#uh oh. you got the bad ending. rip buddy
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I like drawing him in bloody and smiling
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Some Uncle Grog fluff for your Sunday. Shout-out to all my fellow dyslexics out there.
Anyways, here is little Wolfe De Rolo bonding with his Uncle Grog.
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While Vox Machina wasn't always together anymore, there were times where they made sure to be together. Winter's Crest was one of those times. Grog was in Whitestone Castle, getting ready to head out to the bakery before probably working out with the Whitestone guards - gotta remind them that defense isn't ALL in the guns.
Grog walked through the hall when his ear twitched at a noise. Huh. That was weird. Curious, he turned and opened up the door closest to him. It was closet, full of mostly blankets but also Wolfe.
"Oh it's just you, Uncle Grog." The boy sighed.
"Uh what do you mean by that, just Uncle Grog?"
"I mean you're not...one of them."
"Who?"
He sighed again, "My tutors. Leona....my parents."
"Hmm, Percy has been in a pissy mood lately."
Wolfe shrugged, "Mum's pregnant, he's always in a mood when she's pregnant. But that's not why I'm in here. Look I just...I just can't do school today."
"Oh, well you want to go out with me? I was gonna pick up sweets then hit some stuff."
Wolfe's eyes lit up, "Yes! I'd love to do that!"
"Alright! Let's go, little buddy."
"Hey! I'm tall for my age!"
Still small to Grog but maybe Wolfe was right - he wasn't gnome sized even. "Medium buddy!"
They headed to the bakery, picked up a bunch of bear claws then headed to the training yard.
"Alright, boys put down your little fun sticks - time to practice some REAL combat!" Grog shouted, ready to get a nice brawl going when...hm. Wolfe was here. Vex had two, no, THREE rules for the babies. One, no beer. Two, no brawls. Three, no house of lady favors. It limited Grog severely BUT maybe...maybe he didn't need to brawl but show Wolfe some beginner steps. Percy certainly didn't seem to be training the boy for anything for guns and school. It occurred to Grog then that he could teach Wolfe how to be strong.
"Make room for the...little lord Wolfe De Rolo! Today, he learns how to be strong!" There's a pause before the guards hollar and hoot in agreement. Wolfe smiles brightly up at Grog which makes him feel a weird warm tingly feeling in his chest. Not bad, kinda like when Pike heals him but also not like that. Cool.
For the next several hours Grog showed Wolfe how to train. They did push ups, sit ups, pull ups...lots of ups, not many downs. He even showed Wolfe how to properly hold a sword and how to punch without breaking your fingers.
Grog called the end when Wolfe started looking like he was maybe a bit in pain or too tired. No sense in making his nephew hurt.
"Alright! That was good! Keep working out like that and maybe you'll be as ripped as me one day."
"That was intense but good. I liked it, I think my body may feel different tomorrow - but this was good. What do we do now?"
"Now we go to the bar! Like strong men do!" That earned Grog another bright smile and warm feeling in his chest.
They headed to a tavern where Grog bought himself some ale, a giant sandwich and....a giant sandwich for Wolfe too.
"You got a weapon you think you would like?"
Wolfe smiled, "Mum has us practicing the bow, which I like. But...I want to try an axe."
"Atta boy!" He reached over and clasped Wolfe's shoulder. "So, you gonna tell me why you didn't want your parents and...others to find you today?"
The smile on Wolfe's faded and the warm feeling in Grog's chest was replaced with a twisty feeling he did NOT like.
"It's...embarrassing."
"Oh, did you poop your pants or something?"
"No! Nothing like that. I just..." Wolfe sighed, "everyone in my family is so smart. Dad invented guns and mum is so, so good with money and Vesper knows so many languages now. Leona reads so fast, and even little Danny is beginning to read. But...I'm not like that. Reading...is so hard, Uncle Grog. It doesn't make sense in my head, the letter and the sounds... they thought my eyes were bad like Leona but nope, it's not my eyes. I'm just...not smart."
The twisty feeling in Grog's chest worsened. It reminded him too much of the hard parts of being in Vox Machina, of always being around smart people.
Wolfe kept going, "But...maybe I don't need to read. Maybe I can just be strong! Like you, Uncle Grog!"
That...felt wrong. This was Percy and Vex's boy, and more...Grog hated he couldn't read for so long. Hated books, hated words, hated...his brain. Wolfe shouldn't go through that.
"We worked a lot on being strong today. You did some really good work. But being strong isn't all about muscles." He said carefully, thinking about Earthbreaker Gruun.
"It isn't?"
Grog shook his head, "Strength is about doing hard things. Doing things that make you work. You don't get strong by doing easy things. You get strong by doing the work and...and standing by your friends because sometimes that's hard too.
"Sure, you could get all muscly like me but you have to ask, Wolfe - where does your strength come from?"
Wolfe was silent for a long moment before he sniffled, "I don't know, Uncle Grog."
"That's okay. You can answer that later. But first, reading is a challenge, yeah?" Wolfe nodded. "Meet the challenge. Beat it. And if what you're doing isn't working, then WE can find a way that does."
"Okay...will you help? I don't think I can do it alone."
Grog smiled at the boy and clasped his shoulder again, "Of course. And when you need a break, we can BREAK stuff!"
"Yeah!"
They finished their afternoon meal before heading back to the castle. Halfway there, a familiar, pissy voice came in over the earring.
"Grog Strongjaw, tell me you have my son with you."
"Hey, Percy. Yeah, Wolfe's here. We had a good man day!"
"MAN DAY?! Did you take my son to a brothel?! He's NINE, GROG!"
"Relax! We got sweet, hit stuff, then got sandwiches at the tavern."
A long suffering sigh phased through the earring. "Just...bring him home."
"Already on our way."
Wolfe looked up at Grog, "Is he mad?" Grog shrugged.
"He'll get over it. Hey, you wanna ride on my shoulders?"
"Hells yeah!" Grog hoisted him up and they finished the rest of the walk this way with Wolfe peering down at everyone who was suddenly much shorter than him.
They reached the castle, which meant meeting a pissy Percy, a perturbed Vex, and put-out tutors. Grog took the blame - he wanted some alone Uncle Grog time with Wolfe. He could take his friends' annoyance. Leona and Vesper took Wolfe aside to go play upstairs while the grown-ups stayed in the study.
"So uh, Wolfe told me that reading is hard for him."
Percy waved him off, "Yes, we know, we are working on it-
"Well, it's not working. I'm gonna stay to help. Show him what worked for me."
Vex looked at Percy and shrugged, "He makes a good point, darling."
They all talked a little longer, working out what Percy called "logistics."
Before the children went to bed, Wolfe ran over to Grog and gave him a hug.
"You're the best uncle, Uncle Grog. Thank you."
Grog held him a little tighter. He was a good uncle. That warm little feeling in his chest returned in full strength.
#grog strongjaw#wolfe de rolo#perc'ahlia babies#critical role#critical role fanfiction#vox machina#fanfiction#scurv writes#percy de rolo#vex'ahlia#perc'ahlia#it gets the tag for being briefly mentioned
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ONOT THE NEXT ONE “BETTER THAN WE FOUND” IT LAST PART I’M NOT READY BUT I SO AM
Ngl tho better than we found it is kinda a nice last title it has an air of lightness to it
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it better hecking be reflected in this episode if it ends on a cliffhanger or angsty note i’ma lose it
okay here we go
(s4 special pt 4 spoilers ahead)
STARTING IT UP HECK BREAKS I’M JUST SITTING HERE
OOP
MK COMPASSION COMING THORUGH AGAIN
WELP THAT’S EVERYTING
SHIFU JUST WATCHING IT
OH ITS THE LITTLE GIRL
HI LITTLE GIRL
OH CHANG’E HI LOVE
HAHA PENG TRYING TO DIP
MEI
MEI’S NOT GONNA LET THEM
SHE WANTED TO FIGHT
AHA
AHAHAHAHAHA
TURNING WORDS BACK ON THEM NICE ONE THAT’S FUNNY
HAHA
MEI AND MACAQUE TEAMING UP IS SO GOOD
HELPGN;LDKMDS
JUST CHOMPS HIM UP
YELLOW TUSSKK COME ON BUDDY
SANDY
ABSOLUTE BELOVED
THAT’S NOT REALLY HOW WE ROLL HERE
AWWWW
YESSSSSS
LETSGOOOOOO
THEY FUN
I LOVE THEM
B TEAM MOVE OUT
MK JUST
QUIET
I LOVE HIM
HE’S SO GOOD
HE’S SO KIND
AFTR BEATING THE GRAP OU TO FHIM BUT Y’KNOW
OOP
THEM LOOKING AT WUKONG AS HE GOES PAST HECK
JUST STOP
HECK DUDE
I PUT YOU IN THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF?
HE WAS DEAD?
OH SHOOT
OHHHH
YEAH SOME OTHER THING HAPPENIGN
CACKLES
OKAY
YEAH RIP DUDE JSUT RELAX
IS HE GONNA DIE MAKING IT BETTER?
PROBABLY HUH
YEAH I GET THE FEELING WHOEVRE THIS IS IS AFTER YOU MK
OH YEAH THERE HE GOES
WUKONG STOPPING HIM
HECK DUDE
WHY DO YOU LOOK SURPRISED SHIFU
OH WOW HE’S
HECKING DISINGTERGRATING
YEAH OKAY BYE BUD
I’M
I DON’T REALLY FEEL SUPER BAD FOR YOU BUT
OH HECK UH
WHATS THAT WHO’S TAKING IT
IS THAT THE JADE EMPERORSPOWER YEAH
UH
SO WHO’S GONNA HANG ON TO THAT
OH NEZHA TRYING TO GOT THIS
I DONT’ THINK YOU WILL BUD
UH WHAT ARE THOSE CHAINS
HECK DUDE
oh nice hair tang very fluffy we love that
OOP
TANG U GOT THIS
YES FRIEND GROUP POWER OF FRIENDSHIP MOMETN SURE YES
AND YELLOW TUUUUSK ILY
YEAHYEAH WE KNEW MAC WOULD HELP
ARE THEY GONNA LOCK THE JADE EMPERORS PWOER AWAY?
OH WOW NEZHA NICE
BRO
NICELY DONE
FFM IS NOT DESTROYED TAT’S AWSOME
HAHAHGHDFJKSDAF
UYEAH CHECK ON HIM ITS THE LAD
OH MAN DUDES BEEN THROUGH IT
HELPGN;LDSKFMAE
ILY
ILY YOU PIGSY
ILY SM
DADSY REAL
TANG CALM DOWNG;LSKMF
SANDYGDS;FKAMGWEFIMAWF
MAAAAN
THEY SURE ARE FAMBLY MOMENT
GO ASK BUDDAH NEZHA
YOUR’E GONNA GT ATTACKED BY WHOEVER WANTED AZURE OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE
SEASON 5 IS TERRIFYING ME RN
ngl compared to the lbd one so far this felt a little anticlimactic and i porbably just jinxed myself but i dont care. that one also had 3 seasons of build up tho so… yeah hjGKL;SJADF MK THO
DANG
HELPGMSDFK
PUSHING WUKONG AWAY YUP
GOOD MOVE NEZHA
DESERVED
RED SON RED SON RED SON RED SON
OH THEY ARRESTED HIM HUH
AWWWWW
WELP
WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM MAN
JADE EMP IS DEAD
WHERE’S THE FUN IN TAHT
ALL THAT
SO LONG AS WE LEAVE THE WORLD IN BETTER SHAPE THEN WE FOUND IT… THEN ITS ALL GOOD RIGHT?
MK’S INJURED GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL
AND UH
OKAY WHERE’S THE OTHER BOOT DROPPING
I LOVE THEM SM
THEY ALL SO FANCY
HUG
SIDE HUG
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HELPGN;DSAFKLMAWE
BEACH DAY
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
I’M WAITIN FOR THE BOOT DROP BUT I’M IGNORING IT NOW I HAVE TO APPRECAITE ALL OF THIS RIGHT NOW
THE SHIRT
THE HAT
THE SUNGLASSES
THE SHORTS
HE’S THE UNCLE THAT JUST GOT BACK FROM PICKIGN UP THE SNACKS
THE MEI MK AND RED SON, THE WAY RED SON’S STANDING, TANG WITH HIS UMBRELLA DBK AND PRINCESS IRON FAN STYLIN PIGSY IS THE DAD AT THE BBQ I’M GONNA CRY
PLEASE TANG’S FIT I’M CRYINGNS;LDKFM;AOWEF
NEXT FRAME MEI WITH THE WATER GUN RED SONGHL;KFAJ;OWIEMFASFD MK DECKED OUT IN SWIMMING GEAR I’M CRYING
PLEASE PRINCES IRON FAN PLAYING VOLLYBALL WITH THEM I’M SCREAMING
MEI LOOKS LIKE A DUDEBRO GAL I KNOW AND I’M LIVING FOR IT RED SON’S FACE PLEASELKMGOASDF I NEED THESE ALL FRAMED
PLS SANDY GETTING BURRIED TANG CARVING HIS MUSCLES OUT OF SAND PIGSY GIVING HIM A DRINK MO DECKED OUT IN SAND GEAR, RED SON’S SUNGLASSES ON A SAND SNOWMAN AND LOOKING ANNOYED ABOUT IT MK’S SMILE I’MGN;LSDKFM
I’M SCREAMING NEXT FRAME IS DBK AND SWK THE DADS FISHING THE BROS FISHING TOGETHER I’MGN;LSDFMAOWFIMSADF
SUNSCREEN
BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD
YOU’RE GETTING SO SUNBURNED
SUNSCREEN NEEDS TO ABSORB FIRSTN;LDKMSD
yeah that’s parent energy
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i didn’t know sunscreen needed to absorb first-
OKAY MOVING ON G;LSDFNAB;OGAI;WEOFIM
PIGSY IS SUCH A DAD
UYUP THATS HOW WE ROLL
you don’t understand the moment i’m having here with MACAQUE AND HIS PINK SHIRT AND YELLOW PANTS AND PROBABLY LOW HANGING TANK TOP I’ SCREAMIGNDF;LAMEF;OAIWEN;OIAFM
“cute” WOW WHAT AN ANGLE
art for this show is so nice tho m a n
this is gonna make me cry
Wukong with his
overdramatic sarcasm
and Macaque just seeming kinda tired
and
hECK LEAVE IT A LTTEL BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT
HECKING
PEACH POPSICLE
NOT THE SAME BUT
SO FMAILAR
THAT CAN BE A TOMORROW PORBLEM
MACAQUE DOESNT’ QUITE SMILE BUT
WOW HE SURE DOES PLOP HIMSELF DOWN RIGHT NEXT TO WUKONG
MAN
MK IS SO SUNBURNED
HE IS SO SUNBURNED
RIP MY DUDE
RED SON SOAKED AND THERE’S A FISH IN HIS HAT
I’M SO SAD WE DIDN’T GET TO HEAR HIS VOICE BUT I LOVE THAT THEY UNCLED HIM HAVING FUN WITH THE DUO THEY ARE EVERYHTIGN TO ME
OKAY YES, OTHER SHOE, HIT ME WITH IT
OKAY WHO THESE GUYS
WHO’S THE PARTY
WHATCHA DOIN
K
KAY IS THAT IT??
REALLY THAT’S ALL YOU GIVE US??
FINEEEEE
FINE OKAY
I’M FINE
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all in all i actually really enjoyed that special like A LOT
give me like two days and i’ll process what i saw in pt 3 and
ehre and
there
and everywhere
actually i kinda enjoy how vague it is 10/10 the montage of them on the beach hanging is so nice Mk applying sunscreen is so cute he’s so good he’s so fast I love how wukong’s Shifu energy of just like cause mk is monkey like him so its “yeah that’s how we roll” n stuff
Macaque’s style is killing me
Wukong’s is just dad
Macaque’s is just
I don’t even know how to categorize it and i’m okay with that
WELL
JADE EMPERORS DEAD
AZURE’S DEAD
PENG STILL OUT THERE
YELLOW TUSK IS ARRESTED
MK IS MONKEY
MACAQUE IS VIBIN WITH THE CREW
WUKONG IS BETTER AT COMMUNCIATING
I’M CURIOUS IF THEY EVEN HAVE HIM HAVE THE SAME POWER LEVEL AS MK
OKAY
UH
THAT WAS ALL A BLUR
I NEED TO WATCH IT SIX MORE TIMES HAVE A GOOD ONE
KNOX OUT
#knox rambles#knox reacts#Monkie kid season 4 special spoilers#lmk s4 special spoilers#Monkie kid season 4 special#lmk s4 special#WELL#this reaction feels shorter than my others but its okay#I REALLY DID ENJOY IT SO MUCH#HECK#I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF NOW THAT ITS OVER Y'KNOW?#I NEED LIKE A GOOD WEEK TO PROCESS EVERYTHING#HOPE Y'ALL DOING WELL I'M GONNA GO BRAINROT ABOUT POSSIBLE AMV'S I CAN DO NOW
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Rise April Challenge 15: Buddy
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Buddy really liked his friends. They were fun, and always fixed him up when he got torn up. They were great!
Sometimes they got torn up too. But it was different than when he was ripped. A bit of tape and paper and he was fine, but his friends didn’t work like that.
They leaked when they got a tare, apparently it was called “bleeding,” and they needed to wait a long time to get better. Thankfully Blue-Friend was very good at fixing human rips and holes, they also were harder to rip them than Buddy.
But there was another thing that was different.
He had been confused when his Orange-Friend made a huge amount of noise as Blue smeared a green cream over his fingers. When the smaller one had yelled as he ripped his hand from the hot pan, Buddy had thought that it was to call the Blue one to help. But even as he was getting fixed, Orange kept yelping and shouting. Why? Blue was already here.
It had been very confusing.
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He ended up asking Red-Friend. It was hard since he didn’t know how to say a lot of words, although Purple-One was teaching him more.
“Hey, Buddy. What’s up?” Red asked as he walked into the dojo.
“Buddy!” The paperman said. He found out that his name was also a used to say friend. That was very fun! He waited till he was closer before beginning to piece together his question.
“Why... do... Orange... make noise... when...” Buddy paused, trying to grab the word. “...he touch... hot?” That worked.
Red furrowed his eyes.
“When he got burned?” Burned! That was the word. He’ll try to remember that.
Buddy nodded.
“Well, it hurt. That’s kinda what you do.”
Hurt. That wasn’t a new word, Buddy had heard it before, but he didn’t know what it meant.
“What... ‘hurt’?”
Red looked shocked, before shaking his head.
“Right, forgot that you don’t know this stuff. Hurt is... uh, like when you feel pain.”
“Pain?” He didn’t know that one.
“It’s like-” Red started but stopped and stared at Buddy. Buddy stared back. “Do you... like feel pain? It’s just that your paper and-” He stopped again, and Buddy just waited. “Pain is like when your body is yelling at you. That something is hurting- uh, that something is wrong. Do you... have that?”
Buddy thought about it. He always knew when something was wrong with his body, but it never yelled at him. (He thinks Red meant that part ‘figuratively’. (Good word, Buddy!)) It was just him knowing that it wasn’t right.
He eventually shook his head.
“Oh. Well, that makes sense. Don’t worry about the noises, Buddy. It’s just something we do.”
Buddy nodded and left to go think.
So, his friends got “hurt” and felt “pain.” That did not sound fun. Buddy thought of other times his friends were hurt. He recalled their scrunched-up faces and the ugly sounds they made. He thought of the way they squirmed, trying to get away from their rips, or how they clenched their teeth. He decided that he didn’t like seeing his friends be hurt.
But if it was bad for him to see hurt, was it worse to have pain?
Buddy decided that he was happy he didn’t have pain, and he was also going to make sure that his friends didn’t need to get pain.
Buddy smiled tucked away this line of thought and wondered off to see if anyone wanted to play a game with him.
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Ok place your bets how angry am I going to get at spn for their handling of S4 Sam because Dean's right.
"So far all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who uh, screwed you, played mind games with you and did everything in the book to get you to go bad."
Yeah babey I'm tired, it's my day off, and I've braved myself up to tackle the tumultuous S4 because it's giving mixed feelings!!!!
You know the drill. Unhinged thoughts, commentary and screaming under the cut. I've been in full media analysis mode for the last week so it might get a little academic too, who knows.
A warning - I'm not enjoying the Heaven x Hell sub plot. I know, I'm sorry (not really.) I will persist as long as I can but you can't rip seasons 1-3 out of my cold dead hands because I'm clinging to them too strongly. They just hit the spot near perfectly. World's biggest fandom member disappointment, and proud, over here.
Anyway commentary bellow!
S4E9/10 - I Know What You Did Last Summer & Heaven and Hell
Ok so, this is a real topic, and I'm going to tread lightly here, but I appreciate the sinister undertones of Ruby coming onto Sam and him actively pushing back - he's vulnerable, abusing a substance, and she's actively taking advantage of that and doesn't stop after he makes it clear he's uncomfortable the first time. A boundary is broken and pushed through. Very icky. I have seen spoilers for Ruby's character (unfortunately!) and like, have to say, she got me. But I think I'd start to really clue in with this episode that something is deeply not ok - based on that one scene alone.
I am however, deeply worried, that the emotional manipulation is not going to be handled with the consideration it needs (especially with regards to a woman coming onto a man and being too pushy) and it'll be played off lightly. I guess we'll find out. But I'm getting defensive already. Appreciate that Dean clocks it immediately however.
On a lighter note - go psychic boy go
Anytime Dean makes this face I go mental. He looks like a concerned version of the Eyes emoji. Top 10 expressions I have too much fun trying to replicate in art. Buddy being dead for 6 months must've sucked you've missed so much Oh No.
Supremely embarrassed that it ONLY JUST CLICKED that they're doing a whole Sam's with the Demons, Dean's with the Angels thing.
I'll focus in on the most specific shit and then something so blunt will fly over my big idiot head. Amazing.
Ironic of course, and clearly intentional that its cause Sam was always appointed the 'better one' but that's only cause Dean purposefully inserted himself as the moral-fall character as a way to try and protect Sam. Obsessed with that concept, not so much with the heaven v hell stuff.
REGARDLESS, two angels rocking up and Ruby's immediate response being to turn on the demon eyes makes me wonder - is this intentional - did she choose to do this, was an otherworldly force compelling her to do it?
No I'm not just asking these cause I'm cooking up ideas for Sam to get more demonic nooooooo what're you talking about noooooooo
Hilarious that Cas and his mate rock up like "Hello we are literal fucking angels, we want this human woman please we're going to kill her now, please hand her over"
like they can't just yoink her regardless.
And this is starting to stray into "Why Shy really isn't enjoying the heaven-hell stuff in spn" - which I should save for an entirely separate post, but most of it boils down to the stakes don't feel serious anymore, the comparative power levels of character's feels unbalanced, it takes away ANY weight to Sam's personal faith as a character trait, and--
I'm sorry I just cannot get behind any of it. Really dislike it. Unfortunate. Oh well. Sozzles.
Heaven and Hell was a real hard episode for me to watch for a number of reasons and overall, I deeply disliked it, but the ending scene of Dean breaking down was extremely well done so huge props for that. Fantastic writing and acting all through. Much to consider!!
S4E11 - Family remains
The summary for this one looks. Fun.
"And what am I running from?"
"What you told me. Or are we pretending that never happened?"
OUGH. OUGH. AUGH. OOMF. ACK. AUGH.
I appreciate that unlike every ghost hunter I've watched on youtube, this show recognises that EMF readers cannot be completely trusted. 10/10 thank you supernatural. One small little line about the needle being wacky, and Dean noting that there's power lines right next to the house. Love it.
Nice.
I can sense I'm going to enjoy this episode.
I LOVE A GOOD GHOST-HUNTING EPISODE!!
Also love that this episode forcibly made the boys reconcile with the confliction of killing humans vs killing creatures, but the humans were in a way like the creatures (monsters), the same way the monsters can be like humans.
Anyway, tonal whiplash, yet again with this show:
S4E12 - Chris Angel Is a Douche Bag
The Winchesters need worksafe inspector fake ID because It'd be perfect for this episode specifically
I LOVE the three older magician characters. These guys are great.
WHAT
Anyway this is a good bit. This is a really good bit.
Yeah Sammy what kind of kool aid are you drinking?????
That was.... A weird one but a fun one.
Anyway I'm really starting to feel like I want to cherry pick eps but I'm going to hold off. Till I hit S5 at least.
Like I rabidly consumed seasons 1-3 like a starving animal and now I'm reluctant to watch episodes cause I know there's good shit in here, and each episode has some important development moments for characters, or relevant plot that I want to know about so I don't feel like I can start picking and choosing episodes based on descriptions yet. But damn. Lot more misses than hits for me this season. Seriously considering buying a dvds of just S1-3 cause GODDAMN. Loved almost everything about the first three.
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hello :) have you ever done a spontaneous first kiss…? Like maybe they’re drunk or they’re angry and having an argument and it happens at an unexpected time and they’re both like ‘oh :)’. (Love every single thing you do)
“Hey, buddy?” Tom says, rolling his eyes down at the lump in the bed. “You got to get up.”
“Non,” Greg mumbles, barely peeking open his eyes, certainly not moving out of his curled up position. “Trop tôt.”
Tom narrows his eyes, crouching down closer and poking Greg in the forehead. “Get up, Greg.”
“Tom…” Greg reaches out with a murmur, clumsily tapping Tom’s jaw with a weak hand, then abruptly he leans up to close the spare inches between them and presses his sour-breathed mouth to Tom’s lips. He hums while his eyes flutter back closed. “Je me rendors.”
Tom briefly thinks his heart must have seized, staring at Greg’s lax face, then stands back up straight with a hard swallow. He nearly touches his mouth, then jerks his hand back, glancing around the room, as if the boldly wallpapered walls might have some explanation. He takes a deep breath, then exhales it hard, as he takes a few hasty steps toward the windows. He throws the curtains open, glances down at Greg already curling up against the sun, and moves for the exit.
He only barely manages not to slam the door, and covers his face with a loud, badly muted groan. He takes another deep breath and drags his hands down his face, peeking over his fingertips, and stares down the long hall.
The complimentary breakfast is not the best size for a hotel of this exorbitant cost, but it is well-made, and Tom finds it’s more than enough to rewrite the morning. He balances a couple coffees, one of them that’s probably more sugar than coffee, and grabs a couple pastries, then slips back upstairs. He has his hands full, which is perfect, because now he can kick and elbow the door and pretend he could never open it.
Greg opens the door after a minute or so of harassment, blinking down at Tom. He hums a low grumble, visibly bemused, then halfway lurches while he reaches out through the doorway.
“Uh-uh,” Tom says, turning, escaping Greg’s limp attempt to take a pain au whatever from him, “Let me in, for fucks sake. Where’re your fucking clothes?”
“Um,” Greg mumbles, taking a step back into the room. “Dunno?”
Tom dumps most of the contents of his arms onto the shelf-table opposite the end of the bed. “We got to go, so I picked this up in case you can’t get your ass out fast enough for the rest of the spread.” He shifts his coffee in his hand, sliding into a small armchair while taking a sip. “Join the hoard of zombies down there crowding for a taste of a 4-star buffet.”
Greg stares for a pair of moments, then slumps down across from the food on the foot of the bed, blinking back, before he all of a sudden leans down over his knees and shoves his face into his arms. He stays there still for seconds, then loudly exhales and seems to deflate further into his own lap.
Tom swallows hard, as he sets his coffee back down on the table; fuck, does Greg remember he was here? “…The hangover that bad?”
Greg doesn’t make any attempt to respond, not for what feels like forever, then sits back up with a hard rub across his forehead. “I-I guess, yeah.”
Tom picks up the chocolate croissant and offers it with a wag.
“No,” Greg amends, as he reaches out and rips a corner off the pastry and scatters crumbs onto the floor, prompting his shoulders to curl further into his ears. “I didn’t drink that much on the plane.”
“Wrong side of the bed, then.”
Greg shrugs and mumbles something around the croissant.
Tom picks his coffee back up with a small sigh. He pulls out his phone, glancing through emails, then the calendar, and grimaces at a green pop up under his thumb. They have an assessment meeting with Marcia’s son disguised as a brunch – that should be just bundles of fun.
“I had this…” Greg sighs hard. “A dream. In French.”
“Oh?” Tom says, looking up, feeling a smirk curl weakly at the corner of his mouth. “We haven’t been here that long, have we?”
Greg shrugs with a vague turn of his shoulder and looks down at his hands. “And I was like, maybe, on a nice walk with… or, um – a date with… someone, I think?” He rubs under his nose with the back of his hand, “And I woke up, or I thought I woke up… and it was like real? Then I woke up for real and it hadn’t happened.”
Tom stares for an open beat before he manages to quirk a brow. “You fantasized a French beau so reality just isn’t living it up for you this morning?”
Greg reaches for another piece of the croissant. “I think we were in like Montreal? There was, uh – was this place I used to get affogato.”
Tom watches Greg sulk for a few more beats, then rolls his eyes toward the window and Paris sprawling beyond it. He wets his lips, “I’m sure we can find that here, bud, but your imaginary fling will have to stay imaginary.”
“Yeah,” Greg mutters, then reaches out and snags the other cup off the table. He takes a slug off it like a hit, then exhales the expected grumble, “The coffee is… good.”
“I couldn’t find any shitty artificial vanilla creamer,” Tom says, dryly, watching Greg’s sulk become a little less existential and more simply immature. “I’m not sure it’s the French thing.”
“It’s like… French vanilla,” Greg insists, half-heartedly, setting it back down while he begins to stand, looking toward the bathroom with a turn of his head. He looks back down to Tom, scratching at one hand with the other, as he gestures with his chin. “I’m like going to take a shower.”
“Alright.”
Greg flattens his mouth
“Oh, fine,” Tom says, throwing his hands up while he stands from the chair. He reaches out and grabs the last bit of the chocolate croissant, leaving the muffin Greg hadn’t touched behind. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t turn it into a spa day.”
Greg mumbles something to himself, drifting into the bathroom with a scratch against his temple.
Tom waits until the door closes after him, then leans against the back of the chair with a heaving breath. He stares down at the carpet for a few beats, finishing off the croissant, and waits until he hears the water start up to turn for the door.
He takes his coffee for a walk, taking idle sips while his mind buzzes with Greg’s glum story of a dream. He feels like he stepped onto a few too many toes, which isn’t an unusual feeling toward Greg, but it’s worse in this case, between his evidently successful gaslighting and the nature of it.
It’s also worse in a plain selfish sense, because he would’ve… also liked it to have been real, though he’s doubtful Greg would appreciate the recast of his dear sweetheart. He probably would be more thankful to wake up from any sort of date with Tom than eager to wake to it, and Tom can’t speak any fucking French. It is the entire reason Greg is even in this country; at least, aside for any other reason Tom would have found to bring him.
Tom finds himself out in front of the opera house, cup empty under his hand, head down on a bench, while scrolling down a list of eateries between the hotel and the Waystar headquarters that sell affogato, because he really is some kind of sap. He wonders if it would be too tacky just to go to Häagen-Dazs, but Greg did once try to get him patronize a California fucking Pizza Kitchen, though that was before he got miffed about rosé vintages and first class legroom.
His phone starts to buzz in his hand, lighting up with Greg’s name, and he blinks while tapping to answer. “You rang, Gregory?”
“Tom? You –” Greg is quiet for a beat. “You didn’t come back?”
Tom furrows his brow and glances at his watch, but realizes in the same moment that he isn’t sure what time he left. “Got a little side tracked.”
“Oh,” Greg intones, then falls quiet for a few beats, finally exhaling a low hum. “Is it work?”
Tom thinks about lying, then sighs hard through his nose. “No. It’s just a nice day, Greg, I’m having a bit of a contemplation.”
“…Can I join you?”
“Of course, you can,” Tom says, scratching between his brows with a quiet huff, shifting his back against the light post. “I’m just across the street.”
He realizes, as he hangs up, that he might have sounded a bit too earnest.
“Hey,” Greg says, trotting the few steps across the street into the courtyard. He pauses in front of Tom, looking around behind him, as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pleated slacks. “Oh, it’s like a – What is that?”
Tom grunts lowly, closing the page of cafes and gelaterias with a swipe. “An opera house, I think.”
“Oh, cool,” Greg says, wandering closer to the foot of the steps to peer up at the gilding and the statues. “Wow.”
Tom stands up to approach the same position, looking dutifully when Greg points up at the ladies so delicately carved above them, as if holding the roof from the pillars. “It definitely has charm.”
“What were you doing on your phone?”
“Your is incorrigible,” Tom says, rolling his eyes, as he pulls it back out of his pocket with a wag. “I was seeing what places someone might get affogato for a pitiful mood.”
Greg looks briefly struck, then hastily ducks his head with a shake, as a grimace curves the edge of his mouth. “Tom, like – come on. It’s kind of stupid.”
“Oh, I heartily agree, but you’ve made me want ice cream,” Tom says, lifting his nose some with a tut and a narrow peer, first for the statues, then toward Greg, who’s still embarrassed and even gaining a rare flush. “You can stand outside, if it’ll ruin your little fantasy.”
“No, hah… It, uh – it sounds good,” Greg says, leaning up and then back flat on his feet, as he perks up, running a hand across his damp, moussed hair. “If you do really want. Yeah.”
“I do,” Tom says, still eyeing Greg sideways, as he starts to smile sort of silly down at their feet. It doesn’t exactly fit the bill of forgetting the morning entirely, but maybe it’s somewhere close enough. “You ready to go undercover, then – should I call the car, Monsieur Closeau?”
“I think he solved mysteries,” Greg says, scratching across the bridge of his nose.
Tom throws one of his hands up, as he texts the driver with the other, gesturing above them toward the sky. “So I can’t think of a French spy. Sue me.”
The entertainment branch sits with the Brightstar EuroVenture at a far curve of the Seine. It’s a long, hour drive through winding Parisian traffic, streets narrowed and widening, until they’re pulling up to a shiny glass building sporting some dubious greeters in the form of cartoon-inspired statues.
Tom is a little surprised that Amir comes out to meet them, since they’d agreed to meet with no pressure in a hotel restaurant between the park and the offices. He is Marcia’s son, though, so there’s probably some meaning behind it. He reaches out and shakes his hand, accepting the wealth of put-upon friendly air kisses as they go down the line of executives, then steps to the side, as Greg reaches past him to do the same.
Greg leans over, sticking his mouth practically in Tom’s ear, while Amir talks at his associates in quick fire French that honestly sounds just like noise. “He’s kind of panicking.”
Tom hums with a jerk of his chin. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Greg says, quiet, but his expression is fixed in one of idle curiosity, like he might be asking Tom something, and the group seems to buy it with various glances backward. “The park president has been leaning on him? About our like relation. Also, it sounds, like… a deadline issue? On the hotel renovation.”
Tom hums loudly, but keeps his voice low. “It was supposed to be done last November.”
“Weather…” Greg pauses, looking down to concentrate at straightening the hem of his silk button-up. “I think, he’s… Yeah. Like all the penthouses are…” The group in front of them bursts into uncomfortable laughter. “He really hopes you don’t want a tour.”
“Interesting,” Tom says, lifting his eyes to look across the carved lintel, as they pass beneath it, then peering sideways with a low tut “I didn’t even know I had that to look forward to.”
Greg snorts quietly, looking the other way while shaking his head. His hair has dried and broken some out of the mousse, bangs threatening to fall over his forehead, and Tom is having a real hard time forgetting Greg’s little dream-induced gaff. It’s gearing up to about eat him alive.
Amir turns with a gesture toward a shiny wooden table, offering his own spin on Marcia’s most welcoming smile. “Please, sit. I have had us prepared a wonderful meal.”
Tom steps forward and pulls out the chair next to his own at the same time he sits, gesturing for Greg to push past the little French delegation. It would be prudent to sit next to Amir, probably, but he couldn’t care and even less so when Greg grabs around Tom’s chair and leans in close to his ear, as everyone settles, to duck his head in close with a laugh. “I don’t think he’s talked to Marcia in a while. Adrienne asked. Blond.”
“Ah,” Tom smiles back, reaching toward a small cup of coffee, after it’s poured at his right. He gestures with it, across the table, as Amir welcomes more food to put across them. “This is great.”
“I hope so,” Amir says, offering another smile, as the food is set out onto the table. “It has been so long since we saw one another.”
“Too true,” Tom says, reaching out and picking up a piece of crusty bread. He makes a show of looking around, clicking his tongue. “Hey, you got any escargot on the menu? Greg loves himself some funky seafood.”
“That’s not true,” Greg interjects, hastily and a bit loud, which makes Amir blink, though probably less in offense than at the fact Greg is about ten percent as diffident as he was at that very shitty Thanksgiving. He leans earnest over the table, just slightly, gesturing cyclical with his hands. “I - I do respect the local cuisine, of course, but no thank you.”
Amir offers a polite smile, peeking to one of the executives to make some show of sharing it. “No worries. I do not think many eat it at this type of meal?”
The brunch continues with similar cool politeness, as Tom fully appreciates, not for the first time, being surrounded by people he knows are talking about him between sentences but can’t understand them. He fills in some empty spaces of the French wing of the firm, though, between his oversize translator and what they do tell him, but not a lot. It seems Amir is in a bit of a rut, stuck in his little bubble of nepotism, which Tom can empathize with, though he wonders why he doesn’t just quit. He’s not going to be able to get any higher unless he makes a lateral move within the company, which he seems reluctant to do.
The most exciting thing to happen is at the end, when one of the executives says something with a turn, as they’re getting up, and Amir laughs, adding something with a sly look sideways, then lowers his voice. It’s happened a lot, but in this instance it makes Greg fumble folding his box of leftover pastries nearly into his lap.
The executives don’t really catch the misstep, likely Greg’s superpower to seem like an idiot, so the cover of ignorant monoglot is intact. They file out of the hotel the same way they came in, waved off across the lot from the entertainment headquarters.
Tom hums a trilling upward note, as he clicks his belt into place. “So, what juicy tidbit nearly lost tomorrow’s breakfast on your snazzy new trousers?”
Greg immediately begins to hem and haw, avoiding looking at Tom to make faces down at the box, as he rests it at his feet. “Do you actually want to know, because like I’m - I am giving you the option not to? Like, it… you might not like it?”
Tom rolls his eyes, as the car pulls out into the street with a tiny beep of some nearby Renault. “As tempting as it is to live in ignorance – no, thank you, tell me what he said to his little buddy.”
“Collette said that… we seemed close, so he said at Thanksgiving, he…” Greg rolls his head against one of his shoulders with a pinched, avoidant moue. “He thought… you and I were close, and that, uh – he isn’t surprised you got divorced.”
Tom lifts his chin, as he narrows his eyes, then flicks his hand back over his shoulder in the direction of the park. “Are you giving me the Kindergarten version of something here using close, Greg?”
“Um,” Greg winces, eyes cutting across the car, as he anxiously rubs hard under his nose. “Yeah.”
Tom forces a scoff, as he attempts to bury some attempt to deflect, even mock the idea, feeling the impulse push against his judgment, especially since he’s in the very middle of a snit about Greg, accidentally, kissing him, but… He has slipped the driver an instruction that should lead to that affogato, and a stronger, spiteful part of him wants to make it better than a fucking dream, of all things, so he somehow manages to gloss straight over it. “But nothing similarly rude about how the firm might be run in the future?”
“Not really?” Greg says, slowly, peeking back over with a small, almost careful shrug. “They were more worried about them… I guess, the way their departments are kind of shitty?”
“Anything not on paper?” Tom asks, then grimaces, a bit, at himself; it’s not as if Greg is any kind of fucking psychic. “That it sounded like, anyway.”
“Didn’t seem like it,” Greg says, mouth twisting in thought, as his brows furrow slightly above his eyes. “Like, it was a lot of… if you’d bring it up, I guess, I think they thought you were here for them. Almost like… a little disappointed it was mostly nothing – I guess there was prep.”
“The cartoons and shitty foreign movies?” Tom says, breaking into an actual laugh, gesturing over the cup holders between them. “That’s so low on my radar, I’m not sure it even makes a blip.”
Greg huffs in some evident assent and looks out the window with a shrug, seeming to catch something by the way his head swings to watch.
“That issue with the hotel, though,” Tom says, slumping into the seat with a click of his tongue, grudgingly thinking of his tasks for the trip. He doesn’t know that Lukas would even give a shit, but Tom kind of does, especially if he might extend his life in this role, and make cruises and ATN look like short-lived experiments. “That’s more our problem. Tragically. What’s the resort president’s name – Emilie?”
“Emile,” Greg says, looking back over, as he leans into the console. “Emile Alarie.”
“Yeah, let’s make him give us that tour,” Tom says, turning his hand over with a tut, spinning his finger in a gesture between them. “We’re not fucking Disney, but that doesn’t mean we’re supposed to be the company that opens a half-finished hotel.”
Greg drops his head in a few nods, then looks hastily up, as the car slows to park. He looks rapidly from the window to Tom, startled, “Are we going to the – the Louvre?”
Tom exhales a snort, “If you reallywant, sure, but I was thinking we’d walk around a bit working off croissants and looking for your dessert.”
“Oh,” Greg says, blinking and hastily unlatching his belt, then reaching for the door, only to look down at the box at his feet. “Crap, but –”
“It’ll be here when we get back, don’t worry,” Tom says, feeling his lips twist with the effort to bite back a fond sort of smirk; it’s a little funny Greg took a to-go box at all. “Our buddy here promises not to eat them.”
“Yes, sirs,” the driver says, looking over their shoulder with a nod. “I could also take it to your accommodation?”
“Oh, could you?” Greg says, leaning forward to better look their understandably startled driver in the face. “I – I am concerned it needs a fridge, you know? There’s cheese.”
“It would be no issue,” the driver says, mouth flattening into a polite smile. “I’m here to help.”
“Thank you,” Greg says, picking up the box and handing it forward to the front of the car. “Like – like, a really big gratuity coming your way.”
“That’s not required,” the driver insists, taking the box, and he peeks with some bemusement toward it, only looking up as Greg exits the other side of the car. “…Happy to help, sir.”
Tom sidles onto the expansive sidewalk next to Greg, peering at the big pyramid. He smacks his lips, slightly, “Do you want to go?”
“I mean,” Greg trails off, making a flat face that’s plainly reluctant, and maybe a little conflicted. “Yeah? But like all day. It’s almost half over, now.”
“True,” Tom says, taking a step forward and hearing Greg follow behind him. He comes to a stop at the barrier outside the pyramid and tilts his head to look up at it, and thinks about Greg’s immediate, open curiosity at the statues on the opera house. “I’ve never been. We could extend a day – Lukas couldn’t give a shit.”
“Really?” Greg says, voice pitching, reaching down and wrapping his hands around the barrier, then lifting them up. “That would be like cool.”
“It’s a must see, so told,” Tom says, turning to look at Greg straight on with a click of his tongue. “Though I’ve heard the lady of the quiet smile is actually pretty damned small.”
“Yeah, but we’re like tall, so,” Greg says, as he mimes peering over various heads for a view. “You know.”
Tom throws his hands out, as he takes a step away from the barrier, back toward the big ring of a street. “See, now there’s going to be a basketball conference touring it the same day. I don’t even see some wood for you to knock on.”
Greg looks around, as he falls in step, leaning forward at the middle and distracting in his exaggerated peer. “There’s trees across the street? With the – uh, arc?”
“Too late,” Tom says, pretending disappointment, as he clasps a hand against his chest around the buttons. “I can only hope you don’t take the option to blend into a herd and abscond.”
Greg laughs with a drop of his chin, “I’m like so bad at basketball, man. I wouldn’t risk it.”
Tom snorts and reaches out to poke Greg it the soft flesh of his side, watching as he flinches, but all but fucking giggles, too, at the attention. He feels a smirk flit helplessly across his face. “You’re not being recruited, bud; you’re using them as cover.”
“Sure, I guess,” Greg says, rolling his shoulders forward in an easy shrug. “But I wouldn’t.”
The sidewalk takes them through a short tunnel and to a busy street on the other side, bustling with traffic of all sorts. The Louvre is at their backs and art galleries to their front, and Tom picks a random direction to keep walking in, more aware of Greg carefully putting on a pair of sunglasses with a flip of his bangs than any real destination. He thinks about Greg’s thorough existential disappointment this morning, suffering so bad he was bewildered by it; he must have caught a taste of it, though it’s not so unusual a feeling for him.
“Hey, so,” Greg says, nudging Tom in the arm between one step and the next with a lean and a slight shock of his elbow. “Where were you thinking?”
“I saw a bunch of little places around here,” Tom says, flitting a hand out in front of them, back and forth across but otherwise vague. “It’s your choice, bud.”
“Oh… oh, sure,” Greg says, pulling out his phone with a short turn of it in his hand, then shoving it back into his pocket. “We can just walk for a minute…”
Tom watches the movement with a short tic of his jaw. He takes a breath, holding it for a beat, and lets it out at a crosswalk. “We don’t have to, if it’ll ruin your imaginary fucking little liaison –”
“No, no – ” Greg interrupts, turning his head with a quick shake. “It’s not - it wouldn’t ruin like whatever, it wasn’t…” He scratches hard at his jaw. “We just found it, you know? It’s like more the opposite; I’m trying to keep it the same.”
Tom lifts his brows shortly and exhales hard, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If you say so.”
Greg hums a pointed affirmative. “Mets-en.”
“If you start doing that…” Tom glances upward, making brief, dubious eye contact with an evident gargoyle. “I’m going to talk to you in another language, too.”
“Which one?” Greg asks, eagerly, immediately dropping the French.
Tom wags his head back and forth, turning over the options in his head. “I’m usually best in Mandarin.”
“Huh,” Greg intones, falling silent for a beat, then sucks at his teeth with a tip of his head. “You should learn French. We could actually both speak it then.”
“Or you should learn Mandarin,” Tom says, lifting a hand to add a few fingers to physically support the argument. “Or Shanghainese, or Cantonese. Or Malay.”
Greg raises his brows with a sideways glance. “You know all those?”
“I had to,” Tom says, then snorts, as he recalls a number of instances where someone significant got by through pure self-importance. “Or I didn’t. Kendall didn’t seem to fucking try. Our stays in Shanghai overlapped a year, and I don’t think he knew more than how to ask for the bathroom or a beer.”
”So it… it should be easy to learn French,” Greg says, peering at Tom with an imploring blink and a marked emphasizing of his lower lip. “I want to speak it with you.”
Tom rolls his eyes away with a blink, heat flashing up his neck. He cannot fathom why that sounded like an invitation to dive straight into his chest.
“Oh, hey?” Greg says, coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of a crosswalk, then continuing more eagerly along the stripes. He points wide along the street that they’re crossing to, “I think – yeah. It says gelato? It’s like a little place.”
It is quaint with its little awning across the top, indecipherable name in curly letters across the windows with bread and coffees, and a trail of filled tables all across the front and leading around a corner. The inside is similarly cozy, and it’s only a short walk to wind through a few tables to get to the registers and display cases.
“Chocolate,” Tom says, peering down into the rippled rows of gelato. “Feeling devilish.”
“I think I’m… going to, uh - to stick with fior di latte,” Greg says, flipping his sunglasses up, as he pokes at the labeled box at the end closest to the register.
“Do you need a special pill?” Tom says, rounding his voice with a patronizing murmur, “I know you must’ve had a couple, already – can you OD on those things?”
“Shut up,” Greg mutters, ducking his head, as they near the front of the line. “It’s like fine.”
Tom listens to Greg order with one ear, mostly looking at the rest of the food in the display case, but he thinks he hears Greg call him a chum, or at least a swishy French version, which is sort of fun. He thinks it makes sense – the UK is practically within spitting distance – but it’s a kind of goofy word to exchange.
Tom wags his brows. “Vanilla?”
Greg regards Tom for a beat, then flattens his mouth. “You said chocolate.”
“I don’t remember,” Tom says, lofty, feeling a laugh at the edge of his voice. “You’ll just have to march back there and change it.”
“What – ? No,” Greg hisses, shaking his head, reaching out and pushing at Tom until they’re standing at the other end of the bar.
The coffee grinder starts up just beside them, then the hissing steam wand, and Tom lets the impulse to make more trouble lie. He leans into the counter at the elbow, drumming his hands onto it, and pretends he’s not just watching Greg go about the awkward, but perfectly innocent business, of taking pictures of the neighboring buildings through plants in the picture window.
He turns when the cups with their coffee land on the counter. He grabs a pair of spoons and takes both of them, wandering over to offer Greg the most boring one. “You want to eat outside?”
“Sure,” Greg says, eyes lighting a bit inexplicably bright, exhaling a breathy hum while taking the cup with both hands.
Tom takes a spoonful from his cup and looks around the narrow side street they’ve settled into, raising a brow at the little details tacked from corner to corner on the buildings. He rolls his head against his shoulder, staring at Greg for a pair of beats, then clears his throat. “Is it good enough, you silly little dreamer?”
Greg looks over with a sweep of his lashes, mid-sipping coffee from his spoon. He rocks forward, apropos of nothing, and presses his sticky, bitter mouth to Tom’s right there in the glorified alley.
Tom feels nailed to the cobblestone for a few beats, gawking up at Greg, as the coffee settles bitter-sweet across his lips. He swipes it off with his tongue with a start and a swallow, feeling a flush prickling across his face. “You knew it was real.”
“Not like really, but –” Greg shrugs, almost unconcerned, as if them kissing is everyday ordinary. The facade falls apart some when he almost misses licking ice cream from the back of the spoon, though with a marked lack of urgency. “Or you were… super jealous? But both meant like good things. For me.”
Tom lifts his free hand and digs the knuckle of his thumb between his brows. He slowly sets his own affogato down onto the table beside them, watching Greg follow the movement, and pauses, as Greg’s eyes flick back up his face. He takes a beat to question himself, the situation, the fucking city, then throws that all out, leaning up to press his mouth to Greg’s with a bit more energy than some humdrum taunt.
Greg makes a startled noise, fumbling like a big cartoon character, but Tom manages to grab his hand between them to keep him from dropping the cup. It nearly gets squished when Greg shifts closer, threatens to spill down one or both of them, except they hastily, clumsily work together to blindly set it down onto the table.
Tom hums when Greg’s huge hands come up to cup his jaw, cradling his entire head, while he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss. He huffs between them when his thighs gently hit the table, his fingers sweeping up into Greg’s hair and hooking into the arm of his sunglasses, as he takes a firmer grip around Greg’s waist with the other hand and urges him closer in a tug.
A car honks, echoing from the other side of the building, and they pull away from each other with a start. Greg looks wildly over his shoulder, at the same time he hunches inward, then completes the gesture by trying to bury his face totally in the top of Tom’s shoulder.
“All I have to say…” Tom turns the sunglasses in his fingers and slides them onto his own nose, surprised at the evenness of his voice, “Is you started that knowing I’d finish it.”
“I didn’t know know, Tom,” Greg argues, ineffectively, where his face is still hidden away like someone might jump in it.
It’s not a hugely baseless fear; Tom is very much eager to do it, again, but for now he picks up the affogato around Greg with a hum.
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So, I’ve started writing a new fic, but this time Buddie is only going to be the background ship. The main ship is Ana/Taylor, actually, and I’m quite excited to write this as I haven’t written any femslash in aaaages.
Here’s a teaser:
~*~
“Hi Taylor,” Ana said, putting on a smile to keep the conversation casual at first. “It’s Ana.”
There was a pause. Then, “Ana Flores?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Now that’s a surprise,” Taylor replied, a faintest trace of a chuckle in her voice, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Ana hesitated for a second, pressing her eyes shut as her other hand went to rub over her temples. “Um… I was just scrolling through my contacts and saw your name. So I thought why not call and say ‘hello’ and ask how you’ve been.”
It wasn’t something Ana usually would have done. Maybe with an old friend, but her and Taylor’s only connection had been through their respective boyfriends. They had gotten along well the two or three times they met, but Ana was usually friendly with a lot of people, easily and swiftly.
Taylor, on the other end of the line, however, didn’t seem put off. “I’ve been great. Working hard lately. There’s a new segment for a current affairs broadcast that I’m in charge of. It’s less live reporting and more investigative journalism. So… dream come true, pretty much. How about you?”
“Uh, oh well, same old,” Ana answered a little awkwardly, “I’m still vice principal at the same school. Working up to eventually climb the ladder.”
“Hey, that’s great. I remember you told me the current principal was going to retire in a few years?”
“Yeah, he’s still got two years left,” Ana replied, although talking about her job really wasn’t what was on the forefront of her mind. She had to change the topic and ease her way into what she actually called about. “So I’m doing great. I’m enjoying the single life.” It was another white lie, but justifiable in the context. “How about you? You and Buck still going strong?”
There was an unmistakable snort on the other end of the line. “Yeah. No. We broke up about half a year ago,” Taylor said, and Ana breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank God.”
“What was that?”
“Uh, I mean…” She felt sheepish and quite nervous, but there was no way around it now. “Listen,” she started as she got up from her couch and started pacing her living room, “I didn’t really call you just to catch up. I… um… I saw something earlier.”
“Oh? You mean like a news story?”
Ana had to chuckle at that. “Um, no. Well, news to me, in any case, and maybe to you, too?”
“Okay?” Taylor said slowly, sounding intrigued.
“Dios, I don’t know how to say this,” Ana sighed and heard another faint chuckle from Taylor.
“Just spill the beans. It can’t be that bad.”
Ana stood still, taking one, two deep breaths, and decided to finally rip the bandaid off. “I saw Eddie and Buck today. They… were kissing.”
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Season 9, Episode 18: Meta Fiction
Ah. Metatron, the author
Meta, indeed
All of it?
That's ominous
Whoa.
Obligatory
Oh, Dean...
Still helps
Absolutely not
Cas!
Uh oh
I don't like that noise
Okay then
A beacon?
Cas is in the 21st century
Then why did you try to kill him?
...interesting
Gadreel.
Yeah
Oh, Cas
Yup!
Thanks, Cas
Nothing
... we're not gonna talk about that
Yeah
That's similar
Uh oh
Yeah, I think so
Interesting
I like this dude
Yikes
Interesting choice
Cas 😂
GABRIEL
Holy crap, I thought he was dead!
Hiding
That ended well
Maybe?
Really? Are you sure that isn't what you meant to say?
Interesting
COLUMBO
Blues Brothers vibes
That was pretty cool
That's not good
Rip Ian
That's a really old voicemail, it's Jensen's voice instead of Dean's
You're not Jesus
I missed Gabriel
👹 Crowley 👹
Nice
Yeah
He's got a point
Change of heart
Good for him
Blech. The pimpmobile
Uh oh
That was all Misha 😂
That's not good
Spooky
He's a little busy
Heyo
This'll be good
Come on, Cas
That's the line Metatron was writing
Whoa
Whaaat
Devil's in the details
Definitely Metatron
This is weird
Spoilers
He was talking to Cas?
Time to die, buddy
The single thread
Evidently
That's the worst way to do it!
That's horrible
Great question
Oh, Cas
That's horrifying
Oo, I don't like that
This is freaky
Oh, please
He's kinda stuck
Dean's got a point
Huh. That's a real flip-flop from the beginning
Bad cop and worse cop
The crack in his chassis
I like the look on Cas' face
He doesn't care
There it is
What about his own grace?
Yeah, he's not having a fun time
Did you?
Maybe, maybe not
Eh...
It's nothing Dean hasn't told himself before
Well that's just a lie
Bad idea
And why would he do that?
Yikes
Blech. Nasty
That's not helpful
Uh oh
Spooky
Dean...
Pfft. No you're not
Dean...
Oh no
No
Oh, Dean...
Sure
Of course
Yikes
Oh boy
What?
Dude. You look ridiculous
Ew
Always Baby, come on!
Hey!
Oh buddy, you have no idea
That was weird
Great question
Maybe
Yeah, and it sucks!
Yeah, about that...
TRAMP STAMP MOC RENT FREE 😭
Right
Definitely
Right...
Uh oh
They have free will
Oh, why did he touch it like that
Wow.
FBI Cas?
This feels like a Bond movie
Here we go
He really thinks he's God
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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon
Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.
Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon
For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.
Lucifer
…..
They came out of the portal….
On a horse….
They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…
On a goddamn horse….
There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…
Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!
Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?
And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…
Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…
As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…
Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!
They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??
Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...
Mammon
Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:
"I wonder if I sell that...?"
After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…
These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.
Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.
He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!
He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”
He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….
The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??
Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…
Leviathan
Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!
...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.
To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.
Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…
The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.
They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.
After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...
By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.
No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)
Satan
Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?
He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.
Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...
After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.
Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.
It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...
Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.
The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...
Asmodeus
Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩
Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘
When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...
There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?
He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)
His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…
Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.
After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~
Beelzebub
He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊
The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...
Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)
Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).
The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…
Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…
Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...
At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.
Belphegor
The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.
For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"
It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…
When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…
Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…
What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....
Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….
As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.
He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.
Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...
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Cock Whore
Pairing: Niragi x Fem Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff in the end
Summary: Niragi has been ignoring you for a few days, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. And so you decided to hang out with Chishiya, only to find your pussy aching because of your boyfriend who’s been distant with you.
Warnings: ya’ll already know what you’re getting into when its niragi i dont even have to warn you
Note: gaahhhhh its my first time posting smut on tumblr- hope you liked it! Also sorry for my bad grammar- english aint my first language. ALSO!!!! Niragi has DICK PIERCING here so uh- enjoy~
You missed your boyfriend. A lot. He’s been gone for 3 days cause millitant business. You missed his warm hugs, his piercings, his face, his playful attitude and how good he touched you.
He came back from his 3-day mission with the millitants, whatever they did, you opened your arms for your boyfriend only to be found hugging the air. You turned around to find him walking by passed you whilst ignoring your presence. You tried calling out his name, but he only ignored you. You’ve had enough, you were touch starved. If he was being an ass then you’ll have to find yourself some other dick.
You went back to your room and changed outfits, you wore the black two-piece swimsuit Niragi got you. You opened your door only to be faced with Chishiya. “come with me, i wanna hang out with you, its been a while” he eyed you head to toe and gave you a smirk. (sheesh ok hoe)
Both of you reached the pool where it was crowded by peasents, “you look great in that two piece y/n, what’s the occasion?” “oh its nothing, just wanted to try something new~” you teased, “well you look hot” Chishiya licked his lips, you felt something wet down there as a light blush spread threw your face. “you know you should reconsider dating that fool, you deserve someone better. More clever, and better at eating you out” he stared at you with a smirk visible, not until you noticed the music stopping and so were the peasents chatting. He’s here. Niragi wasn’t with Aguni this time, but he was with the rest of the militant buddies
“awwww you get me Chishiya! Niragi hasn’t been generous and i’m kinda disappointed” you pouted “want me to change that?~” he grabbed your thigh. ohoho, little do you know someone was watching. you bit your lip as Chishiya’s hands moved slowly to your dripping wet core. All thoughts were disturbed when a rough hand grabbed your arm. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Niragi pushed you back and pointed his hun to Chishiya’s head “calm the fuck down moron, i wish just pleasing your girlfriend, you know, something you should be doing?” he sent death glares to the mischivious man, and scoffed. The grabbed your hand tightly and dragged you to his bedroom.
“what the fuck was that y/n?!” he yelled at you whilst throwing you on his bed. you sat back up “oh idk niragi, maybe the fact that you weren’t with me for 3 whole fucking days?! and maybe the fact that your ignoring me when you arrived at the beach while i called your name?!” you slapped him hard “or maybe it was becauseyou tried flirting with another woman knowing i was waiting for you?”
He was hurt, at the thought of you, thiking about him cheating, he could ever do that, he loved you so much. And it made him agree just thinking of you cheating on him, with Chsihiya. he pushed you on the wall and kissed you roughly,while he gripped your face quite tightly, he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, you felt his tongue piercing roam around your mouth as you did the same for his. He wasted no time and ripped both your clothes off. he pushed you down the bed and continued to make out with you roughly, while his hands travelled down thru your sex. he shoved two of his long fingers and moved them roughly, making you choke onto the kiss. you mewled and moaned as his fingers made magic, you felt so close to your limit, only to find him stopping and pulled out his fingers.
“did i tell you to cum? i didn’t now did i?” “p-please niragi-” “shut up you slut and hold it in” he licked his fingers and swallowed all of your juices coming from his fingers. he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer, he rubbed his pierced dick up and down, then in he goes. he went fast, god speed, and you weren’t shy at all, you moaned as loud as you could. his piercing hitting your spot makes it even better. he grabbed your face harshly ad kissed you whilst moving fastly. he pulled his face away as a string of saliva connected from your mouths. he went down to your neck and left multiple marks, marks so that everyone knows who you belong to. you drooled all over the feeling of his dick ramming in and out of you and how hard he thrusts. his piercing hittting the right spots makes you wanna cum right there, he felt you tighten up, letting him know you were close he gave you a smirk. you came, you couldn’t hold it in any longer, and creamed all over his cock “does that feel good? does it feel good cumming all over my dick you fucking whore?” you nodded continuously. you felt him twitch and bulge inside of you, his moans and grunts becooming more vocal. he starts to hit deeper than usual, he starts to go rough as he picked up his pace. he gave you one ahrd hit and came inside of you.
he dropped out of exhaustion, you too, panted, he slowly went beside you and hugged you. “im sorry i haven’t given you much attention.... i promise ill be better” he gave you a sly smile only to find you fast asleep. he sighed and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
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hope you guys liked the lemon!!!! jfc its even more embarassing knowing your old classmate will most likely see the smut- anyways if you guys have any request, JUST FUCKING TELL ME. thank you!!! love ya’ll
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win for me
warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!
tags: sapnap x fem!reader
summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship
words: 5000
A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)
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Sophomore Year:
Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.
It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.
There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.
Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.
Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.
“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.
“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.
“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”
He stutters out a laugh, nodding.
“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.
“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.
“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”
You open your mouth, then close it.
“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”
Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.
“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.
“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”
“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”
“Ah.” You nod.
The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.
When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.
“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.
“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.
“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.
It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.
“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”
He turns, dark eyebrows raised.
“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.
“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”
He nods, affirming your statement.
“See you around Y/N.”
It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.
Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.
Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.
Junior Year:
It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.
It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.
The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.
Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.
“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.
“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.
“What’re you doing?”
“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.
“You’re so slow.”
“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”
“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.
“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”
“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.
“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”
“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.
“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”
“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”
They snap open not-so-peacefully.
“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.
“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”
“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”
“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.
You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.
“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.
“That was smooth.”
“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”
“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.
“Hell yes.”
When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.
Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.
“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.
“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.
Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.
“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.
“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.
“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.
“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”
“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”
He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.
“Glad to hear it.”
“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.
“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.
You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.
“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.
“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.
“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”
He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.
“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.
“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.
“That’s actually gross.”
“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.
The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.
“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.
“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.
Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.
“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.
“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.
The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.
“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.
“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”
“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”
“And for me,” he adds.
“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.
Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.
“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”
“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”
Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.
“That’ll be all,” he reports.
“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”
He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.
“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.
“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.
“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.
“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.
“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”
He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.
“Should we?” It’s barely a question.
“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.
“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.
“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”
“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.
Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.
“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”
“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.
“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.
“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.
“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”
“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”
He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.
“You’re dead.”
If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.
“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”
“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.
You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.
When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.
“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.
“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.
“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”
“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”
He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.
Cute, you both think at the same time.
Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.
It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.
You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.
“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.
“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.
“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.
“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”
“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”
“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.
“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”
“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.
“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.
“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”
“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”
You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.
“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.
The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—
A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?
“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.
After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.
“Hey, are we dating?”
You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.
“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.
“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.
“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”
He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.
“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.
“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.
“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.
“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”
“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”
“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.
“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”
“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.
“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”
“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.
“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”
“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”
“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.
“That’s facts.”
The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.
Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.
“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?
“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.
You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.
He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.
“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.
“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”
“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.
“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”
And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.
God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.
Perfectly him.
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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comments = welcome!
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JY ; almost lovers
almost lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering
pairings: sim jaeyun x gn!reader
genre: fluff, angst if you squint
words: roughly 1.4k
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~guides and warnings~
italics - reader speaking
bold - jake speaking
[enclosed] - interviewer speaking
italicized bold - both reader and jake speaking
[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)
heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink
warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing
i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers
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hello~ my name is jake!
and i'm (y/n)
and we're almost lovers
[you guys were invited here today as almost lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]
yes we were
[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]
yup!
i'll be drinking regardless if i answer or not btw
why?
it's free alcohol
[how long have you guys known each other?]
since middle school ??
yup, so like 6 or 7 years ?
[wouldn't you be childhood friends then?]
oh no, jake and i weren't friends
*jake laughs and (y/n) grins
we really weren't, we were just somehow always put in the same classes
classmates, that's literally just what we were
ah i got it, we just knew of each other's existence
yup that
*both laugh
[how did you guys became almost lovers then?]
oh it's the classic project partners thing
we became seatmates, and like for that whole school year almost every teacher assigned seatmates as partners
it's like they all collectively agreed to it
yeah so we just eventually got close and ,,,
chaos ?
chaos.
*both giggle because jake's giggle is contagious
[why didn't you guys get together?]
we were both cowards and dumb with feelings
and jake had to move back to australia
and i had to move back to australia
[so if jake didn't move, you guys could've been together?]
,,,, i honestly do not know
yeah same
jake was the popular dream guy, i wasn't even dating him back then but so many rumors spread
i'm sorry about that really
don't worry, it wasn't your fault
*you pat him on the head making him smile widely
[how about we start the q&a between you guys?]
yeah, let's go~
*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jake wins
okay! first question
*jake picks up a card and laughs in disbelief
why?
[do you still find me attractive?]
*(y/n) bursts out laughing
i don't know if i should be offended that you're laughing or what
no, because it's ridiculous!
whY?
jake i literally compliment and hype you up whenever we meet
*jake blushes
so yes i still do find you attractive because you ARE attractive.
*(y/n) smiles teasingly
*jake rolls his eyes
*(y/n) picks up a card
oh wow
[did you see ever yourself loving me?]
*jake takes a shot
you know that just makes you sus
it's not like you don't know the answer?!!
that's the point! i do know so you could've just answered instead of drinking
shut up *jake grumbles
*you take a shot to make him feel better
the answer is yes btw, i did see myself loving them
*(y/n) almost chokes
*jake laughs
it's different hearing it out loud
*jake g i g g l e s
just read the next question
[do you think it's my fault that we didn't become a couple?]
pffft-
i mean
yeah yeah, but for me i'm blaming australia
sure buddy.
*jake :O
but no i don't think it was your fault, like we said a while ago, even if you didn't move, we were still dumb with feelings and we probably would've prioritized our future than a relationship. it wasn't the right time i guess??
*jake nods in agreement
[sorry, was it ever clarified between you guys that you had feelings for each other?]
oh yeah! we knew about it
yeah bUT AFTER I CAME BACK FROM AUSTRALIA ???
*(y/n) laughs
we met up when he came back and i just went "oh did you know i liked you back then?" and then jake just -
*(y/n) can't finish the sentence because (y/n) remembers the scene perfectly and is laughing hard
*jake groans
thAT! he groaned like that and basically slammed his head on the table.
yeah and you gaped like a fish after i told you i liked you back then too!
*jake :P
*(y/n) :O
i did not
yes you did! you went *jake imitates a gaping fish
yah! *(y/n) hits jake's arm lightly
*both laugh
*(y/n) reads the card and takes a shot after
why are you drinking? i'm the one answering
i know, i just needed that shot to prepare myself
[do you still have feelings for me?]
*jake turns red and reaches for a shot
moving on-
i'm answering
*(y/n) error404 please restart
*both cannot look each other in the eye
i don't know honestly? i still am kind of dumb with feelings but the reason why i say i don't know is because i'm trying to make sure that what i'm feeling for (y/n) is real?? like i actually do like them and not with the feeling ??
*(y/n) nods understanding what he meant
because wouldn't that be unfair to (y/n) ? saying you have feelings for them when you aren't really sure? i don't want that, i don't want to hurt (y/n) in any way or form
*(y/n) downs a shot and covers their face in embarrassment
why~ ?
*(y/n) narrows their eyes at jake and just hands him the card to read
*jake laughs
okay let's go,
[do you still think about what could've been?]
goddammit
*(y/n) takes a shot
*jake is basically just laughing at everything at this point, but that's okay he's cute when he laughs
yes, i do. i think what plagued me the most were 'what if?' questions. when i see my friends getting into relationships or hearing them talk about someone they've been seeing. i would often ask like "what if we just had confessed earlier?" "what if you never moved?" "what if we actually got together?" things like that
but i think my hardest 'what if' was "what if we just tried?"
*please put jake in rice he is not working
*he raises his glass to do a cheers
here's to painful confusion !
and dumb feelings~
*both take a shot
[question for both: do you regret that you guys didn't get together?]
honestly, no? i feel like if we did, we would be two completely different people right now?
yeah, i like who i am and who you are right now, so i don't think i regret it either.
and we were shit at romantic feelings
we aren't kidding, we really were
i feel bad for everyone who had to witness that phase in our lives
rip
*both laugh
[freestyle! ask any question you want]
hmm,,
don't think too much
no <3
*(y/n) rolls their eyes
okay, okay, i have one
this better be good sim.
[you said a while ago that it wasn't the right time for us before. how about now? do you think we're finally at the right time?]
.........
*(y/n) is speechless
*(y/n) downs a shot
jake don't ask me out on television
*jake bursts out laughing
i don't know jake, you tell me, you're the one confused with feelings.
... .. ... .
*(y/n) realizes what they said
*jake literally 👁👄👁
,,,, what?
*(y/n) clears their throat
huh?
nu uh, what did you just say ??
i haven't said anything yet?? are you okay?
*(y/n) looks at the crew around them that were covering their mouths preventing laughs and squeals
you definitely said something that meant you have feelings for me!
i did not! you need to get your ears checked
*(y/n) is blushing and is avoiding jake's intense look
[that's one way to end, huh?]
oh yay! we're done, good job everybody!
*(y/n) is hurrying to escape like a pokemon
*jake is still dumbfounded, poor guy
[is he okay?]
don't worry about him, he's rebooting
*jake glares adorably at (y/n)
we are talking after this
sorry i have plans, i need to water my dog
*(y/n) teases jake making him facepalm
[i think i smell another feature, but maybe as couples next time?]
*both blushes at the statement
that's all up to jake, director :D
*jake :O
honey, close your mouth, you'll catch flies
*jake wakes up at the term of endearment and his blush deepens
yah~ !
*(y/n) grins widely and waves to the camera
bye~
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a/n: AAAA ENHA CB !! the enhypen dimension opens owo <3 anyways, i made jake's lighter since i couldn't make it angsty, he's too precious, i must protect him. also, my jake timestamp (oh worm?) received a lot of love, thank you !!! i hope you like this one as well~ sunoo's will be uploaded next !! please look forward to it <33
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BnHA Chapter 315: I Didn’t Expect This to Blow Up
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “guess which plot that you thought was dead is actually not dead and is making a comeback!” and we were all “EVIL HPSC??” and he was all “girl you know it,” and that’s the story of how we got a sexy Lady Nagant flashback with lots of guns and murder. Flashback!Lady was all “gotta murder peeps to preserve the people’s trust,” but then a little while later she was like “actually wait that makes no sense,” and so she shot her evil boss and they sent her to jail. Back in the present, Deku was all “okay fair, the hero system might in fact be a little fucked up, but hear me out... have you considered not helping AFO take over the world so he can murder like a bazillion more innocent people??” The chapter ended with the not-all-there Overhaul finally revealing himself to Deku, and I honestly have no idea where this is gonna go.
Today on BnHA: In what is unfortunately the single worst plan ever concocted by anyone in BnHA, Nagant is all “I’m going to try and get this Deku kid to panic and freeze up by putting someone in mortal danger.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t panic and freeze up at the sight of someone in mortal danger].” Nagant is all “omg no way.” Deku, who is now all of a sudden being so OP that even I have to acknowledge that it’s OP lol, is all “[smashes Nagant’s gun arm to bits]”, which sucks but is also really cool, and which also apparently makes Nagant decide that she actually likes this kid after all. Deku is all “NAGANT I REALLY LIKE YOU AND THINK YOU’RE GREAT SO PLEASE JOIN UP WITH ME AND STOP BEING EVIL.” Nagant is all “aw shucks (✿ •͈ᴗ•͈) well okay then” and everyone is all “( ･◡･) ✰ ( ˆᴗˆ ) ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)” and then Nagant FUCKING EXPLODES LIKE AN EGG IN THE MICROWAVE AND FALLS TO HER DEATH!!!! except not really because Hawks saves her??? In conclusion, (a) THE FUCK, and (b) AFO TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I JUST WANT TO TALK.
so I have to tell you guys something, which is that barely ten minutes after I made that “please don’t send me spoilers” post the other day, someone replied to the comments in a stunning fit of “tell me that you’re twelve without actually telling me you’re twelve” energy and posted what seemed to be the copy-pasted spoiler summary from reddit or twitter or whatever lol. so here is my good news/bad news rundown of all that
good news: I have very well-conditioned ABORT!! reflexes and have trained myself to immediately look away from the screen (usually in dramatic fashion) as soon as I realize that whatever I’m reading is a spoiler
bad news: unfortunately as I was subsequently deleting said comments, I accidentally read the very last one
good news??: said spoiler was so unbelievably, absurdly over-the-top that I’m almost positive this person was just trolling. like, there’s just no way lmao
bad news: but in the unlikely event that it is true I will absolutely lose my shit I swear to god
(ETA: “NAGANT DIES.” that was the spoiler I read lol. like, literally all I read from the person’s comments was “My Hero Academia Chapter 315 Title: “Beautiful Words.” Chapter starts with...” and then I noped out of there, and then of all the comments to read as I was deleting, it had to be that one lol. I seriously was just like “SURE, JAN.” all “just how gullible do you think I am” sob. but I was wrong. a troll, but an honest troll they remain.
but anyways like I’m pretty sure Nagant isn’t even actually dead lol, so in the end this whole little adventure doesn’t even have a point to it, but for me it was a journey!)
anyway, so there are apparently two versions of the chapter today?? no idea what the difference is, but I’m going to go with the Bean version, because it’s the one at the top and I don’t feel like making decisions today
huh, so Overhaul is actually more coherent than Horikoshi was letting on
look at him having a whole back and forth conversation with her. side note, how is he still this jacked when he’s been sitting in a cell doing absolutely nothing for the past six months
anyway so he says he’ll go with her on one condition. I wonder what that condition could possibly be. do you think it could be the thing he literally hasn’t shut up about ever since he reappeared lol
yep! and damn -- maybe this guy will surprise me after all
still would be nice if you also felt a bit sorry for the little girl you tortured and traumatized, but this is something at least. maybe Deku will yell at him for that other stuff lol
(ETA: also can’t help but wonder if he wants to make amends because he put him in a coma, or because his plan was a failure and ended up destroying the family. just hoping you’ve finally had that “hurting other people is bad” epiphany dude.)
anyways so now Nagant’s arm is transforming again, and this particular transformation happens to be the only truly unsexy thing that Nagant has done thus far so I’m just gonna skip right on ahead lol
aaaaand we’re back to the delirious ranting
buddy. just. read the fucking room, guy
wow she really is aiming at Overhaul, then. those theories were spot-on
damn she’s really out here all “it really fucks with kids’ heads when you kill people right in front of them and make them blame themselves” like yo
I’m picturing her saying all this in a very loud stage-whispery tone while making very significant eye contact with Deku lol
uh oh but wait
um. okay. who’s gonna tell her. Nagant I might have some bad news for you about the kid you’re trying to capture here. specifically about the way he tends to do the opposite of what you’re thinking that he’s about to do
holy shit
so it’s basically just “tap x repeatedly to charge up your attack” lol
and okay, so that’s cool and all, but is anyone else wincing at the thought of what that must be like on his knees. oh to be young
anyway, but so to the surprise of basically no one, Deku did not, in fact, freeze. I am very sorry, Nagant. he’s just like this
LMAO
someone wanna tell me how getting yoloed in the fucking ribs by this fucking slingshot kid moving at literal sniper bullet speed is in any way even remotely better than getting hit by the bullet itself lol
(ETA: this is 10x funnier now that we know the bullet wasn’t even gonna hit him lmao.)
anyway so now Nagant is having an extended “!?!?!?” reaction about how Deku just moved with no hesitation, and I’m starting to get an inkling of fear that the rest of this fight isn’t going to go very well for her and maybe that’s what all the “hoo boy” is about
oh my god Deku are you about to Gomu Gomu no Rocket yourself at her you insane little man
now Three is popping up again and he’s all “I see you’ve learned your lesson and are now only using three quirks at once instead of five” like with all this effusive praise about how great and badass Deku is and sob, okay, yeah. this chapter is basically one of those machines that shoots tennis balls at people, except instead of tennis balls it shoots hot piping discourse
OH MY GOD
YOOOOOOOOOO but also, NOOOOOOOOOOO
lol oh my god it’s literally two opposing reactions at once wtf. do I love this or hate this. like just for once can Horikoshi actually let a badass lady character win their fucking fight without getting their arm ripped off, BUT ALSO fucking look at that absurdly cool “SMASH” onomatopoeia though. it looks like it’s about to float right off the page holy shit that’s some seriously good art
anyway so is this really the end?? do I need to break out my ಠ_ಠ faces
lmao okay yeah I can definitely see how this would piss a lot of people off
he basically one-shotted her and she’s all “damn this kid is so amazing that I’m about to do a complete 180 turn on all of my previous angst” lmao. Horikoshi is really shounening it up today
on the plus side though, maybe this means there’s still a chance for her to join up with him after all? unless that spoiler was true lmao, then all hell is gonna break loose
YESSSSSSS
OH MY GOD AND HE SAYS THE BULLET WOULDN’T HAVE DONE MORE THAN GRAZE OVERHAUL ANYWAY, wow, I’m actually more relieved by that than I would have expected. I mean I would have forgiven her either way, but it means that there was still more hero in her than she was letting on
YES!!! FUCKING YES, THANK YOU
lol but I mean, it’s also like, “oh so today they get to have brain cells”, thank you so much lol. sometimes it’s really hard to tell which times we’re supposed to question these character decisions that seem dumb, and which times we’re just supposed to full on embrace them and switch off our critical thinking
but okay, so in this case it really was Nagant going easy on him on purpose, and not just her fucking up for no good reason even though she used to do this for a living and was the best in the game. and I know in this case it’s probably just Horikoshi giving us some consolation headpats to soften the blow of her losing so abruptly, but you know what, shit. I’ll take it
also you guys the light is coming back into Deku’s eyes again for just a moment here and I’m having feels about it?? the way it still comes back when he’s reaching out to save someone, and following his own hero path instead of the much darker and lonelier Christopher Nolan path that’s been laid out for him instead that he never wanted?? it’s both reassuring and also very sad
YESSSSSSSSSSS
DO IT LADY OMG PLEASE?? PLEASE COME BE HIS NEW IRRESPONSIBLE ADULT SUPERVISION YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO
AHHHHHHH SHE’S GONNA DO IT AHHHH
p.s. I am now absolutely scared shitless that that spoiler was actually true sob. swear to god, I will throw this manga into a fucking volcano. but we’re almost at the end of the chapter and this seems just WAY TOO GOOD to be true fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck f
UCK
NOPE NAH SEND IT BACK, NOPE, NUH UH, DIDN’T ORDER THIS. “GULLIBLE” OKAY FUCK YOU?? “COUNTERMEASURES” NOPE, DON’T NEED ‘EM, WE’RE ALL FINE HERE. WE’RE ACTUALLY GOOD SO YOU CAN JUST GO, OKAY. PLEASE
fuck, lol, I don’t wanna do it. I don’t wanna scroll down what have I ever done to deserve this oh my god
WHAT THE HONEY-ROASTED FUCK
WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING VOLCANO IN ICELAND THAT I KEEP SEEING ALL THESE PICTURES OF. WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT. LET’S GO
ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW
can someone please give AFO a really good, sharpish kick in the balls. just really let him have it. I’m so tired, what the fuck
-- ARE YOU KIDDING ME LOL WHAT
bro. I was literally going through my Excel folders to find the spreadsheet about female characters in BnHA that I made back when Midnight died. was gearing myself up for a wholeass rant. and honestly I might just let all of that continue simmering on low to keep it warm just in case lol, because to tell you the truth I have absolutely no idea what’s happening right now
my girl straight up does not have a face. she used to have a face. people usually need those, idk. like, even if she’s alive, her gorgeous eyebrows are definitely not making it out of this and I’m gonna throw a funeral just for them
how the fuck did AFO just blow her up?? how did he know what was going on?? and if he had a quirk that could explode people at will, why is this the first we’re hearing of it?? you’d think that might have come in handy at Kamino or Jakku, like what
(ETA: present!me, who’s had more than three hours of sleep and can now actually remember facts about the series, would like to remind past!me that AFO gave Nagant a quirk, and so this is probably just more Vestige shenanigans now on his part. that’s also probably why Air Walk suddenly stopped working out of nowhere. still doesn’t explain why he doesn’t go around blowing people up more often though but maybe he thinks it’s gauche.)
Hawks just straight up out of nowhere. just Mirioed his way straight into the chapter just in time to be too late sob. here I was looking forward to seeing your face when Deku showed up with his new best friend. can’t believe Horikoshi deprived us of that moment
on the plus side, WELCOME BACK, HAWKS’S FEATHERS. I have no doubt that in this chapter of Deku being an almighty threequirk-mastering god, and Nagant losing anticlimactically only to be immediately blown up because girl characters in BnHA can only be cool for one fight and one fight only, there are still some people who are focusing solely on the “how dare Hawks get his wings back when he is a MURDERER this is an outrage what about CONSEQUENCES” discourse, and to hell with all the other discourses lmao
anyway, so yeah. wow. and now it’s just occurring to me that maybe the real reason why Overhaul is there is so he can get a head start on that amend-making by actually doing a good thing for once in his life, and using his quirk to heal Nagant. assuming he can still do that
and so now Horikoshi has got me out here actually rooting for Overhaul. you know what, on that note I think I’m just gonna go ahead and call it a day sob
#bnha 315#overhaul#chisaki kai#lady nagant#midoriya izuku#all for one#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha
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Heyo!! Can I request a Kuroo x male reader, where yn goes to give him a love letter one day, but he sees him with his new girlfriend??? And he’s like-sad and he tears up the note and he moves on??? But then one day kuroo asks to talk to him, and he confesses to reader, but since reader already moved on he doesn’t accept??? Angsty ending if you will 💔💔💔 thank you, Mr. Mizunetzu !!
Hi paola ily paola hee hee
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Kuroo x reader - you did once...
⚠️Warnings - Kuroo gets a gf, angst, not so much of a good ending?
Pronouns- male, he/him
You can find part two here!
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“(Y/n), can I talk to you real quick?”
(Y/n) looked up from adjusting his loose kneepad, and wiped a bead of sweat rolling off his face. He turned his head to his teammates still on their diving punishment, and looked back at Kuroo. They just lost to another school again, but he got his punishment done rather early. “Mm? Okay..?”
He rose to his feet, following Kuroo out the gym door. The walk to a secluded place far, far away from the main gym was silent and awkward, not to mention suspicious. If Kuroo wasn’t one of his good friends, he would’ve thought he was about to be kidnapped. Or murdered.
Eventually, they stopped where the fenced pathway met the grass. Kuroo stopped ominously, further proving (Y/n’s) ‘serial killer’ theory. He turned around, facing (Y/n), and leaned on the railing.
(Y/n) stiffly held his hands behind his back. “So...” he rocked on his heels, trying to seem as casual as possible. “...what did you...need...?”
He was met with no response. Kuroo, instead, gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. His eyes were downcast and he was sweating like crazy. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.
(Y/n) stepped forward and crouched down, so he could see Kuroos face behind the mop that was his hair. He rested his palms on his knees, trying to decide what to say.
“...I...think your hair looks nice...today...”
If it’s one thing he hates, it’s awkward silence. Not to mention the suspense of waiting on someone to say someone possibly life changing. I mean, why else should he drag him out miles away from the gym during training camp?
“Uh-If we don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss our next match-“
“I need to get something off my chest.”
(Y/n’s) throat closed up. It was simple. The secluded area, Kuroo flushed face, fiddling and chipping the rust off the railing. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before. He’s been in this situation plenty of times, with girls he can’t even remember the face of. But oh how much he’d love to be in this situation a few months ago.
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‘Just do it. just do it. God, just do it. Worse comes to worse, he’s straight. It’s not like he’s the type of person to de-friend someone because they like them!’
(Y/n) gripped the white envelope behind his back harshly, crinkling it on the corners. It had a red, heart shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Tetsu’ written in dark pink across the back.
Both Karasuno and Nekoma were bidding their new friends goodbye, all scattered across the parking lot of Karasuno. (Y/n) paced around awkwardly, looking for Kuroo’s familiar mop of black, messy hair. He was nervous, to say the least. Very nervous.
“Ne, Kenma,” (Y/n) placed a sweaty palm on Kenmas handheld game, pushing it down lightly and forcing him to look up.
“Mm.”
“Have...have you seen Tetsurou? I need to give him something.”
Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, and nudged his head to the side. Sure enough, Kuroo was there, off in the distance and talking to someone he couldn’t make out. His back was facing towards them, and his hand was on his hip. (Y/n’s) heart pounded even more.
“Th..an..k...y-you...” (Y/n) gave a lopsided, very stressed out smile, and limped his way over to Kuroo. Kenmas eyes were drawn to the extremely obvious love-letter being wrinkled by (Y/n’s) sweaty hands. He pursed his lips.
He then looked up to the petite girl chatting with Kuroo. It wasn’t visible in (Y/n’s) line of sight, but it was to Kenma. He almost felt kind of bad.
(Y/n) stopped dead behind Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the ground as he ran through his memorized confession for the millionth time that day. He tapped on his shoulder, keeping the letter flush against his back with his other hand.
Kuroo turned around, and that was when his eyes landed on the brown-haired girl wearing an obviously oversized Nekoma jacket. From context of the scene, (Y/n) supposed it was Kuroo’s. He gripped the letter tighter.
The girl walked forward and extended her hand out. Her bubbly aura practically suffocated (Y/n). “Hi! You must be ‘(Y/n)’. Tetsu was just talking about you! You two are like—buddy buddies right?”
‘Tetsu.’ That was (Y/n’s) nickname for him. Only he got to call him ‘Tetsu’...and who gave her the right to call him by his first name?
(Y/n) glanced at Kuroo. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned. It wasn’t his usual shit-eater smirk, rather a genuine, lovesick dopey smile. A smile (Y/n’s) never seen before, not directed at him at least. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his mind, but at the same time, he wanted to slap that smile right off his face.
“(Y/n), this is Yumi-chan. She’s our new manager.”
Kuroo stepped behind Yumimite, and draped his arms around her dainty shoulders.
“She’s also my new girlfriend~”
“Oh-hush it, you!” Yumimite turned around and berated Kuroo with small punches, earning a playful chuckled from the Kuroo. (Y/n’s) grip on the wrinkled letter loosened.
“...ahaha! Congrats..! When...when did you two get together?” If (Y/n) was good at anything, he was good at pretending to be interested in something. Maybe he should’ve joined the drama club instead of the volleyball club.
“Mm. We got together just last week. She gave me a love letter.” Kuroo patted the girl on her head, ruffling her neat brown hair and making her blush red. It looked like it felt nice. He wondered how it would feel to have Kuroo’s undivided attention, to be pat on the head like a blushing schoolgirl. To be a small, pretty girl next to Kuroo, to have the ability to call him ‘his’. All his nervousness simmered away, replaced by a strange ache of numb.
“Well, that’s awesome dude! Honestly, I don’t know how you managed to snag a girlfriend before me...” (Y/n) slouched dramatically, quickly hooking the letter in the waistband of his volleyball shorts and tugging his shirt over it. “Especially such a cutie like her! I’m (L/n), by the way...”
Kuroo chuckled, slinging an arm around Yumimite. “Don’t go flirting with my girl now. You have plenty of girls practically throwing their panties at you.”
‘Yeah...but I’m gay, Tetsurou. For you no doubt! I-I love you-!’
(Y/n) almost wanted to yell that out. And he almost did. But he chose instead to keep silent and laugh in response.
(Y/n) bowed slightly. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted to say hi to Tets-uh, Kuroo...”
Kuroo tilted his head at the use of his last name, but brushed it off when Yumi hooked her arm in his. The couple bid their goodbyes, as they turned around and walked off. (Y/n) followed suite, turning around robotically and marching off.
Once he was a good enough distance away, he stopped behind a trash can and fished the letter out from his sweaty back.
He watched as the big pink words ‘To Tetsu’ bled and distort with every falling teardrop rolling down his cheeks. The water expanded and smudged the ink lighter and lighter until the words were practically indecipherable. You couldn’t tell it was a love letter anymore. Especially because (Y/n) ripped and trashed it up til it was a pile of pink and white paper shreds.
He tossed the stray flakes of soggy paper into the trash bin, watching as it fluttered and twirled tauntingly down the trash can. He quietly scrubbed at his red hot face, probably soaking his shirt with his salty tears. He rested his hands on the edges of the bin.
“Okay...” (Y/n) stretched up, spitting onto the concrete. “I...wonder...if my favorite ramen place is open...”
Strangely he didn’t feel devastated, or heartbroken at all. He just felt sort of numb. He didn’t feel the need to blast heartbreak music and cry out on his bed for hours on end. In fact, he was glad. Albeit a bit raw, and maybe a bit tired, but glad.
He got closure for the confusing feelings bubbling down his throat ever since he’d met Kuroo Tetsurou. He got his answer, and even if it wasn’t the preferred one, it was something.
The recovery process was easier than most people would think. It only took a couple long days to get him back to his prime condition. It was a given, since (Y/n) had so much other things to be worrying about. Midterms, volleyball practice, his friends. It’s a given that he would move on the things that was no longer on his priority list.
And Kuroo Tetsurou was no exception.
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It was kind of pathetic to see such a high strung man like Kuroo so shaky and nervous. Though, he felt the same way three months ago, spending the whole golden week perfecting a letter he never got to read. What a hypocrite he was.
(Y/n) cleared his throat. “So...what did you wanna say?”
“I-just,” Kuroo swallowed thickly. “Ah-I...give me a second...”
“Okay, take you time, Kuroo~” he stood back up to his full height, and leaned on the rail across from him. It was obvious they weren’t gonna get anywhere. “So...hows ‘Yumi-chan’ doing?”
“Ah. We broke up. She’s gay. She has a girlfriend now.”
“Aw, I’m sorry. Though, good for her for snagging a girlfriend. No offense.” Kuroo mumbled out a ‘none taken.’ (Y/n) continued.
“Was that what you wanted to talk about? Her breaking up with you?”
“No! Actually, I broke up with her first. And it was...it was kinda mutual.” Kuroo sharply inhaled. “But it does have something to do with what I need to tell you.”
How could he be more obvious. (Y/n) forced a smile. It felt mandatory now. “Really? That’s interesting. Do tell.”
‘Please...Please don’t say it.’
“I broke up with her...because I had these...feelings.”
‘Please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to read it. I don’t want to know it.’
“And you know how she’s gay? Well, I think I am too.”
‘No shit Sherlock. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve been fiddling around with your hands like a schoolgirl. Stop it, so we can just be friends like we used to be. Don’t make it awkward. Don’t make me hear it. Please.’
“And...well...”
‘Don’t make me look at your crestfallen face when I say no. It’s too much for even me to handle. I don’t want to see that.’
(Y/n) knitted his eyes shut. A fierce shudder threatened to rattle him and cover Kuroo’s mouth, but he kept still, as difficult as it was. He braced for impact.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
There it was.
(Y/n) pursed his lips and let his smile finally drop. Kuroo looked up from his trained gaze on the ground, only to be met with (Y/n’s) pitiful expression. (Y/n) never saw his face go from hopeful and love struck to devastated and heartbroken so fast.
(Y/n) cleared his throat. He was going to lay him down gently if it was the last thing he did. “...uh.”
He never said it’d be easy, though.
“If it makes you feel better...I did like you once, Tetsurou.” He only used his full first name during important situations, as he switched to using his last name instead of his first a long time ago. A lump grew in Kuroo’s throat.
Kuroo jabbed at his chest exasperatedly. “T-then what’s the problem?! We both-“
“The problem is I don’t love you. Not anymore.” Kuroo fell silent. He was so prepared to do anything it took to win over (Y/n), but after standing in front of him now, it was clear. Watching as he looked down at him with a pitying expression that made his brain go numb. He would get no where if he tried.
“...a-anymore? You liked me before? When!? Why didn’t I know?!” Kuroo grasped fistfuls of his black hair, a cold sweat condensing on his forehead. He was so animatedly desperate it was kind of sad.
“Not too long ago. Though, you kept me waiting since forever. And I thought I could wait forever.” A sorry chuckle emitted from (Y/n’s) lips. “I watched you go though girlfriend after girlfriend, Tetsurou. You even introduced me to Yumimite when I was going to confess to you. How do you think that felt? Even I got tired of waiting.”
“You...you were...” Kuroo had never felt so helpless. (Y/n) shrugged.
“I would give you the love letter I wrote for you that day, but it’s in a trash can somewhere. Ripped to shreds. And I don’t remember the words I wrote. I’m sorry, Tetsurou.” (Y/n) sighed and patted Kuroo on the head.
“You missed your chance...”
Kuroo’s eyes stung, threatening to unleash hell, but he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. No matter what. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up.
“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry aswell.
“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile conotated with pity.
“You did once.”
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Go sit there and stare at the wall in silence as you feel bad for Kuroo getting rejected by you. Go on, stare. Maybe then I’ll consider a part 2 (and if people comment or reblog asking for a part 2, hee hee.)
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I have a head cannon that bakugou would not be sweet to who he liked or dated and instead deny it and hate on them even more.
The reason being because he doesn’t really understand feelings so, when he’s talking badly about you he just assumes it’s normal and a bit funny at the lies he’s spitting that his just continuously friends are eating up.
he’s been talking bad about people for years so , who cares if your his s/o your no acceptation all people are equal in his mind. Now lemme explain please fall in line and hold a buddys hand kids we’re going on a trip inside my brain
It wasn’t easy getting the spiky haired male to ask you out honestly if someone asked you , which they’d never dare since they’d never know per bakugous request him saying it’s not their business , how you two got together you would shrug your shoulders and walk off.
It wasn’t that it was a boring day or a simple question that you supplied the answer for. It was that it was unusual.
You’d been at quirk practice after school in the gym like you’d usually do only this time bakugou made his way over to you.
You’d been seeing him more often when you were in the gym and you weren’t sure why until he explained that he was interested in your workout routine saying you two could have a contest to see who’s was more grueling
It seemed like fun so like any competitive person you agreed. Only for him to tap out on day two your laughs swirling around the gym as he fought so hard to say he only lost because he just didn’t like how the air would hit his ass crack anytime he did your little girly squats you’d wrote down for him.
You couldn’t say you weren’t both confused and happy when he let the air calm down before he spoke “ i’m kind of conflicted “ his eyes coming up to look at yours from the floor “ could you maybe help me“
“ of course what’s up “
“ i’m at a standstill “
“ more like a sit still “ you joked eyes peering down at his straight face “ yeah ok let’s imagine that didn’t happen —continue “
“ uh yeah anyways — i’m at a standstill because honestly I like your shit workout “ he shook his head to the floor “ but I also like you so I find myself thinking if I couldn’t get through your workout even though I enjoyed it so much could I “
his voice rasped shakily “ could I get through a relationship with you even though I like you even more “
truthfully you’d wish you’d said no because right now you wanted nothing more than to just be friends with the male sitting across the room from you.
It’s not that you didn’t like him of course you did he was hot , smart, and felt strongly about his goals but, he was an asshole.
Not in the aspect of hes just mean and rude but he was an all around prick as he laughed with his friends from across the room.
Their voices only getting louder as you sat alone a few seats away from them trying to complete some work on your desk you’d just been given “ dude gotta admit class 1-A’s got some hot chicks “
“ yeah honestly minas top three if we’re being truthful “
“mina dude come on have you seen jirou “
“ don’t even get me started “ denkis voice came out in a soft groan “ god I would— “
“ yeah yeah all that jazz but “ seros voice came out soft. His hand coming up to point at the seat as you sat in with your head down eyes furrowed in anger at the math on your paper that wasn’t syncing up with your brain right now
“ y/n “ his fist tightened as he groaned “ y/n could get it on all accounts — the car “
“ you don’t have a car “ denkis voice came out as sero continued
“ the school bathroom “
“ but which one ? because one of you would have to go in the wrong sex’s unless its a handicap or family stal-“
“the fucking dorms “
“ y/n ? “ kirishima asked quickly “ y/n l/n ? “
“ fuck yeah “
“ hmm “ kirishima studied you before shaking his head “ honestly kinda hot never really paid attention to that stuff before though “
“ what the fuck how can’t you “
“ uh i’m more so a personality guy “
“ so by personality would you fuck em ‘ “
“ not to be vulgar but of course “ his answer taking no time “ y’know how fun they’d be in a relationship though not just with sex ? imagine cuddles—fuck —what about cuddle monster y/n maybe ? god that’d be so hot “
denki getting restless as he held his thoughts in from the other males. His mind spazzing before finally getting to speak “ i’d fuck her too “ he yelled everyone’s eyes going sharp on the boy before he coughed “ id rock it too — we’re talking about getting mullets “
“ oh boys that’d be kinda hot “ you said laughing sarcastically sero turning to you smiling softly “ oh yeah on who in particular “
“ mm totally blondie over there “
“ the fuck ? “ his eyes shot away from denkis and moved to yours anger pouring through his gaze making you jerk back a little in surprise “ the hell you mean i’d look hot “
your eyebrows creased “ well because I — you do you would “
“ don’t go talking out of your ass you hear me—shit people like you don’t deserve to talk to anyone about looks “ your mouth went dry at his lazer stare.
His lips curling up into a smirk before he shook his head “ these assholes are talking about fucking you yknow “ he whispered to you “ you gonna let em ? you gonna let em right? because that’s the only attention you’d ever get right “
“ bakubro hold up chill out “
“ yeah bakubro chill out “ you said your gaze wavering from the hard one you’d had when you felt the heat radiating off of him no comfort coming from him to you only confusing you more. Had you two been in a secret argument that you knew nothing about
“ whatever “ he leaned back in his chair as the class went back to what they were doing your hands gripping the pencil when the class got even louder but you only searching for your boyfriends voice easily drowning out the others
“ i’d never fuck “ your heart broke at the deep voice youd identified
“ dude seriously come on with the lies —fucking beautiful “
“ correctomundo my friend their absolutely stunning “
his laugh ripping through their claims hand jerking back to point at you “ you think their beautiful much less hot ? “
“ yeah you don’t ? “ denki spat all of them looking at the boy like he was crazy for enjoying this obviously racy topic right now much less taking the wrong side of the debate
“ I literally just sat here and said I wouldn’t fuck em’ pokémon —so you can guess what that correlates to “
“ hey dude why’re you being sucha a dick —the personality’s top tier even if your stupid enough to think their not at least hot“ kirishima putting the ending words in quotation marks honestly a bit upset with his friend
“ hey watch it your over here defending an extra like your gonna make moves on em “ he laughed “ I advise otherwise “
you let out a sigh thinking he’d finally stopped acting the way he was. Your mind preparing to only give him the silent treatment for today and then tomorrow peppering him with kisses until he laughed and apologized for his words
Heart only being snatched away from your body when you heard his deep vibrating voice cut through the room “ probably gonna give you a rash from all the shit that’s on their mouth all the time “
it’s just lipgloss.
Lipgloss bakugou bought you packs of earlier this week after he swore he loved the taste and scent.
moving to wipe at it gently with the sleeve of your outfit him still going causing tears to start building up in your eyes “ bet the bitch doesn’t even shower —had em’ over for a project last night had to wash my sheets and blanket —took hours last night “
“ oh “ denki let out “ I was a bit confused when I saw you at the laundry room at 3 in the morning.
Tears blurring your vision as you thought about his earlier words when he’d given you your favorite sweater of his after saying he’d washed it for you because he knew you wouldn’t do it yourself because in his words ‘ you would never wash it without his help because you were a creep and didn’t want to erase his smell or some shit ‘
“ yeah —smelled so bad im telling you stay away you don’t wanna ask em’ out “
you moved to grab your phone as he kept talking you typing out a message as best as you could before hitting send. His hand moving off the desk and going in his pants pocket to pull his phone out keeping it hidden under the table eyes trailing over the screen
Firefighter >3
baby are we arguing
if your mad at me please just tell me don’t just talk shit about me in front of your friends
him locking his phone and placing it on his desk before you typed out one more message him letting out a sigh as he grabbed for it again
firefighter >3
if you keep going we’re over
“ but imagine whoever bags them apart from bakugou at least since we all know he’s all anti hot y/n “
“ they’d be so lucky “
“ yeah right “ he spoke lowly almost trying to hide his voice from you eyes glued to his phone “ wouldn’t dare “
“ wouldnt dare what bakugou “
“ oh wouldnt dare be —-be lucky “ he locked his phone again “ feel bad for the person dating them all the shit they gotta go through put up with , claims they make through message and not with real words, being too much of a pussy to speak up for themselves“
he shook his head softly eyes twitching “ you wouldn’t put up with that —you couldn’t put up with that your not built for it you gotta have tough skin y’know like me “
he licked his lips moving to sit up straighter when hearing his phone vibrate “ don’t uh “
firefighter >3
one more bakugou
one more bakugou katsuki and were over
his eyes darting over to yours before his eyebrows furrowed and body shook in anxiousness he couldn’t figure out what to do.
He was an asshole you knew this so why the fuck were you being such a crybaby now? did he pick the wrong person to date he thought you were strong
He genuinely just wanted to keep these creeps away from what’s his by scaring them off he wasn’t doing anything wrong? well at least in his eyes
He moved to talk again trying his best to string together a nice sentence “ just don’t uh ask —ask em’ out —-their utter dog shit when it comes to relationships leave it to someone who can handle that y’know “
he relaxed into his chair at his victory when he watched you throw your phone to the table and fix your skirt and standup. Him sighing out when you picked up your stuff to leave “ thank all might “ he whispered head shooting to lean back against his desk chair and look up at the sky blood running cold when his phone vibrated against the table
firefighter >3
all your shits gonna be outside my dorm door. So you might want to come collect it before I have half and half lighting campfires tonight
y’know since i’m such a shit person —gotta hope your bestie deku can give me some after school lessons on personalities. He’s so sweet I bet he’ll fix me right up
screw you katsuki see you in hell
“ the —the fuck what did —the hell did I do wrong “ he screamed when he saw you slam the classroom door after flicking him off
his friends eyes moving from the door to bakugous phone that he’d thrown on the table.
Todorokis eyes going wide when he read his stupid nickname given to him by the steamy male “ I —I uh“ he coughed “ I think i’m gonna go help y/n since their now single—don’t want em’ getting hurt with amateur fire starters again when i’m right here “
his stone face peered down at the red faced boy “ I mean that is ok with you bakugou seeing as though you two were most likely in a relationship by the messages before today “
“ you asshole did you go through me and my s/o’s messages “
“ judging by the series of recent text I don’t believe that’s the case for you two anymore “ he reached to grab his backpack saying a formal goodbye before he spoke “ I feel like i’m needed by a very —very perfectly intelligent unshitty person right now “
seros voice coming out softly as he let bakugous phone fall to the table disappointment in his eyes “ look uh —dude you didn’t have to mess your relationship up just to go against us ? “ he winced at the claim“ honestly you could’ve stayed quiet the whole time —it’s not like we agreed with you anyways “
bakugou leaned back in his chair anger swirling in his stomach as he felt his body sweat at the new heat spreading throughout his whole body.
How the hell did he mess up where the hell did he mess up he explained to you he wasn’t gonna treat you any differently than any other extra here and that went for basic conversations too
Maybe he went a bit far with the dont date em ‘ that was probably it you didn’t like how he said don’t date you because he was the only one who could handle you right ?
He shook his head a bit confused you just wanted him to say that you could handle yourself and didn’t need him right ?
So , why the hell did he feel like he’d done something wrong he wasn’t stupid but he just wasn’t well versed in feelings. He already didn’t know how to handle his own so how was he expected to handle another persons.
To him his words were normal he talked about all people like this hell, he bullied deku for 3 years going as far as to make a special nickname for him
that wasn’t even the worse he could’ve done and you knew that so why was he in trouble and worrying about Icy hot taking his place
He was honestly confused?
Could words really be that hurtful?
could his words really be that hurtful ?
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Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader
Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader
wordcount: 3,087
genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))
summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you
first of all
kuroo pissed you off to no end
absolutely pissed you off
the first time you met him was when you were a first year
your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma
the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee
gosh
curse your tiny bladder
when you went out everyone was already on the bus
sigh
you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know
because FOR SURE
your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei
the moment you hopped on the bus
everyone suddenly became quiet
0.0
everyone was jus like
uh
who’s this cutie
is she lost
she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here
huh
and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point
“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”
cue tanaka landing on the floor
“nOYA-SAN WHY”
and you’re just like
lmao what
and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension
sigh
i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh
you look at your brother pleading for help
but he just ignores you and talks to sensei
sIGH
your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive
gosh
it’s okay
it be like that
f in the chat for y/n
oKAY enough self pitying
you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy
“hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”
“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”
cue noya looking like a literal tomato
“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”
“iM in sEcond yEar”
gosh noya’s so proud
“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”
GAHSJDJSHS
you called him senpai
without him asking you to
GOSH
could you be any more perfect
“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”
“those aren’t words...”
“...”
“...”
and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled
...
...
*gagging*
“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”
what
what was going on
you turned your head
and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted
and suddenly
chaos ensued
everyone was screaming because of the stench
you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up
but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma
gosh
today was gonna be crazy
finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced
but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team
especially the third year cuties
and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((
you guys finally get out of the bus and you see
a god
with crazy looking hair
“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”
and daichi’s bout to lose it
“kuroo-san nice to see you again”
and you can definitely feel the tension in the air
was it just you or is it hot in here
kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow
he’s beautiful
“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”
“no no she’s our couch’s sister”
“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”
and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED
“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”
his hand is so warm n rough oh god
you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-
NO
nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs
bad
bad y/n
you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand
and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying
‘are you ever gonna let go or?’
and it really made you wanna hit him
really badly
you wanted to punch his mouth
with your mouth
GAHSJDGA
stOp
okay anyways
you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard
“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”
at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead
but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya
you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“
“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”
and wow
wow
a goddess
now you see what tanaka and noya see
she’s beautiful
maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....
...
...
ANYWAYS
tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself
but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear
and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her
i mean
who isn’t
lesbi honest
everyone’s a simp for kiyoko
moving on
finally they’ve started to play a match
and you’re very impressed
especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing
and hinata’s jumps were crazy
obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter
and you weren’t that bad
considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima
who was a very close senpai to you
so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother
rip keishin
back to the game
everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head
but nekomas not too bad either
they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but
your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court
you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking
every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction
and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you
sadly
the game finished rather quickly
at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help
you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them
which was in two weeks
:)
you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you
you turn around and guess who it is
kuroo frocking tetsurou
what a surprise
“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”
wha
did this man just call you PEACHES
peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?
i think NOT sir
“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”
“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”
ohhh
okay
that’s fine
“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”
wHAT
wHATSGFSZHSJ
rip y/n’s remaining brain cells
“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”
and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you
and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP
but instead of a kiss
he just laughs at you
this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out
“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”
and you’re just so caught off guard
that you can’t even manage a verbal response
like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net
what the hell just happened
did you just score yourself a date
yes
yes you did
you go girl
sadly
it’s time for you and your babies to go
and kuroo being the good person he is
walks you guys out
but before you can get on the bus
kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear
“text me sometime peaches”
and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket
then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded
did he just touch your bum
could he not just hand it to you
not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-
nO
BAD
BAD
BAD
gosh you have it bad for this boy
the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not
i mean
you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet
so you go into you back pocket and open the paper
‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’
WHY IS HE SO CUTE
you get up and start looking for your phone
and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say
but you finally settled with
hi :)
hopefully that was normal enough
and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply
hey cutie :) did you get home safe
wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE
and your conversation goes from there
you guys literally talk about everything
from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs
(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)
by the time you were back in tokyo
you and kuroo were basically best friends
you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day
you stepped out of the bus and low and behold
it was kuroo waiting for you
“tETSUU”
you run to him and jump in his arms
and he catches you and swings you around a few times
everyone was just like
o.o
‘when did they get so close’
and your older brothers just like
>:(
this is n o t good shaggy
and kuroo introduces you to everyone
especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma
and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions
and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater
and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’
and he’s just like
“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”
“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”
“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”
and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off
while kenma’s playing with his psp
pspspspspsppss
“bokuto-san you’re so cool”
“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”
at that point you and kuroo have already walked away
and he brings you to your room
and helps you settle down your things
gosh he’s such a gentleman
y/n was ready to risk it all for this man
“peaches you okay?”
“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”
“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks
“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”
“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”
and you’re jus like lol no i don’t
and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy
at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides
and in your head
you’re just like
‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’
and suddenly
kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH
TICKLES
“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”
“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”
“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”
“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”
“gO TO HELLSKDIS”
“come on pretty, say it for me”
you’re blushing sO HARD
“n-nya”
and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it
“tetsu? u ok?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“tetsu”
“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”
“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”
“you.”
GAHSJDJSHSGS
he was going to be the death of you
you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym
and you guys wanted to play a match so
why not
it was you, kuroo, and tsukki
versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi
it was a very intense but fun game
akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot
which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima
but luckily you were there to pick it up
and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you
the whole gym was silent
wha
how did-
hUH
“peach what”
“what tetsu”
“since when were you so good at volleyball”
“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”
and hinata’s just yelling
“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”
after you got exposed
it was only you and tetsu left in the gym
after everything was cleaned up
kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym
“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“
“shut up for one second”
o.o
ogey then
“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”
what
...
did he just
yes he did
“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”
and at that moment tetsu just
“HELL YEAHHH”
and he’s getting close to you again
to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall
he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face
“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”
“yeah”
you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips
gosh
this was it
your were gonna kiss tetsu
your crush
until
...
...
...
...
“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”
and kuroos just like
wHAT THE FUCK
it’s your brother
keishin
“nII-SAN WHY”
“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”
and you sadly look up at tetsu
and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go
until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth
you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back
you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him
kuroos hands weren’t staying still either
his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him
his hands end up on your bum
and then
he squeezes
“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”
oops
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