#I was hoping to finish this before the gn comes out (next month!) but. lmao that's not happening.

[diabeticgirl4]

🌹

:O!!!!!!

She was distantly aware of another loud scream, filled with as much terrible loss and righteous fury as her own, but before she could do anything about it- before she could light her hands in flame, before she could turn her pain into magic and destroy everything around her… Suddenly, the world flashed white for an instant, and before she could blink and comprehend what was going on, Lup found herself surrounded- yet again- by the endless black curtains of the umbrastaff. ...Huh.

ty!! <3

[niki-phoria]

hi idk if youre still taking requests but how do we feel about spending an allnighter with niki? i feel it would be sm fun so if you get time and inspiration could you write something with this idea? also could i be anon 🦆, really love your work

he's so <333 i love him sm

pairing: niki x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.0k

includes: niki surprising reader from tour, pizza isn't really takeout but whatever, the timeskips are a little weird, cuddly niki, idk if clay masks actually work like that but just go with it lmao

a/n: my first anon omg i'm so excited thank you so much for requesting !! this idea is so cute <33 i hope you like it :))

additional note: i schedule fics to come out daily so i'm writing stuff that's scheduled for like over a week away i promise i don't mean to take so long to post requests

requests open !! read my rules first

a short knock at your front door catches your attention from your incomplete essay. you let out a small annoyed sigh as you pull yourself away from your computer, opening the door just enough to see who's bothering you so late at night.

niki stands on the other side holding a small bouquet of flowers. you gasp, throwing the door open. “surprise,” he smiles. you’re quick to throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug as you tug him backwards into your apartment. 

niki laughs as he sets the flowers on a nearby counter before he snakes his arms around your waist. you bury your head into his neck to fully take everything in. after months apart while niki was on tour you relish in the feeling of wrapping your arms around him. 

“i missed you.” the words are muffled against niki’s hoodie as you pull him even closer. 

“i missed you too, baby,” he whispers. you blink back tears from your eyes as you pull back just long enough to press your lips against his in a sweet kiss. niki brings a hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray tear as he leans down to press another peck against your lips. “come on. we can order food and cuddle.” 

your smile matches his as you nod, eagerly pulling him along to sit down on your couch. “order something good. i’ll pick the movie. i have an idea.” 

niki pulls out his phone to scroll through a few apps in search of takeout. he can hear you rummaging through a cabinet somewhere before you return with your arms full of a variety of skincare products and a few blankets.

you drape one of the blankets over his shoulders before throwing one over your legs as you make yourself comfortable in the space next to him. “pizza?” 

“sure.” you reach forwards to grab the tv remote, cueing up a random slasher you’ve seen a few times over. it’s one in a series of movies - enough to keep you occupied for most of the night while you catch up with your boyfriend. 

niki holds his phone up to his ear, making an order for a few boxes of pizza before wrapping an arm around your waist as you nuzzle against his chest. he sets his phone down on the coffee table once he finishes placing the order. “we’re watching scream?” he reads, tugging you closer. “again?” 

“it’s a good movie,” you shrug. niki leans down to press a quick kiss against your forehead as you press play. he tugs the blanket up over your shoulder as the movie begins. 

you’re about halfway through the movie when there’s another knock at your door. niki coaxes you off of his body as he pulls out a few bills of cash to hand to the delivery man, taking the boxes from him in return. “thank you!” he calls as he closes the door. 

he sets the boxes down on your coffee table before making himself comfortable next to you again. it tastes good in your mouth as you share the meal together in a comfortable silence.

the first scream movie has finished playing by the time you finish eating. scream two cues up as you stand to wash the grease off of your hands before returning to the couch, now sitting across from niki. you brush his bangs out of his face before slipping a headband onto his head to keep the hair back. 

“you have to do this with me,” niki murmurs, grabbing the second headband you brought to push your own hair back. he closes his eyes as you reach forwards to gently massage the cool clay mask against his skin. his eyes flutter open once you finish, staring into your own for a second before he takes the jar from you. 

despite expecting the cold feeling of the mask, you still flinch a little when it touches your skin. niki’s hand are gentle and slow as he paints it across your skin as if he’s scared you’ll break if he touches you too roughly. 

the sound of niki screwing the lid back onto the jar is your cue that he’s finished. you open your eyes once again, smiling a little at him. he tilts your chin up to quickly lean forwards to press a small peck against your lips. 

you aren’t given time to complain before he opens his arms, coaxing you to lay back against his chest. you take the opportunity as soon as it arrives. niki feels warm as you cuddle against him. he rubs a hand against your back as you reach forwards to set a timer on your phone before refocusing your attention on the movie still playing in front of you. 

twenty minutes pass by quicker than you expected. “can i talk now?” niki whispers. you chuckle, nodding as you shift upwards to help him. he closes his eyes as you peel the now-solidified mask off of his face before repeating the process with you.

niki brushes his fingers against your cheek, studying your features. “your skin is so smooth.” he runs his index finger along your jawline before tugging you closer into another sweet kiss. you let yourself get lost in his touch. each brush of his hands against your own feels like it’s setting the skin on fire in their trace. 

you only dare to pull away once the need for air becomes suffocating. niki’s face is slightly flushed a light pink. you smile brightly at him, losing time in the deep brown of his eyes. 

you shift to lean back against niki’s chest so your head is positioned over his heartbeat. “i love you,” you whisper. you can feel his heartbeat speed up, making your lips quirk upwards in a small smile. 

despite having been friends for years before you officially began going out and spending so much time together as a couple, you still manage to make him nervous. “i love you too.” niki’s voice is quieter than your own. it’s rare that you say those words aloud. you cherish the memory, listening as his heart slowly relaxes once again. your lips quirk upwards into a small smile as you let niki’s heartbeat lull you to sleep. 

[miumura]

( 🎞️ ) LOVE EASILY CRUMBLES — TAEHYUN SHORT FIC

[ DAY FIVE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🎞️ ) SYNOPSIS . . how easy it is to lose love for a season.

( .𖥔 ݁ ) PAIRING . . classmate!taehyun x classmate!gn-reader

( 🎞️ ) GENRE . . fluff, angst | FT. K + NICHOLAS ( &TEAM )

( .𖥔 ݁ ) WARNINGS . . profanity, miscommunications, someone kinda being a douchebag, taehyun is kinda frustrating ngl bc he holds GRUDGESSS 😪 — WORD COUNT : 1.1K+ ( 1139 )

( 🎞️ ) NOTE . . omg is this the start of soph FINALLY working on smth for txt 😱?? LMAO trust i have been trying for the past months but the ideas never got finished so </3 so im def proud of myself for getting this out n finished for u guys 🤍

"Come on! Ask him out!" K whispered, nudging you in Kang Taehyun's direction.

"I can't do this right now! I'm nervous—seriously, calm down!" You attempted to hold your ground, even pushing back, but the inevitable draw towards your crush seemed unstoppable.

"Stop playing matchmaker at the moment!"

"You need to make a move! You both complement each other so well! You, the energetic one, and him, the quiet one—it's a perfect match, if you ask me!" After a final nudge from K, you found yourself right next to Taehyun, who was seated at his desk, engrossed in a book with earbuds in. Well, fuck.

Sensing your presence, your crush, Kang Taehyun, glanced up, his eyebrow arching in mild surprise. Cursing your nerves, you hastily fished out a folded piece of paper from your pocket. Placing it on his desk, you offered a fleeting smile before dashing away.

You locked eyes with K, shooting him a fierce glare. "K, you're in trouble."

"Hey! I helped you—" K's protest was cut short as you chased him out of the classroom, eliciting a yelp. "I'm sorry!"

Meanwhile, Taehyun observed the scene, a small smile gracing his lips at the commotion. Returning his focus to the piece of paper, he carefully unfolded it.

"Here’s my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX.

Let’s go out?"

Despite his typically reserved and aloof nature, Taehyun found himself smiling, a faint pink tint gracing his cheeks—an unfamiliar but welcome sensation for him.

"And then—holy shit!" You exclaimed, eyes widened as you stared at your phone screen. Your heart raced far faster than usual, but who wouldn't get excited over something like this? "He actually texted me!"

"Who?" Nicholas barely showed any reaction but was still curious about the source of your unexpected excitement. “The quiet loser?”

You playfully hit his arm, causing him to wince and rub the spot. “No need to diss my future boyfriend now.”

“Okay, now you're delusional—and your taste in men is terrible too?”

“Oh fuck off, Nicholas,” you retorted, your eyes fixed on your phone, a smile spreading across your face as you read Taehyun's messages.

Hey YN, it’s Taehyun.

So, where do you wanna go?

You quickly typed up a response, “There’s a lovely spot not too far from here. Beautiful trees and a bench made for two. Oh, and there's a chance of snow today! It could be the perfect moment…unless you're not a fan of snow?”

He read your messages, and at this point, you were practically biting your fingernails, hoping he shared your affection for winter. It was your favorite season, with its enchanting snow and the opportunity to wear layers of cozy clothing.

That sounds wonderful. I love the snow :)

When?

With a sense of relief, you quickly arranged for the date to happen today, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement when Taehyun agreed. "I can't believe I just set up a date."

“I still don’t know what you see in him.”

“Stop being a mood killer, Nicho.”

You were spot on—tonight, snowfall was abundant, and Taehyun faced biting winds that blew the snowflakes into his face. Extending his hand, the snowflakes delicately settled in his palm, melting at his touch. At least the snow was pretty today.

Glancing at the time on his phone—6 PM, precisely on schedule—he approached the location. It was indeed a charming sight. The lights cast a soft glow above the bench, creating an atmosphere purposefully crafted for a romantic encounter for two. A smile graced his face; everything seemed just perfect, tailored to his ideal kind of date.

Sitting down on the bench, he looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you at any moment. He waited.

And waited.

An hour had passed, and you hadn’t arrived. Taehyun was puzzled; where could you be? He was confident about the time—6 PM and the location you had chosen. His phone suddenly chimed, a notification he hoped was from you, but instead, it was a text from an unknown number.

You really think YN would go on a date with someone like you?

The text hit him like a ton of bricks.

She's popular, you're not. Why would she waste her time on a loser like you?

Doubt crept in, making his heart sink.

He felt a wave of nausea rising, his grip on the phone tightening, his fingers nearly turning numb. Did he raise his hopes for nothing? Did he really think that you were going to be different from the rest? The biting cold made it increasingly hard for him to catch his breath—how he despised the sensations coursing through him.

Nervously, his fingers hovered over your contact, finally pressing the call button. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it just felt like the right thing. Anxiously, he chewed on his lip while waiting on the line, and soon, he heard shuffling in the background. His eyes widened at how quickly you picked up the phone.

"Hey Taehyun?" Your voice sounded surprisingly calm on your end.

"Where are you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure, but the cold and wind were beginning to make him sound shaken up.

“I’m here with Nicholas—why do you ask?”

Taehyun should’ve known.

“So I’ve been waiting out here in the cold for no reason?”

“Huh?”

“The date you wanted to go on, YN. God, can you stop acting oblivious and tell me how you actually feel about me?” Taehyun feels the anger getting to him, his voice already rising.

“But the date is set to 8 PM? Wait, did I not tell you that?”

“That’s just a fucking excuse, isn’t it?”

“No, I thought I told you 8 PM? Oh my god—Taehyun, I’m so sorry. It’s a mistake, I swear!” You felt panicked, re-reading the text message you sent, realizing your mistake.

“Yeah right.” he just couldn’t help but chuckle at his situation.

“Taehyun, you have to believe me—” But he cut you off, “I already know how you feel. Thanks for playing with me—oh, and most important, thanks for ruining winter for me.”

“Wait—” But Taehyun hung up before you could continue. He had too many thoughts swirling in his head to deal with everything at that moment.

Taehyun sat alone on the snow-covered bench, the bitter cold seeping into him as he felt the disappointment and frustration swirl within. His emotions were a chaotic mess, a blend of anger, hurt, and the numbing chill of the winter night. The twinkling lights above seemed to mock his shattered hopes.

As he walked away, his shoulders weighed heavy with a mix of resentment and sorrow. Winter, once his beloved season, was now tarnished by this painful memory.

With a heavy heart, Taehyun knew this winter would forever hold a bitter taste, a season stained by a shattered promise and unfulfilled expectations.

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[brightymir]

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒 [𝐬𝐜𝐬]

》 contains: misspellings, food description, rich reader in toge's, ryujin nippon content in toshi's

》 fluff

》 wc: 4.3k

》 — yuuji, megumi, nobara, toge, noritoshi x gn!reader

》 a/n: HELLO OMG i am so glad to be back from my hiatus and i'm pleased to give u all this jjk fluff !!! i made it a bit longer than the usual scs bec i wanted to make up for my absence. thank you for waiting for me and i really hope you like this bec i took this too seriously and did some research on famous spots and even the airports in japan lmao

𑁍 yuuji itadori

✈︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you just finished claiming your bags and were on your way out of the airport terminal when a large cardboard caught your attention. it was large enough to take up four persons worth of space and the glitter splattered all over it did not help in the slightest.

you chuckled to yourself and walked towards it. yuuji himself was obscured by the banner he was holding and did not notice you approaching. but as soon as he got a whiff of your familiar perfume, he dropped the banner and set his gaze on you.

not wasting a second, he dashed straight to you, forgetting to reduce his speed. the impact his collision had on you set you tumbling on the floor as he remained hugging you. you let out a hearty laugh and hugged him tightly back.

"you're back! you're really back!" he exclaimed and snuggled closer to you. you tread your fingers along his soft locks and used your elbow to sit yourself up, yuuji refusing to let go.

"mhm, i'm here yuu. i'm home" you replied and ijichi came to your aid helping you with your baggage as your boyfriend showed no signs of letting go anytime soon.

arriving at the dorm, you only got a quick glance at the other students before yuuji dragged you to his room. he then proceeded to make some snacks as you went for a shower.

afterward, yuuji then asked you to tell him how your mission went, the sights that you saw, the curses you encountered, and your overall experience. he looked like a cute little puppy while listening to you talk, eyes wide and sparkling and a genuine smile never leaving his lips once.

when evening came, he let you rest to your heart's content, knowing that it was a long and arduous journey for you and even though you try your best to hide it, the fatigue and exhaustion were evident in your subtle actions.

the way your knees buckled when you walked out of the airport, your droopy eyes when you both watched a film, your trembling fingers, and your weak grip when you put away the snacks earlier, yuuji saw it all.

he let you snuggle him and rest your head on his chest as he held you close, keeping you safe and warm in his embrace. he smiled to himself as he heard your soft snores and felt your heartbeat become slow, matching his.

for the next two weeks, yuuji spent as much time with you as possible while making sure you still get some rest. sometimes even hiding from gojo because he knows that the tall man will probably come to drag you away to another mission.

be it watching a movie, going to a football game, going bowling or karaoke, or strolling in the night market — yuuji did everything to make you feel at home once again. he made sure that after months-long of exorcising curses, you get the peace and comfort you have.

"gojo's calling me, what is it this ti-" before you could even finish your sentence, your boyfriend snatched your phone from you and turned it off, stashing it in his pocket.

"your ice cream will melt baby, eat up now" he replied and pulled you close by the waist, making you chuckle as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

of course, you felt at home. yuuji is your home after all.

meanwhile, on the other side of the phone, gojo was sulking because he also wanted to get ice cream with you guys!

𑁍 megumi fushiguro

✈︎ 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

after claiming your bags from checkout, you began to make your way out of the terminal and your eyes quickly scanned across the area to look for any signs of megumi waiting for you. he sent a message earlier that he had arrived at the waiting area.

you squinted and tried to look for him amidst the sea of people wearing monochrome shirts. you sighed to yourself and tried to sense the strongest cursed energy in the crowd, and finally succeeded in locating megumi.

he was near the entrance, in a secluded area and his hands were frozen mid-air. it was as if he was hesitating to wave over to you or pull out his phone instead to make a call, but his eyes met yours and he knew there was no need for either.

you hurried over to him as your luggage dragged carelessly behind you. you engulfed him in a hug as soon as he was within arm's length which took him by surprise, but he chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you as well.

"you're here" he whispered as he slowly ran his hands up and down your back as if he was trying to convince himself. you smiled to yourself and pat his back reassuringly.

"i'm here, 'gumi."

originally, megumi wanted you to stay back at your home so that you will be able to get over your jet lag and adjust properly to the weather and time in japan. however, his plans to cuddle you to sleep went down the drain when you asked ijichi to take you both to tsudome.

"huh? tsudome...?" he mumbled to himself as he played with your hands, wondering why you made such a specific request. your giggle made the wheels turn in his head as he finally put the pieces together.

"oh, so that's what it is. i thought you insisted to stay in sapporo because your home is here" he said and looked at you in the eye. "you want to attend the snow festival"

megumi allowed you to drag him around the hills as you took him sledding and skiing, the winter sunshine falling upon the both of you as you lay on the snow creating snow angels.

you rode a snowmobile and explored the community dome, marveling at the enormous snowballs that were as big as entire buildings. your eyes were glued to the snow formations that you missed the way megumi was intently staring at you, basking in your presence and warmth.

making your way to odori park, you both rented ice skates to roam around the park hand in hand as you ate to your heart's content. you handfed megumi multiple times, much to his embarrassment as passers-by teased him for being so shy, which he responded to by scratching his hair.

to end the night, you both stood to one side while drinking milk tea, watching the light shows and stage performances deep into the night. you exchanged opinions on the performances as well as the designs of the light show.

megumi never felt so alive and at peace in the past eight months.

your boyfriend was huddled up to you, his face resting on the crook of your neck as he listened to your heartbeat. his arm was draped over your waist while the other rested below his head. you looked down at him to see a dreamy look on his face.

"i've missed this, so much. everyday i wonder how you're doing, and..." he trailed off and looked up at you, his eyes holding so many emotions that you can't describe each one. but adoration and love reigned over the others.

"you're here now, so i'm really happy" megumi seldom shows so much of his feelings and it struck you right then and there how much your absence affected him. so, instead of words, you held him tighter and planted a kiss on his forehead.

the night ended with you both sleeping in each other's arms, and megumi felt warmth and satisfaction when he woke up — and you were still beside him.

𑁍 nobara kugisaki

✈︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you sleepily dragged your luggage behind you as you began to make your way out of the airport terminal, the jet lag clinging onto your bones as you scanned your eyes among the mass of people waiting for their relatives.

it didn't take long for you to spot nobara in the crowd, wearing a brown trench coat which she paired with converse. her hair had noticeably grown longer from the ten months that you were away, it was now resting atop her chest.

you made your way over to her and let out a grin at how she was still craning her neck, trying to spot you in the crowd of arrivals. you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder and she looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"huh? who are you?" she asked with her signature snarky voice, making you smile inwardly. she still has such a feisty personality in the seven months you were overseas. it took a few more seconds of her scrutinizing stare before her eyes went wide and she pounced on you, clinging onto you will all of her limbs. 

“you damned piece of crap! you were gone too long and you even had a whole makeover that i can’t even recognize you. even your scent! it changed, your hair, your style, your aura, and you even grew much taller! it’s all different now. you can’t blame me for not recognizing you! it’s all your-” 

“love, love please calm down, i’m not blaming you. i’m also well aware that i changed drastically hmm?” you encircled your arms around her and put your hand over her mouth as you dragged her out of the airport. “the only thing that did not change is my feelings for you.”

she flushed light pink and lightly hit you on your shoulder. she then proceeded to walk you towards the subway station, making you confused.

“huh? won’t ijichi be picking us up? i clearly gave him a call earlier today, and told him to drive us home” you said and halted in your tracks, whipping out your phone to dial ijichi’s number but nobara snatched it away from you. 

“nope, we’re taking the subway to get to asakusa ekimise and spend your first day back doing shopping” she revealed a large grin and laughed maniacally as she waved gojo’s black card in your face. you sighed helplessly and submitted to her.

arriving at ekimise, she dragged you to different stores, particularly clothing stores. the fashion style in the west showed a lot of skin which was not good for the rainy weather in japan now.

she chose numerous pieces of clothing for you as you sat on one side and watched her roam around the entire store as attendants followed her. you laughed at how easily she used and swiped gojo’s card like it was not a big deal.

“what do you mean where is the owner? that’s my father, do i have to get him from his meeting to buy this?!”

after shopping, which you felt took quite a toll on gojo’s pocket, she treated you to a nice udon restaurant as you both ate to your heart’s content.

“ah really, nothing ever beats home food. the pasta is too oily in america, the chicken is too dry, and the salads are too dewy. it sucks to live there” 

as if she weren’t tired enough from running around in 78 clothing and bag stores, she proceeded to take you to an arcade and spent a good 200,000 yen to win you the big plushie. 

“darling, you know you could’ve bought me tons of stuff toys with what you used to buy tick-”

“shut up, i worked hard for it! i think i used up all my luck to get this penguin for you” she replied and shoved it to your chest, making you laugh as you leaned to kiss her forehead. 

you both took the subway to return to the dorms as it was past 9 and going to shikoku would take too much time. seven minutes into the train ride and you felt a weight on your shoulder.

you looked down to see your girlfriend asleep, head resting on your shoulder as she had her right arm draped over you. her mouth was slightly ajar and you could hear her mumble about how glad she is that you were home. 

you chuckled to yourself and carefully set down the shopping bags onto the floor. you pulled her closer and rested her head on your chest and pressed your chin atop her head. 

“i’m really happy that i’m home too, my love.” 

𑁍 toge inumaki

✈︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you admired the view below you as the private jet you arranged began to descend on the runway. your mission was supposed to end in eleven days but because of your boyfriend's nagging and sulky demand for you to be home for your 3rd anniversary, you entrusted the cleaning up and reports to kinji, who obliged. 

after exiting the jet, you were engulfed in a large hug and tackled to the ground. you wrapped your arms around him in retaliation and sighed contentedly.

you both sat on the ground, hugging, for the next few minutes. you missed toge so much. his hugs, his warmth, his scent, his presence, and the entirety of him.

after pulling away, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips which sent jolts of electricity down your spine and caused you to shiver.

"tuna," he said and caressed your face gently.

"mhm, i'm here now love, not going anywhere"

you took the car keys from your caretaker and instructed him to move your bags and the souvenirs to the dorm.

"where are we off to? the whole day is ours, baby" you asked and started the engine. toge whipped out his phone and showed you an image.

"sega shinjuku? huh bringing me to an arcade the first thing. alright then" you replied and drove off to the said destination.

as to not distract you from driving, toge opted to talk to you in morse code, tapping on your arm as he urged you to tell all the details about your missions and shenanigans in europe. you see how his eyes light up as he listens which brought a smile to your face.

upon arriving at the destination, he handed you a hoodie which you unfolded. it took a few seconds before you started wheezing out in laughter.

it was a gray hoodie with the text "3 years with this goofy boy" and an arrow to the left in a comic font. you also took note of the snake and fangs seal embossed on the chest area of the hoodie.

"baby what is this? hahahahahaha! is this even a thing? don't tell me you expect me to wear this for today!" you exclaimed and folded the hoodie. you saw how his eyes drooped and a pout formed on his face.

you unfolded it just as quick and removed your coat to wear it over your top. he smiled at the gesture and wore his as well, letting out a laugh at how adorable you looked.

entering the arcade, you went straight to the cashier and asked how many games and machines the arcade has. after receiving an answer, you proceeded to purchase 1,500 tickets, leaving the cashier and toge in shock.

"takana...?" your boyfriend mumbled and tugged on your sleeve, making you let out a small smile as you kissed him on the cheek. "there's almost five hundred claw machines here, we should try everything three times" you responded and claimed 800 tickets from the cashier, deciding to claim the other 700 later for the second floor.

to your surprise, he got so much better at playing claw machines. before you left, he was already incredible and always managed to win repeatedly. but now, this was a whole new level of amazing! he could get the prizes in two to three tries.

you faked a huff of annoyance as you failed to get the minion plushie for the sixth time. you pouted and turned to him and he walked towards you, positioning himself behind. he placed his hands on yours and guided the claw machine to the biggest plushie. then, he took your left hand and pressed the button.

you got the plushie. well technically, he did. but it's still yours.

you jumped like a little kid in excitement and gave him a few kisses on the face, causing him to blush a bright red, raising his collar to hide how flushed he was.

what was supposed to be an anniversary date turned out to be a childish competition between the two of you to see who would win more from the claw games. at some point, you could tell that he was purposely losing for you but you didn't mention anything.

after two hours, you finished going through the first floor and loaded all the prizes you got into the car, filling the back seat immediately. afterward, you returned to the arcade and claimed the remaining tickets, ready to explore the second floor.

it took another two hours, countless impatient looks from mothers, and a whole heap of crying kids (because you both keep hogging all the prizes) for you to scour the entire second floor.

loading all the prizes in the car, you could’ve sworn you saw a few phones and tablets and limited edition figurines in there. the back seats and trunk were filled with prizes with no space in between, making you both laugh in happiness.

afterward, toge took you to a well-known tonkatsu restaurant for dinner. you really missed authentic japanese food, those recreations in europe couldn't compare.

you both talked about your own missions, though it was more of you recalling all of your thirteen months in europe. you then realized just how long you really were away and how you missed out, physically, on a large portion of your's and toge's relationship.

seeing your eyes water and lips tremble, toge scrambled to your side and held your hands. "takana?"

you hid your face in his neck and hugged him for a few seconds before shaking your head. "i'm sorry, for being away for so long. and for leaving you alone all those months" you replied. you only came home once in those months, during his birthday — only for four hours.

he shook his head and pulled you close again, tracing letters on your back.

“it's not your fault you're a special grade and your skills are meant for great things. if anything, i'm thankful because we found love in this dangerous line of work.”

the ride home was silent, but a comfortable one. toge's hand rested on yours as the music plays through the radio. he could tell you were still a bit down and unfocused, but he didn't dare address it now.

arriving at the dorms, you could hear the others from a distance, busy fighting over the souvenirs you brought home. you looked at the car-filled arcade prizes and chuckled.

before you got the chance to unload them, your lover pulled you to one side and kissed the side of your head. he gave you a small smile, and the light of the moon made him appear extra soft. he then proceeded to sign;

“it does not matter how long you were away or how busy we were. what matters is that i am your home and i am always here for you. and you will always come back to me whenever the world tires you out.”

𑁍 noritoshi kamo

✈︎ 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you were puzzled as your flight slowly began to descend in kansai international airport. after spending eight long months in australia to take care of missions and tasks, you were finally back home for your birthday. to celebrate, noritoshi informed you that he got tickets for the tokyo symphony orchestra and that it will be held in new national theatre.

logically speaking, haneda airport was nearer to the theatre rather than kix, but your boyfriend was adamant to make you land at this airport instead and you did not have the room to complain since he was the one who arranged everything.

after landing, his caretaker welcomed and greeted you and took your baggage. you made your way to the car where noritoshi was waiting in the driver's seat. after getting in, you gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks since you knew that he is not a fan of pda.

to your surprise, however, he pulled you back for a heated kiss that lasted sixteen seconds. his gaze to you was burning afterward but you took note of how red his ears and neck were, making you smile softly.

"how was your flight?" he put on your seatbelt and started the engine, beginning to drive towards your destination.

"you got me in first class, of course, it was great" you replied and noticed how the car was getting further from tokyo. you pointed it out to noritoshi, "hey, toshi. we're going further in osaka, the theatre's the other way."

"patience" is all he said and gave your thigh a firm squeeze. you shrugged and leaned back, thinking that he might have had a last-minute change of plans.

after forty minutes, you found yourself in the vip parking lot of maruzen intec arena and the clouds in your head started to dissipate. toshi opened the door for you and you jumped out as your eyes began to take in the buses parked around you.

"love, there's no way... you.. you took me to see the fivb world championship? nippon... i'll get to see them!" you said happily and tugged on his sleeve repeatedly. he only let out a sigh and opened the backseat and retrieved a small box.

it contained banners, posters, fans, bubble heads, a headband, and even a red jersey similar to the ryujin nippon's. with this, you jumped around as if you didn't go through an immense jet lag.

you changed into the jersey and put on the headband. you were a bit disappointed to see that toshi still sported a beige button-down shirt but shook the thought away when you see him patiently holding the mini box for you.

he let out a loud laugh when he sees you frozen as ice and red as a tomato when you see that your seats are right behind the team bench. he watched as you fiddled around and followed the movements of the roster as they entered the arena.

during the first few minutes of the game, you were too timid and shy to cheer loudly, mindful of the team sitting three meters away from you, but as the game became more aggressive and heated, you let go of your worries and cheered with all your lungs and power.

toshi was silent beside you, still holding the box with one hand and a banner in the other (per your instructions) as he studied your features. his heart warmed at the thought of how easy it was to make you joyful and how he'd give everything just to see such a pretty smile on your face every day.

during the second set, the camera panned to the two of you making the crowd erupt in laughter. you were holding a yuki banner and wore headbands which had ran's face on it as you cheered loudly for nippon. toshi, on the other hand, was holding an akihiro bubble head and looked borderline pissed at how unrestrained you were at cheering for the national team.

the team even took notice of both of you and chuckled. the rest of the game played out smooth and nice and you were busy either munching on snacks or cheering. your boyfriend was either staring intently at you while grimacing at how loud the arena is or stepping out for a bit for air.

after the team secured the victory, advancing to the finals, you howled with all you got that noritoshi had to calm you down. he wanted to grimace at how much attention you were both getting but with the gleeful expression on your face, he didn't have the heart to do so.

afterward, he took you to a cafe to calm your senses and get you down from your endorphin and adrenaline rush. you talked about your missions and tasks and journey in australia as he listened attentively and replied accordingly.

"you hate those atmospheres, noisy and jam-packed crowds. it doesn't suit your 'classy and elegant' style. i genuinely thought we were seeing the orchestra" you said and took a sip from your drink.

he hummed and put down his tea before reaching out a hand to take yours in his. "i do, i hate the noise and stench of sweat. but i did not want you to fall asleep on your first day back" he said and glanced at you.

"you know, i would typically be envious of how energetic you were when cheering for those men" he trailed off and traced circles on the back of your hand.

"but?" you urged him to continue and leaned forward to play with his cute pigtails.

he smiled at your gesture and planted a kiss on your knuckles. "there's a wide stretch between us. you look at them with admiration. but you look at me with adoration and love. they could never compete" he responded and gave you the softest and gentlest gaze ever. the ones that you've been missing for eight months.

under the dim lights of the cafe, the jazz music in the background, the scent of coffee beans, and the faint whiff of syrups, the moment between you and your toshi felt more intimate and romantic. and you felt glad to be home.

you made a mental note to tell utahime-san to not give you an overseas mission for the next year.

"yes, my darling. you're the only one for me, the one i'll always come home to. i'll choose you every day, no matter what, for as long as i live" you responded and pressed your forehead against his.

"yeah? gonna choose me over taishi onodera?" he joked and pinched your cheeks.

you gave him a half-hearted glare and shoved a piece of bread in his mouth. "know your limits."

additional a/n: the name of the game is, guess who’s the author’s favorite :> though i think it’s pretty obvious at this point. hope you guys liked this and have a great day!

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2022 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms without permission. thank you.

[etheriaaly]

Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC)  WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them 

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∣ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions. 

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad." 

"That's a horrible idea." 

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun." 

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't. 

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them. 

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go." 

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer." 

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them. 

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy. 

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them. 

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath. 

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy. 

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you." 

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain. 

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part. 

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by. 

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy. 

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned. 

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below. 

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is. 

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while." 

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server. 

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before. 

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area. 

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy. 

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands. 

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not. 

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now. 

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do. 

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened. 

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while. 

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts. 

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months. 

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream." 

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all." 

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike." 

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?" 

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing. 

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them. 

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs." 

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long. 

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands. 

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?" 

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again. 

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them. 

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it. 

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground. 

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff. 

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened. 

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next. 

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening. 

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more. 

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back. 

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go." 

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life. 

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked. 

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other. 

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go. 

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working. 

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them. 

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be. 

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late. 

But he was, indeed, late. 

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped. 

[Y/N] drowned. 

[memxntomxri]

𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - bisexual!hinata shouyou x gn!reader, hinata shouyou x miya atsumu

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - angst, break up

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - hinata shouyou is trustworthy - with everything except for your heart

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.4k words

𝘵𝘸 - slightly descriptive nsfw?, cheating (i'm sorry to be doing my children hinata and atsumu dirty this way but this got stuck in my head 😭), major angst, break-up, no happy ending, lots and lots of crying, lots and lots of reader's internal thoughts, atsumu is an asshole

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is the result of brainrot i had stuck in my head after reading chapter 18 of SabbyWrites' A Study in Depravity. HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS - I REPEAT, HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS. BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE ALSO NOT CHEATERS. i just couldn't resist writing this lmao

also, i'm doing my best to make this a gender-neutral reader, but it might lean more towards AFAB/non-binary readers since i'm both ashelkgjkdlkjf male-identifying readers i'm sorry

thanks @meiansmistress, lou (LouEve_094 on ao3), lena, and emmy (Noisy_Emmy on ao3) for betaing! your feedback helped me a lot

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞 - there are some descriptive scenes of smut in here 👀 shoo, shoo

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

You know this.

It's the reason you met, after all.

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The summer you moved to Miyagi, following your father's dream of teaching in a little town similar to the one he lived in as a child, you were unhappy. Who could blame you, after all? You had a comfortable life back in Osaka, and unlike your father, you were a city dweller at heart. It was also the middle of your first year of high school—who wanted to transfer schools, let alone across prefectures, in the middle of a school year?

It was hot in Miyagi, and when the moving truck broke down on the side of the road, the entire family piled out and sat on the curb. Just your father (who you were still mad at), your mother, and you. That was what it had always been. Sure, you had friends, but somehow the friendships never got too deep. You were willing to bet that within a month, there would be no texts other than the occasional New Year's greeting or "happy birthday" from your so-called friends back in Osaka.

And don't even get you started on romantic relationships. It wasn't that you weren't attractive, or that you weren't easy to get along with—it was just that there was never anybody. Yes, you had liked people before, but nothing had ever come of it.

Your mother piped up, saving you from your dark thoughts about the state of your relationships with other people. "Y/n, love, can you go back down the hill again? I think we saw a konbini a bit that way, please buy some cool drinks." she says, depositing coins in your outstretched hand. Oh well, something to do, you supposed.

You strolled casually down the road, sweating buckets. When you pushed open the doors of the konbini—Sakanoshita Store, you noted, it definitely didn’t look like a konbini—opened, you basked in the cold air of the air conditioner for a bit. As you stood there, looking a bit dumb with your arms outstretched, you felt a weight barrel into you from behind.

With a bang, you fell forward, the weight landing on your back. "Ow!" you cried, rubbing your right wrist, which had unceremoniously made contact with the ground, pain shooting up the limb. You twisted around to glare at whatever had so unceremoniously bowled you over. You were met with the sight of wide, brown eyes and flushed cheeks. "Sorry!" the boy squeaked, getting off of you quickly. "So sorry!" You frowned and got up.

"Watch where you’re going, okay?" You were a few centimeters taller than him, you noted.

He started blabbering, talking about how he needed to get the first-aid kit because a "Stingyshima" had "accidentally" ran into "Bakageyama" and this "Bakageyama" now had a bleeding knee and that he was the fastest runner in their volleyball club (he was strangely emphatic about this point). By the time he was finished rambling, you were chuckling slightly. It was obvious that he hadn't meant anything by running into you, and it was actually kind of endearing how earnestly he was trying to explain himself.

You held up a hand, stopping him from continuing to ramble. "Y-you aren't mad, right?" he asked anxiously. You smiled and shook your head slightly. "It seems your team trusts you to help take care of your friend, so why don't you grab the first-aid kit and go help him?" You suggested gently.

He nodded quickly and darted behind the counter, grabbing a white box. As he jogged away, he seemed to remember something and turned around to holler at you. "My name's Hinata Shouyou! I'm a first year!" he introduced himself in a bright voice.

Just inside the konbini, a small smile slipped across your face.

Hinata Shouyou, huh. He seemed nice.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason you fell in love with him.

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The first day of school, you meet Hinata Shouyou again. And again. And again. He somehow seems to pop up everywhere you go—not that you're complaining, he's entertaining and nice—and soon, you think you can count yourself as his friend.

You go to his game against Aoba Johsai, then Shiratorizawa, then you're hugging him as he jumps up and down, celebrating their win. That’s the first time your heart jumps when you look at him, haloed by the lights of the gym.

Slowly, you feel yourself falling in love with him. Not just falling for him, no, because Hinata Shouyou will not let anyone do anything in halves, especially not falling in love. Shouyou, to you, (because by then you were on first-name basis) is someone you can rely on, someone that is always there, like the sun, trustworthy.

And because he is always there, it's also easy to confess to him in your second year. You know him well enough by now to know that even if he doesn't feel the same, nothing would change about your friendship except for the addition of unspoken words. And you think that he might love you back, if the lingering glances and brighter smiles are any indication.

Your guess is right, and by New Year's break, the two of you are a happy couple.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you let him go, if only for a little bit.

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When Shouyou left for Brazil, you took a break from each other. To be honest, it was your idea.

It wasn't that you didn't think that you couldn't trust him ten thousand kilometers away—it was that you knew you would hold him back. He was going to Brazil to chase his dream, and having a tether to his hometown would only slow him down. It hurt, having to say goodbye at the airport, but somehow the two of you got through it.

You still talked—a little more than "just friends" should—but you were careful not to let him think that you were together.

Shouyou was meant for greater things, and back then, as an insecure, just-barely-adult going into medical school, you weren't sure if you fit into the picture.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you let him back in.

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When Shouyou returns from Brazil, the first person he visits is you. You, all the way out in Osaka, pushing yourself to your limits as you study for med school. When you open your door and see him standing there, smiling as bright as ever, you fall into his arms—both literally and metaphorically. It turns out, even two years later, you trust him to catch you.

It was all too natural for you and Shouyou to get back together, and by a stroke of luck, he joins the MSBY Black Jackals, right there in Osaka. You move in together, his slightly larger salary allowing the two of you to rent a bigger apartment.

Yes, it's hard work being in a relationship again, but you like having Shouyou to return to every night after your shift is over. You wake up early every morning to make the two of you breakfast and lunch, and Shouyou always has dinner waiting for you when you step back in the door, often also staying up so that you can talk.

You're content.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you think nothing of his closeness with his teammates.

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Shouyou has always been a people-magnet. Even back in high school, everyone loved him. Shouyou is bisexual. You know this. He’s always had more than enough love to give back, too, and his bisexuality had never impacted your relationship. Why should it, when you’re every bit as queer as him? Your relationship was strong, and you believed in it. That's why, at every team dinner that he takes you to, when someone else inevitably takes the seats next to him instead of you and you're relegated to a corner, you don't worry about it. Shouyou loves you, and it doesn't matter where you sit for a couple of hours.

Yes, Miya Atsumu is a bit aggressive whenever Shouyou compliments him, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at you triumphantly, but you chalk it to them being good friends and Miya-san wanting to get to know you better by having a little friendly competition, and that's okay.

Yes, Shouyou starts going out with his team more and more, but they're his team. He's supposed to be close with them.

Yes, you start to feel a little neglected, but it wasn't as if you were the most attentive back when you were still struggling through med school.

And anyways, Shouyou always makes time for the two of you on Saturdays, your designated date nights. You have trust in your relationship, in its rock-tight foundation built upon years of knowing each other.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you believe his words.

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One Friday, after an especially busy shift at the hospital that got cut short for you when a coworker unexpectedly came in to fill in for you, you decide to head home early and get some rest, maybe cuddle with Shouyou while watching those romcoms you both enjoy.

You had told him that you'd be home late that night, and you hoped that you could surprise him with some dinner. So, you swung by his favorite yakitori place and ordered dinner, driving home as fast as you safely could.

As you open the door to your apartment, you hear the distinctive sounds of sex, skin slapping on skin, grunts and moans, high keens. You frown. Maybe Shouyou was watching porn? He sometimes liked to get himself ready (the two of you enjoyed the occasional pegging) before you got home. You drop the food on the kitchen table and put your jacket on the hook.

"Love, I'm home!" you call out softly. No response.

Frowning deeper now, you move towards the bedroom door. Just as you're about to open it, you hear something that stops you cold.

"A-ah, Atsumu!" It's distinctively Shouyou's voice, and suddenly, you can't move anymore.

Shouyou, who told you you could make it through med school.

Shouyou, who made you yakisoba and miso soup whenever you were stuck studying.

Shouyou, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear every morning as the two of you made breakfast.

Shouyou, who is currently in bed with Miya fucking Atsumu.

You want to get up, you want to slam open the door, you want to demand answers, but somehow, you can't get your legs to budge from the spot in the ground they've rooted themselves to.

Then,

"Who do you love, Sho?" Atsumu growls.

Your heart skips a beat.

No.

No.

You pray to all the gods you know that what's about to pass Shouyou's lips will miraculously stay trapped in his throat, but it seems like the gods don't feel kind today.

"Y-you, Atsumu, you!" you hear Shouyou cry.

Your heart shatters into a million little kaleidoscopic pieces. Tears start running down your face, hot, involuntary, painful, because they represent the six years of a beautiful relationship down the drain, because nothing will ever be the same, because Shouyou is cheating on you.

Finally, your legs decide to move again. It seems like someone else is controlling your body as you walk towards the door, opening it with a shaking hand.

Shouyou is pinned down by Miya-san on the bed, legs thrown over his shoulder, as he slams into him.

The door bangs against the wall.

Shouyou looks up, and when he sees you, his face floods with guilt.

You don't say anything. You just stand there, tears flooding down your face, betrayal evident in your expression.

"Y-y/n!" he says. "I-I- I swear, this isn't-" he begins.

You cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Shouyou." you spit.

Miya-san chuckles. "Who are we kidding, this is exactly what they think it is. What, did you think that you would be enough to satisfy Sho? You, with your infinitely busy schedule? You, who has no clue about volleyball?" he says, cutting into you.

"Atsumu, stop!" Shouyou says, frantic. He can tell that he's going to lose you, but he's not going to go down without a fight. "Babe, I love you, please-" he says, getting out of Miya-san's embrace and moving towards you. You sidestep him, holding a duffel bag with a change of clothes.

You stand there, looking at the scene, chuckling darkly inside your head. Just a scorned lover, a man, and his side-piece. You take a deep breath.

"You know, Shouyou, if you fell in love with someone else, you should've just told me. I trust you to be honest. I'm leaving—because even though you might love me, you're in love with Miya-san." you said.

Shouyou looks stricken with guilt, but you know it's from lying, not because he loves you anymore. Your laugh is broken and rough on the ears. "You think I didn't hear you? Oh, Shouyou, I heard more than enough. Have a nice life, and I hope that you remember how you broke me. I hope it fucking haunts you to the day of your death," you hurl at him.

Because even though at that moment you're screaming at him, you know that you still love him, that you’ll always will love him, and that you will carry this scar for the rest of your life. And even though you love him enough to leave now, to let him be with the person he loves—you still have enough love for yourself to hope that he bears some of the weight of this horrible, messy end too.

And with that, you walk out the door.

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But you're wrong.

Hinata Shouyou might love Miya Atsumu, but he still loves you more.

Years later, looking back, he comprehends that he didn't just break you. As he stares at his empty apartment, devoid of a lover—because what you said was true, he still carries the guilt, the memory of your tear-stained face, the recollections of your golden time together that ruined any relationship he might have had before it started, the echo of your absolute trust in him,

—Hinata Shouyou realizes he ruined himself too.

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Can u please do Levi’s s/o being sad cause girl from other squad is flirting with Levi but he doesn’t notice so his s/o gets really sad cause they think that Levi just likes when this girl flirts with him so when he finds out he feels guilty that he hasn’t noticed his s/o behaviour and that they are really sad so he tries to comfort them maybe with bubble bath or some cuddles in bed or something else idk lmao hope u like the idea love you so much and your writing and ideas ❤️❤️(also Levi’s s/o is in his squad)

Note: Hey anon!! That was such a cute request, and thank you for the kind words :DD Hope you enjoy this!!

Sorry it took me so long but school is draining me so hard, thankfully I only have a month left and I'll be able to start working on my wips

Levi's S/O jealous

Levi x GN! reader

Warnings: None

689 words

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Levi’s special operation squad had just come back from another expedition. The other squads were quickly to start questioning Levi about the progress or discoveries, nothing out of the normal, except for one thing. One of the newest cadets that had joined the scouts was talking to Levi, her hands tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning her body closer than necessary and a flirty smile drawn on her lips.

You were observing her obvious flirting with your boyfriend from afar, while cleaning and feeding your horse after the expedition. Knowing that Levi could be oblivious to these things you tried to ignore it, not too successfully as Petra’s eyes were focused on your hand that was gripping the food bucket too tightly.

“Hey, Y/N are you okay?” She asked softly

Your head snapped to your side and met her eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay don���t worry” You said drawing a smile on your face so she wouldn’t worry too much.

“I have to start the paperwork about the expedition, I’ll see you later, Petra.” You quickly excused yourself and left the bucket next to your horse. Before leaving, you sent a quick glance towards your boyfriend.

Petra followed your gaze and finally understood the situation when she saw the scene unfolding in front of her and how the cadet was shamelessly flirting with Levi.

The rest of the day went uneventful, you were busy with the paperwork of the mission and that was really the only thing keeping your mind off of the scene you had witnessed. However, doubts aroused in you. ‘What if he doesn’t like me anymore?’ ‘Maybe he got bored of me’ these kinds of thoughts kept repeating on loop during the day. And as much as you tried dismissing them it looked impossible.

The few times when you saw Levi you thought of addressing the issue but every time you would decide against it and leave the room without a second glance at him.

When the day came to an end you were walking towards your room after having handed the paper work to Erwin. The walk was silent as curfew had already passed. Recalling the events of the day you started to feel bad about avoiding your boyfriend. While opening the door to the room you decided that you would talk to him in the morning in order to not interrupt his sleep.

Once inside the room you noticed the light of the bathroom on and the sound of water falling.

“That’s weird…I’m sure I didn’t leave the sink running” You murmured to yourself and started your way towards the bathroom.

Once you reached it you looked confused by the scene, the water was running and filling the bathtub, without giving it a second thought you moved to stop the water, but two strong arms gripped your waist. You yelped in surprise and turned your head to the side.

Levi was there, resting his head against the crook of your neck. “You’ve been avoiding me” He said quietly.

Your hands grabbed his, that were still on your waist. “I know, I’m sorry…Is just that...” You tried saying but the doubts aroused again, making it hard to speak.

“Is it because that girl after the expedition?” He asked, your eyes widened in surprise, Was it that obvious? “Petra told me that she noticed you were upset while I was talking to her” He admitted.

“Just so you know, I didn’t even realize she was flirting with me. I only have eyes for you, love” He finished and kissed your cheek, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Do you mean it?” You asked and when he nodded a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Now, what if we take a bath and go to sleep?” He asked

“Yeah, that sounds great. I love you” You said and snuggled more into his embrace.

“I love you too, darling”

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pairing: wandanat x gn!reader

genre: fluff as per usual

word count: 1588

warnings: polyamory (reader’s girlfriends are wanda and natasha)

a/n: ahhhhh my first request :’DDD i’ve actually had this sitting in my drafts for a while but never decided on the pairing until now lmao. also! for once i am posting this at a decent hour for me. i hope you all enjoy it uwu

original request

Ughhhh, I can’t wait to go home in a few minutes. I really want a break just to spend some time with my girlfriends. You begin to clean up your work area, tidying your papers and organizing your filing cabinets. Just as you grab your bag, a co-worker of yours rushes into your office frantically. 

“Y/N! I need you right now.”

“Huh? Why? What’s up?”

“I just got called into a family emergency and I really need someone to finish my paperwork. Do you think you can do it for me?”

You pause, thinking it over. Do you do your friend’s paperwork or refuse and go home? You’d feel bad if you said no because your co-worker is one of your closest friends but you don’t want to keep your girlfriends waiting. After considering your options, you sigh and place your bag back down, “Yeah, I can do the paperwork. Take care, I hope everything is alright”. She lets out a sigh of relief and thanks you as she hands you the paperwork. Looking it over, it seemed like it would take at least two hours to complete. Oh well, looks like my break will be delayed.

You were wrong about the paperwork. There were so many issues and miscalculations with the paperwork that you had to redo all of it and go search for past files to ensure the information was correct. At this point, your girlfriends were getting worried as you were never the one to come home late without telling them. Three hours had passed since you were originally supposed to get home and out of worry and concern, Wanda calls you.

Breaking your concentration, your phone goes off. As you reach for the phone, you rub the tiredness out of your eyes and answer in a quiet voice, “Hey, Wans.”

“Y/N, baby, is everything okay?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I should’ve texted you two earlier but my co-worker just had to leave for an emergency and I’m doing her paperwork, right now.”

“Oh, how much longer will you be there? You sound really tired, you’ve been working hard for the past month and you deserve a break.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve been redoing the calculations and double-checking the information again because there were so many issues with it. I just ca-”

“Okay..okay. Just take a deep breath and try to finish up the work soon, alright? Tasha and I miss you.”

You let out a light chuckle, “Mhmm, okay. I’ll try to be home soon. Love you.”

As Wanda bids her goodbye, you can hear Natasha’s faint voice in the background telling you to come home soon and that she loves you. Pressing the red button on your phone, you let your shoulders sag forward and rest your head on the table. Before grabbing your pen and going back to work, you groan and think about your girlfriends, both of them waiting for you to get home. That gives you a spark of motivation as now you are more determined to finish your work and get back to them as soon as possible.

Finally, after another two hours of work, you finished the paperwork. Letting out a yawn and listening to the pops from your back as you stretch it, you decide to grab your bag and leave. I’ll give her the paperwork and reorganize my office later. Heading to your car, you check the time on your watch, only for it to read “12:10am”. Once you get into the car, you lean your head against the steering wheel, wanting to go to sleep. You turn on some music in the hopes that it can keep you awake as you start the car and begin the journey home.

Upon arriving at the compound, you notice that most of the lights on your floor are turned off and your girlfriends are nowhere to be found. You assume that they’re probably in your shared bedroom, fast asleep considering how late it is. As you open the door, you find nothing; your girlfriends are still missing and there’s clothing on the bed. Turning on the lights, you make your way to the pile of clothing with a sticky note attached to it. “We’re sure you’re tired so change into these clothes and get comfy. Then, go to the place where we spend our late nights ;)” A small laugh escapes you as you think about how caring your girlfriends are. Within the next few minutes, you’re out of your work clothes and wearing Natasha’s hoodie paired up with Wanda’s sweatshirt. Both articles of clothing slightly baggy on you because they were always the type to have oversized clothes since “it provided maximum comfort” according to them. The stress slowly leaves your body as you make your way to the kitchen.

The overhead lights turn on and illuminate the kitchen to reveal a mess that resulted from impulsive baking, again, and a tray of brownies with another sticky note. Giggling to yourself, you think about all of the times the three of you shared late night baking sessions that always resulted in big messes and a lot of dirty dishes. Lost in your thoughts, you realize that you haven’t been able to bake with Wanda and Natasha due to all of the stress and work you’ve had for the past month. Shaking away those thoughts, you eye the brownies and pick up the sticky note reading, “Hey Y/N, you’re as sweet as these brownies <3. Bring a small container of them and go to the place where we had our first date.” Upon further inspection, you see a small scribble in Wanda’s handwriting, “PS. I made the brownies, don’t worry.” Laughing at the note and smiling fondly, you grab a couple brownies, put them into a container, and make your way to the living room.

Running your hand along the couch cushions, feeling the soft but slightly coarse texture on your fingertip, you remember your first date with Wanda and Natasha. What started out as a movie night with Natasha became a cuddling session with you sandwiched between your two favorite girls as Wanda joined you two. At this time, you were quickly coming to the realization that you had a crush on both of the women and that movie night solidified it. Once the movie had finished, the three of you had a talk and wanted to pursue a relationship together as three. Sitting on the couch, reminiscing in the memories, you notice a small yellow square on the coffee table in front of you. It captures your attention as you sit upright and reach to grab it. Tracing the words with your fingers, smiling at the small conversation happening on the paper.

*Wanda’s handwriting* “You know I always gave the best cuddles” 

*Natasha’s handwriting* “Hey! No, I did!!” 

*Wanda’s handwriting* “Hmm surrree Tasha. Anyways, come up to the roof, we have something for you :)”

Feeling your heart soar with happiness and adoration for the both of them, you push the sticky note into your hoodie pocket, hearing it crinkle against the other notes, and starting walking towards the staircase with the container of brownies in hand.

Within a few minutes, you reach the door to the roof and place your hand on the handle, unsure of what to expect. Taking a deep breath, you slowly push against the door and crane your head around it. This was not at all what you expected. The roof was softly illuminated by the string lights draped around a large picnic blanket with pillows, pasta, and best of all, your two lovely girlfriends: Natasha and Wanda. As you soak in the scene in front of you with eyes full of awe, Natasha gets up and quietly makes her way over to you. The red hair blocks your view as you feel Natasha’s hands grasp your shoulders. In a gentle voice, almost afraid to disturb the peacefulness, she tells you, “Hey, lyubov moya, we know you’ve been working hard and pulling late hours at the office for the past month. And I’m sure you were tired from having to stay late so Wanda and I wanted to prepare a relaxing evening for you, so you can destress and enjoy your long weekend.”

You look at her with watery eyes and bury your face into her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. Shocked by the sudden action, Natasha recovers and wraps her arms around you, gently stroking your hair as you mumble about how much you love them. At some point during the hug, Wanda joins in as you feel her chest pressing against your back. The two whisper words of praise as you take in the love that radiates from them. Freeing yourself from the sandwich and moving to hold their hands, you look at the both of them, overwhelmed with happiness and love, and say in a quiet voice, “Thank you both for doing all of this. I will never understand how lucky I am to have you two in my life. I love you, Wanda and Natasha.” They give you a fond smile, understanding how stressed you’ve been for the past month and knowing that this break was well deserved. Your girlfriends share a look as Natasha says, “Alright, let’s just cuddle and eat some pasta that Wanda cooked” and guide you to the picnic blanket. Settling in and sighing contently, you let your shoulders relax and forget about all of your stress and worries.

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[honey-makki]

Didn’t Like the Ending

Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi X GN!Reader, Oikawa Tooru X GN!Reader

Summary: You and Ushijima broke up months ago. What is running through your heads when he spots you at a party with Oikawa, your new boyfriend?

Warnings: none

Song: exile- taylor swift

Genre: angst!!

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Oikawa is there as a plot device and nothing else, don;t get your hopes up lmao. this is a dif writing style, switching between view points and primarily consists of inner thoughts and i hope you like it.

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Ushijima

You didn’t like going to parties. Seeing your friends was always nice, but the increased expectation to be sociable bothered you. Alcohol was something you rarely consumed, maybe one drink the entire party, not having another sip of alcohol until the next team party. Despite your feelings, you wouldn’t miss Hinata’s 21st birthday party. Granted, Kageyama was throwing it in your shared apartment, but the sentiment stands. 

Tobio told me both teams were coming and they might bring their significant others. There are way more people than that. Sigh, I just wish he wouldn't lie to me. I would like to prepare adequately for the event.

You are called over to the kitchen by Bokuto who’s flanked by a number of your teammates. Tossing the cup you just finished in the trash, you approached with a questioning expression. Before any thoughts could slip through your lips, Hinata handed you a shot and shouted over the beat of the music, “IT’S TEAM BONDING!!!! LETS GO, THREE, TWO, ONE!” Who are you to say no to the birthday boy, and much less your teammates?

Y/N

It isn’t surprising to see this many people celebrating a literal ball of sunshine, as he has a tendency to make friends with even the toughest and most awkward people. It’s surprising that Kageyama could plan all this without giving anything away. He’s not the biggest people-person and you would expect him to let something slip. Taking in the measures your best friend went to for Hinata a warm smile blooms on your face. 

Just being Kageyama’s childhood friend you don’t know many of the pro players or their significant others. Sure, you’ve spent plenty of time with Hinata, but he’s busy tonight and Kageyama has plenty of hosting duties. Thankful that Kageyama said you could bring your current boyfriend, you search for fluffy brown hair in the crowd. Well his height doesn’t really help here since almost everyone is 6 ft or taller. 

 “Fuck”

Ushijima

You’ve lost track of how long you've been leaning against the counter in the kitchen, but based on how hazy the room looks, you know you shouldn’t try walking anywhere. Try to ground yourself. Focus on something. 

You shift your eyes across the room, getting dizzier in the process. You try to rub your eyes, clearing out the fog, but your hands are moving slower? Like your body is submerged in water. I am drunk. 

Opening your eyes, you land on the one thing you wish you didn’t. Your ex-girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N

I guess it makes sense he would be here, he is Kageyama’s teammate after all. You aren’t sure if you want more alcohol to deal with this or should stop drinking altogether as your head is flooded with memories of him. The burn of his gaze is familiar and you know he's spotted you too. Not wanting to deal with this alone, you head off in the direction of your boyfriend's chatter, looking for solace in Oikawa’s warm embrace.

Ushijima didn’t look great tonight, I wonder if he's been taking care of himself. Ha, of course he is, if he wasn’t he wouldn't be able to play at peak capacity. If only he paid as much attention to me as he did the protein packed bentos I made him. Sipping your drink, you giggle at the thought of the large man attempting to make a detailed bento box. 

When Oikawa spots you a few feet away from him, you see love personified. His face brightens, he doesn’t even stop his current conversation, choosing to just stumble walk towards you and squish your face. “I might be happy to see my friends but i’m happier to see you my looooove” he states in a singsong voice. Leading him back to his group, the burn of Ushijima’s gaze lingering on Oikawa's hand on your lower back. 

Ushijima

Huh. I couldn’t hear Oikawa over the ringing in my head, but he is very close to Y/N. OH. I guess they are together based on that kiss. We broke up 3 months? 5 months? …. I don’t know what month it is, but I don't think it was that long ago. Was it?

Looking around, the room is floating a little less, and you can see some faces a little more clearly. Carefully making your way to the fridge you grab a cup of water and down it, trying to flush away the warmth of alcohol dispersed throughout your body. You begin nursing another cup of water, searching for her frame in the crowd. 

Y/N and I aren’t- she isn’t mine anymore. I am alone, even here with these people. She was my home, my town and here I am now. Once you spot her, a smile is brought to your lips. She looks happy, I used to see that smile, greeting me when I came home from practice and before I left in the morning. While thinking about her, your body started heading in her direction, muscle memory kicking in. Abruptly stopping, bumping into someone since you still don’t have full control of your body, No. I don’t get to go there anymore. All I can do is watch. Huh, it's like a film. 

Y/N

Oikawa’s grasp on your waist is helping keep you grounded, but you know Ushijima is watching you. I’m not your problem anymore, who am I offending by being with him? You, Ushijima? You were my crown, my king, and you ruined it. You didn’t listen to me.

You knew before you started dating Ushijima that you were two different people, and due to his frank nature, you both had a conversation about your needs and desires before getting together. Everything was perfectly communicated to him, but that doesn’t mean they were met. I couldn’t stay with someone who made me feel unloved. Even if he did love me, he never showed it in a way that I understood. Maybe it's my fault for asking him to change, for believing he could.

Ushijima

You knew why the relationship ended. You knew that you weren’t expressing your love enough verbally, and since you were often gone for volleyball, physical touch wasn’t enough. It hurts to see her with him, because I still wish that was me. I still love her, I just didnt- no, I just don’t know how to show her. We walked a thin line. It’s my fault I couldn’t take her words and needs and turn them into sufficient action, no matter how much I wanted to do so. 

There’s no amount of crying I can do for you now. With that thought, you search the room, and spot Tendou near the door. Every step towards him is another step away from you, and it feels more familiar than you would like to admit. 

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Gutter Balls

Franklin x Male Reader (MGG Character from Beginner’s Luck)

This is my birthday present to @clean-bands-dirty-stories​ !!!! Happy Birthday love you and your stories so much!!!! They requested this from me a little while back and I thought it would be a nice birthday surprise!

Summary: While meeting up for a friendly game of bowling with Franklin’s team, some very rude people at the alley decide to tell their opinion about yours and Franklin’s relationship. 

A/N: Hey Hey loves, here’s my first x male reader!! I’m very excited to have more inclusive options on my blog for a wide variety of readers. I am female myself but, I know how much people who love MGG struggle to find x male or x GN fics. If you have any requests for x male or x GN readers send them my way! Also if you have any ideas on how to improve my writing please feel free to shoot me a message or an anon! Also I did try to make the dialogue funny from the main characters so I hope I did ok on that lmao—Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Homophobia, Swearing, Violence (the people definitely deserve it though) Not a warning but this does End Happy!

Masterlist Word Count: 1.3k

Being Franklin’s boyfriend was like a dream. We were still deep in the honeymoon faze even after being together for 4 months. When I was with him everything seemed perfect like nothing could go wrong.

Now it was time for me to finally meet up with his team for the first time at the bowling alley. I had met them all before but, not as Franklin’s official boyfriend. I honestly don’t know what I was worried about, they had been our biggest supporters. We both almost lived at the bowling alley with my job at the concession counter and his obsession to be the best bowler in Little Falls. We made eyes at each other for months before Franklin made the first move. Honestly, I’m pretty sure Franklin’s team would’ve locked us in the back room of the bowling alley if we hadn’t admitted our feelings to each other.

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My nerves over hanging out with the team were definitely unsubstantiated. Everything was going smoothly, they all were warm welcoming especially Pamela and Judith.

Beth was a little more wary of me. She kept commenting on the fact that Franklin was special and that I should watch my back. I think she’s just being protective of him in her own way. (But she still kinda scares me)

Bomber I think was confused at first as to why I was there, she kept asking me to refill her drinks until Franklin and I clarified again that I was here to bowl with them. (Not that I was very good at it)

Everything was perfect.

I had even gotten a strike!

That was until Franklin gave me a small peck to congratulate me for my strike.

Some assholes that we’re fully taking advantage of the cheap beer that was sold at the bar decided that they wanted to voice their opinions on our relationship.

“Hey- we don’t like your kind here even if you are a God at bowling!” A greasy haired man with a mullet shouted out obnoxiously at us drawing the attention of the entire alley. Franklin was about to whip around to say something but I decided to pull him into a hug instead as a subtle way to calm him down while simultaneously telling the group to fuck off and mind their own business.

“It’ll be ok Frankie, I promise.” I said while rubbing circles on his back trying to soothe the rage I could sense bubbling up from him. It’s not that I didn’t want to respond myself but, I was worried that Franklin would get into too much trouble if he retaliated. He was known for his fiery temper when someone angered him, “Let’s just ignore him and finish the game off strong. I think it’s your turn next.”

He nodded slightly after pulling away from me and moved away to grab his ball for his turn. But, not before shooting a not so subtle glare at the men at the counter.

The rest of the team were hyping Franklin up extra, especially Pamela, for his turn. My heart swelled at the sweet gesture of support from them, they loved to see Franklin happy and successful even if he was a little much at times.

My happiness was quickly squashed by one of the other douche nozzles deciding to chime in a rather crude slur at Franklin just before he let go of the ball. The ball slipped out of his large hands at an awkward angle and shot straight into the gutter making my own rage start to boil over.

I shot a quick glare at the group of them and an especially pointed look at my co- worker, silently begging her to kick the assholes out of the bar. Even though she didn’t like my new boyfriend (she said he acted like a gremlin) my co-worker Rebecca was shooting me a sympathetic glance. I knew she was shy about confrontation though I wished she would just grow some balls and kick them out.

Franklin’s face had gone as red as the scarlet bowling ball that I held in my hands ready to hand off to Bomber for her turn. I walked over to him to try to calm him down again and tune out the slurs that were now freely coming from the three douche canoes.

“I’m gonna show them what happens when someone better then God lays into them.” He spat out in a deadly tone. If a glare could kill I’m sure the three men would be dead from the one that was peeking through his clear frames.

“Franklin- stop it’s not worth it if you get into trouble, they’re just a bunch of drunks. Rebecca will kick them out soon I’m sure-“

A loud squeak fell from my mouth cutting off my train of thought when Franklin suddenly had his lips on mine. Franklin was always a little rough when we made out but this was different. It was hard, passionate and like Franklin was trying to mark me as his territory to everyone no matter what stupid slur came out of whoever’s mouth. I almost forgot that we were standing in the middle of a quite crowded bowling alley until I had to come up for air. But, that was only for a short moment before I was pulled in by another kiss.

I opened my eyes to get a good look of what was going on behind me once I found my bearings. I smirked into the kiss at the funny sight I was witnessing.

Franklin had his large middle finger pointed upwards facing behind him at the 3 assholes at the bar.

“Y’all suck and you ain’t shit!” Pamela was shouting and had now taken a defensive stance, standing on top of one of the rickety plastic chairs while adding her own two middle fingers to flash at the dicks.

Bomber looked like she was ready to explode like dynamite. She was muttering words under her breath while grabbing a few bowling balls that I’m pretty sure she was planning on chucking at them.

Beth was cracking all her knuckles and putting her hair up into an obnoxiously short and high pony tail with a dark look on her face.

Judith was the most calm out of the group saying a prayer off to the side. But, from what I could hear she was asking the lord to forgive her for curb stomping some bitches.

Bomber was the first to charge at the group with two pink and purple bowling balls. Which, was funnily enough enough of a threat for the three guys to rush out of the bar. They tripped out, obviously inebriated, while Judith and Beth joined in on the chase following Bomber with Pamela trailing behind with some pretty solid trash talk.

“You’re a bunch of gutter balls!” Pamela shouted out as they pushed the glass doors open, with one of the drunks falling onto their face before scrambling away.

I was now laughing into our kiss along with Franklin, glad to see them get their comeuppance. Franklin’s were arms wrapped around me in a deep embrace that I never wanted to escape from, they were soon joined by the rest of the team coming in for a group hug. I felt fully welcomed and accepting onto their team, even though I suck at bowling.

[sunasrintarhoe]

Cat got your Tongue?

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro X GN!reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Maybe summoning a cat demon wasn’t the greatest idea… TW: Demon summoning and fluff

A/N: This is not accurate what so ever . I just really like the thought of summoning a cat demon named Kuroo. I really wanted to get a little something out before my inactivity gets too obvious lmao, feel free to request because requests are now open!! I will be putting out a list of Characters that I am willing to write for, so be looking out for that. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy!

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Every night since you had completed the ritual, or so you thought, you had been having this one weird dream. It always started out with a black haired man with bright yellow eyes looming over you with a small smirk on his face. He always said the same thing.

“You know, for someone so smart, you really don’t know how to read instructions all the way through…”

He would laugh and walk away from the side of your bed to your desk and pick up the old, dirty paper that contained the instructions to summon a Bakeneko, then scoff and you would hear the faint sound of a piece of paper being crumpled and thrown onto the floor.

The man would walk back to your bed and lean over you again whispering, “Offer me something, (Y/N). Pictures… Memories… You…”  He would lean over further almost as if to kiss you, then you would wake up. Your heart racing, your palms sweating. Sometimes with a headache, but that could have been because of the seasons changing. Your alarm would go off after about five minutes and you would be forced to get out of bed and get ready for work. 

Working at a bakery, definitely wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Especially when your boss was the one and only Miya Osamu. You two had grown up together and became best friends over your mutual love for food. Like Osamu, you dreamed of opening your own restaurant, but when you did, business was slow and hard to come by, which forced you to close down. Since, Osamu had opened Onigiri Miya a few years prior and was looking to branch out, he offered to buy your bakery, along with giving you a position as a manager. Of course you happily accepted and the next day you were sitting pretty with 15 million yen in your bank account. He had the place remodeled and within a month, your bakery was changed to Pastry Miya. 

It seemed like you were always busy. The name Miya certainly made a difference and sometimes you wondered if people ever realized that the bakery was run by the same person. Today was different though. Today was the day that Osamu wanted to release the fall exclusives and you just weren’t feeling it. Despite going to bed early, you felt like you were running on no sleep. Coffee didn’t seem to help and you seemed to be swaying on your feet. 

Sluggishly, you walked into the building and back into the staff room. As you were putting on your apron, Osamu walked in. “Yo, (N/N). I need you to- Are you okay?” He asked, concerned, to which you replied with a small smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” “You certainly don’t seem like a bit tired” He put the back of his hand up to your head and hummed. “ You don’t have a fever, do you feel sick?” You pushed his hand away, “Not at all, like I said I’m just tired.” You tried to walk around him, but he grabbed your wrist. “What happened?” He asked, pointing to a small bruise on your hand that you hadn’t noticed. “Oh? I have no idea, I don’t remember getting that…” You noticed the beginning of a bruise under your sleeve and pulled it up, only to be met with what seemed like a hundred more bruises. 

“Okay, what the fuck, (Y/N)? You’re not okay. You need to go home.” Just as concerned as he was, you looked up at Osamu with wide panicked eyes. “This makes sense.” “What does?” “The bruises, the tiredness, the recurring dreams about the incomplete ritual. It all makes sense.” “Ritual?” Osamu practically yelled, “What ritual?” You smiled sheepishly. “Well, you know how my cat died like six months ago?” He nodded,”Well, I’ve been really lonely and I saw this ritual at an antique that is supposed to summon a cat and I thought I should try it out…” Osamu’s jaw hit the floor. “YOU SUMMONED A DEMON?!” “yes…” He turned you around and untied your apron. “You can’t come back until you fix this.” Osamu pushed you out the door and slammed it shut.

“I guess I’ll go home then.” You mumbled to yourself and made your way to your car.

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When you entered your apartment, the first thing that you noticed was the darkness. None of the sunlight seemed to be streaming through your light pink curtains. The next thing you noticed was the pentagram in the middle of your living room with the instructions on how to summon a cat demon in front of it. “Well shit.” you mumbled and sat down in front of the pentagram. You picked up the instructions and read through everything. “Ah, here. You must offer the demon something precious to you.” You looked around, “Something precious to me… something precious to me…” You turned to the first thing you saw. It was a picture of your cat that had passed away six months prior. “Oh, baby… How I miss you.” You placed the picture in the middle of the pentagram and sat on your knees. With a puff of smoke, the picture was gone. “What the hell?” “A cat? Really?”  A deep voice spoke from within the shadows. You quickly turned around only to be met with two long legs. Looking up, you gasped. Standing before you was the man that had been appearing in your dreams. “You!” “Me!” He mocked. “ Who are you?” The man smiled and crouched down to you. “The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro. I was partially, now fully, summoned by you.” He winked. “But I thought I was summoning a cat…” He got up and walked a few paces away. “You did.” In an instant a black cat appeared in front of you and Kuroo had disappeared. The cat sauntered its way in front of you and sat down. 

“I will be with you for as long as your cat stays precious to you, once the cat loses meaning, I will go back to my realm and take your soul with me.” The cat spoke. You froze. “FUCK! OF COURSE I’M STUPID ENOUGH TO SUMMON A DEMON AND NOT EXPECT FOR MY SOUL TO BE EATEN.” You yelled to the ceiling and Kuroo ran behind the couch, startled. 

Kuroo crept out from behind the couch when he realized the screaming was over, “I never said your soul would be eaten, I just said if your cat loses meaning to you, your soul will be dragged to the demon realm.” He blinked. “Same difference!” You snapped at him. You got up and sighed. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, but at least you weren’t so lonely.

Kuroo had turned back into a man and wrapped his arms around your waist. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to push him away. “You’re cold. Humans can’t stand being cold from my experience. Your cells don’t do well with the cold and start to shrivel up and die causing irreversible damage-” You tuned him out as he began rambling about the different effects of being cold. “-I just want to make sure my human is okay.” He purred.You relaxed and just let him hold you. It had been a while since someone had held you like that and you weren’t complaining. The purring made you feel like you were holding, your sweet, little cat. You felt Kuroo freeze at your lack of movement. 

“Are you okay?” “Yeah… Can we just stay like this for a bit.” Your voice sounded tight and you felt emotional. You were so touched starved and it was taking a toll on you. Kuroo just sighed and hugged you tighter. “You can’t get too attached, you’ll end up dying.” You shook your head. ”You remind me of my cat.” Kuroo chuckled. “The purring helps.” After a little bit you jolted. “Oh, frick. I’m sorry.” You bowed in apology and Kuroo just waved it off. “It happens to the best of us.” He walked away and shifted, “Besides, We’ll be together for a while.” 

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Once the whole fiasco with Kuroo was finished, you were able to work and life went back to normal. Well… With the exception of having a nerdy cat around. Kuroo was exceptionally great company and was very cuddly as a cat. He never allowed to be alone. Always following and watching, he didn’t allow you to be alone for more the five minutes at a time. He would make you cook almost every meal for him and make you sit down and eat with him. He slept in your bed, laid on the toilet when you showered and basically took over your entire life. This continued for six months until one day Kuroo stopped. He stopped talking to you, eating with you, sleeping with you. He completely isolated himself from you without explanation. He stayed in your guest room, only coming out to see if you were still home. It sucked.

You were fed up. The next time you saw him, you were confronting him.

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That was a month ago. He hasnt come out his room for an entire month. You now moped around you house and cried over your cat’s picture. Sometimes you sobbed out loud hoping that Kuroo would hear and come to your rescue, but it never happened. He had gotten you so used to affection and care that when he ripped it away from you, you were becoming depressed. 

You decided enough was enough and knocked on the guest room door. “Kuroo… Can I come in?” You asked softly in fear of rejection. The door slowly opened and you entered.

You were met with sad yellow eyes and a frown on Kuroo’s usually smug face. You reached out to him and he seemed to fly into your arms. “I thought you were begin to hate me and I thought if i isolated myself you wouldn’t hate me.” He whimpered and you breathed out a laugh. “I thought you were beginning to hate me, Kuroo. I was worried that i was getting too attached and you were trying to tell me that you didn’t to be around me anymore.” Kuroo gasped and looked into your eyes, “That’s not true, you love for your cat is still as strong as it was when you summoned me.” He buried his face into your neck. “If anything I was the one gettin attached…” He mumbled into your neck and you smiled. “So, I’m assuming that its okay for me to get attched too?” Kuroo looked up at you and smiled, “Of course…” He whispered while leaning in to kiss your lips.

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A few months passed and your relationship with Kuroo had grown strong. You constantly reminded yourself of your cat that had now been dead for over year and you still mourned him like it was yesterday. Kuroo never minded, he understood. Not wanton to be the cause of your death, he encouraged your grieving and gave you the proper space to do so. When you were done, he would always come back to you and comfort you until the left over feelings were gone for the most part. 

Kuroo had been the most patient and loving boyfriend you had ever had. He made you feel loved and secure, he made you feel wanted and welcomed. He told you random facts about chemistry every moring and jokes about physics every night. He always made sure that you felt more than enough and tried his best to fill the void that your hardships had left behind. All in all, Kuroo is the best boy and makes sure you know that.

[sweetnestor]

12 Days | Chapter 8.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

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“I want to ask what the origin story behind this is, but I think I’m better off not knowing,” Tom typed. He attached a “selfie” wearing a bright blue shirt with the word “Wowie” printed on it in a strange fashion. Then, he sent the whole thing to Ethan.

He did see the other texts from the boy that he received the evening before, but Tom was dying to show this to him now. He finally had a look at what Ethan’s “merch” was like. To say he was not expecting “wowie” on a t-shirt was an understatement. Why “wowie”?

Halfway through editing this video, Tom kind of despised Ethan… and he definitely hated the word “Wowie” with a burning passion. It wasn’t all bad, though. Tom had spent the day with a funny pair of people: Parker and Andrew. He didn’t have to consciously act like Ethan to get along with the pair. They were so graciously weird that seeing their friend act out of character was considered normal for them… if that made any sense. The three of them, along with Amy, made a video together that was about this awful blue t-shirt. A promotional video, and instead of having a whole filming crew complete with camera men and editors, it was all self made. It was impressive, don’t get him wrong, but Tom only thrived when he was on camera, not behind the scenes.

It was a minute and a half long video, yet it was taking ages for him to put it all together. Not to mention, Tom was awaiting an update from Ethan about Zendaya. Earlier, he had said that she wanted to talk, and god knows what that was supposed to mean. On top of that, Bella was getting a little harder to handle.

Tom had invited her to come along to shoot the video, but she had gotten immensely sheepish and timid when she heard about the people who would be joining them. She made an excuse about having emails to answer and business Skype meetings to have. She only returned to his apartment after hearing that Parker, Andrew, and Amy had left for the day, and even then she just stayed in the living room while Tom finished the video. Weird, but whatever.

A few hours later, Tom could say he was proud of what he had created. The video was very sarcastic, and kind of funny, but it got the message across: “Buy this ugly ass shirt.” Really, he didn’t see the appeal, but Ethan’s fans sure did. The shirt had been on sale on Ethan’s merch store all month, and as of today, there were only ten days left to buy it. Tom learned all of this through Parker, who had a hand in running the store. Thank god he wasn’t left in completely in the dark.

Thing is, Tom easily learned about different aspects of this kid’s life. He knew the girlfriend, a good amount of the friends, and just enough about his personality to get by. The hard part was the YouTube stuff, because everyone around him assumed that he knew what he was doing. They all assumed he was Ethan. How bizarre would it be if Ethan just suddenly asked for help on the basics of editing a simple video? How long would it be for someone to figure that this wasn’t Ethan, that it was somebody else? What would they do, besides throw him in an asylum?

A knock on the bedroom door snapped Tom out of his thoughts. He pulled off his headphones and granted access.

Bella came in, an unreadable expression on her face. “Hey…”

“Hi, love,” Tom greeted, turning in his chair to face her.

She stepped in, looking around the room as she tangled her fingers together. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, I’m just…” She sighed. “This is really stupid, like really stupid…”

“Oh, how bad could it be?” he asked, putting on a kind smile, despite how nervous the sudden tension made him.

Bella picked at her nails to fill the silence. But she finally asked in a soft voice, “why didn’t you ask me to be in your video?”

Honestly, Tom had been hoping she had that conversation with her real boyfriend. Even he found it weird that the “talking to women” bit from the video starred Amy. Why not Bella? It probably wasn’t something to fuss about, but the girl’s nerves radiated for miles, it made Tom himself feel like he had done something wrong. He didn’t even know how to respond.

“I mean, you and Parker came up with the video idea like what? Two weeks ago,” she rambled, “and you guys came up with the ‘talking to girls’ thing and your first thought was Amy? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I-I mean she did come up with the shirt design…”

Ah, so that was the culprit.

“I-It’s not that I wanted to slap you - uh, fake slap you for a video,” Bella went on, her voice getting shaky, “i-it’s just you didn’t think to ask me, I don’t know. Am I freaking out over nothing?”

“You freak out over everything,” Tom said without thinking. There was a small pause before he turned back to the computer.

“I know, it’s what I do,” Bella said, not seeming offended by that statement. “It probably wasn’t a big deal. I shouldn’t have bothered you, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Any other thoughts, concerns?” It was half sarcastic, but she took the bait.

“I’ve been… having dreams…”

Ethan was supposed to know that tone, what that particular phrase meant. Tom, on the other hand, was clueless.

“Naughty dreams?”

“No.” Bella’s tone was serious now. She paced around the small recording space, still picking at her nails. “Bad dreams. I’ve had dreams like this before… Ethan, please don’t make me say it.”

It had been five days since the switch, five days of being this girl’s boyfriend, and Tom was getting more and more impatient.

“Don’t talk about it then,” he said with a shrug. “If it’s really that scary, or disturbing, or whatever it is... then you don’t need to speak of it.”

Again, it was silent. Tom definitely said the wrong thing, but he didn’t know how to handle a girl with anxiety. He could barely handle Zendaya, even though he hoped to fix things with her.

“You’re probably right,” Bella spoke at last. She turned on her heel towards the door. “No one wants to remember that time, especially me.” She stopped at the doorway and looked back at him. “Oh, and I just figured out why I was freaking out over Amy. It’s been almost a year since Mark left me for her.”

Whoa. What would Ethan say to that? What would Ethan think about his girlfriend mentioning her ex?

Speaking of the ex, Tom’s phone dinged on his desk. Mark had texted him. Admittedly, Tom wasn’t really texting anyone consistently apart from Ethan. He had also ignored Mark’s texts from the other day, so there was a chance he wasn’t on good terms with the boss.

“Hey look man, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but I need an answer. Are you going to be returning to work anytime soon? Or do we need to make a public statement that you don’t work for me anymore? I’m not trying to put pressure on you, or anything with malice. I just need to know what’s going on business wise.”

Public statement? So the fans knew Mark had editors? And there had to be something said publicly when something changed behind the scenes? Is that how YouTube works?

“I think my girlfriend is hung up on you, you’re the last person I need to see right now,” Tom typed for literally no other reason except to see if it sounded like something his other half would say. He chuckled to himself after deeming that it was too ridiculous and out of line and went to delete it…

You know when you mean to do one thing but instead do another? Yeah, Tom somehow mixed up the ‘send’ key and the ‘backspace’ key, and well…

“Fuck!” he snapped, sitting up in his chair, watching as the angry text sent. “No, no, no, no! Shit!”

Oh god, Ethan was so fired.

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Tom didn’t have the heart to tell Ethan about the wonderful conversation he had with Mark following that text. He read through the messages he received while he was editing over and over again just to avoid telling him what went down. Ethan seemed excited to be in Montreal.

“So guess I have a workout tomorrow morning? Wish me luck bc I’ll actually die.” That’ll be fun to hear about, but it didn’t settle the knot in Tom’s stomach.

“I’m almost ok with the switch if it means getting to stay in this house dude it’s so nice?? I’m never leaving.” Tom was not okay with the switch. He wanted to be in that house right now, leave Ethan with the mess that he made.

“I finished the wowie video. I hate the word wowie. Please never say it again,” he typed and sent before reading the rest of the texts. He noticed that Ethan will either be completely silent, or send multiple texts at once. No in between.

“Also,,,,, fuck kinda friendship you got with Harrison? You give each other lap dances???” Ethan asked. Oh no. Oh god. “Not judging, just wish I’d known you were rejecting zendaya for ur best m8 lolol.”

Tom literally groaned out loud and palmed his forehead. Then, he frantically sent, “IT WASNOTHING WE DONT SPEAK OF IT SHUT UP.” No way he was getting into that with this guy. He wouldn’t understand.

The next message didn’t help very much. “Speaking of Daya, we talked today. She asked abot how you feel and what you thought you 2 had going on. Made it clear it was her choice what happened, but that you’re just friends? Idk man how DO you feel?”

“Anyway, the videos were good. Much better than Tyler’s first edits for sure. Good job, I’m impressed.”

“Shooting starts tomorrow so I’m off to learn everything there is to know about acting…….. By watching some movie wiht the guys, gn.”

Tom sat there for a few minutes, trying to word any of the thoughts in his head. Why couldn’t have Ethan made the Zendaya decision for him? He seems like a nice guy, he’s had a girlfriend for six months, and she didn’t seem tired of him!

“I’ll deal with her when we switch back… by the way when are we gonna switch back??? Anyway, have a good night mate, have a pint for me!”

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[sweetnestor]

12 Days | Chapter 7.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

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bonus: the videos that “tom recorded/edited”: x x

Waking up to texts from the guy you switched lives with was like waking up to texts from a needy girlfriend. Except instead of affectionate “good morning”s, you get things like, “Oh god. Try not to ruin my channel thx 😅” and other things like, “Don’t worry about Sean. He’s a good guy and he’s helped Bella through a lot. They’re friends and nothing more.”  Oh wait, that’s what Tom needed to know. It was vital information about this life. Well, Sean was already gone, so maybe it wasn’t as important to know now, but still.

There were two more. One made his heart ache. “You have the most beautiful dog and I love her.” Tom missed his little Tess more than anything. He was supposed to be one cuddling with her.

The next one read: “Also this time zone difference is insane, I’m never gonna sleep.”

Tom decided to leave him on read, since he had nothing new to report. Then, he thought about what he had to do today, and a bout of nerves formed in his stomach. Today, he had to successfully record a video as Ethan Nestor. Why was this more stressful than being on a movie set? Why did this make him want to shit his pants more than giving a speech at an awards show, or going to a movie premiere?

There was literally no one else in the room, and Tom was anxious about how he would sound and act. How far could binge watching a bunch of videos late at night get him? Would Ethan’s fans figure out what was really going on? Tom’s own fans were frighteningly incredible at playing detective, he could only guess what Ethan’s would be like. He hadn’t even checked how people reacted to the video that was posted today.

After looking through the files on the computer, Tom stumbled across a game titled “Dream Daddy.” What the fuck kind of games was this guy into? He looked into it a little more, and then discovered what exactly this game was and who made it. Wasn’t really helpful, but what choice did he have?

He also had to Google search how to record the computer screen, cursing Sonji under his breath as he did so. Why did she specifically choose Tom and Ethan to switch? Why couldn’t it have been two nobodies with boring office jobs?

A spark of curiosity hit him. Tom typed “swapping lives” in the search engine, only to receive links to a fiction book with that very title. Next, he tried “soul swapping,” and that was when the Internet connection decided to dramatically slow down.

“Sonji,” Tom whispered as he narrowed his eyes. Whatever, he had more important things to do anyway.

Once he turned on the camera and lights, Tom began right away. He opened the game, and was pleasantly surprised at the dreamlike, whimsical music that started playing. He did a little dance to the music, completely bullshitting what he was doing. It works, right?

He got the god awful intro out of the way. “What is up my cranky crew? It’s Ethan from CrankGameplays and today we are here in Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator!”

The game was actually really fun. Good story, good dialogue.Tom made sure to comment on all of it as he played. He almost made himself as a dad before remembering that he was pretending to be somebody else. This daddy had to have blue hair and glasses. Yes, he had discovered how blind Ethan was after driving in his car a couple of times.

Anyway, recording was the easy part. He just had to act extra dorky and say “oh boy!” every now and again. He also made up a story about having a “horse phase.” Editing was where things got tricky. Firstly, the facecam footage was corrupted, and took ages to get it all back. Then, it was out of sync with the gameplay, which was even more confusing because the last video didn’t have this problem. Cutting out footage was harder than it should have been. It was a nightmare, and Tom grew more and more irritated as he went through it. Lastly, timing the ridiculously long outro music with Ethan’s equally god awful outro phrase (“So thank you guys so much for watching! Hope you enjoyed it, if you did make sure to slap that like button right in the face and I will see you guys in the next video! Love you all, stay cranky, bye!”) was a fucking challenge. Tom just didn’t get it. Wasn’t this supposed to be easy?

Somehow, he got the video done by the noon. Even after that, he had to make a thumbnail on Photoshop after noticing all the ones on the other videos. So Tom had to learn how to use another program as well. He needed a nap after getting through all of it.

Just as he started to come down from the stress, his phone started to blow up. Tom snatched the device from the desk and unlocked it, hoping to hear from Ethan. Instead, it was three different texts from Bella, Mark, and Amy.

Bella: “Good video today!! Are you coming over?”

Mark: “Oh so you decided to keep your channel going. Feel up to coming back to work yet? No rush.”

Amy: “We still on for tomorrow?”

That last message would have been very concerning, had Tom not remembered that Amy was Mark’s girlfriend. The only person he responded to was Bella. After that, he got ready to go.

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There are plenty of things you don’t really think about when you switch lives with another person. Well, you think of the main things like, general personality, the person’s friends and significant others, their job. You don’t really think about things like how this person responds and reacts to their fans. You don’t think about their attention span, the way they fidget, or which leg they put into their jeans first. You don’t think about how they act with their friends versus how they act with their significant other. You really don’t think about what kind of gift he would get for his girlfriend on their six month anniversary.

Tom was bloody lucky that Bella hadn’t heard him enter her apartment that afternoon. He overheard her making a video in her bedroom, where he heard the words “get ready with me,” “date night,” and “anniversary.” Panicked, Tom bolted out of the building, hopped back in the car, and drove off to the closest mall. Part of him wanted to call Ethan and yell at him for not telling him about this, he had the chance to when his phone dinged four times on the ride to the mall. Tom was just trying hard to think up a decent gift on his own. They couldn't help each other, correct?

Eventually, he found something. It wasn’t much, but he could only hope that she wouldn’t mind. Tom had already fucked up with her once, he couldn’t do it again. Apparently, not only was a Pop Funko Spider-Man keychain a decent gift, it was sentimental and perfect for Bella. She nearly teared up when Tom brought it to her later on.

This anxiety thing she had must have been really serious. Bella told him all about how she hadn’t been to the cinema in years because of her panic attacks, and that Homecoming was the first movie she had seen from start to finish without any anxious interruptions. She was very proud of that, and she was happy that she experienced it with Ethan.

If only Ethan were here to see this moment… Actually, he could.

Bella fell asleep later in the afternoon. She was squashed between Tom and the back of the sofa, sleeping somewhat soundly on his chest, or practically on top of him. The physical affection was nice, but Tom wished it was someone else. Thankfully, he had his phone in his hand, so he was able to open the new messages he got literally behind his girlfriend’s back.

He had five new messages, four were the ones from Ethan earlier today, and the last one was from someone called Parker.

“Signed a billion posters, pls work on your signature it’s so much longer than it has to be dude.” Oh please, at least Tom signs his actual name as opposed to Ethan, who apparently signs things with his YouTube name.

“You’ve got a great family dude. Really, they’re all great.” Tom missed his family too. His missed his mother's pancakes.

“On my way to Montreal now for Chaos Walking pre shooting stuff i don’t really know.” That's going to be an adventure.

“I swear if I have to work out I’ll die alright gn?”

Tom rolled his eyes and sent something back. “Thought I completely fucked up your relationship, but it’s all good now!” As a follow up, he added: “Now I’ll be spending my six month anniversary with the missus! Night mate x”

He attached a photo of his current position, giving a smug expression to the camera. Ethan will get a kick out of that, that’s for sure.

“Who ya texting?” asked the sleepy girl lying on him, who could hear the ticking of the keyboard.

Tom was busy reading the next message, it was a little confusing. First of all, who the hell is Parker? Second of all, what the hell did Tom have to do with him tomorrow? And why did it involve Amy? What was with all these “don’t forget tomorrow”s? Why couldn’t anyone be straight up anymore?

I’m looking at you, Sonji, Tom thought just as his phone dinged, indicating that an email had arrived.

From: psychiclady420@fuckyou.net

I told you you gotta learn a lesson now leave me alone you asswipe!!

Tom, wide eyed, silently locked his phone and put it down for the rest of the day.

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tag list: @marie-is-in-the-dark @beardedsteveslut @ohsnapitzmoony [idk why it wont let me tag you asdhlk]

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