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RWRB FirstPrince Tech-Based Fun Recs

Texting, Online Dating, Instagram, Wrong Number, Social Media, etc. Click below for my favorites!

my husband by @coffeecatsme. T, 750 words. This isn’t the first time Alex roped Henry into a TikTok prank—there are videos of there with millions of views and enough compilations of Henry’s exasperated face that it’s become a meme.

Or, Alex ropes Henry into the latest TikTok couple prank.

Toe the Line by @orchidscript. G, 1k. Henry plays piano while Alex studies. Alex gets caught live-streaming. Henry has a response handy.

swipe right on me by coffeecatsme. T, 1.3k. Henry is scrolling through a profile—a redhead with freckles and a toothy grin that apparently made gym his personality. Alex almost wants to cry when Henry swipes right. Then, there’s the brunette he swipes left on, the Asian man with a dog he lingers before he swipes left as well, and then—

Alex drops his pen on the desk. That’s his profile.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married by vibrantsaturn. T, 1.3k.

Prince Henry @PrinceHenryUKI adore you so much, darling. Never change.

Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcdthat's cute i would literally go to federal prison for you

who's afraid of little old me? (you should be) by @waterloolovers. G, 1.7k.

les 🤠 | fratboy acd truther @agcdiazzz

so has anybody actually seen henry since his abdication bc like… he was seen getting into a car with acd at the airport and it’s been 3 months

call it what you want by vibrantsaturn. T, 1.9k. Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd

guys it's 3am and i just found henry crying to taylor swift in the kitchen in the refrigerator light i love this motherfucker so much

Prince Henry @PrinceHenryUK

She makes me feel things.

Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd

BABY SHE MAKES ALL OF US FEEL THINGS

william @alltoounwell

THERE'S NO WAY HE JUST CALLED PRINCE HENRY MOTHERFUCKER LMAO

or,

Alex live tweeting his favourite FirstPrince moments. That's it. That's the fic.

all i do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme by dreakawa. M, 2.2k. Comments flood the screen as more and more viewers arrive in the chat. Alex knows he looks like hell, but quite honestly, he doesn't care; he's had half of a bottle of whiskey and needs to get his feelings out there somehow. Fuck it.

His fingers grip the bridge of his guitar as he continues.

“I've been listening to a lot of music, and especially a lot of The Killers. There were a few different songs I'd considered playing today but one stuck out to me and… well, here we go.”

AKA: Singer!Alex pours his (broken) heart out via song on a livestream one week after Henry ghosted him.

let's be friends (so we can make out) by eclvpsed. NR, 2.2k.

Henry Fox ✓ @HenryFox

Thanks for the cover feature @gaytimes. New issue out now.

19K Retweets 26.1K Quotes 118K Likes

alex claremont-diaz ✓ @theacd

no guillotine could take away the head i need to give him

76.2K Retweets 55.6K Quotes 462K Likes

OR, actor!Alex Claremont-Diaz publicly thirst tweets about actor!Henry Fox because he is a delinquent and a plague in every universe.

Ever After Era by badmetaphors, gleefulfoxes. T, 2.3k. The Super Six watching the Ever After finale as told by their group chat and the aftermath on Twitter

watch before it ends by @indomitable-love. G, 2.4k. He should be working on this essay so he can spend more time with Henry this weekend. He really, really should be working on this essay. But.

But.

Henry is going live on Instagram.

Bold Statement by regularis_vas. T, 2.4k. Alex attends Milan Fashion Week with Nora and June. they arrive outside the Dior fashion show and let’s say… Alex turns heads.

Alex goes shirtless, Ellen nearly has a stroke and the internet goes wild. (So does Henry)

A Thousand Words by Thunder_Cakes. G, 2.5k. After that Han/Leia mural both their accounts go silent for a while. For months, actually.

They’re both in therapy after Alex tried to post a selfie with June after election night and had a panic attack before he could hit “Share.” Suddenly the thought of sharing the details of his life and loved ones with the world is paralyzing. Wonder why.

or: Alex, Henry and what they choose to share of their life

Bacardi and Hot Sauce by httpstobes. T, 2.5k. Henry’s words are slurred, and Pez hits the ‘Add to Story’ button without a second thought before tossing his phone aside. The song Murder on the Dancefloor comes on, and both of them jump up to scream the lyrics.

That’s the last Percy remembers of that evening; Henry had blacked out a long time before that. Fuckin’ lightweight.

OR: Pez accidentally posts a video of Henry thirsting over Alex. They go on Hot Ones together the day afterwards.

spread (me on your) sheets by @everwitch-magiks. E, 2.6k. Alex creates a sex quiz to determine how well people’s bedroom preferences align with his own. After a night of too much tequila, he sends it to a lot of people.

One blond, blue-eyed respondent scores a hundred. - Also, companion fic Alex Claremont-Diaz’s Comprehensive Coitus Questionnaire by stutteringpeach (M, 2.6k).

come pick me up by @smc-27. T, 3k. ‘I’m here for you’

He can tell that the person will receive that as a text message as well as in the app, which is a relief because sometimes people like, order rides then absolutely pay no fucking attention to the app. It’s really annoying to have to wait forever for folks.

’Thank you. I’m going through a difficult time currently, so this means a lot.’

Alex stares at the message he received, frowning, and then another comes through.

‘Apologies. I’ve lost all my contacts. Who is this?’

Oh, Christ. This is going to be awkward as fuck.

’This is your Uber driver. I’m outside.’

OR, Alex is an Uber driver. Henry needs a ride the airport.

freddie by @coffeecatsme. T, 3.3k. “Didn’t know BuzzFeed was still relevant enough to do interviews.” He watches a grin spread on Henry’s face, and the glint in his eyes is enough to tell Alex that whatever it is, it’ll at least be fun. “What?” he asks, tugging Henry’s hands. “What is it?”

“They just might be relevant enough for this.” Henry’s palms close around Alex’s cheeks, brushing his curls away. “They asked whether we’d be interested in doing a puppy interview.”

Something To Be Proud Of by @cha-melodius. M, 3.3k. Henry stares at the carbon copy of the email in his inbox and wills time to go backwards. Just a few minutes, that’s all he needs. Enough time to go back and keep autocorrect from transforming whatever he’d typed after ‘he’ in his pronouns after his name into… that.

(Or, an unfortunate typo in an email, lots of dick jokes, and the joy of finding yourself at Pride.)

how would you feel if i told you i loved you? by @waterloolovers. NR, 3.3k. He lasts all of five minutes before he’s opening the link to start a message to Alex.

‘I have been in love with you since the moment I first saw you, but I’m too scared to tell you x’

twitter fox hunting by alyaasca. T, 3.5k. In the middle of another war with twitter bots, Alex notices that the comment 'my pussy in bio' comes from a weird account and goes to explore. There is, indeed, a pussy in bio. A furry one. A cat named Snowflake.

well we're not here to fuck ducks by @dumbpeachjuice. M, 3.7k. Henry is looking for someone to help him with his duck study. He makes quite a serious typo in his 'All Staff' email.

Text Me, Rate Me, If You Want to Date Me by @happinessofthepursuit. E, 3.8k. “He gets over his initial nerves about making conversation fairly quickly, realizing that he has nothing to lose as long as he’s completely anonymous. But Alex still doesn’t really know how to reply to low-effort photos of dicks.

One day, he opens a message to a particularly poorly lit photo of a half-hard cock with minimal grooming. Before he can think twice, Alex replies, ‘2/10, no thank u’ and suddenly, he has his answer.”

Or, Alex rates dicks on Grindr, and Henry has the perfect cock.

kiss me through the phone by @violetbaudelaire-quagmire. M, 3.9k.

[Unknown Number] *Attached image: a shirtless, tanned torso, cropped at the top of shoulders, holding up two brightly patterned ties* which 1?

Excuse me?

or, Alex accidentally texts the wrong number and then just never stops.

self-rec of my contribution to the fandom: Shoot Your Shot. M, 4.2k. Jimmy raises his eyebrows in anticipation. “First celebrity crush?”

As usual, Alex’s mouth is moving before his mind can catch up.

“Oh,” he gestures, like this is both obvious and the easiest question he’s ever been asked. “Prince Henry.”

checkmate by eclvpsed. G, 4.2k.

Alex Claremont-Diaz ✓ @theagcd

let’s be honest the closet was made of glass

110K Retweets 97.7K Quotes 475.2K Likes

Alex Claremont-Diaz ✓ @theagcd

i literally went viral last year for staring at arthur fox on the met gala carpet and yall thought i wouldn’t want to climb his son like a tree too

281.2K Retweets 137K Quotes 853.4K Likes

OR, actor!Alex confesses that singer!Henry was his bi awakening, so Henry casts him as the love interest in his new music video. Seen through stantwt.

i would stay forever by vibrantsaturn. T, 4.5k.

Henry Fox @HenryFox

I can’t stand him

[alex covered in cake, flipping off the camera]

Pez @likethesweets

send help they’re flirting on the tl

Alex Claremont-Diaz @theagcd

you know i love a london boy

Three times is a pattern by @clottedcreamfudge. T, 4.8k. “Hi,” an amused voice says on the other end of the line. “You’re through to Alex at L&G. Can I start by taking your name please?”

“Henry,” he admits, although the lure of a false name is calling to him like a siren song. “I’m – look, how long were you on the line just now?”

There’s a pause before the man answers. “I’m legally obligated to advise you that these calls are recorded for training and monitoring purposes. Is that enough of an answer?”

Henry just about manages not to swear. “Thank you. Unfortunately that is very clear.”

“Great. How can I help you today, Henry?”

He wonders if they offer euthanasia.

One Number Away by smc_27. T, 4.9k. “Hello?” a confused sounding voice on the other end of the line says.

It is not Pez. Pez doesn’t answer like that. With the fanfare of “my dearest Hazza” or “my sweet prince” or “you absolutely unforgivable scoundrel.” Only the first of these has any root in truth or accuracy.

Also, Pez is not American.

“I’m sorry. You’re not…Not Pez. Right. I’m sorry.”

OR: Henry dials a wrong number. Alex answers.

fall back into place by @vibrantsaturn. T, 5.1k. The hardest thing about being in love with Henry, Alex thinks, is keeping it a secret.

or,

People have been shipping Alex, a recording breaking musician, and Henry, a five time Academy Award winner, for years, despite them never interacting in public, or even following each other on social media. They've been secretly married all this time.

if evil, why so cute? by everwitch. E, 5.4k. Alex’s cat hates Alex, but loves Henry, the Bookstagram influencer who’s on vacation in Alex’s quiet seaside town. And while Alex is pretty salty about his grumpy cat’s inexplicable affection for a complete stranger, he must admit he can see the appeal; Henry is fucking gorgeous. It’s why Alex follows him on Instagram in the first place. It's just, Alex had never thought he’d be officially introduced to Henry by his own goddamn cat.

Or: Henry takes a two-week vacation to a seaside cabin with the intent to read a lot of books. Instead, he has a lot of sex.

Are You Screwing With Me? by @rmd-writes. E, 6.5k. Alex is only downloading Grindr because he’s curious. It doesn’t fucking mean anything, right? And when he answers a call for help from a very hot neighbour – who has no business having a shoulder-to-waist ratio like that – he’s just being friendly. It definitely doesn’t mean that he’s going to discover things about himself that he’d assumed were just passing curiosity.

Or, the Grindr meet-cute AU

I hope you don't mind that I put it down in words by knowledgeiscake. T, 7.2k. NBC News @nbcnews

Journalist Alleges First Son Alexander Claremont-Diaz Cheated with Him on Vice President’s Granddaughter Nora Holleran

An epistolary fic blending the book and movie verses where ACD gets outed by Miguel before Philip and Martha's wedding even happens

and you can tell everybody by @14carrotghoul. M, 7.7k. Rising star Alex Claremont-Diaz slowly reveals his secrets to the masses.

Give You The World by quill_and_ink. E, 7.9k. Alex loves to tease Henry in his TikTok videos. For his birthday, Henry turns the tables.

(Door)Dash to the Heart by bleedingballroomfloor. M, 8.1k. The man looks up when Henry opens the door. "Henry?"

Henry clears his throat. "That's me," he manages.

"Cool," the man says. "You're making me hungry for breakfast with this order, man. Which is bad for me, because my breakfast is usually just coffee, and there's no way I can drink that this late."

"Uh," Henry says. He's pretty sure dashers don't talk this much during orders.

"Anyway," the man says, handing the bag of food to Henry, "enjoy your night."

Five times Henry gets late-night food from his insanely hot DoorDasher Alex, and one time they get food together at a normal time.

Bake It Til You Make It by OrchidScript. T, 8.4k. The chaos dead-ended in a linked TikTok video. By the looks of it, just a pasty-faced white dude in a tee shirt with a mug of… something. Why that would be interesting to anyone, Alex didn’t know and didn’t guess. He rolled his eyes and clicked on it anyway.

“Are you serious?” He asked, a second later dissolving into laughter. The video froze, a small banner appearing over a stagnant image reading 'Man Pleasing Appetizers 1971'.

Blondie was a Brit, and Alex wasn’t going to lay there and say that didn’t do something for him. He’d come to terms with his bisexuality enough to know that made the stranger hotter — even just the littlest bit. Especially when the video started rolling again

Alex falls down the rabbit hole of an H.J. Fox's Tiktok videos, falling a little bit in love with the terrors and treasures of cooking past he finds there, while recovering from a sinus infection. Back in class and confronted by H.J. Fox -- Henry Fox, to be exact -- in the lecture seat next to him, Alex does what any normal, well-adjusted adult would do: He suggests his recipes, just to watch Henry make them.

Will Alex get to watch his cake and eat it too, or will he get something sweeter than hoped for?

Amazed at How We Talk (Once, Successfully) by @sparklepocalypse. E, 8.7k. And, well. Fuck that guy. Alex isn’t about to rub elbows with people who can’t even stand to be in the same room as him.

Alex isn’t sulking when he sidles up to the bar and steals a man’s whisky. He also isn’t sulking when he obtains a second glass, this one neat. Or when he snags a large plate of canapés from one of the waitstaff and nonchalantly strolls out of the room.

(Movieverse; a riff on the trope that asks, What if Cakegate didn't happen?)

do you think i've forgotten about you? by @vibrantsaturn. T, 9.3k. Henry and Alex are singer-songwriters who've been dating each other on-and-off for ten years, and talking to each other through lyrics while dating other people.

The importance of the 'recall email' feature by clottedcreamfudge. E, 9.6k. "What did that email even say?" Bea interrupts him again, and he glares at her.

"He was asking for an extension."

"Scandalous," she says drily, and he rolls his eyes, stealing the umbrella from her mocktail and wondering whether or not he could use it to end his misery.

"He... addressed me in a fairly comical way. It was quite rude, but apparently unintentional. We've all been there."

Pez nods solemnly. "I once called my tutor 'Carrie' when in fact her name was 'Carey'. Incredibly embarrassing. I couldn't look her in the eye for a week."

"Er, yes," Henry says haltingly. "Yes, just like that."

Well It Ain't Missionary by @everwitch-magiks. E, 11k. Alex Claremont-Diaz, a ballet dancer, is asked to list his ‘favorite positions.’ His hilariously suggestive answer goes viral, as does the unexpectedly flustered reaction to it by the Internet’s very own FoxySexEd. So obviously, Alex has to slide into Henry’s DMs. How could he resist? When a man that attractive wants your dick, only a fool would pass.

Henry is surprising. He wants to be pushed around, thrown for a loop, and he wants Alex to do it for him. But whenever Alex tries to soften his landing, Henry clams up like he’s been burned.

Alex can work around that, obviously. He's a dancer. If you're gonna toe the line just right, pointe shoes are a must.

Or: Alex and Henry fuck. Not in missionary.

whenever you're ready by @tedddylupin. E, 12k. “Pez. Please, will you stop tagging me in TikTok thirst traps?” Henry asked as he stepped into his friend’s car.

Pez lowered his Gucci sunglasses on his nose, looking at Henry without anything obscuring his vision and just laughed before pushing them back up with his middle finger. “Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you love them.”

Or: the one where Henry falls in lust with a TikToker making pottery and leaves drunken thirst comments

once, successfully by vibrantsaturn. M, 12k. Grindr, once (un)successfully, etc., etc.

misdial by rizcriz. T, 13k. His phone starts ringing as he’s wringing the coffee out of his shirt in the tiny coffee shop bathroom. He groans, sliding his finger over the answer button as he pulls his shirt up. “June,” he says, as politely and patiently as he can muster, “Now’s really not a great time.”

A distinctly male voice that does not belong to his sister, says, “Er.” He drops his chin and looks down at the counter, where a blond haired beauty is staring up at him from a facetime call. In the top corner, Alex can see what the man sees; himself, partially shirtless, standing over the phone, his abs dripping with coffee.

Alex has no idea who the fuck this man is.

Or, the facetime call that changed Alex's life.

Everyone Knows Who You Are by smc_27. T, 26k. Look, it’s not that he doesn’t feel influencers deserve representation or have complex management needs. It’s just any time he’s met with an influencer, he’s not only had next to nothing in common with them, but he’s also got no bloody clue what they’re talking about half the time. It’s a world far away from the one he typically resides in. He deals with authors and musicians and the occasional up and coming tennis player or gymnast or swimmer. His niche.

He walks into Conference Room B and sees Alex Claremont-Diaz sitting there in a smart black button down shirt, unbuttoned just enough to be devastating but not inappropriate. Henry’s boss is there, too.

When Alex sees Henry, he smiles, but also gives a discreet look up and down. Oh, god. No.

We’ll Invite Something In by smc_27. E, 26k. Alex is grinning a little too hard.

This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.

The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Ignite My Heart by @absoluteaudacitywrites. M, 30k. “So, I’m making you an account and we’re going to swipe right on some men and you can thank me later,” Pez says.

The 'We met on Tinder' AU

RWRB YouTube Interviews series by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. M, 31k. Hot Ones, etc

Hashtag Soulmates by everwitch. E, 44k. Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

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green-typewriterz · 1 year ago

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Can you write some angsty stuff followed by fluff. Something with Harry styles.

Basically reader being heavier and insecure had no male attention all her life. She is a big time introvert and opens up after a lot of struggle. But her life changes when Harry makes an entry.

Until I Found You - Harry Styles

Harry Styles x fem!reader Summary: You’ve never been overly confident, but then someone comes along and makes you feel things you’ve never felt Warnings: angst to fluff, body insecurity, Harry being perfect as per usual Word count: 1K words

I hope this is what you were looking for lovely! Thank you so much for requesting!

You were no stranger to the judging stares that came with the industry you were in, fashion was a tough career as it is without everyone thinking you couldn’t be fashionable just because you weren’t thin. It’s not like you could escape it either, the main part of your job being styling overly self-obsessed celebrities who think they’re perfect and everyone else is ugly. You always tried to stay confident, posting outfit of the days and filtering out hate comments for your own mental health, but somehow some always got through and you would be lying if you said it never affected you.

You assumed this would be the same, some singer you didn’t really care enough about judging you and shitting on your outfit choices even though most of the time you put them in their own wardrobe and they were too stupid to realise they picked the clothes themselves. You walked into the dressing room to see this one particular celebrity talking with your PA who was helping him pick from the sequins you would later have to meticulously embroider.

“You must be Harry,” you spoke, walking over with your hand outstretched for him to shake, “I’m Y/N, I'm your designer!” He took your hand immediately, shaking it without breaking eye contact. He was wearing a simple short-sleeved t-shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. His hair was pushed back away from his face with a pair of brown Gucci sunglasses and he wore two necklaces, one made of pearl and the other a cross.

He smiled warmly before replying, “I know who you are. The famous Y/N Y/L/N? C’mon, you’re renowned. Thank you for taking the time to come and help me.” His voice was soft and genuine (which you will admit created butterflies in your stomach) then you quickly got to work on creating the outfit that he would wear to the Grammys. He pointed at crystals every now and then, commenting on how they’d match his shoes or his nails - which he planned to paint pink. At this current moment, they were a deep shade of blue, almost the same colour as his navy Adidas gazelles.

You had just assumed that Harry was just being nice but - though he was being polite - he found himself unable to take his eyes off of you. He had heard about you through the endless attack of hate that you got just for looking how you look. Harry never understood it, he thought you were beautiful, often seeing photos of you and thinking of Italian Renaissance statues.

The day ended quickly and for that, you couldn’t be happier. You got in your car and cried, tears hot against your cheeks as you thought back to how you felt that day. Harry didn’t stop staring at you, at your body. You knew that most people didn’t like how you looked, but the fact that he looked at you for so long. It made you want to shrink into the floor. You were still in your car, having just stopped crying when you reached the impulsive part of your breakdowns so you got out your phone and sent a tweet.

Y/N

So fucking sick of all this body hatred in my line of work. My body is beautiful purely because it is mine and it exists, get over it.

You immediately closed your phone, knowing you wouldn’t feel regret until the inevitable negative comments came a few hours later. You drove home and collapsed onto your sofa, feeling overly proud of yourself for what you had tweeted. Well, that was until you got a text message from Harry asking if the tweet was about him. You weren’t sure how to respond, not wanting to face the problem head-on this early. But, deciding it could only get worse, you replied.

Y/N

So?

There was no reply for a while, then:

Harry

We need to talk this through in person. Meet me in St James’ Park. Please. - H

You froze. No one had ever done this before. You knew that it was getting late, but something was drawing you there so you grabbed your coat and a pair of gloves before rushing out the door, the park only being a five-minute walk from you.

You debated walking up to him, standing there hoping he would keep his eyes on the sunset so you could just turn around and go. Of course that didn’t happen. “Y/N. I wanted to apologise for today. I sincerely promise I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

You crossed your arms, staring into his bright eyes. “Cut the shit. I have gotten the same treatment from every other celebrity I’ve worked with Harry. Each one thinks they're better than me because they have every person's dream body.” You spoke, your words creating a mist in the cold.

He shook his head and stepped closer. “I promise you. That’s not what I was thinking.”

You scoffed, looking away from him as you unfolded your arms. You didn’t believe him even though deep down you wanted to. He took your hands suddenly and you met his gaze again, his eyes filled with an emotion you’d never seen before.

“Is it so hard to believe that I find you intoxicatingly beautiful?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He stepped closer again. “Everything about you, call me corny but I feel like i haven’t seen beauty like yours since I saw the statues in Rome.”

You blushed as he slowly moved his hands from your hands to your waist, his soft grip settling there as if it were the place it was destined to be. You stared at his lips, seeing them curve into a soft smile full of adoration. He leaned in slowly, making sure you wanted the same as him. You met his lips in the cold, the taste of his mint gum lingering on his lips.

“I’ve always been crazy about you, Y/N.” He whispered as you pulled away. You rested your foreheads against one another, hands still on each other's waists. This was something you never wanted to end.

The sun had set a long while ago, but the two of you were still in the park, quietly talking as you held hands, looking at the stars from an old rickety bench. Harry liked you for both your body and your heart and that was something you thought you’d never get.

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themculibrary · 4 months ago

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Pepperony Soulmate AUs Masterlist

engraved (ao3) - TonyBabyStark1 T, 1k

Summary: Tony never thought that he'd end up here. It's crazy enough to have one soulmate who accepts him for what he is - but two? That seems highly unlikely.

Enthusiastically Floundering (ao3) - SStickperson G, 1k

Summary: His timer showed years, and that's not what he wanted to see ever. He didn't want to meet his soulmate: he was terrified.

Turns out to be the best thing in his life when he does see her. To think he doubted the Fates.

Exposed (ao3) - imgoingtocrash G, 2k

Summary: “You know how soulmates share things, sometimes?” Pepper asks. “Emotions, dreams, that kind of thing?”

It seems like a bit of a non-sequitur, but before Tony answers his usual response to soulmate questions—I probably don’t have one, I don’t really want one, and I think half of the connection shit is a psychological placebo people just want to believe in—the relevance clicks.

“Ah. Your person’s going through something.”

“Went through,” she answers curtly. “I fell asleep on the couch and I saw…”

She shakes her head, haunted.

She doesn’t elaborate.

Soulmates are connected in many facets, meaning sometimes your soulmate knows things you wish they didn’t. Pepper knows the details of the horrors Tony went through to get back home. Tony doesn’t know Pepper is his soulmate.

from the ashes love comes alive (ao3) - Menatiera E, 5k

Summary: December 16th isn't an easy date for Tony, and Pepper is ready for the emotional turmoils. It turns out way better than she expected, and they're both in for a surprise.

Her Healing Kiss is a Balm for His Soul (ao3) - shesthemuscle G, 1k

Summary: A quiet moment between soulmates Pepper and Tony where they invoke some soulmate magic to rid him of memories of the past.

it's always been you (ao3) - irondadismyreligon G, 3k

Summary: "You see, as the clock strikes midnight, on the very first second of any young person's sixteenth birthday, something peculiar, and very special occurs. It's a rite of passage that spans across the globe, regardless of culture and religion, something that connects almost every human in a distinct way, something that makes one human."

Tony Stark believes he will be the one in a million to have no soulmate. He just doesn't know how wrong he is.

It's You (Always Been) (ao3) - onthesandsofdreams T, 1k

Summary: His mother had not lived to know, that on his eighteen birthday, the words appeared on his left forearm. A phrase that made him puzzle over it, for it said, ‘Yes I did, what about it?’. It didn’t made much sense, but he also was not in the mood to consider that he was, apparently, gifted with a soulmate. After all, what joy there was, if his mother would never know?

Marked (ao3) - Dreamin T, 1k

Summary: Tony wonders why his soulmate tattoo says "Virginia" when it's Pepper who leaves him breathless.

My Heart in Your Hands (ao3) - secondalto E, 10k

Summary: Pepper won't ever let Tony see her mark, until she does.

Of Souls and their Meeting (ao3) - FriendLey T, 27k

Summary: Lord Antony Stark has finally received his mark. He hurriedly rides to the Soulmark Directory to determine the identity of his soulmate but is attacked by bandits on the way. He is saved by a Miss Virginia Potts who disapproves of soulmarks and the idea that her life is dictated by fate and the Gods. As Tony recovers, he tries to change Virginia's mind about soulmates but finds himself falling in love with her instead.

Pepper Potts and the Mysterious Soulmate (ao3) - FriendLey T, 8k

Summary: Based on the tweet that said “Soulmate AU where wizards and witches have each other’s patronus tattooed on their bodies. The tattoos show the emotions that your soulmate is feeling.”

Quarantine Dreams (ao3) - FriendLey T, 5k

Summary: Pepper has been having some really weird and vivid dreams ever since the quarantine began. Google says it’s normal. But Google never said anything about your dreams invading your waking life. Soulmate AU.

Soulmates (ao3) - AlexaNYDE T, 6k

Summary: Based off the Tumblr AU prompt: A person can only see in color when they meet their soulmate.

you outshine the morning sun (ao3) - scrambledhearts pepper/tony, minor or background relationships T, 27k

Summary: "J," Tony says, overcome with shock. "What's going on?"

"I believe, Sir," JARVIS replies, "that you have just met your soulmate."

Or: Tony Stark lives in a world that's partially grey, and will always stay that way. Unless he meets his soulmates, of course, in which case the colours will come flooding into his life. He just isn't sure he's ever going to meet them. Or if they even want to.

You're an asshole, but I love you (ao3) - Burnt-Ashes pre pepper/tony T, 3k

Summary: Both Tony and Pepper are disenchanted with the soulmate system: Tony because people keep breaking his heart and Pepper because she has never been one to believe in fate. We all know how their story ends. This is how it began.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #tony stark #pepper potts #pepperony #pepperony masterlist #soulmates au #soulmates au masterlist

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atalossofwords · 7 months ago

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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 4)

And we're back to Ivan's POV! This one has some more on Ivan's life, and Sua and Mizi make an appearance!

part one - part two - part three

Ivan is having his mandatory once-every-two-months lunch with his sister when his phone pings with the notification set up for Till-related notifications.

He unlocks his phone, clicks on the Twitter notification, and is greeted by a picture of Till, green eyes standing out against his pale skin, awkwardly positioning his phone to take a picture of the silver ball nestled on his tongue, the surroundings still tender and puffy.

TILL ☑ @TILLTHEWORLD_ENDS got a new piercing to celebrate the new place. will have to skip the next stream, sorry guys! [ IMG DESC; a picture of Till holding his phone up to his face to show his new tongue piercing. He is wearing a black t-shirt, with his hair pushed back with a headband. The piercing is a simple silver ball, the area surrounding it redder than the rest. You can see his eyebags below his green eyes. ] 2K Views | 15 Retweets | 4 Quote Tweets | 1K Likes

Ivan chokes on his kimchi, and it takes almost a minute of him dying on the floor before Sua deigns to pat his back. He bets she took pictures, like the evil, evil sister she is.

Mizi, god bless her heart, she is too kind for his sister, hurries over to offer him a glass of water. He thanks her and focuses on drinking the water instead of focusing on the picture still open on his phone.

"What did your boy-toy do now?" Sua asks, and he almost chokes on the water. Instead, he puts it down to glare at her.

"He's not my boy-toy." He says, turning back to his phone to save the picture and scroll through the replies.

K-K-KIRBY @kirbitch ↳ replying to @TILLTHEWORLD_ENDS HELLO. TILL???? EXCUSE ME. WHO ALLOWED THIS. 5 Views | 1 Retweets | 1 Quote Tweets | 3 Likes

hyunjin @hoejin ↳ replying to @kirbitch Deep breaths babe 2 Views | 0 Retweets | 0 Quote Tweets | 1 Likes

…to his roses 🌹 @FieldOfFlowers ↳ replying to @TILLTHEWORLD_ENDS I'd like everyone to know my girlfriend just made a sound like a dying whale and is on the ground now. Should I worry? 3 Views | 0 Retweets | 0 Quote Tweets | 2 Likes

the guns… @bulletcase ↳ replying to @TILLTHEWORLD_ENDS NFSNOWEIFSNF 7 Views | 0 Retweets | 0 Quote Tweets | 1 Likes

womp womp @woonie_ ↳ replying to @TILLTHEWORLD_ENDS quick who has TillStepOnMe socials i need the reaction 4 Views | 0 Retweets | 1 Quote Tweets | 3 Likes

Ivan feels a kinship as he watches his fellow frequent chatters lose their minds, and tweets from his private fan account. He doesn't have many people there, besides Sua and other frequent Till-watchers.

I🚐 (🔒) @bl4cks0rrow ↳ replying to @TILLTHEWORLD_ENDS i think i died and went to heaven 3 Views | 0 Retweets | 0 Quote Tweets | 2 Likes

Mizi makes a curious noise and leans in, and Ivan obligingly scrolls back to the picture.

"Boy-toy is better than stalkee, you know." Sua comments, raising one eyebrow at him. From where she's leaning on his shoulder, Mizi lets out a giggle, letting go of his phone to sit back on the table.

"He's cute! Is he an actor as well?" Ivan shakes his head, taking a deep breath. His heart is still hammering away, but he's enough in control to continue his lunch.

"No, a streamer. He does sing, though." He says, because he knows Mizi will be more distracted by the possibility of getting to know about a new singer than she will be interested in prodding over his love life. Sua rolls her eyes at him, but fuck her anyhow. She's a pest.

Ivan spends the rest of lunch showing Mizi all of Till cover's and original songs. They're too rock-punk for her tastes, but Mizi does incredibly well with grittier songs, for someone who looks like the human incarnation of an angel.

By the way she leaves murmuring the lyrics to 'till the world ends', Ivan thinks that Till just got a new fan.

He has the urge to keep Till to himself, of course. Ivan is the one who has been supporting him from the beginning, who has kept a close look on his growth and career. He wants to keep all of Till to himself, where only he can love and cherish the most beautiful person Ivan has ever seen.

But he's aware that's selfish, that Till is a devoted Mizi fan, that Till doesn't even know Ivan exists. If Mizi covers one of Till's songs, that's an opportunity of a lifetime. Ivan would be the worst human being on earth if he kept Till from such opportunities.

Sua pats his back, a wry smile on her face. She's his evil older sister, and they did as much as they could when they were young to differentiate themselves, but in this they're the same; they fall once, and they fall hard, and Sua is not a good enough person to introduce her girlfriend to people she may like better than Sua.

Ivan shrugs. They're not dating, and Till deserves the best. He doubts they could ever actually be something, with their worlds so far apart, and Mizi is gone on Sua. The worst that can happen from this is Mizi adding some rock songs to her playlist.

Till deserves to have his music heard, to have people appreciate his talent. The least Ivan can do is support him from afar.

(Doubting they'll ever be together also means Ivan has absolutely zero shame in opening the picture that night, propping it up on his sink and jerking off to the image of Till on his knees with his tongue out, ready for Ivan to use.

They'll never meet. Ivan doesn't need to feel bad about his obsession.)

part 5&6

#writing #wip #alien stage #ivantill #you taste the silver

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gynii · 2 years ago

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mcc rant? pretty please

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alright you've convinced me

just saw someone on twitter complaining that dream was being unfairly nerfed, and said that the coin differential for his team this mcc was unheard of and??? that's just so incredibly wrong on so many levels. the coin differential for green is just under 1k, and even looking at modern mccs, 1k differentials are not uncommon, especially considering teams like the simmers. not even mentioning how in earlier mccs those were super common.

also every S tier gets nerfed??? even non s tiers get nerfed. h bomb has been banned from teaming with s tiers since mcc 9. and players just feasibly cannot constantly be on high ranked teams. this mcc has an s-tier or an almost s-tier on every team. dream is just one of many very skilled mcc contestants, he isn't always going to be on the highest avged team, that's how balancing works. balancing isn't just in the vaccum of the upcoming mcc, it also takes into account recent previous events.

idk the specific tweet i saw just follows this weird pattern i see with dream team fans getting really defensive over their white boys for mcc, and painting them as victims??? idk it's just annoying. and like a lot of these people dont pay attention to mcc as a whole or v many contestants outside of their favorite dream smp members :/

like mcc is pretty damn big, there's so many contestants currently in and who have been in rotations with over 25 events! and i'm not expecting these people to be encyclopedias of mcc trivia and stats, even I'm not that, but just some respect for the fact that they are not knowledgeable enough on mcc as a whole to be making such claims. and that their fav white boy isn't actually the undisputed best minecraft player, but that's partially my personal biases against the guy.

#gynii.txt #discourse #i guess #i am so stupidly strongly opinionated about mcc #like sometimes i'll think #i only form casual interests in things #surely i dont have hyperfixations #then BAM #heavy emotional investment in minecraft tournament for 2+ years #almost 2 years?#long time

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charspnp · 4 years ago

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Hey can I request a really fluffy Karl imagine? Where they’ve been friends for ages and realise they like each other or something

- anonymous

not a kissing booth

「 karl jacobs x g/n!reader 」

a/n: i feel like i didn't really fulfill the request fully djddjf but i hope you like it! :)

masterlist

saying goodbye always was and always will be the hardest part of moving. it doesn't matter if you're moving a mile away or a thousand miles away, having to say goodbye to someone you love is borderline unbearable.

but... saying bye to karl was... different… why? well, who knows, really. maybe it was because you've known each other your whole life? or maybe it's because you spend pretty much every day together talking and talking but never running out of things to talk about?

or, perhaps, the reason saying bye to karl was so different is because you were in love with him.

the hug you shared wasn't like any other hug you'd shared with the man. it was tight, comforting, a silent plea to stay in touch, to call or text him every day (as if you weren't going to already). then the very insistent, repeated, spoken plea to call or text him every day came and, for some reason, that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

as soon as he saw the first tear fall, karl grabbed your face softly and wiped it away.

"no, no, no, don't cry," he spoke softly, "don't-don't cry cause we're not saying goodbye, okay? we're-we're gonna talk every day, alright? every single day, i don't care what time it is for me cause i'll pick up, i'll answer. always. okay?" though he was asking for you not to cry, he started tearing up himself. he nodded to you, asking for an affirmation that you knew he would always be there. you nodded back and put your hands softly on his, leaning into is touch. you nodded once again, confirmation to yourself that he would be there.

from behind the two of you, your mother honked the car horn to signal that you had to go. glancing back at the car then back to your best friend, you let go of his hands and wrapped them around his middle tightly. he returned the sentiment just as affectionately.

"call me when you get there, okay?"

"okay."

"hey," he pulled away but still kept you close, "i love you, okay? and-and i'll miss you."

yes, goodbyes are hard, but the two of you kept your promise. although, it wasn't too hard when the both of you became streamers and played together 24/7. you and karl just had small names in the community before karl got picked up by mr beast and dream with his server. after the dream smp blew up, so did karl. any other person would've felt left in the dust or forgotten, but with you it was quite the opposite. you were happy for karl, ecstatic that he grew to fame and had so many loyal fans.

every time karl asked if you wanted to be on the smp, you declined, though, no matter how badly you wanted to accept. it was because of those loyal fans that you always declined. you were scared that they would psychoanalyze you and your behavior and find out about your crush on karl. yup. it's a stupid thought, but valid at the same time. you don't know when you started having this crush, whether it started when you two were in grade school or if it was recent, but it's the and you hate it. you hate having to hide your feelings from your best friend and lying to him when he asked for the reason as to why you didn't want to join the smp.

"but whyyyy," karl whined, hoping you would give a different reason as to not stream with him (or maybe even finally agree).

"because! that's a lot of eyes on me, karl. it's scary." liar.

"dude, you're a streamer, you have eyes on you anyways! you can't say you never thought you'd get over 1k viewers at a time."

"yes i can! because i never thought my best friend would get so famous so fast and suddenly have, like, over 60, or even 100k viewers at a time!"

"c'mon, just- please? please play on the smp with me? stream with me- for me?" he begged with his stupid, cute puppy dog eyes you can never say no to. bastard.

you huffed, "fine- fine! i'll play on the dream smp with you."

karl's face lit and as he bounced around his room, yelling, "yes! yes! finally!"

you chuckled and shook your head at him, "yeah, yeah."

karl stopped hopping around and leaned down to his mic to speak, "when can you play?"

"just, whenever."

"tomorrow?" he grinned widely, excitement noticeable in his eyes even from across the country.

"t-tomorrow?" you weren't expecting it to be that early, but still, you couldn't let down karl. "s-sure. yeah, tomorrow's fine. what time?"

"3pm, my time." though he had calmed himself for the most part, you could still see him jittering and fidgeting with excitement.

"o-okay. sounds good," you spoke warily. changing the subject, the two of you continued talking all night.

when the next day came, you were immediately reminded of what was to come later that day when karl sent you your daily good morning text. reading through the small message, you ran a hand through your hair and sighed, turning to your pillow to just lay there. though it wasn't until the afternoon, you were already stressing how it would go.

after about 10 minutes of just lying there in bed, you responded to karl with your own good morning text then turned off your phone. running your hands down your face, you got up out of bed to start the day.

"how ya feelin?" karl asked, seeing how much you were fidgeting.

"nervous," you responded truthfully. karl already had his 'starting soon' screen up and you were yet to even begin yours. "i don't want them to hate me, y'know."

"dude, they're not gonna hate you, i promise. even if they don't like you, they'll see how much i love you and they'll learn to accept it."

you blushed at his words, knowing he didn't have a clue as to what they did to you. "y-yeah. yeah, i hope."

finally starting your stream with your own 'starting soon' screen, you tweeted out that you're gonna be playing on the dream smp, and almost immediately your viewership was more than it ever has been. taking a deep breath, you waited until karl turned on the facecam to his stream.

"hi! hello, everyone!" karl began, "welcome! welcome to the stream!"

while he made small talk with his stream, you changed your screen from 'starting soon' to your facecam. you deafened yourself on discord and began welcoming your stream as well. you explained what was happening and what you were gonna be doing when karl started spamming "UNDEAFEN" in your chat. you chuckled before undeafening, only to hear karl making a monotone "aaaahhhhhh" sound. you called his name a couple times and when he didn't stop, you turned on your funny mic to get his attention.

"KARL!" you yelled, the audio coming out distorted as all hell. he finally acknowledged you by breaking character and laughing. "let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

about an hour and a half and a whole lotta laughter later, karl took you over to a large red building in the shape of a heart. glancing at your chat, all you saw was "DON'T GO IN" but you just laughed it off.

"okay, y/n, this is not a kissing booth," karl explained.

"not a kissing booth?"

"yes, definitely-definitely not a kissing booth. now wait-wait here," he instructed you before his character moved around the side of the building. you gave your camera a questioning look as you waited for whatever karl told you to wait for. as you were looking up at the building, you saw karl's character go inside the pink, glass heart. your jaw dropped at the adorable sight.

"karl! that's so cute!" you said as you crouched at his character.

"thank you," he giggled wildly (what you didn't know was that he was blushing profusely). "now," he exited the heart and came back around to you, "come in here."

he walked into the building and you followed, taking a quick moment to read the signs on the outside. you stood on the inside of the kissing booth, the crafting tables on the ground making you laugh quietly.

karl flipped a lever on one side of the room, "okay, so these are called the levers of consent. it takes two parties to consent, so mine is already down. if you consent, flip your lever."

you shook your head, but agreed anyways, "okay, i consent." you flipped the lever and suddenly the whole room went dark. you looked over to karl's character, only to see him crouching, slowly making his way over to you. you crouched back at him so you were eye level to him. your characters were close to touching before you got close to your mic and said, "are we about to kiss right now?"

his character stopped crouching as he started laughing wildly again, his giggles high pitched and absolutely adorable. our face split into a grin at the sound and your chat spammed your guys' ship name they came up with as well as "SIMP" which, in their defense, was very accurate.

deciding to mess with him a little, you looked karl's character in the eyes before saying, "karl, i'd say the s-word and get banned for you."

his giggles started up again, becoming high pitched and muffled as he covered his face. "no, no, stop, y/n please."

you giggled at him before pressing your character against his and making an over exaggerated "mwah!" sound.

to be expected, yours and karl's ship name was trending #1 on twitter with thousands of supporters.

#this didnt post for some reason ???#anyways 1k+ words for karl i love him #request #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #fluff #500 #char.writes #gn

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years ago

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This week's reading log is here. It's been a good reading week for me and with the start of Kinktober I am confident I will have a whole month of goodness ahead of me!

Favourites are marked with 🌻, locked fics on AO3 are marked with 🔒 and fics that are only on Tumblr are marked with 🍀

🌻 Cor Hydrae by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

”You saved my life.”

James turns his face down, can’t bear to look at Steve any longer. ”I have also lured men into their deaths,” he says, barely audibly. ”It was time I gave something in return.”

OR:

Merman Bucky nurses Steve back to health after rescuing him from drowning in the Arctic Ocean.

Captain America And The Accidental Baby Acquisition by attackofthezee (noxlunate) [Stucky, 2,5k words, General]

The baby looks up at Steve with big brown eyes and pulls it’s fists from it’s slobbery mouth to hold them out to Steve.

Right.

There’s a baby on Steve’s doorstep.

Steve can handle this.

Aka Steve Rogers And The Accidental Baby Acquisition. Aka sometimes assholes on twitter say "Captain America would never wear a papoose" and you gotta write a fic just to spite them.

Nature's Masterpieces by attackofthezee (noxlunate) [Stucky, 2k words, General]

“Snow.” Ella says solemnly, pointing towards the window and the white fluff drifting down to gather in piles outside.

“Yep. That’d be the fluffy cold white stuff out there.” Steve agrees, “We can go play in it when Pops comes home.”

Ella sighs in a way that Steve is 110% sure she’s gotten from Bucky, presses a hand to Steve’s face and says, “Daddy, listen.”

In which Steve has a precocious as hell three year old, snow ball fights are had, snow angels are made, and the future is talked about.

🌻 Wishing and Praying by jaxington [Stucky, 19,2k words, Teen]

“It’s a mistake,” Steve whispers. Neither of them have moved a muscle, too busy gaping down at the living, breathing, actually-here-somehow baby on their doorstep, blinking against the morning sunlight.

“There are no mistakes with babies,” Bucky whispers back. “That’s the whole goddamn point.”

Can You Help Me Find This Book? by Erosanderis [Stucky, 3k words, Not Rated]

Bucky Barnes was happy working as a children’s librarian in the New York Public Library. One day a little girl and her very attractive dad come in. Bucky hopelessly pines.

We Are Asleep Until We Fall in Love by Erosanderis [Stucky, 2,3k words, Not Rated]

Steve and Bucky finally go on their first date.

Sequel to “

‘Can you help me find this book?’ But can be read as a stand alone fic.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy by thewaythatwerust @thewaythatwerust [Stucky, 11,7k words, Explicit]

Steve's whole world begins and ends with Bucky Barnes.

His heart constricts painfully every time he sees Bucky with a dame on his arm; every fiber of his body thrumming with envy. He isn't sure what it means, exactly. He doesn't know what being a fella is supposed to feel like. He doesn't know what being a dame feels like. He just knows he wants Bucky look at him the way he looks at them. To put pretty dresses and stockings on and let Bucky slowly peel them off him. To feel Bucky press into him like he does with his special dates.

To be Bucky's... girl.

🔒 A Soul as Sweet as Blood-Red Jam by pringlesaremydivision [Stucky, 2,4k words, Explicit]

It slips out. It just – slips out, and it takes half a second before Steve realizes what he’s said, and then he wants to die.

Or: Steve's daddy kink comes out to play while he's in bed with Bucky.

Just Dropkick The Shame by rohkeutta @rohkeutta [Stucky, 7,9k words, Explicit]

List of Stuff Bucky Shall Never Do:

1. Give up spider solitaire

2. Tweet TMI shit to celebrities

3. Get a fucking raise, it seems

4. Sleep with a coworker

He HAS tweeted TMI shit about celebrities, but he also has some common sense and knows that some people actually read their replies, so he a) posts only on his private account and b) never tags. Bucky's pretty sure that he's not the only person to have drunk tweeted about Captain America's daddy level, but at least he doesn't fucking call Steve Rogers 'daddy' to his face.

Until he kind of does, and breaks his fourth rule in the process.

🌻 sleeping lessons by glim [Stucky, 23,6k words, Explicit]

During the Fall Semester of 2012, Steve Rogers audits a Modern US History course.

Five Times Steve Came Out by Accident, and One Time He Came Out on Purpose by suspendedinice [Stucky, 2,8k words, Not Rated]

Steve really needs to break the habit of blurting out the first thing that comes into his head.

“Right.” Steve replies with a frown, giving up on his newspaper for now, folding it up neatly, “I suppose I’m bisexual then.”

Did he say that out loud?

Judging by the way Tony’s mouth is hanging open, he’s pretty sure he did.

The Angel From My Nightmare by Nightwing11 [Stucky, 5,9k words, Teen]

It's been three months since Bucky returned to Steve. But, despite their past friendship, not to mention their romance, the two have barely touched since their reunion.

The only exception comes at night, when their hands somehow find their way to one another, intertwining and gripping for dear life.

But, what happens when Steve returns from a mission, sleep-deprived and nightmare ridden?

Obviously Oblivious by ABrighterDarkness [Stucky, 4,2k words, Teen]

Steve supposed it didn’t help matters that Bucky started favoring the Avengers themed clothing that had started being sold almost immediately following the battle against the Chitauri. Iron Man and Black Widow hoodies. Hulk and Hawkeye sweatpants. Thor t-shirts. Plural on every one of them, and Bucky wore them all the time.

No Cap gear. Not a one.

The Buck Stops Here by theemdash [Stucky, 451 words, Teen]

The presidential campaign trail has been tough on Steve Rogers, luckily his campaign manager and best guy is along to take care of him.

🌻 Kinktober 2021 by christywantspizza @christywantspizza [Stucky, 2,7k words, Explicit]

Compilation of my Kinktober 2021 Fics

Putting Away Wet/Free Use by @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 4,3k words, Explicit]

The pad of James’s fore-finger digs into the flat of Steve’s tongue, a playful reprimand for nipping at skin instead of his meal, when Daddy speaks, voice resting just above a whisper.

“I want to try something out tomorrow, something I think you’ll like. You wanna play?”

🍀🌻 Dirty Talk by @howdoyousleep3 [Ari x Female Reader, 1,7k words, Explicit]

When he invited you to accompany him to a business dinner, you assumed it was to look nice on his arm.

You had no idea it was to keep him entertained all throughout the night.

🌻 overflow by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 5,8k words, Explicit]

Kinktober Day 2: hyperspermia/come inflation

Bucky is a nurse at SHIELD and freshly-thawed Cap hasn't come in literally 70 years.

#r's reading log #my reading log #fic rec #fic recs #stucky #stucky fic rec

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tobiosmilktea · 3 years ago

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mercury — suna rintarou

1k words | genre/s: fluff!!, established relationship | warning/s: swearing, word throw-up | pairing: suna x f!reader

↪︎ in which mercury is in retrograde and all you want to do is to lay down and stargaze with the boy you love most while the world sleeps

a/n: mercury is coming into retrograde at the time of posting this and all i want is my lonely ass to stargaze with someone </3

suna held back a yawn. “is there any reason why you decided to wake me up at one in the morning just to take you here?” his voice muttered, still deep from his waking slumber as you two trudged up a hill.

your bikes were left at the base of it, laying on their sides as you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. he was lagging behind even when his fingers were tightly interlaced with yours. you tugged him up to the apex of the hill, dropping his hand just for him to whine at the sudden disappearance of your contact.

“i was feeling stressed out with the amount of homework we were given and wanted to relax,” you explain over your shoulder, your eyes never leaving the night sky even for a moment. “aren’t they beautiful?”

the question was more or less rhetorical. Who wouldn’t find stars and their constellations pretty?

suna’s eyes flick upwards towards the sky for a few seconds before bringing his attention back to you–still looking up in awe with a smile so adorable he could literally combust right then and there.

“these stars are nothing compared to the ones i’ve seen in your eyes,” suna had never been quite a flirt with anyone, not even you. he wasn’t really sure where it came from, maybe he was delirious, but you laughed and flashed that addicting grin of yours when you finally looked at him.

“funny,” you mused as your hand finds his again. “did atsumu teach you that one?”

you lead him a little farther up the hill before kneeling onto the grass. it was cool against your skin as suna followed your actions.

“came up with that one myself actually… why, are you proud of me for coming up with it?” suna smiles to himself smugly as he watches you lay on the grass, eyes falling onto the stars above you once again.

he was about to complain about you laying on the grass, but he honestly couldn’t be bothered. at this point, getting to spend time like this with you almost felt like a dream. he honestly couldn’t pass up the opportunity to savor this time with you.

you hummed a response, “could be better.”

suna rests his arm behind his head. you scoot closer to him, finding relief in his warmth when you lay your head in the crook of his neck. with your hand splayed over his chest, you gave him a quick peck before the stars captured your attention.

your eyes wandered the night sky, admiring each and every star, counting them as if they were spilled salt on a black table cloth.

a comfortable silence engulfs the two of you. nothing but the sound of the cicadas chirping, the light breeze traveling through the air, and the sounds of your boyfriend’s breathing syncing up with yours.

you could feel each beat of his heart against your hand. speeding up every time you give him a kiss or say how much you love him.

you felt so at peace you had practically forgotten why you wanted to come here in the first place. since last week there was an impending feeling within your gut. from getting stressed out more easily to the feeling that nothing is going right, there is nothing in the world where you can blame this natural feeling on. well... anything besides the fact that mercury was in retrograde.

“is that a–wait no, nevermind, that’s just an airplane,” he says with a chuckle reverberating through his toned chest.

telling suna that the only reason why you brought him here was that a planet was going in reverse was an invitation for his teases. he’d say something like “i’m sure a planet that’s millions of miles isn’t causing your frustration, babe…”

it didn’t matter though as you would give anything to spend time with him like this—outside of school, outside of volleyball, and definitely without the twins who liked to third and fourth wheel all the time.

“shooting star, make a wish,” he says this time with sure conviction.

you’re pulled out of your train of thought as your eyes refocus on the night sky, scouring for the said shooting star. you would tease the fuck out of him if he were wrong again.

“that’s actually a comet, but i’ll still make one just for you.” you laugh as he rolls his eyes.

“same shit!” he exclaims, eyes falling back onto you as your eyes shut, hands clasping together as you made a wish.

suna was glad your eyes were closed. because then you would’ve seen that stupid smile smothered all over his face in adoration. he was so in love with you, it’s crazy for him to even fathom that the girl who was just another seatmate became the root of his happiness and heavy beating heart.

his eyelids shut while he makes his own wish quickly.

you both open your eyes, watching each other in solace. a peaceful silence as you two admired each other, memorizing each feature as there was almost always something new to find, to compliment, to smile at, to kiss.

“what did you wish for?” you ask gently, breaking the comfortable silence.

suna shakes his head, “afraid i can’t tell you–you might jinx it and it’ll never come true.”

your lips pout, playful and lighthearted. he had the look on his face that seemed as if he already knew what you wished for and it definitely was not fair. “fine, have it your way,” you say before stealing another kiss from him.

you settled into him again, not wanting this moment to end but you knew it was getting late. if you and suna didn’t leave now, you’d both end up passed out on some random hill with the birds tweeting the morning away and the sunrise peeking through the horizon.

but perhaps it didn’t sound that bad staying here for a bit longer. especially if it was with him.

“i wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.” murmured suna, his voice almost a whisper when he says it into your hair.

you snort. it was as if he was reading your mind after all.

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star-puff · 4 years ago

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for all the time we’ve passed by one another ;

futakuchi kenji x reader

warnings: agent!au ; mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, might cause flipping of tables, futakuchi being a little shithead

wc: 1k

to the number one futakuchi fucker i know, @seijch i l*ve you 🤬🤬🤬 anyway this was all born out of a full word vom session i had with ari at like 3am when i was supposed to be asleep but instead she just gave me kenji brainrot . no one can love that little slug man like you can bestie <3

pt. 1 of 2

If yesterday you were told you’d have one last day at this unfairly gorgeous beach resort, you’d be hard-pressed to believe it would ever end with you sitting on the sand with Futakuchi, watching the sun set beneath the edge of the sea.

“Good work," he says, clinking his cocktail glass against yours. "Even if I did most of the job."

You give him an incredulous stare before retorting. "I'm not gonna hear it from the guy who thought the gardener did it for most of the week."

“Excuse me, you’re telling me you heard that he disappears into town every weekend and didn’t think something was up? If anything I was being the most analytical about the whole thing.”

“Futakuchi, he’s sixty-five and has four grandkids that live there.”

“And he willingly spends time with them?” Futakuchi takes a swig of his drink. “Like I said, suspicious.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your own. “Well, just be glad we got the real culprit before we handcuffed an elderly man for tourism fraud.”

"You know what they say! What is life without the tears of rich people quenching the thirst of the poor."

"Futakuchi."

"I'm kidding."

You frown, doubt written on your face. "If there's another case at the bureau about rich people getting scammed within the next month, just know you'll be the first person we’re questioning."

He has the gall to look offended, his jaw dropping as he sets his glass down on the sand, nestling it carefully in its own little pocket before continuing. "Me? After all I've done for you? I'll have you know I didn't save our asses last December just to have you accuse me of criminal activity.”

You snort. “Right, saving my ass after you fell on yours and gave away our location while we were trying to corner him. A lifesaver, truly.”

“It was icy!” he protests, letting out an indignant noise. “You fell twice before we even got to the scene, I just got unlucky at the worst time.” Futakuchi huffs, leaning back on his hands as he stares into the horizon.

The sun is already halfway sunken, the sky a wash of pastels on a cloudless canvas as the day comes to a close. You hear a few birds tweet in the distance, the soft push and pull of the water that you can almost feel on your toes. Maybe it’s the alcohol you’ve been drinking for the past hour that loosens your tongue, or the peace and quiet that rarely comes after a day's work, but you feel as though if you don’t say your piece now, a chance like this will never come again.

“We did good today,” you acknowledge quietly. There’s a tinge of seasalt in the air. “Both of us.” You pause for a moment, not even wanting to look at the man next to you. “And thanks. For always having my back.”

You ready yourself for his teasing, but it never comes. When you peer at Futakuchi from the corner of your eye, he smiles a bit, half grin, half smirk, something genuine in the way the corners of his lips turn. “Any time. What are partners for, right?”

He turns to look back at you, a ring of gold glowing behind him, and the sound of the waves comes to a halt.

He’s your partner, your other half. The only person that knows you like the back of his hand, who’s ingrained in himself your small quirks, your habits, your preferences for even the tiniest of things. The one who knows exactly which buttons he needs to press to get on your nerves, who understands what makes you tick, just like you do for him. Even if you could spend a lifetime arguing with him about the pettiest of things, this fact would remain forever unchanged.

Somewhere, somehow, Futakuchi had become an irreplaceable part of your life, an anchor in a sea of chaos.

Your breath hitches—you blink once, twice, before you realize that Futakuchi is closer than before. You’re afraid to move, to even breathe, already anticipating the inevitable second that this small moment of intimacy shatters at your feet.

But time has come to stand still, you realize distantly as Futakuchi leans in further, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. There’s the faint smell of citrus and alcohol in his breath, his palm warm as it gently touches your face. You wonder if he can see the rosy pinks and golds of the sky in your eyes like you can in his.

Time begins once more.

You take the final plunge, leaning in until your lips graze his. And then, his hands slip to your shoulders, and he jerks away.

"We can't," Futakuchi says, more force than what you're used to hearing from him. You try not to let the hurt show. We can't, but what he means is he can't.

"I, I don't—"

"We can't," he repeats, quieter this time. The words are static on his tongue. "We're partners."

Your heart drops at the reminder, reality ramming into you at full speed. Partners, and not in the way you want to be.

He’s not yours. Not in the way that has him inviting you out for dinner on weekends, not in the way where you know what his relationship with his parents and older sister is like, what his favorite color is, what he likes to do after the day is over and he goes home to his shitty one-bedroom apartment.

(But you thought you knew. You thought you knew without needing him to tell you, and maybe that was the entire problem.)

You can still feel the ghost of his lips on yours, the heat of his gaze under the warmth of the setting sun. Not that it matters much anymore, not when all that’s transpired in the last few minutes is only seen as a mistake.

“Right,” you say faintly, barely even a whisper. “Right, sorry. Guess the alcohol got to me a little. Just forget about it, okay?”

Futakuchi opens his mouth to say something else, but you’ve already gotten up from your spot and turned away, clutching your drink tightly in your hand. The ice has long melted into the liquid, condensation slick on your fingertips.

A cold breeze blows past; the sun has long fallen.

#futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #futakuchi x y/n #futakuchi x you #hq x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfic #meg writes

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ryqoshay · 3 years ago

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TA Side Story: Kasu’s Bow Plight

Primary Pairing: ShizuKasu Implied Pairing Ships: YuuAyuSetsu and AiRina Words: ~1k Rating: G Parent Fic: Tri-Arame Time Frame: Sometime either late in Episode 3 of Season 2, or shortly after it Story Arc: Stand Alone Content Warning: ***Spoilers*** for Episode 3 of Season 2

Author’s Note: I saw a tweet about Kasu from ep3 and immediately knew I needed to write about it.

Summary: Someone told the club about Kasumi’s childhood picture. And someone else may have gotten an idea from it.

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“Those sleepovers sound like they were a lot of fun.” Yuu said to the members of the newly formed QU4RTZ. “Hmm… maybe I should invite some of you guys over sometime.”

“Haven’t Yuyu and Setsu already been sleeping over at Ayu-pyon’s every weekend lately?” Ai asked.

“Not quite every weekend.” Yuu replied. “Setsuna-chan has spent the other weekends at Rina-chan’s place with you, right?”

“True.” Ai conceded. “I’m surprised Setsu has kept up with her studies with all the anime marathons she’s been running.”

Yuu laughed as she turned to see pink dusting Setsuna’s cheeks.

Setsuna’s reply was lost to Kasumi as she couldn’t help pouting when her senior’s attention shifted to her fellow second-year. Well, it wasn’t like Yuu had been solely focused on her anyway, rather the whole of QU4RTZ, but still… Yuu really did pay more attention to the other second-years. Or, at least two of them…

Eh?

A hand landed gently atop Kasumi’s head. Oh. Shizuku had apparently moved forward from where she had been standing and was now applying her signature head pats. Which were almost as good as Yuu’s. No… maybe that wasn’t right. Shizuku’s timing was almost impeccable, seeming to predict the exact moments Kasumi wanted them most. So maybe Shizuku’s were as good as Yuu’s.

Or… maybe they were better…?

Kasumi leaned back in her chair and allowed herself to relax into the affection. Shizuku really knew how to spoil her, and there was no denying that Kasumi loved it. Now if only she could get the more formal girl to drop the -san…

“Well, shall we head outside now?” Yuu suddenly suggested.

Several affirmations were returned while those sitting began to stand. However, Kasumi felt a hand land on her shoulder.

“We’ll catch up with you in a minute.” Shizuku said.

Oh? What was this all about? Shizuku’s other hand hadn’t left Kasumi’s head yet… Did Shizuku want a few more minutes to pat her? Well, far be it for Kasumi to pass up more spoiling. She hummed happily to herself as the other club members filtered out of the room.

Click

What was that?

Click

Those sounded like… Kasumi caught her reflection in the mirror by the storage lockers.

“Sh-Shizuko, wha…?” Kasumi sputtered as she reached up to confirm. There were indeed two yellow bows clipped into her hair.

“Emma-san was right.” Shizuku said with a brilliant smile. “Kasumi-san is very cute like this.”

Kasumi felt her brow drop, her shoulders slump and the edges of her mouth durn down. Of course Emma had spilled the beans about the album.

“That’s perfect, Kasumi-san.” Shizuku’s smile grew. “Stay just like that for a second. Let me get my camera…” She pulled out her phone.

“What? No. Shizuko!” Kasumi stood and turned to her classmate.

“Eh? What’s wrong, Kasumi-san?” Shizuku asked, her finger paused over the button that would snap the shot.

“I’m not cute like this.” Kasumi insisted.

“Quite the opposite.” Shizuku stated. “Kasumi-san is exceptionally cute like this.”

Kasumi growled.

Shizuku’s brow furrowed, and she lowered her phone. “Do you, really not like them?” Was that… disappointment in her tone?

Was that real disappointment, or was the actress doing what she did best, acting? Kasumi searched Shizuku’s expression for a hint one way or the other for a moment until a thought occurred to her. But to confirm, she had to check the mirror again.

“Shizuko…”

“Mm?”

“Is this…” No. “Was this…” Still no. “Did you use your ribbon to make these?”

As amazing an actress as she was, even Shizuku couldn’t hide the flash of surprise that crossed her face. “How did you…?”

“I told you, a little while ago. Kasumin loves everything about Shizuko. And that means Kasumin pays attention to such details.” Kasumi stated as confidently as she could.

If she was being completely honest, it had been more of an educated guess, based on what she knew about the girl who had become her closest friend. But far be it for her to admit as such.

“Oh…” Was it Kasumi’s imagination or did Shizuku’s cheeks flush a little?

“A-Anyway, maybe they’re cute after all.” Kasumi decided to concede, trying to quash the guilt that was starting to grow within her after dismissing the gift and assuming Shizuku had been teasing her.

After all, knowing Emma, she had only mentioned how cute she had considered Kasumi to be, not Kasumi’s denial thereof, so it was doubtful Shizuku was using that against her. Also, in terms of teasing, Shizuku had no issues doing so in front of the rest of the club, and yet she had waited until they had all left before giving Kasumi the twin bows. And it wasn’t the first time Shizuku had given Kasumi a gift, seemingly out of nowhere, each time doing so in private.

“Just maybe?” Shizuku raised an eyebrow. “Kasumi-san, you don’t need to force yourself to… eh?”

Kasumi surged forward to wrap her arms around Shizuku. “I’m sorry, I just…” She paused to try to figure out how best to explain things. “That the picture brought back some awkward memories and I assumed the others were teasing me. But, if Shizuko says they’re cute too, then that makes me happy.”

“Kasumi-san is the cutest after all.” There was nothing but sincerity in Shizuku’s voice as she returned the hug.

Warmth spread through Kasumi’s chest. Why did it feel so much better when Shizuku said that than anyone else? Well, whatever the reason, Kasumi couldn’t help smiling. “Mmm…” She hummed happily and allowed herself few moments more before disengaging and taking a step back. “Yup! Kasumin is the cutest idol ever!” She declared. “Now let’s go show the others.”

“Alright.” Shizuku said with a smile.

Kasumi grabbed Shizuku’s hand and headed for the door.

Maybe Kanata would tease her about the bows and her reaction the other night, but that was fine. Emma would undoubtedly be sincere. Rina… was still sometimes hard to read. And maybe Yuu would compliment her cuteness as well.

But whatever happened at practice, Shizuku had already assured her that the style was cute. Also, there was something decidedly appealing knowing she was wearing the ribbon Shizuku had worn for practice through the spring and summer months. And those thoughts gave Kasumi an extra spring in her step as she and Shizuku hurried to join the rest of the club.

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Author’s Note Continued: So while I put AiRina in the Implied Ship entry, I'm honestly not sure if they're dating at this point in the timeline. I'm still gauging my timeline with them, so we'll see what the rest of Season 2 gives me to work with. Honestly, the same applies to ShizuKasu.

Anyway, I really like the idea of Shizu giving Kasu something more to wear in her hair, even if I'm waiting for something to be revealed, or not revealed, about the fate of the clip given back in Season 1. And I really like the idea of it being even more personal than said clip, in that it is made from something Shizu wore prior. Yes, her spring/summer practice outfit included a yellow ribbon. And here she has cut it in half, tied it into twin bows and attached them to clips to give to Kasu.

I doubt we'll see more of the twin ribbon style for Kasu in the remaining episodes of Season 2, but perhaps I can address that in a future chapter. And include something about the Season 1 clip as well.

Or maybe something will be revealed that will require me to retcon all of this...

#ShizuKasu #Osaka Shizuku #Nakasu Kasumi #Tri-Arame #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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onlyfortheplot · 4 years ago

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Rewrite the Stars

i cant do cheating fics cheating makes me want to jump into my phone and fight but unrequited love hits different. WITH BOKUTO!- ANON BBY <3

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

Synopsis:

He messed up.

And you would never know.

He didn’t mean it.

And you would never know.

He loved you.

And you would never know.

Warning: Unrequited love (kind of), Angst

Word Count: 1K

A/N: OKAY SO.ANON THANK YOU THIS WAS MUCH NEEDED. I AM PROUD. I AM PROUD AND CRYING. but that doesn’t matter I LITERALLY WROTE THIS LISTENING TO REWRITE THE STARS. I’M SAD. THAT’S THE TWEET, ;-; ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE 400 FOLLOWERS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY !<3

You pressed on the small buttons of the remote control, flicking your wrist at every change of the channel. You clicked your tongue at the lack of any interesting on the TV. You sighed, chucking the remote to the side and lying on your back.

“What’s up, Y/N,“ Bokuto asked, as he scrolled through his phone, his grin flickered as he typed eagerly on his phone. You sighed again, pushing his arms with your feet.

“Hey!“ he shouted as your cold toes touched his warm thighs. You gave his a small smirk as you pressed your toes into him. He grunted, but made no move to smack them off. You took that as a good sign,as you snuggled yourself back into the couch.

“Hey, Bo?“ you asked. He gave a low hum, eyes still glued to his phone screen, “Bo!“ you said again, poking his side with your big toe.

“Y/N!“ he whined as he swatted your toes off him. You laughed.

“You didn’t answer me,“ you faked a pout, “And you’re not looking at me.“

He gave you a quick glance, not even looking at your eyes, before looking back at the screen. You clenched your fists, trying to not let the anger inside of you burst.

Bokuto had asked you, relentlessly for 3 hours to come over and ‘hang out’. You had tried to calm him down, saying you would later. Or tomorrow. He was stubborn on you coming today. You had sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, as you hung up on him and called your other friends. It was more than embarrassing to cancel the plan you had made months prior, and to say your friends were mad was an understatement.

“It’s because of Bokuto, isn’t.“ one hissed into your ear. You had shivered at the anger in those few words.

“No,“ you lied through your teeth, but you knew they would see through your petty lies.

“Y/N, we get you have a...crush on him, but—“

“Bokuto is my best friend,“ you had interrupted them, hiding the small crack in your voice, “I don’t like him like that.“

You could almost hear the eye rolls.

No. They were wrong. You didn’t have a crush on him. No. You loved him. You loved Bokuto with every inch of your being. You loved him. Everything about him. You loved his hair, and you could only dream of running a hand through it. You loved his lips more. The way the curved into a grin when he spikes. Or when he was happy and shouting. Oh god did you love his smile. It was so.. breath-taking.

You sighed again, as you shook of those thoughts.

“Y/N?“ Bokuto called, you looked up at him in shock. Oh yeah. He was here. You almost forgot.

“Yeah Bo?“ you mumbled as you closed your eyes, covering them with your arm.

“Can we... talk?“ his voice sounded stiff, awkward even as you felt him squirm on the couch. You felt your heart clench. As if you could tell what words he was going to say. You forced yourself to smile as you sat up, covering your face with your hand, your palms digging harshly into your eyes.

You couldn’t do this. But you had to. There was no other way. Not without lying to every day. It almost felt disgusting to call yourself Bokuto’s best friend, when your intentions were anything but. You wish you could restart your life. Maybe choose different schools. Different friends. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to deal with this. This pain. Oh god, he hadn’t even said it yet, but your heart hurt. It felt like — No. It didn’t feel like anything. Your heart was literally being pulled out, savagely ripped out of your chest. You could feel the stinging scars beginning to form, as you took in a rattling breath. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. You couldn’t even breathe. It was so hard. It was almost impossible.

Oh god. I can’t do this.

But you have to.

I don’t want to.

But, there is no other way.

You smiled, devoid of any humor as you uncovered your eyes, looking straight at Bokuto.

“Yes, Bokuto-san,” you whispered as you tucked your legs into your chest.

“Y/N,“ he hissed, as if he was the one in pain, “I—I want you to know that I love you. I really do, but...“ He took a deep breath, looking at your face for any sign of discomfort. He squirmed in his seat. Maybe the emotionless face you made was worse.

“But not like that.“ you finished for him,you let loose an airy laugh. “I know.“

“Y/N—“

“Who told you?“ you asked, trying to mask the pain that you could feel creeping through, “Let me guess Kuroo?“

He gave you an apologetic look.

So it was him. Well you couldn’t hate. Maybe this was for the best.

“Y/N—“ he sounded desperate, but you didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to hear the ‘I’m sorry.‘. You didn’t want to hear the ‘You deserve better’. No. You didn’t want hear it. Not from him. Not with that look on his face. That sad look. That anguished one. The one you caused. No you didn’t want to be the cause of that pain.

“L/N.“ you corrected, “It’s L/N, Bokuto-san.“

He could tell. From that line. From the way you made a move to get of the couch. He could tell you were gone.

“I’ll get going?“ you smiled softly as jumped off the couch. You gave him a small wave, as you made your way to the front door.

He wanted to call you. To yell. To do something. But, he couldn’t. He couldn’t. It was as if the universe was playing with him. It was torture. Utter torture, watching you walk away from him. From his life. From his future.

He messed up.

And you would never know.

He didn’t mean it.

And you would never know.

He loved you.

And you would never know.

He heard the door shut, so softly. He would much rather you slam it. But you wouldn’t. He knew that.

He cupped his cheeks, tears falling down his skin.

You would never know.

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seeingteacupsindragons · 3 years ago

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Before the release of chapter 59, we had some time to see Louis in action (or more than usual), spoiler ahead, since William is alive and asked Sherlock to help with the MI6, I'm still hoping for more Louis scenes than refocusing on William once again. I still want him to be around but his appearance usually shadows over Louis' (in the previous volumes). As for Albert, I'm hoping for sth like a redemption arc that we'll get to see him in real action without William or Louis to be around and a reveal of his past in India and wars. What do you think? (I know some of the way I put into words it's either oversaying it or under-saying it. Apologies for that.😅l

Regarding spoilers: I think everyone who follows this blog knows that there will be spoilers for the recent chapters on this blog, and I usually tag them, so no need to warn me for YuuMori spoilers after the street date. l read the new chapters within a few hours of release, but if you're super curious to where exactly I've read to the in the manga, I have a running live-tweet of every volume tagged #YuuMoriLT.

Do not ever send leaks, but "spoilers" are fine because I'm almost certainly already aware of the canon material.

I find this ask amusing considering I just earlier today discussed why I dislike speculating on future events and responding to most of the ones I get. I tend to keep my hopes vague. I just want a satisfying story, not a bullet-list.

The idea of William overshadowing Louis is interesting, considering that's pretty much exactly how Mycroft and Moneypenny both phrased it, too. Did you do that intentionally?

Anyway, I've written lots about Louis in action already from chapter 57 (it was over 1k words, whoops), so I don't think I need to re-litigate that.

I don't think we're going to switch to Liam yet--or, if we do, he and Louis will not be reuniting next chapter. Possibly not for a few. but I would like them to reunite to prove Louis can stand on his own next to his brother, too. He's strong enough for that now.

Albert is a situation that interests me because I'm not sure what to do with him at this point, but sidelining him permanently and completely seems a bit odd to me. I don't know. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens with him.

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot

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fe-husband-heaven · 5 years ago

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Commission! Niles X OC

Commission for @pompurii ʚ♥︎ɞ

Thank you so much for being my very first commission! I loved making this and your OC is absolutely adorable, no wonder Niles is after her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Once again, thank you! You've been so understanding that I wanna cry dndndnfn

4,685 words in total!

1k requested + 3.6k free of charge!

If you find it unsatisfactory, please notify me!

I hope you enjoy!

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The halls were warm with filtered sun, the sounds of lone footsteps reverberated through the quiet air. The distant tweeting of birds and the exhausted sigh of a tired summoner were the only sounds to be heard.

Holding her beloved book close, she took solace in one thing being a constant in her life. Shaking her head, Nana brushed away negative thoughts, choosing instead to remember that no matter how many villains appeared, from Surtr to Hel, her heroes were always with her.

Lost in her thoughts, Nana let out a surprised squeak when she ran into someone, nearly dropping her book. She let out a flurry of apologies before realizing who it was she was speaking to.

"O-oh...it's just you, Niles."

Standing there with an impish grin forming, Niles looked Nana up and down before leaning forward into her space.

"Just me? You weren't expecting someone else were you?"

His sly smile made the lewd implication of company quite clear. Turning a darker shade of pink than her already rosy cheeks, Nana turned her head away, leaning back a bit so he wasn't so close. Pulling her hood up, she hid her face under the cloth, it felt like Niles was undressing her with his eye and she knew exactly where it'd end up if she riled him up accidentally.

"N-no…"

His grin grew as he pressed even closer to her, with a hand gently holding her chin, he turned her to face him, leaning just close enough to have their lips barely brushing.

Dipping a little under her hood, he purred against her lips,

"My little summoner, why do you insist on hiding your face from me? You know I love seeing every expression you make."

"Niles…" Nana made a pitiful expression, internally waving goodbye to any work she might have gotten done before Niles's arrival. He smiled at her before ending the tease and engulfing her lips with a kiss.

His hand slid from her chin to the side of her face, a thumb gently caressed her cheek, while his other hand went to sneakily pulling down the hood she'd rose seconds ago.

Watching intently, Niles grinned into the kiss the redder Nana got, he always wanted to see her face during things like this, to watch the shy and sweet sink into the depravity that is his touch.

What a naughty summoner…

Hands that sweetly touched the blushed skin of her cheeks 3 seconds ago began their teasing descent down the curve of Nana's sides. Adept fingers ghosted their way to the ends of her skirt before sliding under the fabric to run along the stretch of her thigh.

Niles knew exactly what he was doing and where he wanted to go, he only needed to seduce Nana into bed for him to have accomplished what he set out to do.

It only took a small squeak from Nana when Niles squeezed her thigh to have him gathering her up in his arms in spite of her surprised yelps.

"Niles! Please…Oh, how embarrassing…"

Niles allowed a huff of amusement to leave him, despite Nana's seemingly shy reluctance to being carried in bridal fashion, she certainly wasn't making any effort to squirm out of his arms.

She'd been carried before, by strong muscled heroes who thought it easier to have her manhandled than to risk her being struck in battle. Heroes like Draug and Hector, heroes who Niles found he was not too fond of…

But Niles noted how she'd constantly beg for them to put her down, wiggling every which way she could to try to escape their hold. In his arms, Nana stayed still, simmering in mortification but she made no attempt to be free of his touch. Choosing instead to just play with her hair, she allowed herself to be whisked away. Niles could almost feel her heart thundering in her chest and the nervous bite of her lips.

Niles licked his lips, it's almost like she knew exactly what would make him want to press her against a wall, slide that skirt up, and-

"Niles..."

Niles drove his divine thoughts away in favor of humming out a Hmm? in question of her call to attention.

"Can we…" Niles' eyes shone with a predatory gaze when he looked down at Nana who looked up at him earnestly and pleading,

"Can we at least do it in my room?" She was beet red and Niles thought she looked delectable like this. Taking on a cat like smirk, Niles cooed,

"What? You don't like the library? Or the garden? Not even the closet outside of the little prince's door?"

Niles knew he was being cruel, and he hadn't even started the real fun yet. Meanwhile, Nana had to simmer in remembrance of events that happened in each of those locations where Niles had already had more than enough fun ramming himself between her legs at the expense of Nana never being able to return to those places without remembering his touch.

Memories of having to quiet her moans with the back of her hand as other Heroes walked past, Niles doing everything in his power to get a loud cry out of her. Memories of quivering knees with driblets of white running down her thighs, and worst of all, the memories of aftercare baths meant to care for her that only ended in another round of Niles' games.

Niles felt a wave of arousal run down his navel, and apparently, he wasn't the only one as his eye focused keenly on the subtle shift of Nana's legs, pressing tight before subtly rubbing together once. The shaky breath that followed gave her away.

Stepping forward, Niles began his trip to Nana's room. Just this once, he'd allow one wish of hers to be granted, considering what he was about to do to her in bed, it was only fair.

It wasn't long before he stood in front of her door, smoothly, he raised a foot to the handle and twisted it up before entering. Closing the door with the side of his hip, he looked down at Nana.

"I hope you're ready, Summoner. You haven't been very good lately, ignoring me in favor of work and all. I think it deserves a nice punishment."

Opening her mouth in protest, Nana was cut off with an "Ah-ah-ah" before she was ceremoniously tossed onto her bed.

The squeak she gave out would only be a small sample of everything Niles had planned.

Closing the door, he purposefully avoided locking it. Nana noticed and pointed a finger at the door but Niles only let out a chuckle with a shake of his head. Frowning, Nana sat up on her elbows, pink strands being tucked behind her ear as she reasoned with him.

"Niles..!.You can't leave it unlocked...someone might come in."

Once he kicked off his shoes, Niles sunk the bed under his knee as he drew closer to Nana,

"That, my dear Summoner, is the point."

Nana blinked up owlishly at him, her round eyes the color of yellowed daisies were filled with confusion before shock took over at the scandalous implication that Niles would be more than fine if someone walked in on the two of them.

But before she could get a word in otherwise, Niles had already made his way between her legs, holding them apart as he pressed himself against her, her skirt flipping backwards as fair skin presented itself like an offering to him.

She shuddered at the cold air.

"Now, Summoner, what do you think I did while you were busy?"

Nana swallowed thickly and eyed warily the bulge that Niles pressed against the fabric of her underwear.

It's true she hadn't seen Niles in a little while, but she didn't think it'd been that long. Niles usually wouldn't allow for him to be ignored for extended periods of time...was he busy as well?

Typically, even when she was hounded by work for the Order, he'd tag along making whatever salacious comments he could, but she couldn't recall him doing so as of late…

Niles watched the gears turning in her mind, admiring a change in expression. He wanted to see everything about Nana, know everything about her, outside of all those duties of a timid summoner, he wanted to unravel her.

"I couldn't help it, you know. It was much too painful a wait, I had to give myself a helping hand."

Niles maintained eye contact as he grinded his hips up into Nana, not missing the way her breath shook a little at the movement.

"Oh?"

Niles pulled himself away just far enough to look down at Nana's undergarments.

"What do we have here?" he purred, pressing a finger to the fabric before running it down along the slit that it hid. It was clear that he was more than pleased at the dampness of the garm.

"We haven't even started yet and you're like this? How unfair, Nana."

Drawling out her name, he repeated the motion, pressing just a little harder than before. Niles couldn't help the little bit of adrenaline that rushed to him when Nana arched her back a bit at his touch.

"Niles.." It sounded like a whine, "Don't tease me too much…"

Niles laughed, she could be so earnest sometimes.

"Impatient are we? Very well, just this once.."

Slipping his index fingers under the sides of her underwear, he pulled the cloth off, making a show out of undressing her. Leaning forward to support his weight on one arm, he caged Nana partly, under him.

He himself wanted to keep a very close eye on whatever delectable faces she makes, but he also knew Nana would want to be able to kiss him during whatever sinister nonsense he was up to.

He locked eyes with Nana, and he could almost see his own hungry expression in them.

Finally, a finger dipped into Nana, Niles's thumb coming up to press & rub light circles against her reddening nub. If Niles's grin could get any wider, it would have at the way Nana's hips rose up from the bed into his hand.

Her eyes trailed down to his working fingertips, she almost wanted to hide her face from the squelching sound that was emitting from his touches. She nearly felt ashamed, he hadn't even started his ministrations more than 20 seconds ago and she was already this wet.

Turning back to Niles, Nana reached for the belt looped around his pants.

"Uhm..you too…"

She barely managed to get her hands on the clasp before Niles sat up, holding her wrist.

"Ah ah ah, not yet."

Nana's lips parted, a "But-" on her lips before Niles went back to caging her beneath. Sliding another finger into her folds. Nana made a small squeak at the sensation.

"Don't you have bigger things to be worried about, Summoner?" he cooed into her ear. His innuendo for what's to come wasn't at all missed, another wave of heat resonated through her stomach, Niles was beginning to pick up the pace.

His thumb was pressing down harder, and his fingers were jutting in and out, eager to earn whatever reaction he can garner from the pink haired girl. The bed groaned softly at the movement from Nana, who's hips kept rolling up, searching for more.

She shuddered out his name the more she felt herself pulse, in response, Niles licked his lips… before pulling his hand away completely.

Nana made a confused sound at the sudden cold air between her legs, feeling empty, she turned quizzically to the one eyed thief.

"...What..?..You didn't think I'd let you finish so soon..did you?"

Nana felt herself flush with embarrassment, she'd forgotten who it was she was dealing with. It's never in Niles's repertoire to simply let her finish.

He's like a cat with a toy in the bedroom, and she, the mouse who kept coming back.

"Awww...Niles!" She was whining, yes, but she also knew Niles was a big fan of begging and wouldn't let her go without a couple of "please"s. She didn't know what he found so enticing in it but she's done it with him enough times to know his mannerisms.

He hushed her before sitting up on his knees, the bed springs squeaking in response. Nana watched as nimble fingers, some with a sheen from being pushed in and out of her earlier, unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Nana gulped at the bulge protruding through the cloth.

"Now, do tell...what is it that you want me to do to you?" Niles was playing with her, knowing how flustered he can make her through his lewd comments alone. His question lacked innocence, it was the same as if he had said "Tell me that you want me to fuck you into this bed."

He was only looking for one answer.

Nana, who covered her face with her hands at the question, peeked at him through cracked fingers. Pulling down his pants, and undergarm along with it, he gleaned expectantly at Nana in a silent "I'm not moving till you beg."

Nana felt a bit of her die inside, she'd never get used to having to say outloud what she wanted from him. Niles would never tire of watching her face morph through various emotions due to his actions. It was addicting.

It hadn't started like this, he'd mentioned it before but he wasn't always Nana's biggest fan. You see, he very much does not like being told what to do, especially by absolute strangers that summon him out of a rock. He completed his tasks of course, but he didn't like it.

He of course continued his salacious comments back then, he enjoyed watching Nana squirm, but at that time, it was out of spite. Over time, he enjoyed watching Nana squirm out of affection instead.

With the number of shenanigans Nana found herself in all the time, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. What had originally been a duty done at the behest of Lord Leo, was instead done out of a need to keep her nearby. He dreaded the idea of her being out of his reach, and lately, she had been.

Through no fault of her own of course, she was bombarded with the tasks of a summoner despite the plethora of heroes who could be of aide. Anger bubbled at the surface when he heard things like "Leave it to the summoner, she can do anything!" without thinking that it might be shoving her down a deeper hole of sleepless nights.

Regardless, this was much more than a fuck because he managed to find Nana in the hallway. She'd accepted him long ago but he wondered if she knew just how much he was attached to her.

"Do I have to..?"

Nana tried, never hurts to, but she knew the answer before she had even asked the question. Pressing himself between her legs and rubbing himself against her mound was the only answer he gave, Nana could feel how hard he was and it only made the room feel hotter.

She murmured something, not loud enough for Niles's ears to pick up on.

"Hmm...I can't hear you." He sing songed, "I hope you don't mind repeating yourself?"

Niles knew he was only making her heart pound faster by the way the blush on her cheeks travelled down her neck.

He leaned over, purposefully pressing himself against her, and pried her hands from her face.

A hungry smile graced his lips as he looked at her, awaiting.

But it seemed Nana had other ideas. Rather than begin her usual "No way, that's too embarrassing…", she reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair.

Suddenly being hit with the feeling of wanting to be close, she just wanted Niles near. Niles felt the change in mood and sighed into her touch.

He closed his eye and leaned into her hand as it travelled down to hold his cheek, fair skinned fingertips held him so tenderly that an uncharacteristic swell hit his heart.

She gently guided his face down, and leaned up to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Niles in turn returned the kiss, and began melding their lips together, briefly, before Nana pulled back just enough to look him in the eye.

Murmuring against his lips, her eyes took on a soft longing look rather than the dishevelled visage from before.

"Niles..please…please put it in…"

Niles almost wanted to laugh as she had avoided completely naming what exactly she wanted inside her but he was feeling much too connected to Nana at the moment to care.

His length twitched painfully at the unfairly adorable straightforwardness she'd displayed.

Beads of white leaked out from the tip of his member, and he took a moment to regain himself.

Humming quietly, he gave a "Because you asked so nicely" before burying his face in the curve of her neck. Shifting, he pushed her legs further apart before positioning himself, ready to sheathe himself inside her.

He gave her a second to prepare herself before slipping in, still drenched and sensitive from before, Nana gasped softly and wrapped her arms around Niles's neck and torso.

She attempted to take the lead, rolling her hip up onto him but Niles placed a hand on her side, stopping her movements.

"You didn't think I'd forgotten did you? You can move only when I say so."

His voice was laced teasing so Nana whined halfheartedly, but he frowned into her skin.

He was trying to get a hold of himself, Nana's insides were hot and wet, if he moved even an inch, he'd finish before he'd even started.

He's been in this position many times before but her earlier affection had riled something inside him, and it was having trouble not spending itself inside her right then and there.

To keep her from beginning to worry, he pressed a kiss to her neck, before licking a spot, intent on maring it.

"If you're good, maybe I'll consider it."

She didn't know what constituted "good" but at this point, she just wanted Niles to move so she sat still, awaiting whatever dubious instruction he'd come up with.

Niles himself focused on the spot he'd kissed before, lips hovered over it briefly before he took the skin in his mouth and began to suck before taking the area between his teeth, nibbling just enough to leave a noticeable bruise.

Nana, who knew she had to be patient, tried to keep still against him but it was getting more difficult by the second. It only grew worse when she felt Niles hand run up her side before reaching up to begin undoing her blouse.

Shoving her bra up, his mouth soon found its way onto her chest rather than her neck. He took a nub into his mouth while his hand kneaded her other breast. Sucking it perk, he swirled his tongue over the hardened tip as fingers tweaked the other.

Nana believed she deserved an award for keeping her hips still, Niles was touching everything sensitive and it with the heat of Niles being inside her, it was almost becoming too much.

Niles figured he'd waited long enough when he felt her clench around him, if she kept it up, he'd be in trouble.

He rolled his hips into her once, and the way Nana wrapped her legs around him to push him deeper inside her was all the incentive he needed.

His hip pulled back for a deep thrust before he slammed himself inside her, registering the mewl that fell from Nana's lips. His arms circled around her waist, holding her in place as he thrust himself hurriedly into her. The bed creaked with each thrust, and the sound of skin slapping against wet skin was beginning to fill the room.

Nana's lips were parted in a silent gasp, Niles's mouth was still working her chest as he shoved himself in and out of her, digging her hands in his hair, she cried out his name.

It only served to rile Niles up more as his flurried thrusts only increased in speed.

The thought of stopping when Nana was close crossed his mind for a brief moment, but the protest from his aching cock begging him to fill her and spill himself inside quickly cast those thoughts aside.

Some part of him wanted to claim her, every inch, inside and out. He wanted to stake his claim, to defile and corrupt her with his touch to have her cry moan out the name of someone as twisted as him.

He wanted Nana to say she loved him.

"Niles..mmhaah..please..harder..!"

He laughed in between thrusts, "What a greedy summoner..!"

She'd been good this entire time, he figured this is as far as she could go for today. Nana's own hips were snapping up to meet his, and the familiar feeling of a knot forming in her stomach was beginning to mix with white heat.

"Niles-" she could barely choke out his name through a desperate moan.

Her hands shook as she reached to cup Niles's face and pull him up to her, smashing her lips to his, teary eyes were squeezed shut as his tongue darted into her mouth, returning the kiss and swirling his tongue around hers.

She moaned into the kiss and Niles's own grunts were growing more frequent with each buck of his hips. Her chest bounced from the force of his movements as she began seizing around him, she pulled her lips just enough to cry out.

"I love you..!..I love you, Niles-..!..I lo-"

She was cut off by lips crushing hers, and the furious pounding of frenzied thrusts. She clenched around him a final time before she felt herself spasm and slip into a haze of ecstasy. For a moment, she could feel nothing but Niles's warmth and a burning hot white that overtook her.

Niles followed suit, jagged and erratic thrusts came to a halt as a final slam into her pushed him over the edge. Thick white hot cum spurted out of his cock as Nana relaxed against him, leaking down the curve of her skin, a part of him found satisfaction in being the only one to be able to fill her like this.

His cum mixed with her essence, and he briefly admired the way the sticky substance connected them as he pulled himself out. Both of them feeling the loss of each other.

He would crush this little petite summoner of his if he just collapsed on them now, so he slipped off to the side before encasing her in his arms.

She looked absolutely tuckered out, completely spent, as if all her energy had gone into lying below him and letting him use her body as he pleased.

He knew that was not the case but he found it amusing nonetheless.

She'd shut her eyes now, no doubt exhaustion had dragged her off a nice long sleep.

But not before she muttered a tired,

"..l..ove..you..Nil..es.."

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He'd been lying of course, he'd never once touched himself in her absence.

Firstly, why would he? It was much more entertaining to watch her struggle to look at the general vicinity of his length and gingerly grasp it while making the most nervous of expressions.

It felt much better in her hands than his sullied ones.

But second of all, he wouldn't have the time. Even as Nana lay beside him, exhausted by his teasing, she was left unaware of his going ons while she had immersed herself in her work.

It very much annoyed him.

It annoyed him how much work was shoved onto his Summoner, overrun, and without a moment's reprieve, it bore a gnawing feeling of disgust in him.

She shouldered so much he was surprised she hadn't broken yet, he didn't like so much being placed on her, if anyone was to break her, he preferred it to be him.

He spent a good portion of the night just watching her chest rise and fall, not a bad way to spend his time, he's used to seeing it making sharp movements in between gasps but a restful steady breathing was a welcome sight.

Good, all his work hadn't been for naught. He hadn't been gallivanting off to play with himself as he'd suggested, but rather to handle some of the responsibilities Nana had no business undertaking.

That timid nature of hers while absolutely divine in bed, often led people to attempt to push their chores on her. The meekness and kindness in her did nothing to reject other heroes unwelcome requests.

So he undertook those in her place, he'd keep that little bit to himself though, he wasn't searching for praise. In fact, he could hear her now, "Niles..Why didn't you say anything..?" in a squeaky little voice overcome with emotion. She'd always been a little bit of a crybaby, and he found no fault in it, it was always a delectable experience so long as he actually hadn't hurt her feelings.

He tucked a loose strand of light pink hair behind her ear, feeling it between his fingers before he did so. How shattered a being he was and yet she never once turned away from him, unfortunately for her, he's grown attached and refuses to let her go now.

He'll continue working unnoticed on the sidelines, the puzzled face she makes when she finds that someone has already done what she set out to do was a reward in itself. No expression on Nana went unappreciated, though his heart did like to twist and turn whenever she was truly upset.

Pressing a small kiss to her forehead, he smiled against her skin. He'd worn her out, got her to sleep after running her out of energy. Though he'd love to continue the fun, he accomplished his mission, getting her to take a break.

When he found her walking the halls earlier, she ran straight into him, probably preoccupied with whatever task she had next.

He thought his method rather effective, seducing Nana into bed for rest, would he daresay he might be a genius?

Niles sighed, as mushy and lovey dovey as this all was, she was going to get up tomorrow with that same dutifulness she thought her heroes needed of her, and it would be the same cycle all over again.

Nana shifted in her sleep, curling further into Niles. It was almost as if the world was teasing him, for a moment, he almost considered waking her for another round.

...Oh...Oh.

Niles couldn't help the quiet chuckle that escaped him.

Yes...what a perfect idea, tomorrow he could just...

His epiphany was brought short when he felt something poking at him under his shoulder. Letting an arm release Nana to grab the object netted him a...white clip?

He recognized it as Nana's and he looked down at her, he hadn't noticed when, but her hair was loose, it had come undone. A quick eye scan of the bed revealed a couple of white ties scattered across the sheets.

He felt a puff of air escape him in amusement, he'd been entirely to focused on whatever face she made to notice the mess he'd made of her hair. It stuck out in a couple places but he found it endearing, her cowlick had stayed in place the entire time funnily enough.

He pressed another kiss to her temple, and in her sleep, she shifted a little closer to him.

He gathered whatever he could grab without disturbing the sleeping summoner and set them closer to the headboard of the bed.

There was no use putting them back in her hair, tomorrow morning, he'd simply make them fall back out again.

Shutting his eyelids, the warmth of Nana's body lulled him into sleep. A smile on his lips as he imagined Nana's protests come morning sun.

#commission #my first commission!#Im so happy!#lemon #djnfbf thank you so much!#I hope you like it!

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Relationship: Tom Holland x Male!Gamer!Reader

Summary: When you’re a streamer and your boyfriend’s a movie star, what can go wrong? A lot apparently.

Warnings: Cursing and allusions to sex

Word Count: 8513 words

A/N: Hey guys. What’s up? I started making this, had a breakdown, bone apple teeth. Also, this is like my Kouign-Amann series (read the first part here!), so I don’t know if this will be a series, but maybe? I dunno. Like and reblog. I love your asks.

You feel the sweat beading on your forehead, and your hands are slippery as you aim your gun, looking down the crosshairs. It was just you, and one other person, and you had to kill them before they kill you. You don't dare reach up to wipe away the sweat, making sure to keep moving as you turn every corner, looking for any sign of the other person. You hear only your quiet footsteps, and the quiet patter of water droplets to your right. You feel your heart beating in your chest, threatening to break free from its confines. It aches as you hold your breath, not daring to more for fear that you might miss an important shot. Your head starts to hurt as you scrunch your nose, pushing your glasses back onto the bridge. You let out a steadying breath, and turn around. At the sight of a man, standing behind you with a knife, you shift your aim. He swings wildly, and you shoot. You wait with bated breath, just continuing to shoot until your clip is out. Blue text shows up on the screen.

Blue wins

You shoot up out of your chair, shocked, unable to say anything. Your headphones fall off you, and you hear your teammates shouting and screaming, loud enough where it feels like they're in the room with you.

"YES!" you exclaim, throwing your hands into the air. Looking over at the chat, you see a chorus of 'Congrats!' and 'GG's. You pick up your headset and scream into it, "We're going to Atlanta!"

There's a chorus of cheers, and you throw your hands up into the air again, your headset falling onto the desk with a loud clunk. It sounded like no one cared. You start screaming, and run off camera, before turning and going the other way, screaming the whole time. You have the goofiest smile on your face. You run back to your chair, the yell fading in your throat, and you put your headphones on again, where you hear your friends laughing. You laugh along with them.

"I gotta go, my girlfriend's asking why I'm so loud," you hear Stephanie say.

There's a chorus of agreement, and you nod.

"Okay, you all get some sleep. I'll talk to you later," you say. They all say their goodbyes and log off one by one.

You sit back in your chair, and laugh quietly. "Sorry about that," you say to your chat.

You see a few 'no worries!'

"God, I haven't been to the states since I moved…"

'Where do you live now?'

"I live in the UK. Been here four seven years now. Haven't really had a reason to move," you admit. You hear the telltale sound of a cheer in your ear, and looking over you see someone gave you 1000 cheer. "Thank you so much Malicious Soprano for the 1k cheer! 'So you've been in the UK for as long as you've been streaming?' Actually, longer. I started streaming five years ago. I was just scared to for about two of those seven," you say with a laugh.

For the next hour, you answer a few questions, finish up with a storytime, and then end the stream. You smile and sit in your chair, leaning back as you roll your shoulder.

"Finished?" You hear someone ask from the doorway. Looking up, you see your boyfriend, Tom, standing in the doorway.

You smile and open your arms. "All done." He grins and walks over, and sits in your lap. He wraps his arms around your neck, and kisses you sweetly.

"So…" he says, mumbling against your lips. "I heard you screaming. Was it good screaming?"

You chuckle and kiss him, muttering back to him, "So, you know how I said I wouldn't be able to join you in Atlanta…" He nods slowly. "Well, there's a tournament there for rainbow 6… and my team and I just qualified!"

Tom yells and kisses you. Your eyes widen, but you close them quickly, placing your hands on the side of his face and leaning into it more. He shifts in your lap, and you place a hand on his hip, squeezing. He places his hands on your back, before sliding down, and placing them on your butt. You jump, and break the kiss. Tom laughs, and you frown, though jokingly.

"Come on…" Tom says, leaning forward to kiss you again.

You roll your eyes. "We'll have plenty of time in Atlanta…"

Tom groans and places his head on your shoulder. You laugh and place a hand on his soft hair. He looks up as you run your fingers through his brown locks. "I love you," he says quietly.

You smile and lean down, kissing him. You pull away and murmur against his lips, "I love you too."

You jump as something loud bangs out from the TV speakers. You push yourself harder into Tom's shoulder, hiding your face. He's laughing.

"What are you scared of?" He asks, joking. You slap his arm. You keep your face hidden like that, shivering at every loud noise. You look behind you, and see the face of the monster, before whimpering and turning back into Tom's shoulder. "There's nothing to be-" He cuts himself off by screaming loudly, and turning the TV off completely.

"Nothing to be scared of?" You ask, and he rolls his eyes. You lean up and kiss him with a smile. You're still shaking slightly.

He places his hands on your shoulders and squeezes. "Cold?" You shake your head. You reach out and pet Tessa. She leans her head into your hand and you smile. "Okay, come on."

You don't even have time to stand up before he's holding you bridal style in his arms. You squeal and hook your arms around his neck, kicking out with your legs. Tessa gets up and follows the two of you into the bedroom.

Tom waltz's in, like he's not carrying you in his arms, and throws you ok the bed. You squeak as you tumble over, rolling twice before landing on your back. Tom comes over and starts kissing you. You place your hands on his cheeks and push him back.

You look up at him apologetically and say, "I'm sorry, but I really just want to cuddle tonight."

He smiles reassuringly, and places his hands on your hips. He slips his fingers under your shirt and asks for permission without saying a word. You nod. He pushes your shirt up and over your head, throwing it onto the ground. His shirt follows soon after. You climb underneath the covers and Tom joins you, wrapping his arms around your bare torso and pulling your head into his chest. You kiss his collarbone, and you hear him sigh above you.

That's when you feel something wiggling in between the two of you. You pull apart from Tom, and Tessa's smiling face appears between the two of you. You grin and kiss her on the nose. She looks down at it, back up at you, licks it, then licks your cheek. You laugh.

Tom kisses you.

Everything is perfect.

You groan as you get shot. Again. You were losing badly tonight, and you didn't know why. You and your party members were training, streaming almost every night in preparation for the tournament. You needed a break, something to take your mind off it. Your teammates were feeling it too. It was burning you out, and you needed a break. That's why, for an entire week, you weren't going to play. It was your idea, and the rest of them were on board.

Right now, you needed a break as well. And that break came in the form of your boyfriend, who was getting dinner ready. You look over, and give your camera a look and a gesture that you'd only be a minute before getting up and walking over.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Hey," he whispers back. He gives you a quick kiss. You smile. "Dinner's ready whenever you are."

You smile and nod, and place a hand on his arm. You kiss him, and then there's a crash.

Turning around, you see Tessa's knocked into your desk, and the monitor's been turned, and your keyboard's on the ground.

"Tessa!" You exclaim, rushing over to your computer. You pick up the keyboard, and that's when you see it, the comment in chat that makes you go pale, and makes your heart stop. The comment that changed your life.

Is that Tom Holland?

Your eyes go wide.

"Shit."

You're pacing in your living room as Tom sits on the sofa, your dinners long forgotten. You have your hands in your hair, pulling at it as you try and think. The pain your hair pulling is causing isn't helping.

"Please, stop pacing. You're just freaking yourself out more!" Tom exclaims, and you sigh, doing as asked. He gets up, and walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. He squeezes it and you look over at him.

"What are we going to do?" You ask, quiet.

"We're going to adapt," he says simply. You sigh and hang your head, placing it to his chest. He hugs it. "We knew this would happen eventually."

You huff and pull away, looking up at him. "I know, but I didn't think it would be so soon."

He laughs at you, shocked. "After three years, you think three years is too soon?"

You sigh. "I don't know! I guess I was just planning on… well planning something!" You push your face into his chest again. "I hate not having a plan…"

Tom chuckles, and lifts your chin with a finger, kissing your lips quickly. "I know love. It'll be okay. You'll be okay."

You nod and kiss him again. "Can we take our dinner to bed and watch a movie?" You ask, pouting.

Tom laughs, and kisses you again. "Of course love. You get into bed. I'll bring it to you."

You grin and rush off to bed.

You're laying in bed in the morning, your head on Tom's chest, when you see the tweet.

Tom Holland dating a nobody? It's more likely than you think!

You sigh and lay your phone on Tom's stomach. He hisses, and picks up the phone. You chuckle as he sets your phone on the bedside table. You lean up and kiss his jaw, smiling as you lay back down. He runs his fingers through your hair, and you kiss his bare chest. He sighs.

"I'm scared." You feel him shift under you, trying to look at you. No such luck.

"I know." You look up at him. He's looking down at you, sadness and pain in his eyes.

"Are you?" Your voice is quiet when it comes out, but deafening in your ears, the silence of the room enlarging the words so they fit their meaning.

"A little." He admits this with a frown. You kiss his jaw again.

"I'll stick by you, until the bitter end." He smiles and leans down, giving you a full-on kiss now.

"You better."

What you're not expecting when you're walking home is to see three teenage girls walk up to you with pens and paper. It's unexpected, and you're only a block away from home. They come up to you, and the tallest one taps you on the shoulder. You turn around and they hold out pens and a notepad.

"Oh, hello there," you say, a little shocked. You've never had anyone come up to you on the street before. You've seen people do it with Tom, but never you.

"Here, can you take these?" They ask.

You look at them quizzically. "And do what?" You ask cautiously.

"Ask Tom to sign them?"

You turn around, and walk away. You hear the girls start to walk after you, pestering you, following you and you grip your backpack straps.

You take a deep breath, and bolt.

You hear the pitter-patter of feet behind you, and you cut into an alley, the wind rushing by your ears gets louder as you run into the enclosed space. You're panting, your chest hurts, but you keep going. There's a chain-link fence, and a dumpster blocking your way, but you leap up and land on top of the top of it. You rise up slowly and look behind you, making eye contact with the three girls. You see they have their phones raised, and you just turn around and vault over the fence. Your feet hit the pavement, and you feel pain shoot up your ankles, but you just keep going, keep running. Your chest aches, your head is pounding, your legs are burning, your entire body feels like it's being dunked repeatedly in lava but still, you keep running. You do a few laps around the block, checking behind you every now and again for any sign of the girls. When you finally feel like you're safe, you go home, slowing down slightly, but not by a lot.

You slam into your door and fumble with your keys, stuffing the key into the lock and unlocking it with force. You barge through the door, leaning on it as it closes behind you. You stumble into the living room, your foot catching on the rug, and you go toppling onto your knees.

Your hearing is muffled, but you can make out footsteps, a voice, hands on your back, the touch red hot and burning. You look up slowly and see Tom there, his eyes filled with worry, your name on his lips. You look at him with tired eyes.

"What happened? [Y/N], are you okay?" He asks, worried.

You mumble something and scrunch your nose, knowing it didn't come outright. You take a deep breath and say as clearly as you can through tears you didn't know were there, "Three girls. Asked for your signature. I didn't know what to do so I ran. They followed me, so I ran faster, jumped a gate. I ran for a few blocks until I thought they were gone, and came back home." You suck in a breath, you taste tears on your tongue. "I didn't know what to do!" You feel the sob growing like a balloon in your chest and Tom hugs you before it can burst. He doesn't shush you, doesn't tell you to stop, doesn't seem uncomfortable. He just holds you, petting your hair, in silence. He just sits there with you, letting you get your feelings out. You cry until you can't anymore. You sniffle and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, chuckling breathily.

"What's funny?" Tom asks, wiping underneath your eyes.

"It's just- it's just so stupid…" You say, laughing quietly to yourself.

"It's not stupid," Tom says, holding you tight. You push your head into his chest, and he hugs your head, kissing your hair.

"Stay with me?" You ask quietly.

Tom smiles and kisses your hair again, squeezing you tight.

"Never."

It's been about two weeks since you streamed, the hiatus coming at a perfect time for the two of you. All purely by coincidence. When you log on, your teammates are supportive, congratulating you, coming to your side, backing you up. You tell them thank you, but not to tell anyone or talk about it on steam. You didn't need more people getting into a conversation they had no reason to be in. They're all understanding, and you thank them for that.

When the stream actually starts, it's pretty normal, though the numbers watching you stream have practically doubled overnight. No one talks about Tom, no one brings him up, it's nice. You talk about the tournament, about the game, and about nothing all at the same time, getting into an argument about Marmite at one point. You and Sadie, your Australian player, love it. The rest of them hate it. You're suspicious of the number, of the growing amount of people that seem to be joining, getting higher and higher, but you don't say anything, just keeping it to yourself. You just sit and laugh and have a good time, and not think about anything, until you see a cheer, and your face goes blank.

Where's Tom?

You clear your throat and continue playing, but as soon as you round the corner, you get downed, interrogated, and killed. You groan and curtly sound off callouts from the cameras to your team, but it's too late. You lost. You sigh and put your head in your hand, looking up at chat.

I saw Tom's name.

where is he?

omg is he here!

Guys stop, we're going to have to ban you.

yeah seriously youre spamming

I want to see Tom!

Where's Tom?

You groan again and thump your head against the table. You hear a ping in your headphones and look up. Jax messaged you something.

'Hey, you okay dude?' He asks.

You nod and type back quickly, 'Yeah. Just need a break from my chat.'

"Hey, guys?" You hear Jax say in your headphones. There a chorus of yes's. "Why don't we just get drunk and play some Minecraft?"

Everyone else cheers, leaving to get some drinks, but you just smile and say simply, "Jax, I don't drink."

"Yeah, but you love it when we do," he says, knowing he's right. He is. You don't say anything, and he laughs. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Yeah yeah," you retort, rolling your eyes, knowing he's right.

"Hey babe?" You hear from the doorway. Looking over you see Tom in the doorway, holding his phone out, confused. You get up and walk over, kissing him quickly, looking behind you to make sure Tessa's still in her signature spot in the corner. No one knew your dog's name; or, at least, they didn't. You had never had to say her name before, but now that everyone knew who you were living with, it was obvious who the Blue Staffy in the corner was.

"Yes, hon?" You ask. "What is it?"

Tom blushes slightly. "How- how do you do the story thing? Where you save them to your page?"

You smile and kiss his cheek, taking the phone and going to his page. "It's just that there. You tap whatever ones you want to keep."

He smiles and kisses you. "Thanks. I'm like an old man, I swear," he says as he walks off.

You roll your eyes and smile, walking back to your computer with a dopey look on your face. You put your headphones back on and say into the mic, "Sorry guys! Had something to take care of."

You don't hear what they say because your attention is turned back to the chat.

omg was that tom?

hi Tom!

Oh shit, it's Tom.Holland isn't it? He left for Tom?

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omg tom just leave him hes not even that funny any-

You shut off chat, closing the tab on your right side monitor.

You have an amazing rest of your night.

"Let's go out?"

You look at Tom from your desk, having turned around to gawk at him. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" You ask, confused.

Tom stands up and rolls his eyes. "I said…" He walks over to you and places his hands on the arms of your chair. He leans in and says quietly, just above a whisper, "We should go out. To dinner." You go to speak, but he kisses you. "We've been inside for two weeks, barely going out to do stuff. I miss when we could just go out for a nice meal…"

You scoff. "You mean before you became a big shot movie star?"

He chuckles and rests his head on your shoulder. "Yeah yeah. Can we please just go out? I'm feeling really stir crazy…"

You sigh and kiss his head. "Fine fine. But I get to choose." He grins and kisses you.

That's how you found yourself at Château de la Nourriture, a small bistro twenty minutes from your place. You used to always go there when you first started dating Tom. Almost every week you'd go on a date. At first, all you would do was talk, but as conversation dwindled, the comfortable silence took its place. You'd never had that before, silence that felt good, felt safe. That's how you knew you wanted to stay with him, for as long as you could.

You smile at him from across the table, and he reaches his hand out. You grab it. He glows. He looks so incredibly happy and honestly, you are too. You really like being able to hold his hand, to walk with him in public with your fingers interlocked, not having to pretend to just be friends, roommates. He lifts up your hand and kisses your knuckles, making your face go warm. You smile at him.

CLICK!

You look over and see a kid with his phones out, taking a picture of you. You take your hand away from Tom's, not looking at him as the kid continues to snap pictures. Glancing over at Tom, he looks angry.

He puts on a smile though, and says to the kid, "Hey, we're having dinner right now, could you not photograph us please?"

CLICK!

That's when the parent runs over and scoops the kid up, ripping the phone out of his hand. "I am so sorry about that!" She says, apologizing furiously. "God I'm so sorry, I thought he was behind me and when I turned around he was gone and I looked over and saw him at your table. He would not stop talking about you all night and I figured if he was anywhere it had to be here and-"

You put a hand up to stop her, and she closes her mouth. "Thank you, ma'am, for collecting your child. Please tell him what not to do in restaurants," you say simply, a sad look in your face.

The mom's face falls. "You know, he's a huge fan of yours Mr. [L/N], and you're being really rude." Your eyebrows raise and you look over at Tom, who's just as shocked.

You get up from the table, and just walk away.

Later that night, you're laying in bed, looking at your phone when you see an article pop up on your feed.

TOM HOLLAND AND BOYFRIEND SPOTTED! WHO IS IS THIS MYSTERIOUS PERSON AND ARE THEY REALLY THAT UNKNOWN?

You click on the article and start reading it. It goes through your history online, starting as a YouTuber and then switching over to streaming once a week, before finally deciding to just do that full time. They have pictures from when you and Tom first started going out, when the media thought you were just friends or roommates. Then there, at the bottom, is the pictures from tonight. They're blurry, and half the time Tom's not even in the photos that were taken vertically, but there's one clear picture, definitely from a higher angle, taken horizontally. It's you and Tom, looking angry at something next to the lense.

You groan and realize it's probably from when the mother picked up her child, when you both were angry the kid had ruined your dinner. You go to keep reading, but the phone is taken out of your hand. You go to protest, but the words get caught in your throat.

There was Tom, frowning at your phone which he had clutched in his hand, completely naked. You go to speak, but the words get caught in your mouth before they can tumble out. He looks up at you, and his frown disappears, being replaced by a smirk. He throws your phone onto the bedside table and gets down on his hands, crawling over to where you're laying down.

"You know…" he says quietly into the shell of your ear. He noses at your hair. "The night isn't over…" You feel him pressed up against you, already halfway there. Your breath catches in your throat and you nod slowly. He bites at your ear and your chest clenches. "Is that a yes?" He asks low in your ear, and he starts kissing down your neck to your neck and collarbone.

He bites.

You moan.

"Yes!"

"Okay okay okay…" you mumble to yourself as you look at what you've packed. "Pants, shirts, underwear, socks, extra shoes, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant…" you list. "Am I missing anything?"

You look over at your boyfriend who was just laying in the middle of the bed, with no concern for your stuff. He looks up from his phone. "Hm?"

You roll your eyes and smile. "I asked if I was missing anything." He looks at you questioningly. "For the trip?"

"Oh! Um…" He looks around the bed. "Chargers?"

"Oh!" You exclaim, going into the spare bedroom to get your extra chargers. One for your phone and one for your computer. You grab an extra USB one for your phone, in case you need to charge it on the go. You walk back into your room, put the cables down, and hear the doorbell.

Looking over at Tom, you see him confused. "Were you expecting someone?" He asks, putting his phone down and sitting up.

"No? We're you?" You ask. He shakes his head. Carefully, you leave the bedroom. Looking behind you, you see Tom following, though a safe distance away admittedly. You walk up to the door, and a woman with her phone out is standing there, the bottom pointed away from her and towards you. "Um, hello? Who are you?"

She smiles brightly. "Hi! My name is Linda Grayson! I'm a reporter from The Sun! I was wondering if I could-"

You don't let her finish. You just slam the door in her face and whirl around to face Tom, wide-eyed and scared.

You hear banging on the door. "I just want to talk to you about your relationship! The readers want to know!" Linda screams from the other side, almost every syllable punctuated by the slamming of her fist. You turn around and close the bolt, and the chain at the top. The doorbell starts ringing. And ringing. And ringing.

You groan and throw your head back on the door, not moving.

"We can call the police if it continues," Tom says, but you shake your head.

"And how will that look?" You ask, exasperated. "I know your agent's already pissed at you, what with everything going on. You know with- well with me and-"

Tom cuts you off. "No. Stop it. I don't care. They can be as mad as they want. I love you and that won't change. All this press, the media, all of it. Nothing's going to change what we have."

You walk over to him and grab his hand. He squeezes and you squeeze back.

"I love you too," is all you say. It's all you need to say.

The doorbell is still going off.

"So what the fuck are we going to do about this?" Tom asks.

You sigh. "I think we should call the cops."

It was a foggy Tuesday morning when you arrived in Atlanta. You and Tom were all bundled up, but even with the fog, it was blisteringly hot. You ended up shedding most of your clothing before you even got to your car. Because Tom was a big shot movie star now, he was given access to a car to take them places. They wholeheartedly agreed to it. Getting through the airport and to the car was not a huge deal. Only a few people stopped them, but they were kind and courteous, asking politely for pictures or autographs. Neither of you were in any rush, so you indulged them. You mostly took the pictures.

The ride to the hotel was silent, but you were okay with that. You didn't need to talk. You just held Tom's hand and every time you thought about him, you would squeeze his hand. He always squeezed back. You walked into the hotel hand in hand, past all the screaming fans and paparazzi alike. You walk in unabashedly, unashamed, unfazed. You go to your room and your stuff is dropped off. As soon as everyone leaves you alone, your lips are attacked by Tom's who pushes you against the wall. He pins your hands above your head, and you just moan into his mouth.

He pulls away with a grin. "Holy shit that felt so good!" He exclaims.

"What?" You ask confused.

"Just- just holding hands! Walking outside in public without having to stand two feet apart!" He shouts, excited. You start grinning too, and soon enough, Tom's pressing up against you again. "Can this just stay like this, forever?"

You smile and kiss him. "Yes."

Day one of the event, Tom can't join you. He's busy shooting his movie, what few scenes he was doing in Atlanta anyways. You had learned through him that he was going to have to travel to Italy for most of the scenes. You don't mind. When your boyfriend was a movie star you had to make sacrifices. Mostly though, when he was doing press tours, you were able to join him. It was fun, and you got to travel a lot. Your fans before that just assumed you traveled a lot.

Day one went smoothly. Your team got further in the competition, winning three matches and losing only one. You progress to the next day. You spend the day with your teammates, just walking around the convention when you're finished, buying art of you or Tom, or just whatever's cute. You take pictures with cosplayers and just have a good time with your friends. You gorge yourselves on shitty fake nachos and introduce your Australian mates to some of the worst, but most popular, American foods.

That night, sitting in the hotel room, Tom comes in from a long day of filming. Expecting him to want to go straight to bed, you had put your pajamas on in anticipation. What he says when he comes in though is not what you're expecting.

"Let's go to a club."

You look at him, shocked. "Are you sure? Usually, you just want to sleep through tomorrow…" You walk over to him, placing a hand on his forehead.

He grabs your wrist and kisses your hand. "I want to go out, like we used to. I want to dance on my boyfriend and not care if anyone sees us. I want to get drunk and have amazing sex later tonight."

You scoff. "Well, I'm not having sex with you if you get drunk." He waves it off but you know he understands. God, you make us sound like an old married couple… Fine! Fine. We'll go out. Just, let me get changed?"

Tom nods, kissing you quickly, before letting you go get changed. You don't like to dress up very flashy, so tonight it's a simple jean t-shirt combo with a black bomber jacket. You put a baseball cap on, Red Sox, and stand by the door once you're done.

Tom grins at you and takes your hand. He leans over and kisses you. You don't break the contact.

Atlanta is a beautiful town at night, with its old neon signs lighting up the night sky, turning everyone a shade of purple or green, red or orange. It's gorgeous walking out at night, and it's even more amazing holding Tom's hand.

You get to the club, a little underground thing with flashing neon lights above it. It's quite aesthetically pleasing. You and Tom get a quick picture, a snapshot, underneath the lights. You walk inside hand in hand.

The music is loud, thumping through your ears, the bass vibrating through your heart. It's dark, hard to see except for the few choice lights, like the ones above the bar and turntable. There's no one there at the moment, but it's a Wednesday night. The one thing that's strange about this place are the people. There are people everywhere. At the bar, sitting at tables, around the outside chatting, and especially, on the dancefloor.

You barely have time to take it all in before he drags you over there. He doesn't even let you take a break before he starts dancing on you. You have no idea what to do. You don't dance, you sit in a chair all day and play video games or edit. Tom's always been the dancer in the house, dragging you into impromptu slow dances or just grinding on you while music played. There was one time he gave you a lap dance and you couldn't keep your hands off him. You didn't even last through the song. You vowed you'd never let him do that again. He vowed to break that.

You end up just swaying in time to the music, though you couldn't really find a beat. There were no drums to keep you on track. You try and find a bass line, but the completely electronic music is making your head spin and you can't pinpoint any of it. That's when you feel someone grabbing your arm, dragging you away from your dancing boyfriend who was in his own moment. You look up and see a handsome guy, long black hair that hangs just above his shoulders, wearing the most disgusting and outlandish tropical button-up you'd ever seen. He starts dancing on you, and you freeze. He doesn't stop though, doesn't sense your discomfort. You go to back away, but he grabs your arm, and says over the music, "Where do you think you're going?"

You tense up. This is why you didn't go out. This is why you didn't talk to people. Where's Tom?

"I-I'm going back to my boyfriend!" You exclaim.

He scoffs. "What boyfriend? Where? I don't see anyone here." He leans in closer. You can smell the hard alcohol he's been drinking.

You see a hand reach up, and tap his shoulder gently, with the grace of a spider. The man turns around suddenly, letting go of your arm. Standing in front of him, is Tom, arms crossed and a very annoyed look on his face.

"Excuse me, I think that's my boyfriend you're touching," he says, enunciating every syllable in the word 'boyfriend'. The man looks at him, shocked and a little confused.

"I'm sorry, when did they let a teenager in here? I thought this was a club!" He shouts over the music.

You see Tom getting defensive, and the guy is getting angrier by the second. There's a crowd forming around you, and while the music is still playing, you think they turned it down a little. You clench your fist and grab the guy by the shoulder spinning him around just as he extends a punch. You fuck and it swings over your head, just barely missing Tom's. He follows through too heavily with the punch, and before he can strike again, you push yourself upwards, your fist going straight into his jaw. You hear a crack and he grips his face, howling in pain. Security guards and bouncers alike pull the two of you apart, and you are forcefully ejected from the building. You stumble out onto the street and Tom catches you, making sure you don't fall. Looking up at him, he's grinning like a madman.

"Holy shit [Y/N]!" He exclaims, placing a hand around your waist. "That was incredible!"

You shake your head and grip your hand. "Yeah, that wasn't really worth it though…" You look around. "Shit I'm sorry, I saw him going for you and I know how Marvel would feel if you got hurt and I know how it-"

Tom cuts you off with a finger to your lips. You stop mid-sentence and look down at it, confused. He pulls away, apologetic, and says calmly, "Well, thank you for that. Now, let's get you back to the hotel, and I'll help you patch up your hand. I need you at peak performance for tomorrow."

You grin and let him walk you back.

Day two is much like the first. Even with your hurt hand you still manage to get into the semi-finals, though just barely squeaking by. That night, Tom doesn't want to go out. You sit in the hotel room and watch some funny movies. You end up falling asleep halfway through Hot Fuzz. When you wake up the next morning, there's a note on the pillow next to you.

Gone out for the shoot today. Get some rest. I love you. ~T

You smile at the note and set it aside. You get up and get dressed, putting on your team's jacket. The UK Controls. It wasn't the best name, but it was as good as you could come up with. It was also funny because you're the team captain and the only UK member on the team. You don't even sound British.

The event is largely the same on day three. You get there, practice a few rounds, then take a break, walking the floor and taking pictures. You don't get a single person mentioning Tom or your relationship. You're ecstatic by the time the actual competition comes around. You sit down in your chair, add your specific specs for your weapons, and the game begins.

Your team is on defense first. You go around, placing fortifications on the walls you know need them. Soon enough, everyone has armor and the walls are not going to break when shot at. You crouch behind the open doorway, and lean out. Nothing. You move up slowly, your gun in your hand. You hear footsteps behind you, but Jax says he's going out with you, so you don't turn around to look at him.

You peek out the next wall, and take three shots, destroying a camera, cursing that it took so many bullets. Jax just continues to follow you. You hear the muffled voice of the announcers in the background but you ignore it.

Something explodes next to you, and you look. The window you were next to was just shot out. The bullets all went above your head. You pop your head up and take five shots. Headshot. The crowd cheers. You keep focusing.

You crouch back down, but keep an eye on the window. If they were smart they'd travel in pairs of two. You hear gunshots and pieces of the window fly into your vision. Jax peeks up and takes a few shots. Downed. Killed. Jax is at half health. You and him continue moving. Stephanie yells that there's someone on the stairs. You and Jax rush over as she kills one but is downed by the other. He kills her, you get a headshot on him. Two left. Four of you.

You hear screaming, Sadie, who's being shot by two at once. She goes down. They interrogate her and kill her. She shouts that one is at half and the other's almost dead. You and Jax go towards where she died, your last teammate, Harry, going as well. Jax doesn't get very far; he gets headshotted. You immediately dart around the corner, peaking your head out to get a few shots off. You down the one who was low, and just shoot them until they're dead. There's only one left. You hear Harry say he's almost there, he turns a corner, and he's lit up. He manages to get a few shots off, but gets downed almost right away. You peek around the corner, and fire off a single shot. Headshot.

Round over.

You cheer, the rest of your team cheering as well. It's a short game, and you beat them four to nothing. The rest of the day goes the same, you dominating everyone. You make it to the finals.

During your last game, you stand up in your seat you're so excited. When the crowd starts chanting your name, you do some random, silly poses, just making everyone, including yourself, laugh. It was incredible. You're still grinning as you make your way back to the hotel. You get stopped for a few pictures, and some fans ask about Tom. It doesn't deter your mood.

You walk into the hotel room, and see Tom, sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. He looks like he only got home a few minutes ago, not much earlier than you. He looks up at you, going to say hello, but you just rush over and kiss him. Hard. You close your eyes, and you feel him open his wider, his eyelashes brushing against your cheekbones. Pretty soon, his hands are on your face, and he's passionately kissing you right back. You lean into him, pressing a knee in between his legs, and he moans, low and deep, the rumbling of thunderous lust vibrating his skull. You bite his lip and pull back, letting go with a smirk. He sits there, confused but very turned on.

"What was that for?" He asks.

You shrug. "I had a really good day."

He smiles and kisses you. "Well, would you like to make it even better? I need something to wind down with…"

You grin, and say yes.

You wake up, your face smashed into the pillow and your arm around Tom's bare waist. You smile, and sigh in content. You lean over and go to kiss him, and the alarm goes off. You groan and reach over, smacking the top of it. Tom groans and covers his face with a pillow. You chuckle and lean over, kissing his forehead before walking to your suitcase and taking out your jersey you've been wearing since the beginning of the competition. You were going to have to wash it when you got home.

Tom sits up in bed and squints at you. His hair is sticking up all over the place, and he's looking at you confused. "What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed. I have a final to win," you respond with a joking smile. His eyes widen and he starts getting out of bed. "What are you doing?"

He rushes over to his suitcase and starts going through it, trying to find something clean that he can wear. "Well, I don't have work today, so I'm going to join you!"

Your eyes widen. "Really?" You grin and Tom leans over, kissing you.

"Really. I wouldn't miss it for the world," he says. You kiss him again.

"Thank you."

You collect everything you need, and wait by the door for Tom. You hand him your backpack. He raises an eyebrow. "Why are you giving me this?"

"I need someone to hold it. I can't cover my jersey!" You turn around with a goofy smile and point at the back of your jersey. It says [L/N] on the top, and in the middle in big white text, it has 42 in the middle. You look over your shoulder and see Tom laughing at you. He has the backpack slung over his shoulder.

You reach out with your hand and he grabs it, squeezes it. You squeeze back.

The walk to the convention center is pretty uneventful. Only two people stop you, and they just want a picture with you. Now it's Tom who's taking the picture. It's usually reversed. You tease him about it when you walk through the metal detectors.

You know Tom's been to Comic-Con, multiple times, but this is different. There aren't a million people all crowding around you, making it impossible for a celebrity to walk. There were maybe three hundred people at most at the entire event at one time. Most were in the main hall watching everyone warm up.

You take Tom around back and say hi to your teammates, introducing them to Tom for the first time.

He watches in the wings while you warm up.

Looking over at Tom from your seat, your heart clenches in glee, at him standing there, watching you with a smile. You win all your practice rounds. You walk over to Tom and he gives you a kiss and a congratulations. Everyone 'Aw's around you.

Until you go on stage, fight the final fight, you have three hours. Jax offers to take everyone out to food, but you and Tom say you're not hungry.

You end up splitting off from the group and walking the floor for a few hours. A few more people ask for pictures, but other than that, nothing really happens. You show Tom some artwork, and he even buys a couple himself. You tell him if you got one already so you don't buy two of the same. You have to leave extras for everyone else.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around, switching the hand that's holding Tom's when he turns around as well. It's a woman, not much shorter than you, who's holding out her phone. She looks shy, like she can't quite say what she wants.

"Do you want a picture?" You ask. She nods.

Tom takes the phone and starts walking away, but she stops him. "W-wait!" She exclaims. "Can I get a picture with the two of you?"

Tom looks genuinely shocked, but nods anyway. He sidles up next to you and all of you smile, though her more awkwardly, and he takes the picture. Handing the phone back to her she says, "Thank you. My-my girlfriend and I have been big fans of yours [Y/N] for a really long time, and when we found out you were with Tom well… we binged all your movies and became instant fans." She says this sheepishly, and Tom offers her a consoling smile. "And your story inspired us. We came out to our parents." She looks away and you smile sadly at her. "It went well actually." Your smile turns into one of relief. "We were able to come out because of your story. Because of you, we're able to be open and out."

You look at her, you feel the telltale pinpricks of years forming in the corners of your eyes, and you grab Tom's hand.

"Thank you," you say quietly.

She nods and smiles, before turning around and walking away. You see her go to someone off to the side and whisper in her ear, before kissing her on the cheek. She looks even shyer than the woman who came up to you.

Tom kisses you on the cheek, and you smile, turning your face to kiss him. You walk back to the main stage hand in hand.

The hour up to the final fight has you shaking, and Tom has to sit you down to comfort you. He grabs your hand and says to you, "You'll do amazing."

You nod and kiss him once. You get up and join your team at the entrance. Jax takes your hand and squeezes. You squeeze back before letting go. You look behind you and Tom is there, smiling.

Everything happens in snapshots, the getting up, the hand, the looking behind. It's like you can only see the world in so many ways, like every time you blink, you take another picture. You hear your name being called. You walk out with your team. You wave at all of the attendees. The lights are bright, so bright you can't see them. You wave anyways. You stand with your team in front of your computers and look at the other team. Cloud nine, one of the best in the world. Obviously. They were here. You give each other a nod, some smile some don't, you don't, and you walk behind the desk. You sit down in your chair, look at your teammates, and put on your headphones.

The games are a blur. You don't know if you're winning or losing. You think you see more blue than orange.

You look up at the scores. Tied. Last game. You sigh and turn back to your computer. As you're thrust into the game, you realize you're on defense. Looking up at the score on your computer, it's tied there as well. Sudden death. You feel your arms shaking as you put up fortification after fortification. You grab some armor and hunker down by one of the windows. A bullet goes over your head. The parts of the window fall around you. You pop up and fire off a shot blindly. Headshot. You hear the crowd go wild but you don't think about it. You just keep playing.

Jax downs someone. Interrogates him. Kills him. Jax is killed. Stephanie kills them. Everything's happening so fast you almost don't notice the two rouge fighters entering the room. You dive behind the table as they light up where you just were with bullets. You pop your head up and fire off a few shots. One manages to hit, but he gets out of the way before more damage can be done. You shout off calls, who's where and who's vulnerable. You see Harry and Stephanie coming around the back. You pop out, they shoot, and you manage to only get hit a few times before the pop back down to reload. You walk around and start shooting at them. You down one and hurt the other. You get downed as well. They go to kill you, but the one who's up gets headshotted, his brains and blood splattering over you. The one who's downed is also killed, and Stephanie runs over to you, helping you up. You get up, and she goes down. Looking over you see the window, and by the time you turn back around, she's dead. You quickly run out of the way and to the window, waiting for the guy to shoot again. Jax breaches the window and you step back, watching it explode in front of you. Going back to the window you crouch down below it, popping up to look and see where he is. Jax does the same and gets a bullet in the skull. You take that time to shoot.

Headshot.

Everyone around you jumps up in their chairs as you see the familiar blue text in front of you.

Blue Wins

You sit there shocked as everyone around you starts hugging you. You stand up slowly, in shock, hugging the rest of your team back. There's screaming all around you, but you hear over all of it;

"UK CONTROL IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION!"

You're handed a trophy, and you grin as your picture is taken. You look off to the side and see Tom standing there, cheering and clapping louder than everyone else in the room. You're ushered off stage and you hand the trophy over to Jax before running and jumping into Tom's open arms, kissing him.

"I'm so proud of you," he says quietly over the screaming from the other room. You kiss him.

This is the best day of your life.

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