i hope you win many things that day not just today as the rest of your days be perfect

ankitsukai  asked:

SaruMi + ring, christmas/holiday, music, photograph, sunset, comfort, daydream, flower crown, letters, chains, soulmates, realization, glasses, falling, secrets (Sorry for so many, I just really love your writing)

Sarumi + Ring

“Hey Misaki,” Fushimi whispered as he slipped into the hospital room, eyes fixated on the still form on the bed, searching for some sign of change and feeling the familiar, bone-deep pain that came with the realisation that nothing had changed. “Misaki…”

    Quietly he followed the familiar path to the uncomfortable chair next to the bed, sinking into it with a groan before reaching out for the vanguard’s hand, hating how still and small it felt in his but still twining their fingers together. For a long moment he just sat there staring at their linked hands, before reaching into his pocket for the ring he had been carrying for weeks, hesitating as he stared at it…this was not how he had imagined this going, he had been waiting for the perfect moment, wanting to see Misaki’s eyes sparkling and to see his blush…but he needed to give the vanguard a reason to come back to him, a reason to live, and he took a deep breath before slipping it onto Misaki’s finger. “You have to come back to me…I want to hear your answer, I want to marry you…”

Sarumi + Christmas

   Fushimi came to a halt as he realised that there was something, or rather someone blocking the door to his apartment, eyes narrowing as took in the sleeping vanguard. Part of him was tempted to just turn around and go back to work, or to see if he could sneak in without disturbing Yata because he really wasn’t in the mood for an argument, but as he watched a shiver work its way through the smaller teen. Sighing he moved up the steps and crouched down in front of Yata, reaching out hesitantly to shake the vanguard awake, fixing a scowl on his face when the other teen stirred with a sleepy mumble.

“What are you doing here Misaki?” He asked, tone sharp as soon as he caught sleepy hazel eyes, and for a moment irritation washed over the vanguard’s face, but then he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the startled blue. “Misaki, what the…?”

“Merry Christmas!”

Sarumi + Holiday

“Saru…” Misaki grumbled as warm arms tightened around him once more, pulling him flush against his partner, and he twisted so that he could peer up at Fushimi who was smirking at him…his breathing sped up at that expression, and he swallowed nervously. “I thought we were going to go out today…?”

“It’s my holiday,” Fushimi pointed out, leaning in to kiss the vanguard and playfully biting at the end of Misaki’s nose, chuckling when the vanguard yelped and turned bright red. “I think I’d much rather spend it right here…after all it’s been too long since I got to have you all to myself.” If Misaki hadn’t been blushing before, he certainly was now as he buried his face against the taller man, muttering insults under his breath but not protesting when he was pulled closer, and tilting his head to the side when Fushimi began to press butterfly kisses to the side of his neck.

Sarumi + Music

   It had always surprised Fushimi that Misaki was still using the headphones he’d brought him, although some part of him had clung to the sight of them hanging around the vanguard’s neck…hoping that maybe just maybe, it meant that Misaki wasn’t trying to get rid of him completely. However, he was stunned to see the look of utter devastation on Misaki’s face the day the headphones broke, shattered when the vanguard had been sent tumbling off his skateboard during a skirmish with the Blues. Normally the rest of HOMRA had to tear the vanguard away, but today he had just stopped in the middle of the fight…mouth moving soundlessly as he stared at the broken headphones, before slowly lifting his head and staring at Fushimi for a moment, letting the younger teen catch a brief glimpse of tears in the hazel eyes before Misaki was gone, practically fleeing the fight.

   It was that image, the sight of Misaki so close to tears that found Fushimi leaving work early that night and heading to the store, debating with himself the whole way…it wasn’t like new headphones would fix anything, and these wouldn’t have the emotional value the others did so the vanguard might just toss them in the bin. It didn’t stop him buying a pair, or from leaving them on the vanguard’s door later that night when he was sure he was home…and it didn’t stop him from smiling to himself when he saw them around Misaki’s neck the next time they met, even if it was hidden beneath a scowl and a familiar insult.

Sarumi + Photography

    Fushimi had always scoffed at his partner’s obsession with documenting every part of their life, unable to see why they would need photos of them doing boring things like shopping or tidying the house…and they’d had more than one argument about it. Yet right now he was glad that Misaki had never given up, that his stubborn crow had taken snapshots of every aspect of their life, filling their hard-drive and numerous albums with the story of their relationship…because it was all he had left. He had long since run out of tears when he holed up on their bed, still mussed from where Misaki had forgotten to make it the day he had…the day he had…pain lanced through his chest, the grief deepening and his hands trembled as he reached for the albums he had been combing through endlessly over the last few days. There were so many moments, tiny things that he had forgotten…the way they had both ended up covered in cake batter the day Misaki tried to teach him to bake, Misaki catching him trying to feel all the Christmas presents…too many moments, and something shifted in his chest as he let his fingers ghost over Misaki’s face, tracing the familiar grin before a tear landed on the photo, blurring the image as a sob shook him. Misaki…

Sarumi + Sunset

“Come on,” Misaki urged, yanking on Fushimi’s hand and the younger teen reluctantly let him guide him along, trying to tell himself that it was easier just to agree…and not that he couldn’t resist those sparkling hazel eyes, or the bright smile as Misaki guided him out onto the rooftop. Fushimi growled under his breath, was this really what the idiot wanted to show him? Dragging him out a perfect winning streak at the arcade to go climbing on roof tops?”


“Look,” Misaki cut him off, seemingly unaware of his irritation as he gestured at something behind Fushimi and the Blue slowly turned…and his breath caught as he realised what the smaller teen was pointing at. The city was bathed in beautiful reds and oranges as the sun slowly began to sink beneath the horizon, and his irritation faded, because right now the world was bathed in Misaki’s colours and when he turned to look at the vanguard, it was too see the sunlight reflected in the bright eyes and he couldn’t help but reach out to twine their fingers together.

Sarumi + Comfort

    Yata sighed as Fushimi began to stir again, restlessly moving his head from side to side once more, hands clenching and unclenching in the duvet as his expression twisted into one of distress. Even before his fingers brushed the other’s forehead he knew that the fever had risen again and he growled under his breath, his boyfriend had made him promise not to take him to the hospital, but if it got any higher he wasn’t going to have a choice. For now, he would do what he could, reaching out to retrieve the cloth that had been soaking in a bowl of cool water, wringing it out and gently beginning to run it over feverish skin, washing away sweat and soothing the overheated skin.

“Come on Saru…” He murmured softy, jolting when weak fingers caught his wrist and managing a weak smile when he finally caught a glimpse of dark eyes. “Hey there…”

“Hey…” Fushimi’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes already drifting shut even as he leant into the cooling touch of the cloth, and his breathing evened out a moment later as he settled and Misaki sighed, smiling slightly as he reached in to press a small kiss to warm skin.

Sarumi + Daydream

“Damn it Misaki!” Fushimi cursed as he rushed across to where the vanguard was slowly sitting up, blinking in surprise at finding himself on the ground and then hissing as he moved, drawing the younger teen’s attention to the nasty grazes on Misaki’s knees. “What were you doing?”

“I was thinking…”

“Daydreaming you mean,” Fushimi retorted, the older teen had been distracted all morning and refusing to tell him what was bothering him…it was why he had suggested they go to the skate park, aware that skateboarding helped to settle Misaki when he was worrying about something. But now he was regretting the suggestion as he took in the blood on the pale skin, the pain in the hazel eyes that met his gaze for a moment before looking away again and he sighed. “Come on…let’s get you up so I can take a look at your legs.”

Sarumi + Flower Crown

   Fushimi blinked when something landed on his head, reaching up to brush it away, only to freeze when Yata grabbed his hands to stop him….and didn’t let go…

“What are you doing? And what have you put on my head?! The vanguard sighed at the suspicion in his voice, squeezing his fingers before letting go, allowing Fushimi to reach up and search his head…blinking at the feel of flowers beneath his searching fingers, gently lifting whatever it was and staring at it when it came into sight. “A flower crown? How old you Mi-sa-ki?” He teased, but when Yata went to snatch it back he held on, hastily dropping it back on his head before catching the vanguard’s hands in his own. “Leave it…”

“How old are you?” Yata retorted, but he didn’t make any attempt to pull away, instead twining their fingers together before leaning in to steal a kiss. “It suits you…”

Sarumi + Letters

   Fushimi cursed under his breath as he sent a box flying in his search for his PDA, immediately bending to retrieve it as he realised it was the small wooden chest that Misaki had always asked him to leave a lone, wincing as he took in the broken hinge. Damn… Gingerly he lifted it, wondering if he could fix it before the vanguard returned, but then it swung open and he froze, staring in confusion at the dozen envelopes hidden inside…all of them addressed to him in Misaki’s scrawl. Curiosity warred with caution, and in the end, it won out and he sank down on the bed, setting the chest aside before pulling out the top envelope, relieved to find that it wasn’t sealed and carefully opening it and pulling out the single sheet of paper from within. Misaki’s handwriting really was appalling, but he had become adept at deciphering it over the years and he scanned the letter, feeling an unpleasant weight settling in his stomach as he realised it had been written during their estrangement…Misaki had been reaching out to him, pleading with him to come back or for them to at least be friends, but he had never sent it…

“Saru where are…?” Misaki’s voice cut off abruptly, and Fushimi glanced up to find the vanguard stood in the doorway staring at him with wide eyes, colour draining from his face even as red rushed into his cheeks.

Sarumi + Chains

   Yata groaned under his breath as he came too, head pounding and the sharp pain that accompanied each breath telling him that the blurry memory of a knife catching his side wasn’t his imagination and for a moment he tried to sink back into unconsciousness, at least it didn’t hurt there. However, as he moved slightly there was a strange rattling sound and a feeling of his stomach flip-flopping, and a sudden uneasiness had his eyes creeping open…wishing he hadn’t as he took in the unfamiliar room, and the fact that he was suspended off the ground, feet barely touching and he shifted again, whimpering as it tugged on his injuries.

“You’re awake.” The voice startled him, and he blinked, clearly his blurry vision just enough to focus on the strain that he had been fighting earlier. “I thought I might have killed you.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” his voice was weaker than he liked, and he growled under his breath when the man smirked at him…he reminded him painfully of Fushimi, and Misaki felt a jolt at that thought before he shook his head…no, Fushimi was many things, but he had never truly tried to kill him and right now Misaki would give anything to see the Blue, even if it meant owing him for saving him. Saru…now would be a really good time to show up…

Sarumi + Soulmates

    Fushimi wondered just what had possessed the higher powers to give him a soulmate like this…to be honest a small part of him had always hoped that he wouldn’t find his, it seemed like more trouble than it was worth…it was more trouble than it was worth, he corrected as he glanced at the man currently sleeping in his lap. Rather than introducing himself like a normal person, the smaller man had literally thrown himself into Fushimi’s life…charging into a fight to protect him, and getting himself hurt in the process, managing to blurt out his name before passing out and leaving the startled Fushimi to deal with the strain and his own personal complication. Part of him had been tempted to call for an ambulance and let others deal with the idiot, but something had stopped him…which was why he had ended up back at his flat, with a stranger in his lap, blood staining both them and his sofa and a strange warmth flooding through him as he studied the pale face.

“Why is it someone like you…?” He whispered, hesitantly reaching out and ghosting his fingers over the others face, wondering what was going to happen when he woke up…would he be happy? Annoyed? Scared? Why…why are we meant for each other?

Sarumi + Realisation

  It felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think…unable to do anything but watch as the Blue King disappeared into the distance, leaving nothing but his voice and the words that had just shredded the image he had of the older man…of Fushimi. The dull ache in his chest that had been constant companion from the moment the younger teen had left HOMRA, burning their friendship along with his tattoo, flared to life…a sharp pain that had Yata clawing at his chest, eyes burning as realisation washed over him. He had actually believed that Fushimi could have betrayed the Blues and he’d been wrong…how many other things had he been wrong about? How much of the situation between them was his fault?  He closed his eyes, every interaction they’d shared since Fushimi had left HOMRA flashed through his mind, Saru…. why didn’t you tell me?

Sarumi + Glasses

   Yata’s heart was hammering in his chest as he hauled Fushimi to safety, forcing the other teen down as the trap that the Blue had triggered went off, covering him as rubble and flames roared through the air above them…fairly sure he could smell his hair burning. He could feel the Blue squirming, protesting and he pressed him down, not trusting that there wasn’t another trap ready to go off…and not wanting Fushimi wondering around blindly again and setting something else off.

“You really need to get contacts…” He growled when he finally deemed it safe to move, rolling over and blinking as he realised the warehouse was now minus a roof. “What happened to your glasses?” He had seen them on the blue’s face barely five minutes before, and yet in those five minutes he had manged to lose them and blunder into a tripwire.

“No idea…and thanks…”

Sarumi + Falling

   The blade had left Fushimi’s fingers, a perfect throw as always, but he knew that it wouldn’t be enough…it never was, and that was why they could fight like this, without hesitation because they knew that the other could handle it.  That was why it took a moment for him to realise that Misaki hadn’t moved in time…a moment too long…and another blade fell from suddenly nerveless fingers as he took a cautious step forward, eyes widening as he watched the vanguard lifting shaky fingers to the knife in his chest, hazel eyes slowly rising to meet his gaze.


   A shaky laugh escaped the vanguard, the sound so out of place in the situation that Fushimi physically flinched…hand trembling as he reached for the smaller teen, but it was too late, crimson staining the front of the cream top and then Misaki was falling and terror jolted him forward with a frantic shout.


Sarumi + Secrets

“Saru…” Yata’s voice trembled as he stepped into the room, eyes darting nervously around as he took in the hospital room, the silent machines that should’ve been keeping his boyfriend alive. His breath caught, and it took every ounce of strength he had to move forward on shaky legs, wishing that the others had come with him…whilst also relieved that there was no one there to see him as a sob shivered through him as he reached out to grasp Fushimi’s fingers, twining their fingers together and trying not to focus on the chilling flesh. “You promised me that there weren’t going to be any more secrets…Saru, you promised…so…” Why?! Why did this happen? Why didn’t I know where you were or what you were doing?

Keeping Cool ~ Stiles Stilinski

Request:  A Stiles imagine where you have a pool day with him. You play games, kiss a lot, and other things.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Sort of steamy make out session, swearing

Word Count: 1,888

Author’s Note: The anon who requested this wanted it somewhat sexy, and this is my first time writing sexy, so I don’t know how well I did. I’m awkward and like the opposite of sexy, so just bear with me. 

“Wake up, Y/N.” Stiles says, placing soft kisses on your nose. You groan and keep your eyes closed. “You may be cute, but that’s not gonna work.” Stiles announces, ripping the covers off of your sweat covered body. 

“It’s too hot to live, I’m dead, let me sleep.” You plead, not yet opening your eyes. “Well I’d hope not, I’ve got plans for you.” Stiles says. 

This gains your interest, so you open one eye. “What plans?” You ask. “I see that I’ve gotten your attention. You’ll know what plan if you get out of bed.” Stiles answers. 

You reluctantly open both eyes and start your day. 

Today was not like any other day. Today was normal. There was no supernatural coming after you, nothing trying to kill you, just boredom plaguing you and the rest of the McCall pack today. 

Graduation had happened the week before, and summer was in full swing. You were all desperate for something to do, but glad that you didn’t have any life or death obligations. 

“Care to tell me what these mysterious plans are?” You ask. hoping to get an immediate answer. “Nope.” Stiles replies, handing you your coffee. 

“Why am I dating you again?” You playfully question, narrowing your eyes. “I might be wrong, but because you love me?” Stiles suggests. “I don’t know, maybe it’s your pretty eyes.” You say.

“Yeah, that must be it.” Stiles agrees, placing his hands on your waist. He pulls you flush against his body, until your lips are centimeters apart. Your noses touch slightly.

“If this is the plan, I like where it’s going.” You whisper, pressing your lips to his. They move together feverishly, while your hands find their way into his hair. 

His tongue slides at your bottom lip asking for entrance, but you decide to make him work for it. You swear if your eyes were open, you could see him glare at you. 

Stiles’ hands moves down from your waist to your ass, lifting you onto the counter, but not before he could get a good squeeze in. This amuses you. so you grant him entrance.

Stiles smile into the kiss and quickly picks up the pace. You break the kiss and  then move your lips down his jaw. You keep going to his throat, sucking slightly, which in turn makes him let out a groan. 

Stiles reluctantly pulls away. “As good as your plan is, we actually have somewhere to be at a specific time.” Stiles says, breathlessly. 

“And this place would be?” You ask. “Lydia’s.” Stiles answers, finally. 

“Now was that so hard?” You question. “No, but the make out session definitely made me more inclined to answer.” Stiles says. 

“You’re pathetic.” You say. “You know, you’re not the first person to say that to me. So, you’re attack is not effective.” Stiles replies. 

“What are we even doing at Lydia’s that worth leaving your barely air conditioned house? I’m already sweating my ass off.” You state. “And what a fine ass that is.” Stiles comments, and you roll your eyes. 

“Okay, okay, I’m done with the sexual comments, for now. She’s breaking in her pool, and for once, we’re invited.” Stiles says. “What are you talking about? I was always invited, Mr. Nobody.” You tease. 

“You’re evil, and you and I as a we have never been invited anywhere, so my logic still stands.” Stiles argues. “And Lydia is our best friend, so inviting us is an obligation, and it’s probably a pack thing.” You reply. 

“There is no winning with you. Just get your stuff and meet me in the Jeep.” Stiles says. “There is winning with me, it’s just that I’m the one who does the winning.” You state. 

You pull up to Lydia’s house, and see that Scott’s motorcycle is already there. You ring the doorbell and Lydia answers, already in her bikini. It’s turquoise and she looks perfect in it. 

“Damn Lyds, you look hot.” You comment. “Should I be concerned about you stealing my girlfriend?” Stiles asks, with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Oh please, as if you wouldn’t get excited with a little girl on girl action. And you’ll look just as great in the one I got you.” Lydia states. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” You say. 

“Sweetheart, I wanted to, so let me share the wealth, and at least try it on.” Lydia says. “Alright fine.” You sigh, turning to Stiles, “If I’m not back in ten minutes, send help.” 

“Will do.” Stiles replies, giving you a thumbs up. He then goes out the sliding door, into Lydia’s backyard. 

Lydia then pulls you into her room. A black swimsuit is pulled out of one of the many bags in her room, and handed to you. “How do you even know what size I am?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“I just do.” Lydia says. You still look at her questioningly. “Just try the damn thing on.” 

You change into it, and you have to admit, Lydia knows her stuff. It fits perfectly and shows off your body in all the right ways. If you didn’t have confidence before, you definitely had it now. 

You and Lydia make your way into the backyard. Scott, Stiles, and Malia are already changed and waiting for you. 

Stiles was in some heated conversion with Malia about how deer was not a viable option for grilling today, so he hadn’t noticed you had come down. 

“I don’t get it. Deer is meat, you like meat, what do you have against it?” Malia asks, more curiously than aggressively. 

“I think this might just be another argument you don’t have enough valid points to win.” You say, successfully turning Stiles into a mess of flailing limbs. 

“When the hell did you get there? Do you take pride in making my life- oh damn, y-you look nice.” Stiles says, eyes not so subtly scanning your body. 

“Seeing you shirtless isn’t the worst part of my day. While you’re at it though, got anything to say about my eyes? Which are up here.” You tease, pointing to your face. “They help you see.” Stiles replies, with a smug grin. 

“I hate to interrupt whatever the hell this is, but I’m not waiting forever. I’m getting in the pool.” Malia announces, jumping into the water. 

You shrug and then follow her example. Pretty soon, the pool is filled with the entire McCall pack. 

At this point, everyone is mostly lounging around in the water. Taking this time as the relaxation that has been much needed. It was all fine until Stiles demands, “Let’s do something.” 

“We are doing something.” Lydia argues, from her floating position in the pool. 

“Well then, let me rephrase. Let’s do something fun.” Stiles says. “Like what?” You ask. “I don’t know, something. Someone has to know pool games.” Stiles answers. 

“Pool games? What are we, seven?” Lydia asks. “Some of us are.” Scott says, looking directly at Stiles. 

“I don’t take offense to being young at heart.” Stiles replies, with his hand on his heart. “I like the idea. I never really got to do any of this kind of stuff when I was a kid.” Malia says. 

“Okay, fine. We could play chicken.” Scott suggests. 

“There would have to be rules. Us puny humans an be easily overpowers by you were-folk. We need to make it fair, so there needs to be a were-something on the bottom, and a human on the top.” You state. 

“That sounds about fair.” Scott agrees. Everyone thought that if would be you and Lydia on the top for the first round, but Lydia said that she wasn’t one for being hoisted onto someone’s shoulders. 

So the teams ended up being, you and Malia, and Scott and Stiles. “You’re going down, Stilinski.” You tease. “In your dreams, Y/L/N.” Stiles responds. 

 Malia moves you forward, and Scott moves Stiles. Your hands push at his shoulders, but Stiles seemed anchored to Scott. “Is that all you got? I’m supposed to be the puny human remember, Y/N?” Stiles teases. 

“Oh it’s on now.” You reply. You get in closer and try to push with all of your might. Stiles takes your close proximity as an opportunity to grabs your sides and start tickling you. 

This makes you loosen your grip on Malia just enough for Stiles to push you in the water. 

“You dick! That can’t be legal.” You say, once you get your head out of the water. You hadn’t put your head underwater until now, for the purpose of not getting your hair wet. Now your hair is wet and acting as a curtain around your face, so you can’t see anything. 

“There isn’t a rule against it, or that really mentions it at all. So, I won.” Stiles says, as you move your hair out of your face. 

“I think you mean we won.” Scott interjects. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Stiles replies, motioning his hands towards Scott. You roll your eyes at how much Stiles is beaming. 

“Since you made me soaking wet,” You begin, slowly approaching Stiles. “I do that all the time, and you don’t seem to complain.” Stiles interrupts, with a proud smirk on his face. You could hear Lydia snort at his comment. 

“As I was saying, I think it’s only fair that I get an eye for an eye, you smug little bastard.” You say, jumping on Stiles and dunking him underwater. When Stiles comes up, he has a look of surprise on his face. 

“I was gonna just splash you at first, but then you had to go and be a smart ass. You put this on yourself.” You state. Malia then insists that her and Scott have a breath holding contest, and then Lydia has to be the timer. 

Stiles backs you to the edge of the pool, effectively caging you between his arms. “Still sweating your ass off?” Stiles asks, his lips brushing yours. 

“No, completely cooled off. I might even need some help getting warmed up.” You answer, latching your lips onto his. His hands go into your mop of hair as he deepens the kiss. Then you wrap your legs around his waist. 

Coughing gets your attention. “Uh guys, we’re still here.” Scott says, making you remember where you are. You remove yourself completely from Stiles, and you both have a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“I think this is as good of a time as any to get the grilling started.” Lydia suggests, getting out of the pool. “’Yeah, I could eat.” Malia agrees, following Lydia. 

Everyone files out of the pool and is wrapped thoroughly in towels. Stiles leans over right next to your ear. “We’ll finish this later.” Stiles whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You try to suppress the flush that will immediately go to your face at those thoughts. They begin to plague your mind. “Y/N!” Lydia yells, shaking you out of your thoughts. 

“What?” You ask, beginning to focus on the real world again. “I asked if you wanted to help me get the plates.” Lydia answers. 

“Oh sorry, sure I will.” You reply. “Something bothering you?” Scott asks, genuinely concerned. 

“I think that she probably just has a lot on her mind.” Stiles suggests, with a wink. 

Seasonal Cycle

Pairing: NicoMaki
Words: 2000+


She shined brighter than the rays of the summer sun; she was joy, warmth, and light. Most importantly, she was your joy, your warmth, and your light. She was the illumination on your dark summer nights. Just like the sun, her presence was powerful, fierce, and filled with passion.

You admired her. You respected her. You adored her. But you would never tell her this because unlike her, you’re cautious and always guarded. Opening up is a whole other thing for you and no matter how much you want to say what you’re truly feeling, it’s almost impossible.

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Halloween Dress-Up

When Marinette’s school decides to have a costume contest, she and Alya dress up as Ladybug and Chat Noir. Little do they know how much they’re amusing a certain black cat.

(AO3) (FF.net)

Look, Marinette! Costume contest!“ Alya pointed to the sign that had appeared on the classroom door. "It’s on Halloween!”

“That’s an entire month out,” Marinette commented as she peered over Alya’s shoulder. “They must have anticipated that some of us would be making our own costumes.” She glanced in Alya’s direction. “And costumes for our friends as well.”

“We could go as Ladybug and Chat Noir!” Alya suggested, clapping her hands together with an expression of glee. “You’d make such an adorable Ladybug, Marinette!”

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anonymous asked:

I saw the request about a scenario where Akashi+Kise+Kuroko's clueless s/o BestFriend, so I was wondering if you can do the rest of the GoM (Midorima, Aomine, Murasakibara)+ Hanamiya+Imayoshi+Takao+Kasamatsu. Sorry if too much, it's just to adorable!

Midorima: He didn’t know what he was expecting, really- but he did expect you to be smarter. More perceptive and less com-fucking-pletely oblivious to what’s right there in front of you. Midorima thought you would understand.

He was wrong in many ways. No matter how or when he confessed, you would either A) laugh it off, B) tell him to stop joking, or C) “confess” back (he learned that you were joking about it the hard way, unfortunately).

“_______. I’m being serious now,” he says, looking you in the eye. You roll your eyes, placing your hand on your hip. “Jeez, Mido-kun, this is like the fifteenth time today! Is this another confession?”

He nods, and you sigh exasperatedly. “I don’t get it! I don’t! Why are you so oblivious? I mean it, I meant everything I said-”

You stop him right there by grabbing his phone out of his pocket and showing him the date. He stands there in shock as you walk away, this time wondering why he could have been so blind.

April 1st.

Aomine: did it here~

Murasakibara: He honestly doesn’t know how you haven’t caught on yet. Everyone around him noticed; they whispered and giggled and nudged at you, but you still didn’t understand.

It was time for plan H. He had already gone through A, B, C, D, E, F, and G- and all he managed was to make a personal note to himself: you don’t like lizards.

Plan H was going to be the final, most obvious attempt at getting you to realize that he has feelings for you. Murasakibara didn’t want to plan past that; he had enough trouble planning after his first attempt so he didn’t even want to try. There’s a certain level of effort he puts into things, and this is probably his limit.

He shared his food with you.

Heads turned, food and utensils dropped, and the world went still.

“Aw, thanks, Mu-kun!” You accept the food as if nothing odd happened, or that even some of the professors have their eyebrows raised (they know all too well what Murasakibara does to people who steal his food).

That’s it. He gives up…

For now.

Hanamiya: He had no idea that you could be so oblivious to his flirting. “Hey, _______, I really like you.” Laughter from you, and a casual shrug. Frustration. Repeat.

He would’ve taken it personally if it didn’t sound like you were joking about it. So, he spent the entire day without so much as a word to his friends, instead walking around glued to your side, trying to get you to change your mind about him. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how long it takes him or what kind of lengths he needs to go to.

He tries everything. Flirting, flowers, candy (at least whatever was leftover after he went through it), compliments… he even asked your friends for tips, but they were too intimidated/amused to give him a straight answer.

When he finally asks you why you won’t listen to him and if you’re only playing hard to get, Hanamiya freezes at these next words, shoulders slumping. Damn it.

“Sorry, Hanamiya-kun, but I can’t take you seriously! You’re always flirting with so many girls.“

Imayoshi: did him here~

Takao: While he’s usually easygoing and ‘plays cool’ naturally, he can’t help but stress out over how oblivious you are to his advances. What kind of person wouldn’t understand? Normally girls would jump at the chance to go out with him (not that he’s bragging).

To put it simply, he thought you would catch on way easier. Now he’s literally spelling it out.

Takao’s writing you a long, long note on how he wasn’t joking when he confessed and how he hopes you’ll take it seriously this time. How much writing does it take to make you understand? The world may never know.

When he’s done, he goes out in the hallway to track you down. He can’t find you, so he goes up to your locker and slides the note in. Takao didn’t write his name on it; you’ve read his writing long enough to know who it is.

Near the end of school, he notices a cluster of girls in the corner of the courtyard, laughing and giggling with something in the center of their attention. He gets close enough to look at it- and- and-

It’s the note that was intended for you.

He put it in the wrong locker. Red in the face, Takao takes off running before those girls could connect the dots. 

He can already imagine the headstone to his grave: RIP in pieces, you dumbass.

Kasamatsu: It really should have been obvious. The flowers, the hug, the expression on his face as he waited for your answer. Every girl should’ve known that it wasn’t a joke.

Ahahaha! Kasa-kun, if you’re practicing on me, at least say so. I thought you were serious there for a second.” He feels his positivity drop through the floor like a weight. “If you want my opinion, I think you should be less show-y and more feel-y, ya know? Good luck next time! I gotta run to class.”

He stands there for a solid five minutes, and people started to stare and whisper behind his back.

When he recovered, though, he had sort of regained the courage to clarify things with you again. As determined as he is, he’s never felt more inclined to faint in this moment.

He finally gets you alone again, and this time he confesses to you with such sincerity he relaxes at the end, knowing that only an idiot would still think he wasn’t being serious.

You smile at him. “There you go, that’s a perfect confession!” You grab his shoulders after spotting a familiar face, shoving him towards them. “Now go win Kise’s heart!”

Thankfully, you were relatively alone, but un-thankfully, Kise heard.

He wouldn’t leave Kasamatsu alone about it for the rest of the day.

regal-believerxrizzlexaddict  asked:

Hi I'm looking for the sneakpeek of WHIV where Robin tells her he checked them out of the hotel and now staying at the Four Seasons for the rest of the wedding weekend. Would you be able to link or just link the pictures of it on Twitter? Thank you!

Y’know, I think I only did that one on twitter. But I’m happy to post it here for ya:

“Come with me.”

She appears out of nowhere – he’d lost sight of her for a few moments there, figured she must have escaped to the bathroom while he wasn’t looking, but she’s back now, only slightly unsteady despite the many glasses of champagne he’s handed her since the reception began. She’s weaving her fingers with his, leaning a little heavily against his grip. Definitely a bit drunk, but not yet sloppy.

“Come with you where?” he asks, winding his arm around her waist instead.

“To our room,” she says, a little light of mischief in her eyes as she walks him toward the doors of the reception hall. “These heels are killing me, and I forgot my sandals this morning.” She leans in close then, whispering perhaps louder than she’d meant but not so loud as to be easily heard by others, “And maybe a quickie.”

Robin chuckles, but halts them just a few feet from the door and draws her in close. He takes a quick glance to make sure there’s nobody within hearing range, then murmurs, “I’m sorry, my darling, I’m afraid we can’t go back to the room.”

Regina frowns – more a pout, really, as sloshed as she is – and asks, “Why not?”

“Because I checked us out of the room this afternoon, right before the ceremony.”

His stomach twists with nerves at how she’ll take this little revelation – hopes she’ll come round quickly once she has all the information – as he watches her eyes go wide, then narrow, her brow furrowing, her voice a hiss when she questions, “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Because we’re not staying here anymore,” he tells her, with what he hopes to be a soothing stroke of his palms up and down her back. “You’ve been a nervy ball of anxiety since we got here, and I know there’s supposed to be brunch tomorrow, but I think you should blow it off. I got us another room, elsewhere, away from your mother, and your family, where we can just relax for a day or two.”

“Or two?” she questions, brows rising.

Robin gives a guilty grimace and then his most charming smile, “I may have booked us two nights. We can head out early on Monday if you want to get back, but you’re self-employed and I know you said you had a light beginning to your week.”

“What about Roland?”

“His grandparents will happily keep him for another night. I spoke to him this morning; he’s having a grand time with them,” Robin excuses, and then she asks the question he’s been waiting for, her face still doubtful and grumpy.

“Where are we staying?”

“The Biltmore.”

Her brows pinch, and then smooth, and her lips part, not quite a jaw-drop, but close enough. “The… Biltmore as in the Four Seasons?”

“That’d be the one, yes,” he tells her, smiling now, rubbing her back again.

“You got us a room at the Four Seasons? Today? How?” she questions, shock making her voice rise enough that he glances around to be doubly sure Cora’s nowhere near enough to hear. He’s not whisking her away for a very expensive few nights’ getaway just for her mother to find out where he’s stashed her.

“Shh,” he coaxes, teasingly. “We wouldn’t want your mother to hear.”

She presses her lips together, shakes her head soberly. And then grins at the realization of just what he’s done. There’s the glee he was hoping for.

“And yes,” he continues, “As for how, sheer luck. But I called this afternoon, and was able to book us a room, and a full spa treatment for you at two o’clock tomorrow.”

Her jaw does drop then, her head shaking slowly before she blurts, “Robin, that’s so much money.”

“Well, I have rather a lot of that,” he shrugs, admitting for the first time that he’s not from as modest of means as he knows she’s assumed.


“You’re not the only one who’s wealthy, Regina. Taxes will be murder.”

“What – you said – what happened to you having horrible credit?” she stutters, and he recalls that conversation, the day they’d met, him telling her not to run out on him while he fetched her clothes and saline because she’d get stuck with his bad credit.

“I lied,” he shrugs. “I was leaving you with all of my things; what if you were going to fleece me? I didn’t want you to think I was an easy mark.”

She’s smiling again, laughing and shaking her head, and then she’s launched herself at him, arms flung round his neck, painful shoes apparently forgotten as she murmurs into his neck what an idiot he is. Some thanks he gets for blowing several grand on what he likes to imagine is something akin to a proper honeymoon, especially now that they’ve agreed to sleep together as much as they like in this little seaside town.

“You’re the one who married an idiot,” he parries back, and she drops down to her heels again (a little wobbly but he steadies her easily) and shakes her head.

“I’m starting to think that wasn’t such a horrible idea.”

Robin’s grin is quick, and pleased. “I told you I’d win you over.” She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms over her chest, tips her chin up. She doesn’t quite sell the glower, what with her lips twitching out of the attempted frown every half second. “Now go kick off your shoes, dance barefoot for a little while, and then we’ll get the hell out of here. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” she tells him, doing just that, leaving her stilettos behind with him and snagging the first friendly face she sees – Zelena, this time – and dragging her out onto the dance floor. Robin hooks her heels off his fingertips and heads off in search of the bar for another glass of champagne – can’t have her on empty, after all.

Mine - The sequel to 'You Are In Love' - Chapter 1

“Adam, where the fuck are you? And where’s Taylor? Your wedding is in a few hours!” Karlie yelled into the phone. “Please tell me you’re not with her right now.” She groaned and I looked at Taylor my eyes widening as she put on a shirt.

“What? No! I am not with Taylor and we I mean I will be in my room getting in my tux and my future wife will be getting ready for the wedding in like five minutes.” I told Karlie, as I reached for my boxers and Taylor winked at me.

“How do you know Taylor is going to be here in five minutes? You’re totally with her aren’t you?” I could mentally picture Karlie rolling her eyes at me. It was impossible to lie to that woman, I swear.

“I have to go. Bye.” I hung up the phone as Taylor laughed at me. “Come on! We have our wedding to attend.” I grinned at her. She stepped closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, as mine went around her waist, pulling closer to me. “We just had sex in a closet five hours before our wedding.” I laughed, kissing her lips.

“And it was mind blowing.” She smirked, tapping her fingers against my chest before pecking lips and turning around. “I’ll meet you at the alter.” She told me, winking before opening the closet door carefully so no one would see us. Our friends had prohibited us of seeing each other the night and during these few hours until the wedding so we had sneaked out and found ourselves in this closet where I smiled to myself thinking of my best friend.

I would be marrying her today. The woman I have been loving since I was sixteen, I was marrying her. After all we had been through, we were finally getting married. It felt like a dream and it was. I was living what I had dreamed for years.

I proposed a year after we got back together and now six months later, the day had finally arrived. I loved her so much, with everything that came with it. I had been stupid enough to have given up on us after her career took off but that night at the Brits, I knew I had to have her back. I waited long enough to have her all to myself. Now that woman was my fiancé and in five hours she would be my wife, it was crazy to think about it. My best friend since I was sixteen, the most amazing girl I had ever met, the girl I fell in love with. I couldn’t ask for more.

I snapped out of my thoughts and got out of the closet, walking to the room where I was getting ready. I looked out the window, facing the ocean. We were getting married on an island, away from the prying eyes of cameras and away from all the stress in New York City and Los Angeles. It was peaceful here and it was also beautiful. We flew our families and our closest friends here.

Our life hasn’t been easy up until the wedding. Taylor was right, the attention she had, media wise was worse but this time I could take it. Everyone speculated about everything and anything we did, they created rumors and it could get annoying but we ignored it all. We were in our own world most of the time but everyone wanted a piece of us, wanted to know more about our relationship although we had remained relatively private about it. Only posting pictures once in a while. I had become quite successful in the EDM world and on the charts too. A lot of people considered me to be the king of EDM and Taylor was on top of the music game. I loved watching her work and play sold out shows to fifty thousand people. We were considered a power couple, winning all the awards and having millions of fans, especially Taylor.

“Adam? You ready, mate?” Charlie knocked on the door, walking into my room as i stood in front of the mirror in my suit, fixing my tie.

“Yeah. Is it time?” Charlie nodded and I grinned, taking a deep breath and walking with him out of the door. We went outside, where everyone was. I stood on the alter waiting for my love. My heart was beating so fast. I wanted to see her already. She hadn’t let me see the dress, so I was excited because I knew she would be beautiful, she’ll probably look like a goddess and my knees felt weak just thinking about it.

My breath was caught in my throat when the music started playing. Then she came into view, that beautiful angel appeared in front of me. Our eyes locked and tears started streaming down my cheeks. She looked so beautiful, so perfect. I couldn’t believe that I would get to call her my wife. Taylor’s uncle was the one walking her down the aisle since Taylor’s parents didn’t speak to her. I knew that hurt her but seeing the smile on her face as she stepped closer to me, my worry vanished. I took her hand, grinning as she stopped in front of me and the minister began the ceremony.

When it the time came to say my vows, the ones I had written myself, I stared deep into her eyes and everyone else around me disappeared.

“Taylor,” I began. “When I first met you, I was fifteen. It’s been more than ten years since that. We’ve been through a lot together and I’ve always loved you through all of it, even if I hadn’t told you. I know everything about you, I lived with you for seven years and you discover a lot about someone when you spend so much time with them. You’re my everything and I mean that. It took too much time to get here, to our wedding day but I just want you to know that as I stand here today in front of our friends and family, I’ve never been more grateful. I could give you a million reasons why I love you and it wouldn’t be enough. I promise to be by your side and to love and cherish you for the rest of my life. You’re my best friend. The one who I’ve had countless adventures with and I know that we’ll have many more. I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.” I smiled and she sniffled, gripping my hand, a huge smile on her face.

“You always make me cry when you say stuff like that.” She wiped her tears, giggling to herself lightly. “You know I love you. And I know that there’s no one else in this world for me than my goofy and idiot of a best friend. There’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with. I want to have everything with you. I know you better than anyone and I love everything that I know. I guess I kind of knew all along, that I was in love you with you. And I really am. I’ve never experienced something as intense as what I feel for you and I don’t think I ever will. I promise that whenever you need me, I will support you. I will love you and I’ll never take you for granted. You’re my world, Adam and I hope that as we go through this life we have the happiest life we could have.” She smiled me and I started letting the tears fall out.

“Will you, Adam, keep Taylor as your favorite person — to laugh with her, go on adventures with her, support her through life’s tough moments, be proud of her, grow old with her, and find new reasons to love her every day?” The priest said, glancing at me.

“I will.” I replied not taking my eyes off of Taylor. He asked Taylor the same questioned and my knees felt like jelly as she responded, her simple ‘I will’ sounded like the Angels had gathered around to sing the beautiful melody ever produced. We exchanged rings. I placed the ring on her finger and it was all official. Taylor Alison Swift was my wife. Taylor Alison Swift -Wiles.

My lips pressed against hers and everyone cheered but I didn’t hear a thing because I knew that we were forever. She my wife. My fucking wife and that was all I ever wanted.