosely. She panics a little because that can’t be a sign of anything good, right? Is she feeling dizzy? She’s not passed out, and at least she’s breathing normally. She’s surprisingly pretty light, so it’s not like it’s really an issue to just help support her until she feels better.

The only warning that she gets is the feeling of the other girl tensing up before Fukawa suddenly bolts upright and shoves herself away. Komaru frowns a little, not because of the sudden change in attitude ( if anything, she finds that strangely reliving ), but moreso out of concern, attempting to reach her hands out to help steady her on her feet, but gets her hands slapped away before she can do so. “Don’t touch me.” She hisses.

Okay she’d be lying if she said that didn’t sting, but she can’t help but laugh for a moment. “Ahaha— sorry, I’m not laughing at you. For a moment there, you seemed like a completely different person! I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, Fukawa-san.” If she were more aware of the situation, she might feel more guilty for being unintentionally insensitive: but as she doesn't, she simply misses the way the other looks nervous for a moment while she wonders what that had been all about ( but can’t quite gather the nerve to actually ask ).

“Y-Yeah, real likely story. You just...just came to l-laugh at me in a moment of weakness, r-r-right?” She glares, hands clenched. “I know your type! No one is...is actually that nice w-without some kind of ulterior motive.”

Is that what she actually thinks about me?

“No! I really am glad to see you’re feeling better. You really had me scared there for a minute.” She says sincerely, offering her a reassuring smile. “If you want, I’ll listen to whatever’s bothering you. It’ll stay between us.”

Fukawa scowls, watching her for a long minute with a guarded expression. “There w-was something on the, uh, disc that Monokuma gave you, right? Just like— like everyone else?”

Huh? Well, if this is what it takes to get her trust, then she supposes she can talk about it... “Yeah. It was my parents and my older brother. It’s...kinda scary to think about, honestly. What about you, Fukawa-san? Was it also your family?”

“No. M-M-Mine was blank. Because...because there was no one to choose. Or so he says.” Her jaw is clenched. “Of course, I had to— I acted like I was the same as everyone else, b-because it’d be strange if I didn’t, right? You’d think I was, was working with them or something...everyone would really hate me after th-yhat.”

“Uhm, I’m pretty sure Togami-san didn’t even blink an eye...?” She tries to bring up as a counterpoint, but apparently she has more to say.

“A-A-And before you ask, it’s not like they’re wrong about that, so...so it didn’t surprise me to here it. But everyone got s...something similar, right? All these personal th-things about us...just how much do they really know? How are we supposed to act like, like this is all normal when they’ve got that kind of leverage over us...!”

Oh. She’s shaking— she’s scared. She’s been putting up a front? Komaru puts two and two together after a moment, gently taking the other girl’s hands in her own. This time, she doesn’t get pushed away.

“I’m scared too.” She admits. “Thinking about it like that is scary. But that’s what they want from us, right? To make us scared, so we act the way he wants us to, right?”

Fukawa remains silent, but the conflicted look on her face at least indicated that she was paying attention to her and not ignoring her like she might’ve feared. Komaru squeezes her hands in an attempt to be reassuring. “But you think we’ll all get out alive, right? So no matter what, as long as you believe that, no matter what they might know we’ll be okay. And if you don’t think you can do that on your own, I’ll be right here to support you. So we’ll definitely get out alive, it’s a promise...!”

“You...You really don’t know wh-wh-what you’re saying.” She mutters under her breath, but Komaru takes it in stride with a grin.

“That’s not a no!” It’s not a yes either, but Fukawa doesn’t humor her in further acknowledging the subject: it doesn’t really mater, because Komaru sees a hint of what might be called a smile in her gentle expression.

Yes, at least with one of your peers, you are sure you’ve grown a little closer with today ( and for today, that is a good enough start ).

#tokomaru week 2021 #tokomaru #toukomaru #komaru naegi #touko fukawa #toko fukawa #danganronpa #* zhi writes #listen!! i think thh protag komaru has potential and she deserves those rights

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Getting Off The Wrong Foot

[Christian Yu | Chapter X]

Warning: This chapter is quite long, consider it a double update, since I suck at posting regularly lol. A lot of things happening in this chapter, I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated! Stay safe and healthy guys!

Previous Chapters:

”So…what’s up Jay?” You mustered his face through narrowed eyes as your suspicion grew. It would be a lie to said you didn’t think this was weird. Jay had just appeared at your office without prior announcement and insisted on having lunch with you, so now here you two were — sitting across from each other and finishing the last bites of your meal, pretending like you didn’t just have a huge argument the other day. You talked about all kinds of topics like you always used to with the exception of one. But it was only a matter of time until one of you had to address it in order to sort it out.

“I-I haven’t been a very good friend to you lately…I guess I’m trying to make up for it,” Jay stuttered as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He was never really a big talker. That’s why a lot of people always described him as cold and distant, sometimes they would go as far as call him rude. He found it incredibly hard to express his feelings or show his emotions, but he always tried his best with you. You saw his efforts, even just the slightest attempt was good enough for you.

“It’s ok,” you reassured him with a warm smile.

“It’s really not. I was a little bit selfish,“ he let out a long sigh followed by silence. “What do you mean?” You titled your head, blinking your eyes at him confused.

“Honestly? I really wanted Kiseok and you to get back together. I wanted for all of us to hang out like we used to do. I missed having you around. That’s why I pushed you into forgiving him.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive him, Jay.”

“I know,“ he nodded his head. “You don’t have to. He hurt you. You have every right to be mad at him. I’m not gonna meddle in your relationships anymore.”

“Relationships? Plural?” You cocked up a brow at him. Jay had always been a rather nosy person, especially regarding your relationships. He always gave you dating tips and it was Jay who played cupid, when both Kiseok and you were too shy and cautious to make the first step, even though it was painfully obvious to anyone around you that you had feelings for each other. Jay hesitated a moment before answering.

“You and Christian…”

“There’s no me and Christian,” you let out a brief chuckle in disbelief, rolling your eyes at him. Considering what had occurred in the past between them, you understood why Jay bore a grudge against Christian, but there wasn’t anything going on between the two of you. It was merely sex. “I’ve told you it’s not like that.” “I know, but what I’m trying to say is…I wouldn’t mind…even if it were like that.” “Thanks, but that’s not gonna happen,” you denied it without hesitation. You let out a brief laugh. Whatever Jay was insinuating was so unlikely that it sounded ridiculous to you. Christian had showed no interest in you and he made it clear that he wasn’t looking for something serious whereas you were still struggling to get over your ex.

“I saw him looking after you at the launching party.”

“So?” “Live was about to perform. There were some issues backstage.” “So?” You repeated even more impatient than before, not understanding what he was trying to get at. “He should have fixed the issue himself or at least waited for them to get fixed. He’s part of their crew after all, but instead he went after you. Because in that moment you were more important to him than the performance.”

“You’re reading way too much into it, Jay,” you laughed, gently shaking your head at him.

There must have been a simple explanation for this, you thought. Christian probably went looking for me to help fix whatever issues they were having and then got entangled in a conversation with me and he simply forgot his initial intention - and there it was again and this time you even caught yourself doing it. Yet again you expected the worst of him. You treated him like a person who was unable to care and show affection.

“Whatever, that’s not the point,” Jay chirped in. “I’m just saying…don’t hold back because of me. If you like him, just go for—.”

“I don’t like him…not like that” you cut him off immediately.

“I’m saying, if.” “There’s no if,” you strongly denied again.

“Ok fine,” Jay laughed at your insistence. “Then let’s just say, whatever you…want to do, I’ll have your back.”

~*~

[Time Leap]

Out of everything that had happened the other day at the Nike launching party, it were Christian’s words that lingered on your mind. No matter what you were doing, the things he has said to you just kept following you like a shadow. The worst thing of it all was the he was right and you caught yourself doing exactly what he had accused you of. The moment you had met him, you expected the worst from him. He could have been the kindest and most caring guy in the world, yet at the back of your head he would still be the heartless womanizer. He never did anything that would justify why you thought so badly of him. But you let the past you thought you knew about him define him. You let the rumors you had heard about him shape the picture you had of him. None of it was fair to him.

“Hey.”

The surprise was written across his face, his eyes and mouth were frozen wide open. It took a second or two for him process what was right in front of him. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” his eyes softened at you and the corners of his mouth curled upwards into a small smile.

“I-I came to return your jacket.” You lifted the brown paper bag in your hands up, before handing it to him. He pushed himself up from his chair and took it back into his possession.

“Thanks.” His eyes never left yours. He didn’t even break the eye contact to check the content of the bag.

“You were right…I judged you.” You paused for him to say something, but he didn’t so an awkward silenced took over. He didn’t give off the impression that he wanted to break it, so you continued speaking.

“I guess it would be a lot easier for me if you were the guy from the rumors.”

“Why?” He furrowed his brows at you, the tone of his voice reflecting the confusion that was on his face.

“Then I wouldn’t get attached to you,” you told him honestly and it felt like you were stripping down naked. You had never showed yourself so vulnerable in front of anyone, not even Kiseok. You had always keep your pride and dignity with him, but standing here in front of Christian you tossed all of that away.

“I don’t mind if you do.”

You cocked up a brow and eyed him with disbelief as a quiet chuckle left your lips.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“You think I’ll leave? Well, I’m not. Whether we fuck or not.”

“So, if I were to say that I…wanted to stop sleeping with you—“

“I’d still listen to you whine about Kiseok,” he added playfully, a smile played on his lips.

“Why?” “Believe it or not, I care about you and by the way Minhee, you already ended it.”

“When did I do such thing?” You furrowed your eyebrows, pretending not to know what he was talking about. “When you were trying to be considerate towards Jay’s feelings.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” you shrugged your shoulders indifferently. Of course you remembered, after all you had replayed the conversation with him inside of your head again and again. However, despite what you had said, you weren’t ready to give up on your only escape from reality. Right now Christian was one of the few things that you looked forward to and kept you sane. You weren’t ready to deal with your feelings and broken heart yet, running away from your problems was way more appealing to you. “I guess you’re taking it back then?” Christian nodded his head knowingly as a teasing grin spread across his face.

He took a step towards you, shortening the distance between the two of you. He stared deep into your eyes. He cupped your cheek that was slowly turning red. “Does that mean I’m still allowed to do this…” He grinned at you before slowly leaning into you. You shut your eyes in anticipation, allowing him to do whatever he was going to do next. His soft lips brushed against yours, gently and slowly. Like a tease he pulled away, before you could lose yourself in that kiss. You whimpered at the loss of contact and opened your eyes again.

“Damn you, Christian,” you cursed at him as you realized he was just teasing you to begin with. “The guys are gonna be back in couple minutes,” he confessed, knowing if he gave in to his desires now, the guys would probably walk in on you. Although he pulled back, his eyes were telling you that he wanted you, right then, right there. “That’s my cue.” “Can I come over later?”

You both felt the tension. Your insides craved his touch. You craved his touch. You nodded once, a slight barely noticeable nod as you didn’t want to seem too eager. With a grin on his lips he gave you a quick peck before releasing your from his grip.

~*~

[Time leap]

Christian’s gaze cruised your figure which he had done before - multiple times even - and you got pretty much used to his unrelenting stare, but this time the look in his eyes was different. He wasn’t admiring you, it appeared as though he was in disbelief mixed with a little bit of confusion.

“Don’t get me wrong, Min, you look lovely as always…but what the hell are you wearing?” With a chuckle he shook his head at you while he was still mustering you with his eyes.

Your eyes trailed down your own body. You really liked the outfit you were wearing. It was simple and casual. You wore your favorite t-shirt combined with a skirt. Then your eyes darted to him, scanning him from head to toe. “Why are you so dressed up?”

He was dressed in a white t-shirt - nothing out of the ordinary - but the black suit jacket, black pants, and dress shoes made it seem like he was starring in a James Bond movie. “I told you my aunt’s a little bit extra.”

You blinked at him confused still not understanding what he was getting at.

“It’s a formal party, didn’t I tell you?” “Nope.” you shook your head. Even your makeup was kept minimal, reserved to a sweep of mascara. You thought it was going to be a casual party as most of the guests were either family members or people who were coming as a plus one.

“Sorry, my bad. Can you change?”

~*~

You changed into a simple black dress which was much more suitable for this kind of occasion and Christian seemed to approve as well. He stared at you, unconsciously biting down on his lips.

You walked to the table where you had your makeup sprawled. It was probably not that good of idea to change into the dress before putting on your makeup, but you didn’t have the time to worry about that now. You didn’t want to be the reason Christian arrived late to his aunt’s birthday celebration. You never used foundation because lucky enough you were blessed with even skin. But you did put on some concealer to hide away blemishes. Then you applied brown-reddish eye shadows and black eyeliner. Since you had already layered on some mascara you skipped that step and finished with a deep velvety shade on your lips. Earrings were fastened to your ears, before you clapped your hands together in content.

“Ready!” You exclaimed enthusiastically, but you received no response from Christian so you turned around to check what he was doing. You saw him sprawled on your bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. When you stepped closer you noticed that his eyes were closed. It didn’t even take you that long to get ready, maybe a good fifteen minutes, yet he had already fallen asleep. He must have really had overworked himself the past few days. You gently shook him by his shoulders to wake him up.

Christian jerked awake to see your grinning face. He immediately squinted his eyes as he was still getting used to the light.

“Shit, how long was I out?” He asked you, panic spreading across his face.

“Not long, but if we don’t wanna be late, we should go now”

He was still staring at you, his breaths becoming heavy and irregular. He pushed himself up by his elbow and got on his feet. Then he wrapped his arm around your body and swiftly turned you around. Before you could even process what was happening you felt his soft lips pressed against yours. You melted into the kiss, allowing him to deepen it. But you quickly snapped back and jerked away.

“What the hell are you doing? We’re gonna get late,” you reminded him of the time, but he didn’t seem to care that much.

“What if we do?” He hummed against your skin and left a trail of kisses along your neck.

“I don’t half ass things, Ian. If I’m gonna pretend to be your girlfriend, I’m gonna be the perfect fake girlfriend.”

“I’ll be quick,” he negotiated. He had already unzipped your dress by now and he was about to tear it off your body. “Christian Yu,” you warned him sharply. “Zip it up right now!” “Fine,” he gave in defeated, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. He turned you around and brushed your hair to the side, so it wouldn’t get caught in the zipper. The fabric of your dress tightened around your body again, but he didn’t stop there. You suddenly felt his soft lips brushing against your shoulder blades as he left a trail of wet kisses. His hand that was holding your hair earlier travelled down to your breasts, giving them a little squeeze before he pushed his lower body against yours grinding on you. “Christian Yu!” You shouted at him in disbelief. “Sorry, got carried away,” he quickly let go of you holdings his hands up in the air. “But we are going to continue this later, right?” “Depends on how you behave,” you stuck out your tongue at him and gave him a wink.

~*~

During the ride, Christian prepared you for the meeting with his family. He gave you a brief summary of everything you needed to know. He told you to definitely avoid his aunt if possible, because she was the hardest person to fool. She was known to have successfully set up some of his cousins, so she knew at first sight if there was some chemistry or not. He warned you not to talk to her without him being present to guide the direction of the conversation and help you out if you were in a sticky situation. You also made him promise that he wouldn’t leave your side. A promise as it later turned out, he wasn’t able to keep.

“Let’s get out stories straight. We worked on a project together. I was attracted to you and asked you out on a date. That’s how we started going out.”

It wasn’t that much of a lie. You did work with him on a project and he did feel attracted to you physically, you just never developed feelings for the other. Christian believed the more he stuck to the truth the easier it would be to fool his relatives. You didn’t have to remember too many lies and you could also improvise if needed. “That simple?” You cocked up a brow. “Why? You wanna add something?” “It sounds so…not romantic at all,” you said playfully as a chuckle left your lips.

“Then…how about…I fell in love with you at first sight and knew straight away you were the one,” he came up with a different scenario on the spot. “Now that just sounds unbelievable. Let’s just stick to the first one,” you laughed. “Do I need to know something about you?”

“My family knows me as a family man, so try not be too surprised.” “You?” You raised your brows at him in disbelief, trying to picture it inside your head.He didn’t give off the impression of a family man at all. He seemed rather independent and distant.

“And they don’t know that-“

“You sleep around?” You finished the sentence for him. “Yeah,” he nodded his head with an awkward laugh. “And they call me Rome. You should probably call be by that name too.” “Why?” “People close to me always call me that.” People in his private circle all called him Rome. Christian was the name he used at work.

“Anything else, Rome?” “That’s it.” ~*~

“Ok, here we go,” he took a deep breath, before he lifted his arm and pressed the bell. His hand was trembling a bit. You hadn’t seen him this tensed before. “Why are you so nervous?” You mustered his face. As though his nervousness was contagious you suddenly began to feel anxious too. “If you knew my family, you’d be nervous too,” he chuckled drily. His eyes flickered around the place and he couldn’t stand still. He rhythmically tapped his foot on the ground as you waited for someone to answer the door. Suddenly he passed the present he was holding from one hand to the other and held out his freed hand, looking at you expectantly. It took you a moment to understand what he wanted from you and it made you burst out into laughter. “Are you serious? You’re so stiff, it looks unnatural.” You said in between laughter.

“Why? Real couples hold hands, don’t they?”

“You look like you are being held at gunpoint. Just act natural!”

“If you were my girlfriend, I would hold your hand.” “You’re sweating!”

As you were bickering back and forth the door suddenly opened, revealing an elder woman. Her skin looked youthful, it was obvious that she must have put a lot of effort on keeping her skin looking so smooth. If you had to guess you would say she was in her late forties, but she probably looked younger than her actual age. Some of her facial features looked similar to Christian’s. Considering those similarities it wasn’t hard to guess her identity. “Hi mum,” Christian greeted her brightly. She was ecstatic to see her son, the corners of her lips rose upwards into a big smile. Without further hesitation she pulled her son into her arms, embracing him with her warmth. He took his face into her hands, inspecting him closely. “You’re overworking yourself again, aren’t you?” She nagged worriedly as she saw the big bags under his eyes and he looked visibly more exhausted than the last time she had seen him. But that was partly due to him being sick last week. He hadn’t fully recovered from his cold yet.

“And you must be Minhee,” her eyes wandered to you. She gave you a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet that an unexpected warmth rushed through you. You immediately felt comfortable around her. “Rome has told me so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You glanced at Christian with a raised brow, wondering what he had told her. This wasn’t even a real relationship, why would he talk about you with his mother?

You were about to introduce yourself politely with a handshake as you were taught by your parents, but she was quicker. She pulled you into a hug, gently patting your back.

“Come in, come in,” she invited you into the house. She linked her arms with yours and pulled you along while Christian was walking next to you. Your eyes travelled around the house and now you knew why Christian described his aunt as extra. The house wasn’t that big, but the interior made you feel like a princess in a castle. It was beautifully decorated with attention to every little detail. In the living room, where the live of the party was at, you could see caterers walking around in their black and white uniform serving finger food and drinks. There was a huge buffet on the table which was almost twice the size of Christian’s car. Next to it were piles of presents. Christian walked to the pile and left his own present on top of another, before he returned to you.

His mother began introducing you to a few family members and you also met his aunt briefly, though she had to disappear shortly after to take care of a few things. You didn’t know how you got here as everything happened so fast. But along the way you somehow got separated from Christian and now you were surrounded by his too curious female cousins and their friends who were peppering with questions about your supposed relationship with Christian.

“We all wondered what kind of girl he would bring this time,” one of them said and if you were being honest, you didn’t remember her name. There were just too many to remember. “The last time he introduced a girl two us was over two years ago,” another girl said. She pulled you closer and pretended to whisper into your ear, but she spoke so loudly that anyone around you could hear. “And between us, we didn’t like her that much.”

You furrowed your brows unconsciously as you recalled something he had said to you when you ran into each other in the club. He had told you about a girl who was obsessive and controlling. You wondered whether it was the same girl his cousin was talking about.

“She was a total gold digger. I’m so glad he’s not with her anymore,” they all agreed in unison.

“She bled him dry.”

At some point during your conversation one of the girls pulled you to the side. You remembered her introducing herself as Christian’s maternal cousin. She was a bit older than you and judging from the golden jewellery decorating her ring finger she was probably also married. She lowered her voice as she talked to you. “You know, Christian’s like a little brother to me. I’ve known him since he was a little baby. He might be a little reckless and dim at times, but he’s a good guy. He’s got his heart broken really badly the last time. Please take care of him.”

You nodded your head and promised to treat him well. You did feel bad for lying straight to her face when she had asked you for a favor in confidence, but since you had already agreed to do this for him you had no choice but to keep the act up.

“Tell me, is he good in bed?” One of the girls asked you out of the blue.

Hearing that question almost made you choke on the juice you were drinking. You coughed out loud to prevent the liquid from entering your lungs. “Excuse me?” You looked at her appalled by her blunt manner. You had figured she wasn’t one of his cousins and was probably a family friend, but you still didn’t expect such a straightforward question about your sex life.

“Don’t mind her. She’s had a huge crush on Rome since forever. She still fantasizes about him sometimes,” her best friend excused her brazen behavior.

“Whenever I see him I get dirty thoughts. I can’t help it,” she shrugged her shoulders unapologetically. Her eyes were still resting on you as if she was still expecting an answer to her question. “The sex is good, thanks,” you replied shortly. A memory of Christian’s exposed body flashed in front of your eyes, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks, blushing uncontrollably. Shaking your head, you attempted to rid yourself of any dirty thoughts that were crossing your mind. “That good, huh?” She smirked at you content with the answer your body had given her.

This conversation was getting more and uncomfortable by the second. You nervously glanced around the room, hoping to find Christian somewhere so you could escape from this interrogation. You needed to get out of this situation. If they continued asking you that many questions, to most you didn’t know the answer to, your little act might get exposed. You found him sitting at the table with his uncles who were having a drink with him. He quickly caught your eyes that were desperately screaming for help. He signalled you that he was coming over, before he turned his attention back to the table, probably excusing himself. Knowing he would be coming to save you, you felt relieved.

“Sorry, ladies. I’m afraid I have to steal my girlfriend back,” he apologised to the females in front of him as he held you by your waist. He pulled you close to him and led you away from them.

“You’re family is quite nosy,” you told him playfully as you let him guide you to an empty table. He pulled out the chair for you and waited for you to take a seat, before he sat down himself. As always he behaved like gentleman.

“I know, I know. Sorry for dragging you into this. They won’t ever let me live. That’s why I don’t bring girls home.”

“Except for one.”

His eyes wandered to you, the subtle surprise spread across his face. In that moment he seemed almost vulnerable. “How do you know?” His gaze lingered on you. The expression on his face appeared rather blank as though he wanted to hide his feelings from you. It was pretty obvious by now that this particular girl must have hurt him deeply.

“Your cousins talk a lot,” you chuckled lightly. Christian’s eyes travelled around the room without aim, avoiding your gaze. He was reluctant to reply. As you noticed how uncomfortable this topic was making him feel, you decided not to probe any further. It was none of your business anyway.

“I told you about the over-controlling girlfriend, didn’t I?” He then said much to your surprise. You nodded your head slowly.

“She tried to dictate my life and to some extent I let her. I thought the feelings were mutual so I tried my best to make her happy and be the person she wanted me to be. I later found out she only used me for clout. She wanted my connections to the industry, not me.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled under your breath as you didn’t know what else to respond to this. You couldn’t have guessed from his exterior and the way he was carrying himself. But it was self-centered of you to think you were the only one whose trust was betrayed, the only one who had been hurt. He was no exception to it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckled affectionately. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you’re about to cry.”

“I’m not!” You made a grimace giving him a punch for that stupid remark.

“How did you get over her?” “Sex. A lot of it.” “Of course,” you rolled your eyes at him with a laugh. “So you’re playing with people’s heart because you got your own broken?” “Nah, I don’t play them. I’m just having fun. I’m honest with them from the start. I make things clear from the get go. It’s not really my fault if they end up expecting more.” “Well, you’re charming, kind and you treat them well. You can’t be surprised they actually fall for you and want more, can you?” Christian anchored his attention on your face, his eyes unmoving lingering on you. He let the silence take over as if he was waiting for you to say something else. “What? Do I have something on my face?” You blinked at him confused, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. “What about you?” “What about me?” “Are you falling for me too?“ He asked, his eyes locked with yours. [To be continued...]

What do you guys think Minhee’s answer will be? Are they developing feelings for each other? Please let me know! Looking forward to reading your thoughts!

#christian yu #christian yu scenarios #christian yu imagines #khh imagines #khh scenarios #khiphop scenarios #khiphop imagines #dpr scenarios #dpr imagines #getting off the wrong foot

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tumblebee-the-smol-bean · 4 years

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hey, if you're not too busy, maybe secretly regressor logan getting so overstressed from planner changes and schedules that he slips right in front of roman in his room???💕

Thank you so much for the prompt first of all! I’m sorry it took me so long to answer.

Too much work, not enough sleep

Cg Roman Regressor Logan

Logan tapped his pencil against his glasses. He was so tired but also so close to being done with Thomas’s schedule. He took a second to look up from his work to the clock and sighed, he’d been working for well over fourteen hours now, but it was fine, he didn’t technically need food, even if he was really craving some Crofters right now...NO. No that could wait until he finished the schedule and he was almost done, he just needed to- “Hello your royal nerdness!” Great, Roman had dropped in and now he was interrupting Logan’s work. Just what he needed right now. He rolled his eyes and tried not to scream at Princey to just leave him alone. Instead he said in a calm voice, “I am quite busy at the moment Roman. Please take your business elsewhere for now.”

Roman scoffed and Logan flinched a bit. “Well you don’t have to be so rude about it. I just came to tell you that the plan for next week is changing.”

Logan froze. No. NO. he couldn’t have said that. He was so close to being done he wanted to cry. Big boys don’t cry, he tried to remind himself. Big Logan had to fix this, he couldn’t afford to cry and regress and throw a tantrum over a simple schedule change, Even if that’s exactly what he wanted to do. Besides, Roman was right there, he could control this, he had to. So he sighed and turned to him, setting down his pencil. “What nature of schedule changes are we talking about?”

Roman grinned and plopped a few scattered pages of what looked more to be doodles than written out plans.

“Well I’m just so glad you asked! You see Thomas has just been so bored lately and that is no fun at all, especially not for me, so I decided we’re going to enter daydream mode a few times to help solve this pesky little problem! Oh! I’m also helping him come up with a new song, it’s going to be sooooo good when we’re done!”

As Roman rambled on Logan became more and more frantic, shuffling through his papers and Roman’s doodles and trying to figure out where to put them. No, no no nononononono. This would shake up the entire schedule! He’d have to completely re-write the planner!

He tugged at his hair in frustration as tears welled up in his eyes and he began to feel himself slip. NO. not right now! Never in front of the others!

Roman paused his rant when he saw that Logan was obviously distressed. “Logan, are you alright? You look upset.” “FINE!” Logan managed as he tried to usher Roman out the door. “M’ fine! Go ‘way!”

Roman definitely wasn’t leaving now. Logan seemed really upset. He turned back around instead of going out the door like Logan clearly wanted him to. “Pocket protector you do not seem to be ‘gucci’ so to speak are you sure-”

And thats when Logan broke. It was all too much and the stress of the last several hours along with his exhaustion and sudden panic over the new planner changes and not being able to get Roman to leave crashed down on him and he fully regressed. “GO ‘WAY!” he screeched before crumpling into a ball on the floor and beginning to sob.

“Whoa!” Roman quickly shut the door behind him, figuring Logan wouldn’t want the others to see him like this but he didn’t leave. Logan clearly needed some help. Instead he crouched down next to him and rested a hand on his back.

“Logan what’s the matter?” he asked softly, trying to figure out the root of the problem so he could fix it. But Logan only wailed harder. “S-S-so many changes! nd’ you not supposed to be here when m’ like this!”

Roman was puzzled, why was Logan talking like that? He was normally extremely well spoken and used big words Roman didn’t even understand half the time.

“What do you mean’like this’?” he asked instead of commenting on his speech.

“Like...like when m’ small.” he sniffled and clung onto Roman, his small side winning over and just wanting comfort and affection and to forget about all the stressful stuff big him had to deal with.

“When you’re....Oooh...” Roman was finally struck with the realization of what was going on.

“Are you regressed Lolo?”

Logan looked up in shock before slowly nodding his head. How had Roman known? he hadn’t even known before he practically broke his computer doing research on it.

Roman smiled. “That’s alright bud, Janus regresses too and sometimes I help Remus look after him. Do you want me to watch you for a bit?”

Logan was trying to take in several peices of information at once. One, Roman didn’t think this was weird. Two, Janus regressed as well, and three....Roman...was offering to look after him? He had always had what if thoughts in regards to having someone to act as a caretaker towards him when regressed but he normally pushed them aside and ignored them. Afterall, who would want to watch him?

But here Roman was, soft smile and outstretched hand and Logan couldn’t help but to launch himself into his waiting arms and whisper sniffle, “Really?”

Roman cocked his head to the side and smoothed down Logan’s hair, “Really buddy, I don’t mind.” he smiled and the answer caused Logan to practically melt out of sheer happiness. “Can you tell me how old you are though so I know how to take care of you?” Roman had only ever helped out Remus when watching Jan but had never done this on his own. However he did remember that Janus had an age range he could regress within that often changed, and with it how Remus took care of him did as well.

Logan has to think for a second. It’s rather hard for him to tell sometimes, but Roman is patient and eventually he held up three fingers.

“You’re three?” he asked to double check, Logan nodded softly but didn’t say anything else, still a bit shy.

Roman smiled wide and hefted him up into his arms. causing him to squeal in surprise that soon morphed into excitement.

“Can you tell me what made you regress little prince?” he asked first and foremost. Janus sometimes regressed just for fun but he could be triggered sometimes when he was upset and considering Logan’s outburst Roman assumed it was the later.

Logan cooed happily at the nickname before frowning a bit and whining softly, pressing his face into Roman’s tunic.

“Lots a work...almos finish nd’ then it changed!” he sounded really upset and Roman realized his fault.

He rubbed Logan’s back and sighed. “I’m sorry little one, I should have talked to you before, we can save the daydreaming for next week.” The longer he looked at Logan’s papers he started to realize he hadn’t seen him out all day.

“Sweet little prince,” he began, successfully gaining Logan’s attention. “Have you been working all day? I didn’t see you come down to eat.”

Logan nodded. “Fouwteen hours, twenty seven minutes nd six seconds”

Roman tried and failed not to look shocked. “Well we can’t have that! That’s much too long for little princes to be working!”

Logan looks surprised at this, he always worked like that. Coffee, computer, three or four hours of sleep and a small snack then repeat. “i’ is?”

Roman shook his head he was definitely going to have a talk with big Logan about his work habits. “Yes, but we can talk about it more when you’re big again, for now we need to get some food in you.”

He makes sure Logan is well supported before carrying him downstairs, luckily it was late so Logan didn’t make a fuss like he would have had he thought there was a possibility of anyone seeing him while regressed. Instead he just swung his feet when Roman sat him on the counter to open up the fridge and looked around. He wasn’t usually in the rest of the mindscape when he was small. Stay in his room and his secret stayed hidden. He only came out when he needed to use the restroom and even then it was a mad dash.

Roman finished preparing some mac n cheese for him and set it down in front of him along with one of Jan’s old sippy cups that he didn’t tend to use, but it was decorated in stars and planets and seemed perfect for Logan.

He looked at it for a second before bouncing excitedly when he saw the space pattern “Staws!”

“Yes baby, stars.” Roman chuckled before kissing his forehead and taking him to the table to eat.

He was still a bit shy to use his sippy cup in front of Roman but he assured Logan that he’d seen Janus use them a billion times and sometimes even bottles when he was very tiny so he shrugged and drank the juice contents. He also ate his macaroni and made a bit of a mess but Roman just cleaned it up with a small smile.

“Alright Star, I think it’s bedtime for you.” he tutted as he scooped him up.

“Noooooooo, don wanna sleep.” Apparently big Logan and small Logan had that in common.

“Yeeeeeeeeees” Roman replied as he carried him up to his room. “little boys need their sleep and I happen to know that this little boy hasn’t slept alot as of late.”

Logan grumbled but relented, Roman wasn’t wrong and he was really tired, he stifled a small yawn. He still saw it however and hummed with a smile. Logan really was adorable.

When they reached his room he set him on the bed and tilted his head, Logan tilted his back, mirroring Roman which was so adorable he almost cooed. instead he snapped his fingers. “Ah, I know what’s missing” He snapped again and Logan was dressed in soft pajamas with planets and galaxies adorning them. The small side pet the soft fabric in awe and his eyes lit up at the planets. “Thank you Roro!” he half whispered, still engrossed in his new pj’s. The prince chuckled “of course little astronaut, I’m not done though, you can’t very well go to sleep without a soft cuddle buddy now can you?” and suddenly Logan was holding a star plush, it was almost half his size and impossibly squishy. Needless to say he loved it.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“No problem little one.” came the chuckled reply as Roman tucked him into bed. “now try and get some sleep”

Roman went to turn out the lights but Logan spoke up softly one last time,

“Roro?”

“Yes my little prince?”

“You be my cuddle buddy too?”

Roman smiled and slid under the covers, snuggling Logan (Platonically or I’ll stomp you with my hooves)

“of course star.”

#Age Regression #sfw age regression #agere sfw #sanders sides agere #logan sanders #roman sanders #caregiver roman #agere logan

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aetm-malereaderimagines · 4 years

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Hey! How about a male reader scenario where the reader has an intense crush on Sawamura Daichi and finally confesses to him ( after a LOT of struggling) only to find out Daichi was also about to confess to him on the same day. Also i love your effort to make male reader scenarios. It really makes it easy for queer males to also have the same experience as straight female fans. Keep it up!!

Firstof all, thank you for your request! Second of all, duh XD I’m a gayguy myself so ofc I write gay fanfiction! Mymain reason to start this blog was actually my frustration caused bybeing unable to find decent HQ!! reader inserts where the reader islegitimately gender-neutral. Yes, even gender-neutral. There are some nicemale reader inserts out there but they’re few and far between.So I usually end up looking for gender-neutral insterts, headcanons, and scenarios but… Some of them areblatantly meant for female readers. Some of them claim to be gender-neutral but you can clearly see they’re actually not or just employ male and female gender stereotypes I’m definitely not comfortable with. And some ofthem are female reader inserts that are tagged as x male reader… SoI decided to say “fuck it” and create some content myself that myfellow queer readers can actually enjoy! LGBT people are alreadydenied the same experience regarding love and sexuality that straight people get so if I can somehow contribute to making this world ofours a little less fucked up for my fellow queer folks, that’s all I could ever wish for!

Okay, but enough of myinconsistent rambling and let’s get into the actual scenario!Although I probably have a crush on every and each HQ!! character(well, maybe except some of the older guys lol), Daichi is actuallyone of those I’d probably consider the best boyfriend material soI’m really glad you requested a scenario for him! Justfyi, I made the readerKarasuno’s 2ndyear manager so that Ihave something to start from, hopefully you don’t mind. Ireally hope you’ll like it! enjoy!

Also let me apologize that it took me so long to write this but for some reason, I’ve been feeling utterly uninspired lately :/ It took the first episode of S4 and a volleyball match I watched yesterday for me to finally get some inspiration to finish this scenario XD

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x Male Reader

Word count: 1659

告り告られ — A Double Confession

“Oh come on, just confess tohim!”

“You know I can’t!”

“You can and you will!”Yachi’s eyes bored into you and you turned your gaze away, feelingas though those two goldenorbs were penetrating your very soul. “Why do you have to make itharder than it actually is? You like him, you confess, you gettogether. Simple!”

“Like hell it would go thatsmoothly,” you scoffed. “I don’t even know if he’s gay.”

“Oh come on, have you not seenhow close he is with Sugawara-san?”

“But that’s precisely theproblem!” You looked Yachi in the eye confrontingly. “If he’snot gay, I don’t even have a chance, and even if he is, I stilldon’t have a chance since he’s probably already inlove with Suga-san.”

“…you will confess to himeventually anyways,” Yachi cut the conversation, pouting.

You looked away. You knew she wasright. You were going to confess to him eventually. It’s just… Itwas so fucking hard to work up the courage. You’dhad a crush on Daichi since your first year, since a while afteryou’djoined the volleyball club.

Atfirst, it was all fun and games. Youjoined the club simply because you liked volleyball but getting towatch pretty boys get all worked up and sweaty while playing was anice bonus for you. Once you realized you liked Daichi, it got evenmore fun… for a while. Howmany people could say they get to see their crash shirtless on adaily basis?

But the longer you watched, thecloser you got to him, the more painful it got. Daichicould look scary at first, especially during practice sessions whenhe had to rein in first and second years, but asalways, appearances couldbe deceptive. Youmanaged to befriend him, also getting closer with Suga and Asahi inthe process, but soon yourealized that being just friends was hardly enough for you. Youstill couldn’t forget that one time when Daichi said you were “likea younger brother to him” and how much it hurt.

“All right!”

What snapped you out of yourcontemplation was Daichi’s voice. Whileyou were bickering with Yachi standing on the side of the court, theboys were actually training. Shimizu was in charge of taking notestoday so you and Yachi didn’t have much to do at the moment.

You turnedyour eyes in the direction Daichi’svoice had come from. Andthere he was, looking asgood as always, with that damn smile of his he always had on his faceafter a good receive, just a few feet away from you.

So close yet so far.

It was the day. It was the dayyou were going to confess to Daichi.

It had been a month since yourargument with Yachi. Over the last 30 daysand even more late-night phone calls with Yachi, you decided toconfess your feelings to Daichi. Even if he didn’t like you back,you wanted him to know what you feel. The days were growing longerand Spring High wasgetting closer and closer. Regardless of whether you won or lost, thethird-years were going to quit the club once the tournament was over.And once that happened,you were bound to grow more distant with Daichi, let alone having achance to confess to him. If you were going to do it, you had to doit now.

The morning sun was shininggently upon you as you walked through the schoolyard withyour heart pounding in your chest andyou still had like half a day to go before the actual confession. Youreally hoped your teachers wouldn’t quiz you today. You’dprobably fail it miserably since you couldn’t focus on anythingelse but the dreadful perspective of what was going to happen thisevening.

Yourplan was simple. You were going to take alittle longer cleaningup after practice so that you end up staying alone in the storageroom. Then, Yachi was going to “notice” that you’re missing andask Daichi to go and look for you because she had “somethingimportant to talk to you about.” If everything went smoothly, youwere going to end up alone with Daichi in the storage room. That wasgoing to be your chance.

When you were going overthe plan in your head walking down the hallway, your phone rang. Youpulled your phone out of your bag to find out you had a new text fromYachi.

“I’m sorry m(_ _)m”

You tilted your head. That wasall she wrote.

“What do you mean?” youtexted back as you entered your classroom.

You spent the first periodstressing over Yachi’s message. Whatever she was sorry about, itwas bound to be nothing good.

Turnedout Yachiwas sick.

Accordingto Yachi herself, he had suddenly felt really unwell last night whichhadturned out to beonly the beginning of a long, feverish night. Whenher mom had taken her to the doctor this morning, she’d beendiagnosed with a bad case of influenza. Shewould probably be staying at home for at least a week.

Yourplan was ruined, which of course made you very upset… but somewheredeep in your heart, you also felt kind of relieved that the momentyou were going to confess to Daichi was put off by at least a week,and you hated yourself for it.

Youlet out a deep sigh as you leaned against a mop you held in yourhands. Youended up being the last one left in the gym anyways, no matter yourplan. You’dlied to Shimizu and the guys about needing to clean up the storageroom—you needed some time foryourself.

“Needsome help?”

Youturned your face up to find the source of the voice only to be facesby Daichi leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

You gulped.

You didn’t even need your planto be left alone with Daichi.

If this wasn’t the heavenstelling you it was high time you’d confessed then what was.

“Yeah,actually, I’m really glad you’re here,” you said, lookingstraight at Daichi. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Yougulped. “I like you.”

Youfinally said it.

Daichi stood in front of yousilently, as though processing what you had just said, and you justwaited. You weren’t going anywhere until you got an answer,especially given that Daichi was standing in the doorway, blockingyour way. You had quite a spectacle to watch anyways.

Thefirst few seconds, Daichi’s face just… froze, as he stared at youunblinkingly. Then came a slight blush which gradually turned moreand more red eventually taking on the color of an especially ripebeet. Hecovered hismouth with both of his hands, as though he was in an utter shock.Which he probably was. It took him like half a minute to calm down.Once his blush subsided a little bit, he lowered his hands andfinally let himself blink.

“I… I like you, too,” hesaid quietly, turning his eyes away from you.

“No, I don’t mean it likethat.” You smiled sadly. “I mean it, like, in a romantic way.”

“That’s what I mean, too.”

This time it was you that foundyourself shook to the bone.

“What…wait, what?!”

“I actually came here toconfess to you,” Daichi explained, his blush growing brighteragain. “Shimizu told me you’d said you’d stay in the gym alittle longer and everyone else has already left so I thought it wasmy chance…”

You stared at each otherwordlessly for a few seconds. You were the one to start laughing.

“Whatthe hell is this?! Whathave I even been worried about this past year?!”

“Iknow, right?” Daichi giggled as well. “Wait,you’ve had a crush on me fora yearalready?!”

“Over a year, I’d say,” youresponded. “You?”

“You beat me on that one.”Daichi’s smile was really the most beautiful thing you’d everseen. “I’d say since the previous Spring High? You remember howyou cheered me up after we lost? That’s when I realized.”

“Isee.” You couldn’t stop grinning. “So I guess we’reboyfriends now?”

“I guess so.” Daichi grabbedyour hand and pulled you toward the door. “Let’s go hometogether.

“That’s so amazing!!!!!!I’m so happy for you two!!!!!!!!! And I’m so so sorry I couldn’thelp you today T_T”

You smiled at your phone. Yachiwas really the sweetest.

“If you hadn’t supportedme this whole time, I wouldn’t have confessed to him in the firstplace!”

“Sorry you had to wait.”

You put your phone back into yourpocket as you turned your eyes to Daichi. He had to grab hiss stufffrom the club room and you’d been waiting for him downstairs.

“No problem,” you responded,readjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “Shall we gothen?”

“Let’s.”

You walked down the streetleading up to the school. You were talking and laughing, enjoyingeach other’s presence. It was late and there was nobody around.Daichi grabbed your hand and you squeezed it back.

“Hey,” Daichi started, hisvoice sounding a little anxious. “Don’t you wanna come over? Myparents are at home but I’m sure my mom will be happy to have youover for dinner. We could watch some movies or something.”

“Sure thing,” you respondedwith a smile. “I’d love that.”

Daichi smiled at you again andyou couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You leaned in placing agentle kiss on his lips.

A clap of distant thunder rumbled throughthe skies. You couldn’t know that yet but it was just the beginningof a thunderstorm that was going to force you to stay the night atDaichi’s house.

Not that you minded.

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lynelovespopculture · 4 years

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The Wedding-Missing Scenes for Ch. 16

Zelda Spellman ran along the path that separated the church and the school, clutching the full skirts of her black and red wedding gown. She could faintly recall her mother telling both her and Hilda that a lady, be she witch or mortal, shouldn’t run in a dress, certainly not a wedding dress. But Zelda knew her mother has never experienced anything like this. Her head swam when thinking of the events of the last 20 hours. As a devoted daughter of the church of night, Zelda was overjoyed and honored to know that the anti-pope agreed to marry her and Faustus. The arrival of his unholiness seemed to be going well but the true madness came that night. It was when she and Hilda were waiting for the dark lord in her new chambers at the academy to see if he would come and bless her on her wedding eve. Zelda, of course, would never admit it but she was frightened if the dark lord would take her, as was his right. When he at last arrived, Zelda kept her back to him, yet knelt to submit and she swore her heart stopped when she felt his long claw around her shoulder but then it happened. A scream, loud enough to wake the dead. She and Hilda rushed into the hall, with the others and saw it; the anti-pope, bloody and dead in his bed. The Academy of the Unseen Arts was supposed to be a haven for the young witches and warlocks of the Greendale coven and now the father of fathers had been murdered under the school’s roof! Worse still, 1 of the boys standing over the body was her nephew, Ambrose, covered in blood and looking confused. Despite Zelda’s and Hilda’s pleas to wait, Faustus killed the 3 others in quick succession, but Ambrose was able to be spirited himself away. Before Zelda could even consider what happen, the manhunt for Ambrose was on and the bride-to-be found herself back home at the Spellman Sisters mortuary. As Faustus and his boys combed the house for Ambrose, Zelda could barely feel her legs as Hilda led her off the parlor to sit with her sister and Sabrina. Sabrina’s big, pleading eyes were like twin daggers in her heart.

“You don’t really think that Ambrose killed the anti-pope, do you, Aunt Zee? I mean, this is Ambrose we’re talking about here. Our Ambrose.”

“Yes, the same Ambrose who plotted to blow up the Vatican.” As usual, her remarks were sharper than she intended.

After another sip of brandy, Zelda looked up to see Faustus coming in saying that Ambrose was nowhere to be found but the hunt for him would continue. Faustus then completely shocked her by insisting on going ahead with the wedding.

“Come Zelda. We must return to the Academy.” Faustus held out a hand for hers.

Oh, that right. Zelda thought, suddenly remembering. I don’t live here anymore. Zelda had a sudden urge to stay here, cuddle up with Sabrina and Hilda and pray for Ambrose, wherever he was. Don’t be a child! She scolded herself. Faustus was right; what the coven needed now was strength. Zelda was a Spellman, very soon to be a Blackwood, 2 very important names in the coven. After all, her late brother, Edward had been high priest and now it was Faustus. Her coven, her school, her world was looking to her now. Zelda put down the glass, stood up to straighten her dress and left with Faustus and the schoolboys.

Back the academy, chaos still reigned. Teachers were trying to calm down students, to coax them back to bed. The headmaster’s living quarters were on the 3rd floor. When Zelda saw the still blood-stained bedroom of the witch pope, she held tighter to Faustus’s arm.

They stopped just in front of her chamber door. “You must rest, Zelda.” He told her softly.

“Who can rest after all that has occurred here tonight?” Zelda genuinely wanted to know. “I’m still trembling.”

“Try” Faustus said softly and then stepped closer, his voice lowered even more. “There are still a few hours before dawn, you may still be visited.”

“Oh.” Zelda lowered her eyes to the ground; when all the twists and turns of the evening, Zelda had almost forgotten. “Faustus, I have already been visited.”

“What?!” Faustus was beyond shocked. “When?!”

“Earlier this evening” Zelda admitted.

“And? Did he...christen you?” Faustus wanted to know.

“Almost, I mean he was just about to but then I heard Dorcas’s scream and quick as lighting, the dark lord disappeared.”

“Then I must be the luckiest man alive.”

“Faustus! What a thing to say on the night the father of fathers was murdered.”

Despite the scolding, the groom smiled and took Zelda’s hand. “I’m sorry, Zelda, but it’s true. Think about it. What other warlock can claim highest blessing from the dark lord on his marriage and yet have his bride completely…untouched for himself.”

His heated look of utter desire bore into to her and Zelda felt her insides melt. Just because she was marrying him for power and not love, didn’t mean that Faustus wasn’t the best damn sex of her entire life. Faustus stepped closer and kissed her brow, the way he always did when he felt she was anxious. “Goodnight, my dearest.” He whispered before taking his leave.

Zelda watched him leave, before she sighed, turned on her heel and entered her own room. Zelda felt sure that the dark lord would not return so for the 2nd time that night Zelda undressed, putting on her most unflattering nightgown she had. It was also her warmest and she needed that. Knowing that a messy murder had taken place across the hall just 1 hour before chilled her to the bone. Zelda laid down in the cold bed and closed her eyes but just as she suspected, there was to be no sleep for her that night. Zelda met the dawn fully dressed and half done her 2nd cigarette. By 7, Faustus had called the teachers in his office for a staff meeting. Faustus laid out the schedule for the day. After morning assembly, students would report to their homeroom for attendance, as usual, then everyone would walk to the church for the funeral then lunch where Zelda would hand over her group to go dress for her wedding, which would take place as soon as the students would settle back into the church. After the staff left, Zelda hung back and once again, asked Faustus if it wouldn’t be better for everyone to delay their wedding, only a little.

“No one and nothing will stop me from marrying you today!” Came his sharp reply.

Zelda’s eyebrow rose. It wasn’t what he said but his tone. Almost as if he knew someone would object to the union but aside from Sabrina’s teenage outbursts, who would dare? Faustus was Greendale’s high priest and she, the sister of his predecessor, as well as a known teacher and midwife. True, it was a little soon since Constance’s death for her widower to remarry but truthfully, she and Faustus were too high standing in the church and the coven for everyone to say anything. Faustus must have sensed her unease because he took a step toward her and took her hand.

“It will all be alright.” He said and then led her to the morning assembly. It passed in a blur for Zelda as did homeroom. It was just as 4 senior boys acting as pall bearers bringing in the coffin that it hit her. I’m at a funeral. Zelda thought. I’m at a funeral on my wedding day! Faustus conducted the service, of course and after it was over, Zelda gathered up her students and herded them into the lunchroom. 15 minutes later, Brother Lovecraft arrived to take over and Zelda exited the room. Outside, in the main hall, Zelda saw her sister and Hilda tossed her a smile and an apple.

“Knowing you, Zelda, you probably haven’t a bit to eat all day.

Zelda smiled at her little sister and bit into the apple. “So, how’s Sabrina?” She asked softly.

“I don’t know. She was still sleeping when I left this morning.”

Zelda rolled her eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, Hildie.”

Hilda shrugged and curled both her arms around 1 of Zelda’s. “Maybe I am, but it’s my big sister’s wedding day and as maid of dishonor it’s my job to get you dressed for the rest of today, you’re the star.”

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Zelda confessed quietly and with her free arm bit into the apple again before her smile got too big as the sisters climbed the rest of the grand staircase in silence.

20 minutes later, Zelda smiled at herself in the full-length mirror as Hilda hummed as she fastened the back of Zelda’s gown. The sisters wore matching dresses made of red full skirts and black overlay sewn into the corsets and long selves. As the bride, Zelda had the grander gown.

“There.” Hilda said with a sigh. “Finished. Now you look like a bride.”

“Well, I’m starting to.” Zelda walked away from the mirror and from her opened chamber door saw Prudence in the hallway. At first, Zelda was filled with dread. Surely, the girl wouldn’t pick now to ask her yet again to pled with Faustus on her behalf. Then again, maybe not. Prudence seemed to just be walking by, unaware of Zelda’s nearby presence. Odder still, the girl was smiling to herself and happiness was a rare emotion on Prudence.

“Prudence, child?” Zelda found herself calling out. “Are you alright?”

Prudence blinked. “Oh, Sister Zelda, forgive me, I did not see you. I was just dressing for the ceremony. I’m late because I was called down to the main office. My father had finally decided to give me the Blackwood name!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful for you, dear.” Hilda proclaimed. The entire coven knew how badly Faustus’s daughter wanted to be recognized.

“Indeed, it is.” Zelda smiled and put a gentle hand on the girl’s back. “It appears that we will both be Blackwoods before the day is out. Come in.”

Prudence smiled. “My father says he needs family around him at the altar today.”

That statement set off a lightbulb in Zelda’s mind. “Then why don’t we grant his request?” Zelda took a step backwards to look at her sister. “We still have Sabrina’s bridesmaid dress here, don’t we, Hilda?”

“Of course, yeah. It’s in the other room. We could just pop over.”

Zelda nodded and turned back to Prudence. “Well? What do you say? Would you care to join us and attend me at the wedding?”

The child’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, Sister Zelda! You honor me!” Then, as if catching herself in her own happiness, Prudence caught herself. “I mean, of course I will.”

Zelda had to chuckle. Poor Prudence, so afraid to show genuine emotion, just in case someone may mistake it for weakness. Just like herself at that age. “Hurry now, we haven’t time.” Zelda gently pushed the girl toward Hilda’s waiting hand. The 2 scurried into the next room to make ready. Meanwhile, Zelda sat down at the vanity and fastened her thick, gold necklace and put on her earrings. She was brushing her hair when Prudence and her sister returned.

“Prudence, you look wonderful.” She really did. True, the red dress was made for Sabrina, but Prudence was slightly older and um, more developed and the very low neckline looked stunning on Prudence. “But something’s missing.” Zelda stood up and fastened a sliver necklace around the girl’s neck. “There. Now, you’re perfect.”

“Thank you, Sister Zelda. I promise to return it right after the ceremony.”

Zelda smiled. “Keep it. It’s a gift.” The necklace was supposed to be a surprise for Sabrina, but Prudence didn’t need to know that.

After all she’s been through, the poor girl deserves a kind stepmother. Zelda thought, thinking about how long it took Faustus to recognize his daughter and worse still, when Constance tried to kill her last Feasts of Feasts.

“Come along now,” Hilda said, breaking into Zelda’s thoughts. “We must finish getting you ready.” Hilda guided her sister back to the vanity and with Prudence’s help, fixed the golden deer crown and black veil upon Zelda’s head. Just as they were finishing up when a schoolboy knocked on the door.

“Sister Spellman? Father Blackwood sent me to say he’s ready when you are.”

Zelda thanked the youth, stood up and held hands with the other witches and said the words to teleport them to the church small front lobby. The bells rang out while Hilda adjusted her sister’s veil and gave Zelda the dagger and they were ready. The precession began; Prudence went first, then Hilda and Zelda bought up the rear. The bride was slightly annoyed when she saw that some people who attended the funeral didn’t see it important enough to stay for the wedding. Zelda dismissed the thought and kept her eyes front. Maybe Faustus was right, maybe everything would be okay.

Famous. Last. Words!

The wedding was a complete disaster. Zelda couldn’t decide which part was worse. Was it when Sabrina and Nicholas used glamours to transform into Edward and Diana and even when that magic was exposed, they accused her groom of murdering her brother and sister-in-law. Or was the worst part, mere seconds later, when Ambrose showed up seemingly out of nowhere, and tried to attack Faustus. Thank the dark lord Prudence was there or Zelda might have been a widow before she was a wife. Anyway, the schoolboys had seized him, but Ambrose was so wild, so out of control, that it took a new bunch of guards plus Faustus to teleport him away. It wasn’t until she took a breath, turned and faced the crowd that Zelda realized it. She was alone. Zelda Spellman stood at the altar, facing the entire coven, exposed and humiliated. A bride without a groom. A still unmarried woman in a wedding dress. Zelda bit her quivering lip but still felt hot, terrorist tears behind her eyes. She wouldn’t allow herself to cry, not here, not now. Zelda grabbed her gown with both fists and ran. Ran out of the church and down the path. Hearing the nearby pleas of Hilda and Sabrina only made Zelda run faster. She didn’t stop running until she reached the school lobby. Zelda took off her veil and that damn deer crown that was giving her a headache. Somehow, probably by teleport, some witches she just left at the church, stood before her. Zelda ignored them and went down the hallway that led to Faustus’s office.

“Is he in there?” Zelda asked the boy guarding the door.

“Um, yes but Father Blackwood said to give no entry to anyone.”

“Surely that doesn’t apply to me.”

Zelda tried to step around the youth, but he lightly touched her stomach. “Stop, miss.”

“Miss?” With or without her wedding day ruined, she was still Zelda Spellman damn it and now, this schoolboy, this child, thought he could lay his hand on her and tell her what to do. Zelda raised an eyebrow.

Faustus Blackwood crossed his arms as he watched 2 of his boys throw Ambrose Spellman against the wall for the third time. “Tell me, Brother Ambrose, why shouldn’t I throw you in the witch’s cell and throw away the key?”

“You bastard!” Ambrose screamed. “You killed Luke!”

Luke? This whole thing was about Lucas? Faustus suddenly fought off the urge to laugh. The boy had him! Faustus was certain that Ambrose had choked up that damn familiar by now and then it was just a short step to figure out who truly killed Enoch. That’s why he had killed the other boys, that why he had done everything in his power to find Ambrose last night and when that mission had failed, he knew he had to marry Zelda now. But no, this jackass had to appear at the worst possible moment and ruined everything. The only luck Faustus had with him today was young Ambrose was in too much grief to see the truth staring him in the face.

“You killed Luke!” Ambrose repeated, still screaming at the top of his lungs.

Before anyone could say or do anything, a sudden gust of wind blew the double doors of the office wide open and the boy guarding the door, landing flat on his back, helpless as a turtle. Faustus felt his heart skip a beat as Zelda came into view. It seems that Faustus had hated Edward Spellman forever, but he has loved his sister for even longer. Even now, years, centuries after they first met, Faustus could swear Zelda was his own fallen angel sent from hell. Zelda was strong, intelligent and powerful, exactly what his father told him NOT to look for in a wife. Yet, the qualities made Zelda, well, Zelda and Faustus could never resist her. Also, her beauty, her beauty was always overwhelming. Her soft hair was as red as hellfire and clothes hang on her so well that Faustus wondered if she enchanted all her clothes or was her body just that perfect. Right now, Zelda wore a wedding gown, but her finger was ringless. Due to the children’s wild antics, Zelda was his bride, but still not his wife. Satan in hell, what was it going to take? It didn’t surprise him that Sabrina interrupting the ceremony, he swore that girl stayed up late thinking up new ways to test him and he wasn’t even that upset that young Ambrose tried to kill him. What really burned him that he had to leave the church unmarried. Faustus had been dreaming of marrying Zelda Spellman since he a little more than a boy, but Edward had blocked the marriage and forced him into a union with Constance. With his 1st wife finally dead and he and Zelda carrying on a newfound affair, Faustus had his chance.

Meanwhile, Zelda frowned and walked towards her nephew. “Did I hear you right? Did you just accuse Father Blackwood of killing Lucas?”

“Auntie Z, he did it!” Ambrose insisted.

“Oh, did he?” Zelda smiled and nodded slightly. “Then, please tell us, we would love to help, where did you find Luke’s body?”

“I didn’t find the body.” Ambrose’s screams turned into broken whispers.

“Then where did you see Faustus hide the murder weapon?” Zelda tried again.

Ambrose shook his head. “No weapons.”

Faustus went to his desk, his head down so no one saw his smile. Maybe he wouldn’t have to defend himself. The boy seemed perfectly capable of hanging himself.

Zelda sighed. “So, let me get this straight. You attacked the high priest at his own wedding, not to mention, my own, to get revenge for a murder that you have no proof he committed and to do so, you came out of hiding for murdering the anti-pope.”

“Father Blackwood killed the anti-pope too!”

“Are you insane, Ambrose? I was there last night; we were all there. We saw you and the other boys over the father of fathers with those knives. Father Blackwood came in only a moment before your Aunt Hilda and I did. How on did he kill him?” Zelda wanted to know.

“Leviathan!” Ambrose chocked when the boys pulled him backwards.

Zelda was confused. “Your familiar? The one that went missing weeks ago? What’s he got to do with anything?”

“That’s enough!” Faustus stepped forward. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense. It’s the witch’s cell for you. Take him away!”

“No!” Ambrose tried desperately to free himself, but he was too outnumbered.

“Don’t worry,” Faustus called after him. “You won’t be alone for long. Soon you’ll have company, such as Mr. Scratch and your cousin.”

“No!” This call of distress came from Zelda. Faustus gave a groan and closed his eyes. Why did he say that out loud? Of course, Zelda would object to her precious niece in a cell.

“Your excellency,” Zelda addressed him formally, “may I have a word with you in private?”

Faustus sighed but turned to wave his other boys out. Once they were alone, Faustus sat down behind his desk. “I know what you going to say, Zelda, but I cannot just excuse Sabrina, not this time.”

“That is not what I was going to say.”

Zelda not defending Sabrina? That’s a first. “Then what do you want?”

“I want what you want, Faustus.” Zelda journeyed to the desk. “I want strong leadership for this coven and for this school. I would also like to see justice done and you can’t have justice if you give 2 wayward students the same punishment as the anti-pope’s murderer.”

Faustus hated to admit it, but she was right. “What do you suggest, then?”

Zelda sat. “I suggest that you forget the bad blood between you and Sabrina.” When Faustus opened his mouth, Zelda held up a hand. “Just for a moment. Suppose 2 students using glamours, coming into the academy and accused a teacher of murder with no grounds. As headmaster, what would you do?”

“I would have to expel them immediately.”

Zelda nodded. “Then that is what you must do with Sabrina and Nicholas.” She said firmly.

Faustus sighed and stood up. “We need to discuss one more thing. I got a call from Rome this morning. As high priest it’s my duty to escort the anti-pope and the monks back to the Necropolis.”

“I understand. If you are asking me to look after the school- “

“I’m not asking you to look after the school” He cut in. “I want you to come with me.”

Zelda nodded. “Of course.”

He smiled at her, walked nearer, took both her hands in his and pulled her to her feet. “But I don’t want to take you as Sister Zelda Spellman, they’ll not lodge us together unless we are Father and Lady Blackwood. Marry me, Zelda. Here and now, in this office. Unless, your family’s accusations have changed things between us somehow.”

“No.” Zelda’s eyes held his and her voice remained strong. “Nothing has changed between us, Faustus. But if we are to marry here, we will still need witnesses and we left the rings at the church.”

Faustus nodded. “Quite right.” He left her to cross the room and opened the door.

“Marcus” he addressed the boy on the threshold. “Tell Brothers Lovecraft and Barker, I wish to see them and please send someone to fetch the wedding rings from the church.”

The teachers arrived before the rings, so Zelda and Faustus took the chance to sign their marriage license. When a bodyguard arrived with the rings, each witness took a ring, the bride and groom joined hands and the wedding began anew. Faustus called back the demons of the deep, however he skipped the blood and blessing and went straight to the vows.

“I, Faustus James Blackwood, take thee, Zelda Phonia Spellman, to my wife and lady. To be my sole partner to walk beside me along the path of night. By day, by night, in bed and in life, forever and ever.”

“I, Zelda Phonia Spellman, take thee, Faustus James Blackwood, to my husband and lord. To be my sole partner to walk beside me along the path of night. By day, by night, in bed and in life, forever and ever.”

Faustus turned to Brother Barker, who stood behind him and handed him the ring. He then slid the silver band onto Zelda’s bare finger. “This is my eternal vow, from this day until my last day.”

Lovecraft gave Zelda the ring and she put it on Faustus’s hand. “This is my eternal vow, from this day until my last day.”

All 4 knew the wedding was completed and Zelda smiled as Faustus leaned in to kiss her. However, their lips met for a mere 4 seconds before the door opened again.

“Father Blackwood!”

“What is it now!?” growled Faustus.

The boy trembled. “Forgive me, Father Blackwood. But the students are done with their dinner and the staff are unsure of what to do next.”

“Doesn’t evening assembly usually follows dinner?” Faustus’s tone was annoyed.

“Yes, sir. But you usually lead evening assembly. Plus, Sabrina and Hilda Spellman have been seated outside your office for quite some time now.”

Faustus narrowed his eyes. “Oh, have they now?”

He walked forward menacingly but Zelda walked backwards with him, her arm around his waist. “Faustus, Faustus!” They stopped but Zelda continued to speak. “Go to evening assembly. I’ll go tell Sabrina her punishment and send her and Hilda home.”

“Are you sure?”

Zelda sighed, stood on her tiptoes and gave her husband a proper kiss. “I’m right behind you. I promise.”

Faustus looked her over. “We’ll be leaving soon. Perhaps you should skip assembly and get ready.”

Zelda nodded. The doors opened, Faustus and the other warlocks went right while Zelda turned left and beheld her niece and sister.

“Congratulations, Sabrina. You ruined my wedding day!” Zelda told the others about Ambrose and Sabrina’s own expulsion. Zelda was angry and annoyed going into this conversation, but it really irked her when Sabrina said that she was glad she stopped the wedding. Zelda responded by smiling and announced that she had married today anyway. She turned and left but was followed.

“Aunt Zelda, you can’t!”

“I already have, Sabrina. Now, if you excuse me, Father Bl-“ Zelda caught herself. “My husband and I will be leaving soon, and I need to change. Hilda, take her home.”

Zelda looked back and found that her little sister was silently crying.

Zelda took Hilda’s hand and pulled her out of Sabrina’s hearing. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Do you think it could be that Father Blackwood could’ve something to do with Edward’s plane going down?”

Zelda recoiled as if Hilda had slapped her. “You doubt him. Which means you doubt me.”

“What? No, sister, I would never doubt you.”

“Then you must think I’m evil enough to betray our brother’s memory by hearing about his murder and then turn right around and marry the man who did the crime?”

“Forget I said anything.” Hilda placed a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“No” Zelda brushed the hand away. “Go home, Hilda.” Zelda went upstairs, alone. As she pretended to scratch her eye, she really was wiping away a tear.

“Sister Zelda?” Prudence, who had changed out of her bridesmaid dress and was now wearing her normal short black dress with the white peter pan collor, met her at the top of the stairs. “Would you like a hand to get out of your gown?”

Zelda smiled. “Yes, Prudence. That would be kind, child.”

As they walked to the chambers, Zelda could only focus on the last word she spoke. Child. My stepchild. My oldest stepdaughter. Zelda then thought of baby Leticia, who she visited a few days ago. The wood witch was taking good care of her and Zelda would visit them after they returned from Rome. She and Prudence entered the chamber and found a few schoolgirls fussing around the room. As soon as they saw Zelda, they all stopped, lined up and curtsied. “Lady Blackwood.”

For 1 insane moment, Zelda wanted to turn around and look for Constance. Then she felt foolish. Oh right, I’m Lady Blackwood now.

The schoolgirls were leaving, Zelda saw that there were 2 piles of folded clothes on the bed.

“Wait,” Zelda said to the last girl. She went to the bed and picked up one pile of clothes.

“This belongs to my sister. She’s downstairs, please see that she gets it. I don’t want her up here.”

The girls left and Prudence moved forward to unbutton Zelda’s gown. She was helping her new stepmother into a basic black dress when Agatha came in. “Pru, Father Blackwood wants a word with you.”

Prudence looked torn but Zelda smiled at the girl. “Go on, see your father. I can finish up here.” Zelda was alone when she changed her heels, put on her hat and gloves before she fastened the diamond broach on her new black cloak, a wedding gift from the teaching staff.

A schoolgirl knocked on the open door. “Lady Blackwood, the others are ready.”

“So am I.” After 1 final look in the mirror, Zelda left her room. She found Faustus at the top of the stairs. He took her hand. For 1 insane moment, Zelda wanted Faustus to tell her he loved her. She pushed the thought aside as Faustus kissed her, almost as if to claim her. Together, they went downstairs and out the front door where all the students were lined up. As Faustus explained where they were going, Zelda spotted the monks that came with the anti-pope and had done nothing all day but stay in the guest chambers, praying and now they were getting into the waiting limo. Faustus had finished speaking and Zelda thought nothing of walking beside him until he stopped.

“You forget yourself, my dear,” Faustus whispered to her. “A wife walks behind her husband.”

Wait, what? Zelda was confused by his statement, she froze, unable to speak or move for a few moments, then she started to walk again. Faustus got into the car and the boys fussed over getting baby Judas into his car seat, so Zelda walked around to the other side. Her heart broke when she looked across the way and saw Sabrina and Hilda on a bench, both with tears in their eyes. Zelda took a step forward.

“Lady Blackwood?”

Zelda suddenly saw the boy that was holding the car door open for her. After a quick glance at her niece and sister, Zelda got into the limo. She watched as the car drove away from the school. Zelda felt Faustus’s hand cover her own and returned the smile he gave her. Her smile widened as she watched Judas play with his rattle. They’re all my family now. Zelda would focus on enjoying her time alone with her husband and stepson. Maybe after some rest and sleep, Zelda could perhaps even think up of a way to help Ambrose. Once home, she would make up with Hilda and together, they would decide what to do about Sabrina. Yes, everything would be fine.

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(Late) Happy birthday Eugeo! It seems I’m destined to never be free from this hellhole. Putting this here because Tumblr is at least good with formatting and long text. Part 2+3 will be done whenever I have time, though at least I’m like a third of the way into part 2. I did all of them because I’m stupid.

Link to original interview

To Kirito, Eugeo is his very first and last male best friend.

Thank you for your hard work these past two cours.

KAWAHARA: Thank you for your hard work!

SHIMAZAKI: Thank you!

How are you feeling so far now that it’s finished airing?

KAWAHARA: I thought two cours were quite a long time, but now that it’s over, time really went by in a flash.

SHIMAZAKI: Seriously. All these fun times just pass you by.

KAWAHARA: Regarding Eugeo, there was a sense that we were counting down the time to say goodbye. Especially in the latter half, I just kept thinking “Ah, the story is heading to that point…”

SHIMAZAKI: Right? That thought nagged at me somewhat, but probably more so for Matsuoka (Yoshitsugu) than me. Maybe it was because I was playing Eugeo, but as the voice recording went on, I slowly began to accept my fate, so to speak. It was a bittersweet feeling, like the kind you get when you say “I’ll be leaving”. Matsuoka haven’t been able to accept it at all though (laugh).

KAWAHARA: Ahaha (laugh). Well, it’s always hard to say goodbye.

Shimazaki-san and Matsuoka-san are close friends like Kirito and Eugeo, so it was probably even harder.

SHIMAZAKI: For me, I have done everything I could, everything I should have done, in these two cours, so it was just another thing coming to an end. However, I’m sure Kawahara-sensei, too, thought “Eugeo…”

KAWAHARA: Back then, when I was working on the Web serialization as an amateur, I would put my all in writing towards a predetermined conclusion. When I had the opportunity to rewrite through Dengeki Bunko, I had a chance to change Eugeo’s fate. I could not do it then, but I was granted another chance through the anime adaptation. “Eh? Eugeo doesn’t die?” There could have been a development like that. In the end, I could not bring it up in the script meeting.

SHIMAZAKI: If Eugeo had been alive, the story beyond that…

KAWAHARA: The latter half (3rd cour and beyond) would have to be rewritten completely. There would be a huge strain on the scriptwriters, but (as a story) I thought it was possible to create a scenario beyond the 2nd cour that Eugeo could work in. So I thought about changing his fate.

SHIMAZAKI: If you had suggested that, it would have just been “Kawahara-sensei, please take responsibility.”

KAWAHARA: Yeah, it probably would have turned out as “Please write the draft” (laugh). Well, Director Ono (Manabu) was the type to stay faithful to the original work, so that might have been hard either way.

SHIMAZAKI: For you to even consider that, Eugeo must have been an important person to Kawahara-sensei too.

KAWAHARA: SAO will continue from now on, but no other character can take Eugeo’s place. To Kirito, he was his first and last male best friend...It hits quite hard when you think about how he lost such a dear friend.

There were times I could understand how Eugeo felt towards Kirito.

When you wrote Alicization, between the character of Eugeo and the worldbuilding, which did you think of first?

KAWAHARA: First, I had an idea that I wanted to write a story about a world like this. Except for the “Aincrad” arc, Kirito has basically been a stranger, a traveler coming and leaving between worlds. So when I wrote Alicization, I needed someone who bore on the brunt of this world. Eugeo was written as a character that symbolizes the structural contradictions of Underworld, and the tragedy that arose from them. I wanted to make him into Kirito’s partner, so at first I wanted to give him the same kind of energetic feel Kirito had. However, when I actually got to writing, he acted more like a brake to Kirito. Well, he is still the type that says whatever that needs to be said and does whatever that needs to be done. Shimazaki-san I believe is close friends with Matsuoka-san, so when you do something together, which one usually takes the lead?

SHIMAZAKI: Usually it’s not about which one is taking the lead. Matsuoka is the type that prefers actions to words. It’s the same in acting. I am the one that put things into words and make suggestions. When we go eat together too, we start by confirming with each other, like “Is there anything you really want to eat today?” and working towards a compromise. (laugh)

KAWAHARA: For example, usually when you walk together, which one seems to be walking in front?

SHIMAZAKI: No, none of that. It’s just lining up side by side (laugh). However, in a professional context, when I was standing in front of the microphone, there were times I could understand how Eugeo felt towards Kirito. He’s trying to stand as an equal to Kirito, but he feels admiration and a sense of inferiority towards him, like “Kirito is really amazing” and “I’m no match for him”. This is not a negative feeling; it comes from an affectionate regard towards Kirito.

The same goes for the relationship between yourself and Matsuoka-san too.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s right, since way back, every time when I look at Matsuoka. Matsuoka’s energy and quick wit are amazing, right? That’s why he could take the lead among everyone around him like Kirito does. However, just like how Kirito thinks “Eugeo is stronger than me” Matsuoka also says things like “Nobunaga is really good at this” a lot of times.

The line at the climax of episode 24 “Now stand. My closest friend. My hero”, are there any similarities to the relationship between you two?

SHIMAZAKI: There are a lot. Matsuoka really is a hero. He’s always been amazing ever since back then. We became friends since the time we were just mostly voicing nameless soldier A, soldier B or something like that. After that, we started to be given main roles, but usually Matsuoka would be a little faster. If you ask him, he’d say “There’s no such thing”, but to me he was always running ahead. However, if I want to stand on equal footing with him as a close friend, I want to be standing equal as a voice actor as well. Thanks to that, I have been able to work hard to this point. Honestly, every time we record for SAO, I always act like my life depended on it.

KAWAHARA: Is that so?

SHIMAZAKI: Matsuoka has the experience of someone who’s voiced Kirito up to now, and above all his talent is amazing. Eugeo is a buddy on equal footing with Kirito, so I have to work hard to mirror that with Matsuoka.

KAWAHARA: I have been attending the recording sessions since the first cour, but Matsuoka-san in Alicization’s recordings seem a lot more relaxed. Maybe because Shimazaki-san was sitting next to him.

SHIMAZAKI: Yes, I think so as well (laugh). Of course, it’s due to how much Matsuoka himself has grown in the role as well.

KAWAHARA: Of course (laugh).

When I first heard Shimazaki-san’s Eugeo, I didn’t feel anything out of place.

Kawahara-sensei, what did you feel when you heard Shimazaki-san’s Eugeo?

KAWAHARA: When I write the Light Novels, I can’t hear the character voices at all. However, if it’s a character that appeared in the anime, I can then attach a voice to that character. When I first heard Shimazaki-san’s Eugeo, it just clicked into place in my head. After that, I had the chance to write Eugeo again after a while in the 1st Blu-ray’s bonus novel, and when I did, I could hear Shimazaki-san’s voice.

SHIMAZAKI: I’m honored to hear that! When the SAO anime had just started airing, Matsuoka told me “Later on there is going to be this character called Eugeo, I’d really like to see you voice him”. I read the novels and thought that I would really want to do it. Still, there was no way I could get that wish (laugh). So I didn’t expect too much out of it, but it was something that was always on my mind. After that, when Eugeo was to be voiced in the game Sword Art Online: Hollow Realization’s DLC, they asked for me! I sent a LINE message to Matsuoka while still in shock (laugh). I’m glad to be able to continue in the anime.

Please tell us something you were particularly conscious about when acting as Eugeo.

SHIMAZAKI: That would have to be the childhood part (laugh).

KAWAHARA: Is that so (laugh).

SHIMAZAKI: Matsuoka had experience acting as “Kiriko-chan”, so I thought that was natural that he would do Kirito as a child as well.

In the 2nd cour of “Phantom Bullet”, Matsuoka-san voiced Kirito in a female-lookalike avatar, right?

SHIMAZAKI: That’s why I would probably be voicing Eugeo as a child as well, I thought. Plus, I want to do it myself. That was when Eugeo first appeared, and his story began with the time, as a child, he could not move and could not save Alice. If I leave that to someone else, I feel it would not mesh as well. And so, though it might have been selfish of me, if possible, I wanted to voice him from beginning to end.

Administrator tore open a gap in his heart.

When you voice Eugeo in his childhood, is there anything you pay particular attention to?

SHIMAZAKI: I experimented “What if I acted like this…?”, but once I was actually recording the scene, during the conversation, when we established the balance between the three (with Kirito and Alice) I thought I actually sounded like a child. In the first episode, while Eugeo and Kirito were talking, Alice brought a lunch box. Thanks to the exquisite balance that Kayano-san brought, Alice seemed a little like an older sister to the two of us. I think it established quite well the balance of the three in their childhood.

KAWAHARA: Right, Alice’s “Hey, you two!” really set the scene between the three.

SHIMAZAKI: First, there was this feeling that the two of us could do fine by ourselves. But when Kayano-san’s Alice came for us, it’s like “We’re saved!” for me and Matsuoka (laugh). Her dialogues, or should I say, her voice acting really is amazing.

KAWAHARA: I’m an amateur when it comes to voice acting, but I could feel the difference when actors record separately instead of having a conversation together. Actually, for Sakamoto Maaya-san who voices Administrator, her schedule didn’t line up at first, so she was always recording separately. However, for the last two episodes, everyone joined the recording session. Then, (Administrator’s) impact was on another level. “Scary!” I thought (laugh).

SHIMAZAKI: She was amazing. Now that you mention it, that was just the right timing when Administrator started going all out. I could feel chills going down my spine in the recording.

KAWAHARA: Of course, Sakamoto-san’s Administrator was amazing ever since the start too. Actually, in the Web version, Eugeo brushed off Administrator’s temptation, so he did not become an Integrity Knight.

The development where he fell to her temptation and got brainwashed was adapted to the anime from the Light Novel, right?

KAWAHARA: It became like that in the Dengeki Bunko version because my editor Miki-san said “I really want to see Kirito versus Eugeo!” “I want to tie up that foreshadow-y loose end where Kirito thought “One day he might surpass me” about Eugeo”. Since he appealed so strongly, I was compelled to act. I was convinced to rewrite it, but even so a part of me thought “Eugeo is not that weak of a person”. However, when I saw Sakamoto-san’s Administrator, I thought “I definitely can’t blame him for falling for this”.

SHIMAZAKI: As the one she directed those words at, I have to admit it was very persuasive. However, while Administrator was skillful in her deceit and very alluring, Eugeo was not enamored with her in a sexual sense.

KAWAHARA: That’s right.

SHIMAZAKI: It did include a love for the opposite sex, but what she struck was a gap in his heart caused by a lack of familial, brotherly, and many other kinds of love. The anime did not show Eugeo’s family, though…

In the original work, Eugeo was not blessed with love from his parents or brothers.

SHIMAZAKI: So, in that scene, I remembered that in the text of the original, he was always alone, working and having his money taken away by his family. Above all that, his memories of his time with Kirito was taken, and so there would be a big gap there as well.

KAWAHARA: I’m sure that if he had had the memories of the time the three of them spent together, he would not have fallen to her temptation.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s right! I think he would have brushed her off as well.

It is not impossible to revive Eugeo and Alice Schuberg

Please elaborate more about the Alice that was precious to Eugeo.

KAWAHARA: Earlier, I said Eugeo was the character that symbolized the contradictions and distortion of Underworld. Alice, on the other hand, is the character that symbolize Underworld’s hope and “proof”. She was set as a character who was just as much of a victim as Eugeo, but continued to struggle against her cruel fate.

From when you created these characters, what did you imagine Eugeo’s feelings toward Alice to be?

KAWAHARA: What Eugeo is searching for is the Alice Schuberg from his childhood that was taken away. It is not the changed personality Synthesis Thirty.

SHIMAZAKI: It is quite painful.

KAWAHARA: In episode 21, when Kirito, Eugeo and Alice stand side by side, I was really impressed. However, that Alice is not the Alice (Schuberg) Eugeo have been thinking about. Also, while talking to Kirito, she refers to Eugeo as “your friend”, and treats him like someone she is only barely acquainted with. It was honestly heartending.

SHIMAZAKI: That “Synthesis or Schuberg” issue was quite a big thing for me too. That scene Kawahara-sensei talked about just now, about the three people standing side by side, I thought the same thing. I don’t know if I should say this, but…Really, is it possible to have a Super Happy End where they defeated Administrator, no one died, and they could separate Schuberg and Synthesis?

KAWAHARA: Yes. If Cardinal lived, it would be possible to separate the two Alices’ Fluctlights (souls). There is a hurdle about the other Alice’s body, but just within the setting, it is possible.

SHIMAZAKI: Also, at the end (of episode 24) when Schuberg’s Fluctlight left with Eugeo, I thought it was due to the power of a “will” beyond logic. I really loved that scene in the original. Did you decide on that end from the beginning?

KAWAHARA: Because it would be too sad if Eugeo left by himself. When he became a sword, a part of Eugeo’s Fluctlight merged with Schuberg’s Fluctlight. In that way, once the two have merged and were gone, I wrote “No one yet knows where the collection of photons that formed the two souls would go.” I did leave a little implication in there.

I’m expecting something from that expression “No one yet knows”.

KAWAHARA: In the original, the new arc “Unital Ring” have just begun. And so, this will be the third time I am having this conflict. In terms of setting, bringing back Eugeo and Alice Schuberg is not impossible, so I feel like it’s a problem I’m always having (laugh). It’s just that, I have to think as an author whether bringing someone back to life so easily is a good thing…I think this conflict will continue on for a while.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s quite hard…Please endeavor to make SAO the best you possibly can.

KAWAHARA: Right.

I thought it was impressive that you didn’t push for Eugeo’s revival (laugh).

SHIMAZAKI: No, no (laugh). Of course I want him to come back, but as a work, it is important to make it as good as possible. I’m sure it’s the best thing for Eugeo as well. Plus, later in the SAO media mix, maybe there will be an “if” where a grown up Alice Schuberg, Kirito and Eugeo appear together. There might be a chance that Kawahara-sensei would write something like that, right?

KAWAHARA: That’s true. That chance might come up.

Believe in Kirito, and watch over the last of the Alicization arc.

In addition to the ones mentioned above, do you have a favorite scene?

SHIMAZAKI: I have a lot…For example, (in episode 10) the case with Raios (Antinous) and Humbert (Zizak), Eugeo said “I’m just like those goblins” and Kirito said “You’re human, Eugeo. Just like me”, I really loved that scene. Up to this point, Kirito has accumulated a lot of experience, which included killing people, but he is not making excuses for killing a person. He’s going to grit his teeth and move forward, without losing his way or being conflicted. I thought that was amazing.

KAWAHARA: Kirito was not reincarnated into another world, but rather in principle it’s like playing a game with a controller. He’s been burdened with a heroic role, but he’s not really a hero. In essence, he’s a high school student living in Kawagoe. I wanted to emphasize that part.

What is Kawahara-sensei’s favorite part?

KAWAHARA: At the time of this interview, it has not been broadcast yet, but the last scene between Kirito and Eugeo left a strong impression on me. They did a lot of testing on Eugeo’s final words to Kirito, but in the actual scene it still hits you in the gut. It’s painful no matter how many times I see it. How much do voice actors control their emotions in such a scene?

SHIMAZAKI: In that scene with Kirito and Eugeo, I didn’t really try to control anything and just went with my own emotions. It’s strange, but I was calm during that scene. (In episode 23) when Eugeo said “I know the mission I should fulfill” and became a sword, Matsuoka’s performance, as Kirito, was so moving as he desperately tried to stop Eugeo. But at that time, I think Eugeo had already made up his resolve, and I too, calmly said “It’s fine, Kirito”. I was already prepared for the jump around then.

KAWAHARA: Then, in the farewell with Kirito, you were calm like that too?

SHIMAZAKI: Yes. My feelings were all over the place, but somewhere I was really calm…

KAWAHARA: Eugeo himself was probably calm as well.

SHIMAZAKI: That’s true. Eugeo suffered a lot because of Underworld. In the end, he was saved by being together with Alice Schuberg, so I feel like I was convinced that it was okay. When we approached around the 20th episode, I had the feeling of “I want to stay with everyone in the last two cours too”. However, when the time came, I felt calm. I had done what I could and what I should have done, with all my power.

KAWAHARA: What about Matsuoka-san?

SHIMAZAKI: Of course, like Kirito, he received a great shock and got horribly messed up (laugh).

KAWAHARA: Ah…(laugh)

SHIMAZAKI: A lot of times mid-conversation, he’d say something like “Nobunaga’s gone”* and get depressed, looking really sad. At the end, when we were talking in front of the microphone, I could almost feel Matsuoka’s Kirito saying “I don’t want this to happen!” That’s why I was calm instead, that it was better this way. If I were to be greedy and say “I want to do more”, it might have affected the voice acting, and make it seem like Eugeo has regrets. Of course, it’s not like he didn’t feel any at all, but in that instant, that regret was very close to zero.

Then, finally, to those who watched the first two cours, is there anything you would like to say? Please also tell us about any highlights in the third and last cours that will be broadcast from October.

SHIMAZAKI: First, thank you for watching up to episode 24. I greatly enjoyed this experience as an actor and a person. Also, I think that the first two cours were great thanks to the efforts of everyone involved in SAO, including Kawahara-sensei’s original work. I would be happy if everyone thought so as well. If you reached episode 24, you may be feeling depressed. It was an unsettling ending, and the last two cours will surely be painful and difficult as well. However, it’s alright because Kirito will be there. “My hero” will be there. I believe that if it is Kirito, he will surely lead everyone to a good future. Please believe in Kirito and watch over Alicization to the end. As Eugeo, I will be watching over with everyone.

KAWAHARA: Thank you for sticking with Alicization through 24 (+1) episodes. However, surprisingly, Alicization arc is not ending yet (laugh). That said, once the second half starts, it will go by in a flash as well, so I hope everyone continue to enjoy Sword Art Online Alicization: War of Underworld from October. Eugeo has left the stage, but many characters (except Administrator and Chudelkin) will continue to appear. As for Chudelkin, Takagi-san’s performance was so great that it feels like we lost another precious person. (laughs) In the last two cours, characters who make a big impact like Chudelkin will continue to appear one after another in the enemy side, so please look forward to that.

*Note: Yoshitsugu was saying 「信長ロス」which generally means the same but is used in many contexts (e.g. when a pet dies or when a celebrity get married) and never sound good translated as “Nobunaga loss”.

#sao #sword art online #eugeo #shimazaki nobunaga #kawahara reki #translations #I'm sleepy #zakki please stop the love letter to tsugu I can't handle too much at once #I was stupid and did all of this in a few hours and now I'm dead

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Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars (Week 27)

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara A Translation

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Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara Chapter 4: Mizuho Part 1 (1 of 2)

The December closing ceremony was set for the 22nd.

Many of the students who lived far away would be leaving for home that day. However, Izumiko, Miyuki, and the Souda siblings had plans to stay at the school until the 25th. Miyuki had not forgotten the promise he had made to put something together for them and their friends to do so that Izumiko could dress up and Mayura and Manatsu had readily agreed to the suggestion as well.

However, something unexpected occurred the day before the closing ceremony. While gathered at one of the cafeteria’s white tables and just about to finish their lunch, Miyuki said, “I got an invitation to a party on Christmas Eve. It’s for all of us. Angelica’s putting it together at her home and she’s invited ten or so of her new friends. What do everyone’s plans look like?”

“What?! Her house in Paris?” Izumiko asked, the words coming out of her mouth before she could think about them.

Miyuki turned to look at her, his eyes disbelieving. “Yeah, right. There’s no way we could go there even if she invited us. Her father apparently has an apartment he rents in here in Tokyo. Here are your official invitations.”

Miyuki handed each of them an envelope. Their names had been written on them. The card inside, decorated with Christmas-y drawings, gave the date, time, and address. While Izumiko had been indeed invited to the barbeque at the Souda’s house that summer, this was the first time she had gotten a formal written invitation to a party. She stared at the card for some time, struck by its novelty.

“The address is in Minato-ku, the harbor district. Angelica’s dad really is rich just like she said then,” Mayura said with admiration. Then she looked towards Miyuki questioningly. “But why did she pass this information on through you? Were you talking to her about something? You’ve gotten awfully close to her lately, haven’t you?”

Izumiko immediately turned to look at Miyuki, taking in his expression at Mayura’s question. It was something she had wanted to ask about as well.

Miyuki, apathetic to their suspicion, denied the connection. “You’re wrong. It’s Claus I’ve been getting to know. He’s the one I got the information about the party from. Apparently, Claus mentioned to Angelica that you didn’t have fun at the school party, Izumiko, and that’s how we got the invitations. He also told me that most of the people who are invited are exchange students, but he knew you wanted another chance to dress up.”

Izumiko was quiet for a moment as she gazed at the invitation one more time. There were a lot of things she hadn’t experienced yet, including karaoke, going to a movie theater, and attending a party at a friend’s house to name a few. Going into the city just to have some fun was a big event for her.

“If the four of us are together, I’ll go anywhere…”

When Miyuki had promised to put together some other opportunity to celebrate Christmas, Izumiko had secretly imagined that he had been talking about a first date. After he had brought the suggestion up with Mayura and Manatsu though, she had felt a mix of disappointment and relief. With that said, Izumiko certainly felt the most at peace when the four of them were together. Now that she had friends as good as these, she was ready to try anything.

…But Angelica’s party feels a little like a trick.

Manatsu didn’t seem to have much interest in going to the party. He was holding the invitation between two fingers and waving it back and forth like a fan as he said, “I like your first idea of going to see a movie better. Or just us going to karaoke. I really didn’t ask for anything boring like this.”

“Takayanagi isn’t one of those friends Angelica’s invited, is he?” Mayura asked quickly. She, unlike her brother, seemed interested in going.

Miyuki nodded. “I didn’t ask, but I’d say there’s a good chance of that.”

“Then, let’s not go… Or at least that’s what I want to say, but I really want to.”

Mayura leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “Angelica’s dad is the one who is came up with the idea of us coming together as a team to become the World Heritage Candidates, right? What do you think about that? Should we be grateful?”

“What are your thoughts on it, Mayura?” Miyuki asked instead. “That’s what I’d rather hear. Obviously, Izumiko and I will be grateful if none of this continues on beyond school. But you wouldn’t really understand that, would you?”

The bright winter sunlight shone through the big glass windows of the cafeteria. With the seating so near to those windows, it was practically like sitting in a sunroom. Seeing as exam days were only half days of class, the cafeteria was mostly empty. The space was quiet and comfortable, a far cry from what it always seemed to be like when it was packed with students arriving for lunch. Izumiko and the others were now basking in the calm. They had all taken off their uniform blazers, revealing their v-neck sweaters beneath.

Mayura looked around the room for a moment. Then she pushed her hair behind her shoulders and replied, “…That’s not true. I had completely given up on becoming the World Heritage Candidate, so when I heard the chairman had said something like that, I was unexpectedly happy. I thought, ‘So they don’t think I’m useless. Isn’t it good that they changed their minds? I’ll be with Izumiko. It’s great that I’ll be in a position where I can protect her.’ When the shikigami started to attack at the party, all I could think about was how important it was to make sure she was safe.”

Izumiko was well aware that she would only ever be seen as someone who needed protecting. Just thinking about what might have happened if she had stayed in that dark place still made her stomach drop.

“It seems like there’s still a lot of things I don’t know about myself…” she said dejectedly. “I felt the dimension change during the party. I’m really sorry for being so useless.”

“If we’re talking about not knowing ourselves, then I’m a mystery too,” Mayura said, sounding caught up in her thoughts. “I started seeing shikigami out of nowhere, remember? Before, I could never make out the differences you described between them and humans.”

“Me too,” Manatsu added. “I can spot them a lot better than I could before. I have a theory. Maybe once the campus came under Izumiko’s control, this and that started changing little by little.”

“Like, the campus is changing to resemble the way Izumiko sees it?” Mayura cocked her head to one side and then said hesitantly, “I didn’t want to say this in front of Takayanagi before, but now that I can see the shikigami, I feel a lot better about them. I can’t think that they’re entirely bad anymore…”

“I didn’t think they were from the start. That’s why I said you were being too stubborn about them.”

Hearing her brother say this, Mayura lifted her chin primly. “We might disagree with the diviner when it comes to our opinions on using shikigami, but now it’s clear where we stand with him. That’s because now, everyone knows he’s not the best magic user on campus. I think it’s safe to say he never gives up though.”

Manatsu laughed and said off-handedly, “Think of the shikigami as Spot’s toys. Anyway, Masumi’s definitely more powerful than he is. And now that Izumiko’s forgiven Takayanagi, we can be on just as good terms with him as we are with Masumi. But have you noticed that since he started saying the school is his, it feels like a load has been taken off?”

“Oh. Now that you mention it, I have noticed that. I haven’t needed as much sleep.”

Mayura stared at him. The day after the party, both she and Izumiko had gone about their day completely normally with no ill effects despite everything that had happened.

“Something’s definitely different,” she said. “Is it what you mentioned before?”

Miyuki, who hadn’t said anything until this point, opened his mouth and said thoughtfully, “Takayanagi said that the goddess can alter the flow of magic from its origin and amplify it. Maybe that’s what’s different. Speaking of becoming a team, I still don’t know how I feel about it, but I heard what you had to say, Mayura, Manatsu, and it sounds like we need to talk things out more before we make any decisions. We’re not just dealing with divine spirits and ghosts here. We’re all people who are being affected by living inside of the goddess’s barrier.”

Izumiko’s heart lightened as she thought of what Hodaka had said to her during their last meeting.

President Hodaka said everything in this world shares the same roots. Humans are just one part of a greater picture. But humans are a big part of nature…

Manatsu smirked, saying, “I guess we’d become Team Goddess. That sounds good. Team Goddess. It sounds like fun to me.”

Izumiko laced her fingers together and brought them up to rest in front of her chin. “I’m going to do my best to make sure there aren’t any negative effects and adjust any magic I’ve put in place if need be. I also need to take advice from more people so that I’m not alone or wondering what needs to be done. I’ve become much more conscious of what I should be doing than I was before. So, please let me stay with all of you.”

Mayura reached out a hand and lightly smacked Izumiko’s stiff arm.

“Easy there. You jump to conclusions so quickly. We’re all in the same boat here. Takayanagi’s still kind of a problem, as is Angelica and everyone she’s connected with.”

At Mayura’s words, Miyuki quickly looked away and rested one elbow on the back of his chair. Then he gazed out the window for a minute before finally saying, “It definitely won’t be hard to come to a compromise. Ascetic monks, diviners, and ninjas all have the same ancient, Japanese roots and we all know that already. It’s just because of the situation surrounding the adults that our backers and Takayanagi’s backers haven’t joined forces. But if we can work together here at the academy, those adults might end up working together, too.”

“What about Angelica and her father? Are you suggesting that we should feel grateful for their offer?” Mayura asked.

“So that’s going to be the attitude that people working with the goddess adopt, huh?” Manatsu picked up the invitation he had placed on the table and looked at it again. “I guess we should go to this party to see what Angelica and her family really want then, right? If that’s the plan, I’ll go too.”

Miyuki looked at Manatsu, his expression somewhat strange, but then readjusted his position in the chair and turned his attention to Izumiko.

“What do you want to do, Izumiko? If you have a bad feeling about this, you can decline.”

Izumiko wondered why Miyuki had turned his head away before. It had looked as if he hadn’t wanted Mayura to see his expression. She realized that he hadn’t said one word about his own thoughts on the party. Izumiko suspected that he had kept his mouth shut because he wanted to go to Angelica’s party.

For some reason, it was because of this, not because she had a bad feeling about the party, that she didn’t want to attend. Even Manatsu was going to the party, so Izumiko didn’t have any reason to decline.

Her mind decided, she opened her mouth and said, “Let’s accept the invitations and see what happens at Angelica’s party.”

~*~

Accepting her report card from her homeroom teacher, Izumiko returned to her seat and nervously peered at what was written on it. Her body immediately began to shiver as a rush of accomplishment she had never experienced before washed over her.

Yes!... I did it!

Her results on the end of term exams had ranked her tenth in the grade.

However, her true excitement wasn’t due to her high rank. If she was feeling this pleased with her grades, she would have an excuse to openly thank Miyuki for his hard work and give him the Christmas present that was currently hidden in her bag.

When Izumiko had gone out shopping with Mayura for an outfit and jewelry, she had also bought Christmas presents. Seeing as she had had plenty of spending money from Sawa left over after buying the clothes, she had been able to buy a lot.

Mayura had given her an important piece of advice. At this point, she shouldn’t buy anything expensive for anyone. Doing so would only make the recipient feel badly.

“Don’t go crazy,” she had said. “Something little is good. For example, get something that’s unique and will make them smile or something they can use.”

She had gotten her grandfather, Takeomi, a paperweight, and Sawa a kitchen gadget. Both gifts had been unique, but easy to pick out. However, it had been harder to find a good present for Miyuki seeing as she didn’t know what he liked. At a loss of what to pick, she had eventually chosen gloves. She had gotten the feeling that if she had chosen a hat or scarf for him, he would still keep using the ones he already had. All the same though, she still wasn’t sure if he would like her present either.

Originally, she had planned to give the gloves to Miyuki during the Christmas party and pretend she had gotten them as a store freebie or something along those lines. However, she had missed her chance and had been carrying them around ever since. Throughout that time, the present had begun to feel more and more boring to her. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to give them to him anymore.

As she thought about this, Mayura appeared at the door to Class 1-C and waved to her. Izumiko’s braids bounced behind her as she quickly got up and went to meet her friend.

“How did you do, Izumiko?” Mayura looked calm, but she had a satisfied smile on her face. “I got ranked number one. Miyuki’s number two, and Takayanagi’s number three.”

“You’re amazing, Mayura! You did exactly what you said you would.”

When Izumiko clapped for her, Mayura added with no embarrassment whatsoever, “They compiled the rankings only using the grades from our core classes. I’m not going to say this to many people, but that meant that Takayanagi couldn’t throw his weight around to get a better rank. What did you get, Izumiko?”

“I’m ranked tenth.”

“What? That’s a huge jump! That makes you way more amazing than me!” Mayura sounded genuinely surprised and her voice rose to show it. Realizing they weren’t in the best place to be exclaiming over grades, she lowered her voice and said, “It’s because you managed to fill in that gap you had in math, right? Was it worth all that extra studying you did?”

“Yeah, for sure.” Izumiko nodded.

An unusual expression crossed Mayura’s face as she looked at her. “Today, Manatsu and I are going to have a serious talk about the importance of schoolwork. I’m hoping he’ll take on a different attitude after it.”

“Oh?”

Izumiko blinked, but kept her gaze on Mayura’s face. When she looked into her friend’s eyes, she understood exactly what she was telling her. Usually Manatsu failed most of his exams.

“I think Miyuki’s already on his way to the student government room. Go tell him thanks.”

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 5 years

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Dance With Me? (Brian May X Reader)

WC: 3121

Warnings: Some swearing, its Very Australian, y’all it is so fucking cute

Summary: Y/N returns home to Brisbane for Christmas with her boyfriend Brian who is very shocked at how different Christmas is in Australia.

Tagged: @antoouu @ceruleanrainblues (If y’all wanna be tagged in any of my future works lemme know and I’ll do it)

A/N: I’m actually really proud of this one so I hope you guys like it! (Also all temperatures mentioned are in Celsius not Fahrenheit fyi)

BORHAP MASTERLIST

December 17th, 1978

“Yes mum, I know. I am coming home for Christmas, don’t worry.” Y/N said, glancing at the clock on her bedroom wall. It was 10 at night and she had stayed up late so she could call her mother in Brisbane.

“Well that’s good to hear. Are you bringing that rock star boyfriend of yours?” Y/N groaned at her mother’s question, her eyes going to the bathroom where Brian was currently taking a shower.

“I don’t know. Maybe, but it depends on his schedule. You know how busy he is, mum.” Y/N said, twisting the cord of the phone in her hand. Her mum let out a sigh before taking the conversation away from boyfriend-related matters.

“Mum I love you but its past 10 and I really need to sleep. I’ll talk to you soon, ok? Bye.” Y/N said, hanging up the phone and leaning back against the pillows. Y/N noticed that the shower had stopped, and soon enough Brian was emerging from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers.

“Who was that on the phone?” Brian said, pulling the covers back and getting into bed next to Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N snuggled into Brian, feeling calmer now that he was in bed with her.

“Just mum. She wants to know if you’re coming home with me for Christmas. I said you might, but you’ve got such a busy schedule and my home is on the other side of the bloody world.” Y/N rambled, waving her hands about as she spoke, and Brian gave her a smile before kissing her cheek.

“Tell your mum I’m coming home for Christmas.” Brian said, and Y/N stopped, her eyes widening in confusion.

“I mean that’s great Bri, but what about recording and press releases and all that music industry stuff?” She said, and Brian chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll find a way to get out of it. It’s Christmas after all, and I would want nothing more than to spend it with you and your family half way across the world.” Brian said, and Y/N felt herself smile, leaning up and gently kissing his lips.

“I love you so much, Brian May. You mean the world to me.” Y/N said genuinely, looking up at Brian with love in her eyes. He smiled back at her, pulling her against him so her head was resting on his chest.

“The same goes for you, love. I think the Earth would stop spinning if you weren’t in my life, Y/N Y/L/N.” Brian said and even though his words were sweet and sentimental Y/N let out a laugh.

“Bri, that’s not possible. You’ve practically got a PhD in astrophysics, surely you know what makes the Earth turn and it isn’t me.” Y/N said, poking his chest lightly and Brian groaned, rolling his eyes.

“God I was trying to be romantic and you went and fact-checked me. Seriously, woman.” Brian said, running a hand through his curly hair. Y/N just laughed, reaching over to switch off the lamp on their bedside table.

“I love you Brian.” Y/N said, pecking his cheek as they slowly drifted off to sleep, tangled together under the covers.

December 22nd 1978

“Jesus Christ!” Brian exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his forehead as they stepped out of Brisbane International Airport, towing their luggage as they walked.

“Told you it was hot.” Y/N said smugly, adjusting her top as they waited for her sister to arrive with the car. Brian was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt that had become stained with sweat and long black pants. Paired with his thick dark hair, he was a hot mess in the December sun.

“Yeah but I though you meant England hot, not this hellfire.” Brian said, and Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes.

“It’s only 35 degrees, Brian. I’ve had to deal with summers where it gets to over 40 degrees.” Y/N said, and Brian groaned in disgust at the thought of weather that hot.

Suddenly they heard someone blaring their car horn loudly and Y/N looked up to see her sister Lucy sitting in the driver’s seat with a wicked smile on her face. Y/N grabbed Brian’s hand and dragged him up to the car, telling him to open to boot and put their luggage in.

“Luce! How are you baby sister?” Y/N said, once Brian had sat down next to her in the back seats of the car and Lucy had started driving.

“I’m good. I finished my nursing degree last year and I got a job at the Mater private hospital in town earlier in the year. How about you? Would you care to introduce me to the handsome man you’re sitting next to?” Lucy said, and Y/N scowled, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

“Oi, I’ve been back in the country for ten minutes and you’re already trying to nick my boyfriend. Lucy, this is Brian. Brian, Lucy.” Y/N said, and Brian gave Y/N’s sister a wave from the back seat.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lucy. Y/N talks about you a lot.” Brian said, and Lucy chuckled, nodding with a smile on her face.

“All good things, I assume, Brian.” Lucy said cheekily, and Brian laughed, taking Y/N’s hand in his as he nodded.

“Good. It’s nice to meet you, Brian. All Y/N ever talks about when we’re on the phone is Brian this and Brian that. So, tell me, what do you do for a living?” Lucy asked, and Brian smiled, shooting Y/N an amused look before answering.

“I do work in astrophysics, mainly. A bit dull but I love it.” Brian said, and Lucy nodded, turning off the highway onto one of the smaller streets.

“Y/N has always had a thing for smart men. Particularly ones with glasses, but I see you’ve broken that streak.” Lucy commented, and Y/N scoffed, leaning forward to smack her sister on the arm.

“Piss off, Luce. Can you just turn on the radio because I am quickly becoming reminded of why I left this place.” Y/N said causing her sister to roll her eyes before turning on the radio.

The song playing was incredibly familiar, and Brian straightened up as soon as he heard it. “Oh this is a good song.” Lucy said, turning up the volume on the radio, Bohemian Rhapsody playing louder through the car.

“Luce, do you know who sings this song?” Y/N asked cautiously, and Lucy shot her a look as they pulled up into the street Y/N grew up on.

“Of course. I’d be a total dumbass if I didn’t recognise a Queen song when I heard it.” Lucy said, stopping the car after parking in their parents’ driveway. Y/N and Brian laughed with each other as they took out their bags and pushed them up to the front porch.

“Guess who I’ve got with me!” Lucy announced as she swung the door open, causing her parents and other relatives to rush into the hallway.

“Y/N! You made it!” Jo shouted, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. Y/N chuckled and hugged her mum back fiercely, glad to see her again given that it had been a year since her last visit. They walked into the dining room

“Oh it’s good to see you mum, however I have someone I’d like to introduce you to. Mum, dad, this is Brian.” Y/N said, stepping aside as Brian gave a small wave to her parents.

“We’re so glad you could join us. I know you’re always busy, so it means a lot.” Jo said, and Brian smiled as she hugged him tightly.

“Busy with what? Monitoring planets and doing boring sums?” Lucy said, cutting up a mango in the kitchen. Y/N’s parents looked at each other strangely as Brian let out a chuckle.

“Lucy, sweetie, Brian is in a band.” Jo said, and Lucy pulled a face, popping a piece of mango into her mouth.

“What do you mean? He told me he was an astrophysicist.” Lucy said, sitting on the kitchen counter.

“I am, yes, but my main job is playing guitar in a band.” Brian said, and Lucy’s eyes widened as Y/N fought back a laugh.

“What band then, space man?” Lucy said, and Y/N frowned, walking over to the kitchen and stealing part of her sister’s mango.

“Only I get to call him space man, Luce.” Y/N muttered, and Brian laughed at their dynamic.

“I’m Queen’s guitarist, actually.” Brian said, and Lucy’s jaw dropped, her eyes the size of saucers.

“What? No fucking way!” Lucy said, causing her parents to let out a noise of protest at her swearing.

Brian and Y/N laughed, nodding in confirmation of Brian’s statement. “Yeah, I took a break from working on our new album to visit you guys for Christmas.” Brian said, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders as they sat down at the dinner table.

“Y/N you are a terrible sister. I can’t believe you let me listen to a Queen song not knowing that the bloody guitarist was in the car with me. Tiffany is not going to believe me, I have to call her. Be right back.”

December 23rd 1978

“So how do you guys celebrate Christmas in Australia?” Brian asked over breakfast, a glass of orange juice clutched in his hands.

“Usually it’s loud and chaotic. People are swimming and there’s always water on the deck somehow. There’s a lot of fruit and seafood and champagne is drunk by all.” Jo said, and Brian chuckled, interested to see how this very different Christmas would go down.

“We do have some similar traditions, though. If you want, tonight we could go and check out some Christmas lights. Mum and dad used to put them up competitively when we were kids, but they’ve stopped which is disappointing.” Y/N said, sipping from the mug of hot tea she had.

“That sounds like fun, actually. I do love Christmas lights.” Brian said, and Y/N smiled, pecking her boyfriend’s cheek before stealing the bacon from his plate.

“Y/N!” Jo scolded, and Y/N gave her mum a kind smile, eating a piece of bacon before speaking.

“Mum, Brian is a vegetarian who is too polite to tell you that he doesn’t want bacon. Luckily, his girlfriend adores the stuff.” Y/N said, winking at Brian who had a dumb smile on his face.

“Ok, now that that’s all sorted out you two can go off and have fun somewhere. Your father and I can clean up.” Jo said, kissing Y/N’s cheek as she began cleaning up the table.

“You heard mum. Let’s have some fun.”

“Brian Harold May, don’t you dare!” Y/N screamed as Brian picked her up, holding her in his arms. They were by the Y/L/N family pool and Brian was holding Y/N over the water.

“I thought you said you loved swimming.” Brian said nonchalantly, a smirk on his face as he rocked on his heels, causing Y/N to let out a shout.

“Not when my dickhead boyfriend is threatening to throw me in the pool.” Y/N said, and Brian sighed, pausing for a moment before dropping Y/N into the water, laughing at her face as she fell.

Brian was in tears laughing once Y/N had resurfaced, her hair plastered to her face. She could tell that Brian was distracted so she leaned up, grabbing Brian by the ankles and dragging him into the pool.

Brian was gasping for air and Y/N was laughing hard, treading water next to her boyfriend. “What goes around comes around, May.” Y/N said, splashing Brian in the face.

“You are awful, you know that?” He said, splashing her back. Luckily Y/N avoided most of the water, but her eyes widened once she saw Brian’s hair.

“Oh my god Bri, your hair! You look like a wet dog!” Y/N said, cackling at her boyfriend’s now flat hair. He frowned, playing with his hair slightly.

“So what if I do? Is that a bad thing?” Brian said, swimming closer to Y/N. Y/N rolled her eyes, noticing that Brian was standing up while she still had to tread water.

“Just think you look funny. Not bad, but funny.” She said, wrapping her legs around Brian’s waist. His hands instinctively went to her hips, holding her up even under the water.

“I’ll take that.” Brian said, pressing his lips to Y/N’s. There was a hint of chlorine in the kiss, but it didn’t bother then as Y/N ran her fingers through Brian’s wet hair.

“I love you, poodle boy.” Y/N said, smiling brightly at Brian once the kiss was over.

“And I love you, you weird Australian.”

“It’s Christmas light time!” Y/N announced loudly, squeezing Brian’s hand as they left the house.

“It certainly is.” Brian said, smiling at the excitement his girlfriend had for Christmas lights.

“Sorry if I’m a lot, it’s just that I’ve always loved Christmas and whenever I see the lights they make me happy. Plus they remind me of my childhood which is a nice bonus.” Y/N said, and Brian nodded, kissing her forehead as they began walking along the streets.

“It’s all good, Y/N. I think you look adorable when you’re excited. I mean you look adorable all the time but still.” Brian said, adjusting his shorts with his free hand.

The couple walked along the streets for an hour or two, checking out varying displays while Brian complained about the mosquitoes. “God they’re awful! How do you deal with them?” Brian asked once the sun had fully set and Y/N chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

“Cover yourself in insect repellent. That’s my only advice.” Y/N replied, linking her arm with Brian’s as they entered another street. By 9 they returned home and decided to call it a night.

“Thanks for today. It’s been wonderful.” Brian said, playing with Y/N’s hair as they laid in bed together, the soft glow of Christmas lights from outside casting a red and green shadow on their faces.

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend Christmas with, Bri.” Y/N said, unknowingly echoing Brian’s words from the night he agreed to come home with her for Christmas.

December 24th 1978

“Ok we’re off to church, we’ll see you two later tonight.” Jo said, kissing Y/N’s cheeks before leaving the house with her husband and youngest daughter.

Once the door was closed and the house all but empty, Y/N smiled at Brian. “I’ll put the kettle on and make us some tea. You get comfy on the couch, mister.” Y/N said, resting a hand on Brian’s chest before kissing him softly.

“Yes ma’am.” Brian muttered, watching as Y/N sauntered into the kitchen, popping the kettle on the stove and leaning against the kitchen counter while she waited for it to boil.

Brian decided to ignore Y/N’s instructions and crept over to the record player in the living room, finding a copy of the Jackson 5’s Christmas album and placing it on the player. As soon as the music started Y/N smiled, recognising it instantly.

“I thought I told you to get comfy on the couch, May.” Y/N called from the kitchen, making tea for her and Brian. A smile settled on Brian’s face as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist.

“I was in the mood for some music. Besides, you look so beautiful tonight.” Brian said, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N felt herself blush, picking up a mug and turning around so she could hand it to Brian.

“And you look very handsome. Maybe it’s the sunburn but you’re just glowing, love.” Y/N said, and Brian pulled a face, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t bully me. I’m English, we never see the Sun at home.” Brian replied, and Y/N shook her head, setting down her tea and grabbing Brian’s wrist, leading him into the living room with her.

“Dance with me?” Y/N suggested, wrapping her arms around Brian’s neck as he nodded, his hands sitting on Y/N’s waist. The two swayed in time with the music and Y/N hummed along to the Jackson 5’s rendition of ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’.

Suddenly an image of the small velvet box in the drawer beside their bed came into Brian’s head, and he took in a shaky breath at the thought of it. He had been wanting to ask Y/N to marry him for a while, but earlier in the day he asked Y/N’s dad for permission and he granted Brian with it in spades.

“Stay right there. I’ll be back in a sec, I promise.” Brian said, pecking Y/N’s lips before rushing to their shared room. He quickly found the box and slipped it in his pocket, adjusting it so it wasn’t too obvious before returning to the living room.

“Took you long enough.” Y/N said, and Brian huffed, rolling his eyes before taking in a deep breath.

“Y/N, spending the last three years of my life with you have been a dream come true. You are a strong, beautiful, caring woman who takes shit from nobody, including me.” Brian said, chuckling as Y/N nodded at his statement.

“I love you so much and I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Brian said, dropping onto one knee. Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock as she looked at Brian.

“You’re the love of my life, even if you decide to make fun of me sometimes. Which is why I decided now would be the perfect time to ask you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, if you’ll marry me.” Brian said, opening the box and revealing a beautiful diamond ring that was small enough to sit comfortably on Y/N’s hand, but big enough to get people to ask about it.

“Yes, you stupid man, of course I’ll marry you.” Y/N said, crouching down and holding Brian’s face in her hands, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Unfortunately, Brian lost his balance slightly under Y/N’s body and slipped slightly, toppling backwards with Y/N on top of him.

They burst out laughing, unable to believe that this beautifully romantic moment had been ruined by Brian’s awful balance. “Where’s my ring, May?” Y/N asked once the laughter had subsided, and Brian smiled at her, taking the ring and sliding it onto her ring finger.

“Y/N May. That has a lovely ring to it.” Brian mused, and Y/N chuckled, pecking both his cheeks.

“I’ve got a nice ring to me as well.” Y/N said, waggling her left hand in front of Brian’s face, showing off her new engagement ring. Brian let out a loud laugh, pressing kisses all over her face.

“I love you so very much, Y/N. You’re the best Christmas present I could ever ask for.”

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buckyspetpsychopath · 6 years

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Tell me you love me

Words: 5277 Daniel Seavey x reader Why Don’t We Italics is a memory

As soon as Daniels mum let him start dating at the end of Idol he had asked me on a date, we had been best friends since we were little so it was a shock but of course I reciprocated the feelings because hes the sweetest guy ever and i mean come on, he’s hot… The biggest shock was when we were 17 he decided to move to LA to start a band with some friends.

“Hey babe you still coming over tonight?” Daniel asks through the phone. “Yeah, I’m about to leave I’ll see you soon” I reply. We say our goodbyes and i hop in my car driving over to Daniels house. We were having a movie night. Over the phone Dani sounded quite nervous which makes me nervous as I don’t know why. I arrive at Daniels house and collect the bag of junk food I have before walking up the driveway. Before I can knock the door flies open and Daniels arms are wrapped around me. I gasp from the impact but wrap my arms around him to, pushing him back a little so we walk into the house. The door closes behind us and Keri comes out of the kitchen. She looks at me sadly Nd comes to give me a hug.

“I’ve ordered you guys a pizza, stay as long as you want y/n” she smiles sadly rubbing my arm. I furrow my eyebrows but I see Daniel glaring at her. Her eyes widen and she takes him into another room. “Daniel James don’t you dare walk away from me” she grits when they emerge from the living room. I’d been in Daniels house a thousand times but I feel like a stranger standing awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs. “Mum just leave it, I’m going to sort it” he huffs grabbing my hand pulling me upstairs. When we get in his room he quickly pushes his lips to mine, I melt into him forgetting about everything that has just happened. He eventually pulls away breathing heavily, my hands are gripping the collar of his t-shirt tightly and his head is ducked. I take a moment to look around his room.

For weeks I had noticed little things going missing but the room was practically empty. “Dani what’s going on?” I whisper making eye contact with him. He sighs and picks me up, laying me back on the bed dropping his head into my chest. “I’ve been avoiding telling you for weeks and I know your gonna be mad but please don’t shout at me” he whispers squeezing himself closer to me. He sounds like a little boy and my heart hurts hearing him in so much pain. I furrow my eyebrows when he asks me not to shout, we’d never really fought before and we were pretty chill about things so we never shouted. “Baby what’s wrong?” I frown getting really worried. “I’m moving to LA” he mumbles. “What” I choke out. He lifts his head to see the little trickles of tears skiing down my cheeks. “Baby no please don’t cry, this is why I didn’t tell you!” He panics wiping my tears, now sitting up. “When are you going? Why are you going?” I sigh. “Next Friday, and im starting a band” he replies twiddling his thumbs. My eyes widen and I jump off his bed backing away from him. His eyes flash hurt and he tries to move closer to him. “You’ve known about this for weeks and you didn’t tell me!” I say, my voice raising slightly. “What did you expect me to do? It’s no different, I couldn’t stand putting you through that” he huffs. “You’re putting me through it right now, if I had known I could have-” I pause trying to think.“ You could have what? There’s nothing you could have done to change my mind, why aren’t you happy for me” he yells desperately. “I am happy for you, this is all you’ve ever wanted. Music makes you happy and I know your going to make it big but I think it’s something we should have discussed. I could have come with you! Are you breaking up with me?” I yell back but as i go on my voice cracks and I start sobbing. I let him wrap his arms around me. “No. Princess, you make me even happier than music, I never want to leave you. But this is just something I got to do” he whispers. We fall to the floor sobbing in each others arms.

There’s a knock at the door and Daniels mum comes in setting a pizza on Daniels bed. “Come on you two, get some food down you” she says holding her hands out to us. “I’m just going to go the toilet” I announce and they nod. I break down in his bathroom again letting it all out as quietly as I can. I press my forehead against the door for stability but I can hear Daniel and his mum talking. “I told you to tell her weeks ago. I’m really disappointed Daniel, you’ve absolutely broken her heart. Before she was your girlfriend you guys were best friends, you’ve always been together. You need to fix this. Now” she scolds. I wipe my eyes and don’t bother to make it seem like I hadn’t been crying because I was already crying before I came in here. I flush the toilet to make it seem like i went and emerge from the bathroom. Keri stands up and leaves shooting me another sad look. I see Daniel wipe away his tears and sigh, crawling up his bed into his lap. “I don’t like fighting with you” I mumble tracing shapes on his bicep. “Me either, can we agree not to fight again?” He asks and I nod.

That night we finished our food and I ended up staying at Daniels house. I spent every waking moment up until he left, with him and goodbyes at the airport were extremely hard. “tell me you love me” I whisper with my arms around Daniels neck, standing on my tiptoes so our lips are inches apart. “I love you, so much” he whispers nudging his nose into mine. I smile a little. “I love you” I stutter out quietly.

Our next notable argument was about the fact that he hadn’t called me. Now at first glance, it seems pathetic to get worked up about it but I had an awful day and we had slowly been talking less the weeks previous to that.

“gold digger” “she’s only still with him because he’s gonna be famous” “you gonna run and tell your little boyband boyfriend that you have no friends?” “he’s only with you because he feels sorry for you, when he realises there are hundreds of prettier, skinnier, better girls. He’s gonna leave you” I hear them all say repeating in my head. I finally make it home and collapse on my bed. I look at the time and realise it was time for Daniel to call me. I wait around for a while and there’s no call so I decide to get in the bath. I’m relaxing when suddenly my ringtone goes off. I sigh and lean over to answer it.

“hello?” I say. “hey babe, its me” Daniel says and I sigh. “why didn’t you call me when we agreed to?” I ask. “I was busy.” he replies snarkily. “seems like that’s all you say lately. Sorry babe I couldn’t call I was busy, sorry I didn’t text you before I was busy. I was busy before so I couldn’t face time” I round off. “Are we seriously arguing about this? Its my job… Why are you being so annoying” He huffs and I gasp. “Well if I’m so annoying I’ll hang up, save you the effort of doing so. I’m just trying to keep this relationship together but its hard considering you dont care and you put less than half the effort into it. I had a really awful day and I was excited to talk to you, since you don’t give a fuck I’ll just go” I rant and hang up the phone. He tries to call me back and I ignore it, throwing my phone on the ground and lay back in the back. I eventually get out and get dressed in my comfiest pj’s. After a while there’s a knock at the door.

“come in” I call out. “hey honey.” my mum says coming in. “so you had a fight with Daniel huh?” she hums. I turn to her confused. “when you wouldn’t answer his calls he got nervous so he called me. I explained to him what’s been going on. You should have just told him, and you should call him. He’s worried” she explains then pecks my forehead leaving again. I think for a moment and decide to just do it.

“hello?” he answers. “hey” I say quietly. “are you too busy to talk?” I ask biting my lip. I hear him sigh. “that wasn’t a dig at you, genuinely. I get that its your job Dani, but it hurts when I feel as if you don’t care about me anymore. I mean whatever my mum told you…” I trail off. “You should have told me what was going on, baby, seriously listen to me right now. There is nobody on this earth that I could want more than you, I’m not going to find someone else, I promise. Tell me you love me.” he whispers. “Dani I-” “please” he chokes out. “I love you Daniel” I mutter letting a tear fall. “And I love you, with all my heart. Please just trust me” he pleads. “Dani I do trust you. I just feel like you’ll get bored of me, or lonely because we’re apart. I can’t afford to visit you, exams are coming up soon and I need to study. Sometimes I wish you hadn’t of gone” I admit feeling selfish. “I know” he replies. “I don’t mean it in a bad way. I love that you have this opportunity, I just miss you” “I miss you too. I’ll be home for christmas, then graduation” he informs me and I perk up. “I’ll be counting down the days” I giggle.

“Daniel we need to go bro” I hear someone say in the background. “can you give me a second” he says back. “Daniel its ok. Go. I’ll speak to you tomorrow” I say.. “Are you sure?” he asks. “positive” “You’re not mad?” “Go!” I laugh. “Fine. Speak to you tomorrow. Night gorgeous”

Graduation came around soon enough and I was ecstatic to see Daniel since by then, I hadn’t seen him since Christmas. He had been moaning for months about how much he missed me in LA so I had arranged everything and as part of his graduation present, I was moving to LA with him. During the time he was away and with the help of Christina i had started YouTube. It grew easier to ignore the girls at school and eventually they gave up. Dont get me wrong I had I had other friends beside Dani and they were all devastated we had graduated, with mostly everyone going to different universities and me moving to LA. I was going to attend school there while I carried on YouTube.

“Hey Dani, can I give you your present now?” I say while both our families were at dinner together to celebrate. He smiles and turns to me. I look at both our parents and they look so excited. I hand him an envelope and his eyebrows furrow, he opens it then starts reading the letter. He takes out my plane ticket and looks back up at me with his mouth dropped. His mum was filming it and he turns to her. “You knew?” He asks raising his eyebrows. “We all did, who do you think helped her pack” Anna laughs. He hadn’t yet made any movement and I get a little worried. “Are you happy?” I mutter scooting closer to him. “Is this actually for real? Are you genuinely coming? It’s not a prank?” He asks dumbfounded. I shake my head and he jumps up pulling me with him hugging me tight. He backs away keeping one arm around my shoulders, his hand resting on the back of my neck. With the other hand he covers his face and starts crying. “Baby don’t cry” I laugh and everyone else does too. I pull him closer and he nuzzles into me. “Sorry I just miss you so much when I’m away and now I get to see you whenever I want” he chokes out pulling me into him connecting our lips. Everyone oohs and people around the restaurant had noticed and started clapping. We grin and when we sit downDaniels arm is firmly wrapped around my waist holding me as close as possible as we eat.

I fly out a couple days after Daniel to make sure I had everything packed so we say goodbye at the airport and it’s not as emotional as the last few times. “So I’ll see you in two days” I grin. “Yeah” he breathes. “I’ll meet you at the airport. I can’t wait for you to meet the boys in person” he smiles. “Me too, see you later” I hum pecking his lips. He kisses back forcefully and I laugh pulling away. “Go before you miss your flight!”

Two days later and I had just landed at LAX, I had been texting Daniel but he was replying. I had sent most of my stuff ahead of time and the boys had put it in my apartment so I grabbed the small suitcase I had and head out the airport, grabbing an Uber and heading to the boys house instead of my apartment. I bang on the door when I get there. The door swings open and Daniel is standing there in sweatpants and a jumper. His eyes widen and he looks at the time.

“I’m so sorry” he gasps. “I’ve been at the airport waiting for you for ages.You’re not even dressed” I frown. “I’m sorry, I was writing a new song and I didn't realise what time it was” he explains. “How could you forget? Do you even want me to be here?” I huff. “Oh here we go. Of course I want you here!” “What does that mean?”“You always turn things into a drama, your overreacting.” “I’m overreacting? You forgot about me! I was at the airport alone. You should have been there” I mutter. “Can you just drop it,you’re here now and I don’t want to argue the first day we have in our new life” he sighs and tries to take my hand. I pull away and cross my arms. He lets out a breath. “Come on, be mad at me all you want but I’m gonna drive you over to your apartment,” he says. I accept his offer and it’s completely silent.

When we get to the apartment I sigh. “I just want to sleep but I need to put my bed up” I complain and Daniel stays silent, and I see a hint of a smile. I ignore it and unlock the door. When I walk in I gasp and take a step back hitting into Daniels’ chest with my hand over my mouth. He laughs and wraps his arms around my shoulders pecking me on the side of my head. He walks into me slightly so we can enter the apartment. “You dick” I cry out and he laughs along with the four other boys standing in front of us with various tools and boxes scattered around them. They had completely decorated my apartment and put mostly everything in the boxes, away.“I purposefully missed picking you up at the airport to surprise you, now you don’t have to worry about unpacking. We’ve done it for you” Daniels smiles as I turn around and pull him down into a kiss. “Woah, that’s so strange seeing Daniel with a girl” Jonah hums and we break apart. The boys and I look at each other for a second before we all run into a group hug. I had spoken to the boys many times over the phone and stuff and we often text back and forth as Daniel gave them my number. “Yo guys, you can’t steal my girlfriend” Daniel calls out and we break away from our hug. I turn to Daniel and he’s pouting. I roll my eyes playfully and stroll over o him. His hands are in his pockets so I wrap my arms around his neck. “Tell me you love me” he whispers, still pouting. I peck his lips and then whisper back that I love him. He smiles and makes a sudden action, picking me up bridal style. “Uhm guys, do you want us to leave?” Zach asks scratching his eyebrow. “No it's fine” I say at the same time Daniel says “yes please”.

In reply they just smirk and collect their things before leaving. “Thank you!” I shout after them, though I doubt they heard me as Daniel was already walking me to the bedroom. “Are you sure you’re tired?” “not anymore” I smirk.

After a couple months of living in LA I had reached one million subscribers and was nearly on my way to 2. The boys and I had gotten extremely close. They’re just like my brother’s. It was a hot day and we decided to take a dip in the pool.

Jack and I were in the pool playing around when Zach joined us. Eventually all the boys joined us minus Daniel who was sitting on a deck chair. I frown and go over to his side of the pool. “Are you ok? You not coming for a swim?” I ask, he just rolls his eyes and huffs pushing his chair back roughly as he stands up and storms inside. I look at the boys confused and they shrug. I sigh and wrap myself in a towel going to find Daniel. I find him in his bedroom laying on his bed on his phone. “What was all that about?” “It doesn’t matter” “It matters to me” “Go ask one of the boys” he snarls and I realise. “Are you jealous?” I laugh. “ I just wish you wouldn’t flirt with all my friends right in front of me” he shrugs going back to his phone. “What are you even talking about?” I groan. “You basically have no clothes on and you’re all over the boys, you haven’t paid any attention to me all day!” He yells. “Daniel, are you being serious right now? Am I supposed to wear a snowsuit in the pool? And do you honestly believe I would cheat on you, especially with one of the boys? Specifically, do you think any of the boys would do that to you? If you genuinely believe I would do that to you I don’t think you know me at all” I scream. “I love you Dani, so much. Tell me you love me too” I plead. “Of course I love you” he sighs tiredly. “I was just jealous. I know there will be someone more talented than me or more attractive that can scoop you up at any moment and I don’t want to lose you” he admits. “There will never be anyone better than you. Why would you even think like this? do you even realise how talented you are? Dani, you play like 72 instruments and your voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. It literally gives me chills. And seriously, can we just talk about how attractive you are? Dani, believe me you’re hot” I smirk walking up to him, laying my hand on his abs as he was still shirtless from laying by the pool. He bites his lip and wraps his arms around me, laying them on my ass. “I’m serious. I dont think I’ve ever saw somebody as attractive as you and I count myself lucky to be with you everyday because theres more of a chance you’re going to get scooped up. As far as I’m concerned you won’t ever lose me” I say and he smiles. He brings our lips together. “Im sorry” he apologises. “Its ok” I reply. “I’m sorry for making it seem like I was flirting with the boys, I literally think of them as brothers its kind of gross you’d think that” I snort and he laughs.

“I hear laughter are you two done fighting?” Jack shouts upstairs. “Yes” I shout back through my laughter as Daniel had placed his lips to my neck. “are you smashing again?” Corbyn asks. I blush as Daniel replies with. “Just give us 20 minutes”

I start thinking about our arguments as I’m getting ready for an music award show. I had been invited as a youtuber but I was also attending as Daniels girlfriend.

Someone knocks on the bathroom door as I’m finishing applying my lipstick. I yell that they can come in and before I know it warm arms are wrapped around me. I look in the mirror and grin at Daniel. He starts placing kisses on my exposed shoulder and neck and I close my eyes leaning back against him.

“You look so beautiful” he whispers. I open my eyes and his smile widens. “You look really handsome yourself, I’m so lucky” I whisper back admiring his outfit. He tightens his grip on my waist then lets go of me. He backs away and then Zach sticks his head in. “cars here guys” he informs us and we nod following him out the door. We join up with the boys, Logan and Christina who had flown over after receiving her own invitation, so coming to visit Corbyn was just a bonus for her.

When we arrived at the red carpet we separated from the boys so they could go do their interviews as a band, Logan split off with his team so Christina and I made the executive decision to stick together. We take a couple single shots for the paparazzi then join up together. We head over to one of the interviewers and start chatting.

“Hello girlies. A little birdy told me you two came with your boyfriends?” she grins and we do too. “uh yeah, super excited to see them” Christina nods. “Yeah, you live in New York right? How do you do the long distance thing?” “Yeah how do you do that?” I laugh. “If I were away from Dani for that long I’d go insane. I’m actually kind of missing him right now” I say and the interviewer nods. “I think we’re just used to it. We talk all the time on the phone, facetime, texting… and it just makes it extra special when we finally get to see each other again.” Christina smiles and my heart melts. “Goals” I pout at the camera and she hits me on the arm. “If you want to see couple goals her and Daniel are the cutest” she laughs. “Oooh yes, Daniel, they’re in the same band aren’t they?” the interviewer asks looking at me for confirmation and I nod. “How did you two meet?” “Well its going to sound like the cheesiest and most cliche thing ever but we’ve been friends since we were little and then one day we came to the conclusion that we had mutual feelings for one another and we started dating. We’ve been together nearly 3 years now” I explain. “Wow that’s a long time for a young couple!” she exclaims and I nod. “Look at her face, she’s so in love” Christina snorts and that moment I feel someone press a kiss to my cheek and turn to see Dani running back over to the boys. I blush even harder than before and they make jokes about it before we talk about youtube briefly before moving on. We eventually finish press and head inside to our seats. The boys are already there and they stand up when they see us. They let us past and we sit down, soon enough the show starts.

We end up meeting lots of celebrities and a couple fans. At one point Christina and I had shed our heels and were dancing to the music with Taylor Swift and Vanessa Hudgens. The boys recorded the entire thing and at one point we had been filmed for TV and the jumbo screens. When the show ends we head to an after-party at Logan’s house. I assume to stick by Daniel’s side but as soon as we get there he ditches me. I frown as he makes his way over to a couple people who I assume he knows by how he greets them. I look at Corbyn and he had his arms wrapped around Christina introducing her to people. I furrow my eyebrows and head to the kitchen to get a drink.

I’m alone for a while until I see some youtube friends. They make their way over and I hug them. We end up going for a dance in the living room. After a little while I decide to head outside for a bit of fresh air, nobody else is outside until I feel arms wrap around me and I grin and turn around wrapping my arms around their neck. My eyes widen and I immediately step back. The boy smirks and leans down to my ear.

“Glad you’re happy to see me, I saw you dancing and couldn’t help myself” he laughs wrapping his arms around my waist. I cringe and try to pull his arms away from me. “Please leave me alone. I have a boyfriend” I inform him but he just laughs. “yeah right. Come on we can have some fun” he says leaning down again to kiss my neck. I squirm against him and let a tear drop when he starts reaching under my dress.

All of a sudden he’s ripped away from me. “When she says she has a boyfriend, she means it” Daniel growls with the boys behind him. I let out a choked sob and run into Christina’s arms. She wraps her arms around tightly as I cry into her. Daniel looks at me and his eyes flash hurt, before they turn to anger looking back at the boy. “You’re her boyfriend?” he snorts and Daniels eyes squint. “Yeah I am” “unfortunate for you babe” he says looking at me. I let out a little whimper when Daniels fist connects with his face. The boys pull him away. “Don’t you ever touch MINE or any girl like that again, she asked you to stop you ignorant twat” Daniel shouts but the boys drag him through the house, into the front where we call an uber. While we are waiting Daniel takes me from Christinas arms and wraps his arms around me. We get in the uber and head home. The boys go to the living room to just chill for a second despite it being late and Daniel leads me to the kitchen.

“I can’t believe I had to save you from some douche” he groans. I frown. “Why did you leave me tonight?” I whisper. I see Daniel roll his eyes. “I had stuff I had to do” “You left me” I huff. “You’re not a puppy you’re capable of looking after yourself. Well, no actually. Apparently not” he says raising his voice. “It wasn’t my fault” I whisper. “Its never your fault” he yells and my eyes widen. I realise I’m not going to have a calm conversation with him so I roll my eyes walking into the living room, sitting next to Jonah and starting to remove my heels. “Don’t walk away from me!” Daniel shouts following me into the room. The boys eyes widen but the can’t leave the room so they stay put awkwardly.

“What am I supposed to do Dani? All you do lately is yell at me. I had no control over what happened tonight, it wasn’t my fault. He came on to me and I tried to make him stop” I huff angrily standing up. “You shouldn’t have led him on then. I saw you dancing, it wasn’t exactly innocent.” “Well you weren’t around the whole night.” “I was catching up with people” “Corbyn was too, but he brought Christina with him and introduced her, it really feels like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me” “I’m not” Daniel frowns. By now we had completely forgotten about the guys watching us. “Dani we’ve been together 3 years, I think it’s cruel to keep leading me on if you want to be with someone else you’ve got a whole sea of fans to choose from” I sigh. "I don’t want to pick anyone else, I want you” He whimpers holding my hand. “Don’t you know you’re it for me. Everything I need is standing in front of me, I don’t know who I am without you I don’t know what I’m living for if I’m living without you” he admits. “Tell me you love me” I whisper rubbing my hand against his cheek. “I love you so much” he whispers and walks over to Jack holding his hand out.

“Daniel are you serious?” Jonah’s eyes widen. I look at Christina and she shrugs, the boy’s eyes are all wide. Daniel nods and Jack hands him something,my eyebrows furrow. “I really think its time” Daniel says and the boys nod looking kind of giddy. Daniel pulls a ring out and my eyes widen, shaking my head vigorously. “Daniel no, we’re too young, I’m flattered but…” I trail off. “Its not what you think” Daniel laughs and so do the boys. “I love you so much, I’ve known you my entire life and you’ve been with me through everything. I know we’re young and I’m really not ready for marriage but I do know that one day it ill be you that I marry. So I want to give you this promise ring to show you that I will always be yours no matter what, and I want to be yours eternally. I promise that one day I will propose, but all I can do for now is love you” he says. My eyes well up with tears and I stick my left hand out, he slips the ring on my ring finger and I smile wide, imagining it being on my other hand and being engaged to Daniel. I throw my arms around his neck. “I love you so much Daniel, you don’t understand” I cry out. “Damn, Daniel is smooth” Christina chokes out laughing a little. We pull away and see her wiping her eyes. “Goals” she winks referencing our interview earlier on. I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around Daniels waist, pulling his shirt out of his pants so I could place my hands up it and on his bare back, something I’ve done since we started dating, for comfort I guess, feeling his bare skin against mine calmed me down. The boys had gotten used to it by now so they don’t make any dirty remarks like they used to. Dani smiles when he feels me pulling his shirt out and just leans down to peck my lips.

“Are you two gonna smash again?” Zach groans. In reply Daniel smirks and scoops me into his arms, rushing upstairs.

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