#and heeeeeey it let me post!

[breezypunk]

The kitchen table isn't just meant for setting plates. ;)

[grison-in-space]

I'm honestly very confused why people on Tumblr seem to think that abstaining from voting and allowing Trump to win is better for some instead of worse for everyone except billionaires. Like ok, the dude literally says that he's going to accelerate the ongoing genocide, repeal LGBTQ+ rights, and basically set the US under a dictatorship among other atrocities. How is voting for the average democrat not harm reduction in comparison. I'm just scrolling through the comments and replies on that post trying to wrap my head around it. People are acting like a revolution is the only way of achieving harm reduction and its like no, a revolution is the goal and in the meantime we still have to deal with the current presidential campaign because we literally have a month and unless you can overthrow the government in that time frame, Trump will win if users don't vote. I don't even think that they're bots or astroturfing or anything because I recognize a lot of usernames, I'm just trying to understand their perspective. A larger chance of less genocide over the course of four years is not better than no genocide, no, but it's better than a guarantee of more genocide. Especially when the other option is a tiny, minuscule chance of no genocide in the future (and given that we can still vote, Trump will make sure that Palestinians no longer exist at the end of his term).

I'm honestly just fucking done with seeking understanding right now. It's very funny, because the whining about shaming over not voting is actually making me a lot more inclined to lose respect for people who deliberately choose not to vote than just letting it go would be.

I get that the focus on voting leading up to (particularly presidential) elections can be obnoxious. I also get that it can be discouraging when your slate of realistic political candidates is...limited, to say the least, and when you are playing with one hell of a stacked deck. I spent eight years in Texas, okay? And I am also mildly irritated and impatient about the level of "heeeeeey, have you made a plan to vote yet?" stuff going around, because of fucking course I have, can we think about anything else for a second?

And yet.

Voting is a hassle and it's annoying and sometimes I have a hard time finding candidates I respect. And it's my fucking civic duty to show up and pick the best person available for the job anyway. Sometimes I cuss as I try to find the polling place. Sometimes I make a plan and sometimes I go "oh shit oh shit" and I scramble. I am a human person. I also think it is very important to focus on other things, too, which is why I do those when I am not focusing on voting.

But get out the vote efforts have to be pervasive and loud and hard to ignore. They're trying to reach the most flaky, mercurial, forgetful ADHD motherfuckers on the ground and get those folks to the polls on time. They're trying to reach people whose lives are exploding around them and get them to the polls, where their vote might let someone who actually wants to help do something about it. They're trying to change the system that exists in front of us using the most tractable levers currently existing on the ground.

So frankly? When the GOTV shit annoys me and I can't deal with it for a second? I remind myself it's not about me, and I go curl up with a book. If it's not about me, it's not about me. I always make a voting plan, I find my station and I usually go early on a time when I have some space to wait, and I thank my poll workers and smile at them and then I feel good about myself for twenty minutes before I go about the rest of my day. So I can say that to the GOTV people and they go away and find someone else to hassle. It's fine! It's fine. The world doesn't have to be about me.

I feel like that is not that goddamn hard to do, but you'd never know it from the way some people complain.

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Drunk in Love — Campbell Bain x Reader

Sweet Jane Masterlist

Summary: Campbell calls Y/N drunk so she can pick him up from his station’s night out at the bar.

Warnings: Drunk Campbell; Drunk Campbell is clingy, Reader is mentioned to be much shorter than Campbell who is roughly six feet tall (I am personally five foot two); Reader is implied to not be Scottish but it can be interpreted by being from a different part of Scotland (I am personally American)

Note: I'm not crazy about the Beyonce song, it doesn't really fit, but if you had any other suggestions of songs about intoxication and love...

(Post-Asylum; May be connected to “Sweet Jane” or read alone)

"They were utterly intoxicated by each other."

"Even drunk, I am caught off guard by the way I remain intoxicated by you."

"Be drunk with love, for love is all that exists."

1994 *Six months after the events of “Takin’ Over the Asylum”

It was two in the morning when the phone rang about six months after Campbell got the Scotland Radio job. 

“Ahhhg.” She groaned, blindly and lazily feeling around for her phone, knocking some things over, and answered her phone, “Hello.”

“Heeeeeey! Baby!” Came Campbell’s voice, clearly drunk. “Oh, I love you so much. Also, I’m super drunk with Eddie and them from work. Did I tell you I helped Eddie get a job at the station!?”

“Yes, Cam. I did. I was there when you did it." Y/n said.

“Twice a week.” He laughed, “But I’m just so sloshed! I can’t drive and neither can Eddie. Francine’s picking him up. Can you pick me up!? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase…” He kept that high pitched tone up until she said yes which she was going to anyways.

“Okay, yes. I will, just stop whining in that tone.” She said, “Let me get ready to leave first.”

“Love you!” Campbell sang and then he started singing Goin’ Out of My Head before Y/N hung up.

She groaned and rolled out of the bed.

--

When she arrived at the station, everyone else was gone except Campbell who was singing, drunkenly, I Want Your Cray-Cray at a high-pitched singing voice dressed in one of his hoodies just as his girlfriend was.

“I want your cray-cray!”

"Hey, radio star." Y/N said, walking up to her intoxicated boyfriend.

"Baby! My love! My world! My universe!" He laughed, getting up and throwing his arms around her neck, with him being so much taller than her, he nearly knocked her over but she managed to get a firm footing before that happened.

"Why are you sitting out here? It's way too cold."

"It's too hot in there." He said and tried to take another swig of alcohol.

"No. No, Campbell." She said, wrestling the bottle from his boyfriend who was whining now like a baby. "Come on, let's get you home."

"You first. I'm loving the view." He flirted, looking her up and down shamelessly, as he brought his hands to her waist, running his fingertips gently on her skin, below the hoodie. "You know how much I love seeing you in my clothes, especially my hoodies."

"Campbell, you're drunk." She sighed.

"And I did exactly what you told me to. I called you."

"Yes, I did. And you did so well." She cooed, her hand cupping his cheek and he nuzzled into it, proud of himself. "now come on. Let's go home." 

She pulled him towards her car and helped him into the passenger's seat before moving to the driver's seat. 

Campbell dozed off on Y/N's shoulder during the ride before she woke him up.

"No..." He whined so she turned the car inside light on and he groaned, "Ahhhhhg."

"Come on, party animal. Let's get you ready for bed." She said.

Campbell tried to be on his best behavior while drunk but he felt anyone else would've just dropped him on the couch... but not Y/N, not his Y/N. 

She sat him on the edge of the tub in the bathroom. 

"How many drinks did you have?" She asked 

"I don't know." He mumbled without opening his mouth.

She brought a breathalyzer to him and held the nozzle to his mouth, "Open." He opened his mouth. "Breathe." He breathed. The breathalyzer beeped and read... ".16... so you had like seven drinks?"

"Sounds 'bout right." He slurred, nodding.

"Campbell, that's too high." She scolded and he pouted like a little puppy. She placed her hand on his forehead, he leaned his head back, looking at her with an alcohol-glazed lovey look, and then she felt his cheek and once again he nuzzled into her hand. "You don't seem cold or clammy, your skin doesn't seem to be any paler than usual. You're breathing is quick. So, you don't have alcohol poisoning..." She took him by the hands and pulled him to his feet, "let's brush your teeth, your breath stinks."

"I think a kiss from you is enough. Because you're so sweet." He flirted, leaning in for a kiss.

She leaned away from the kiss, making him pout and give her his puppy-dog eyes. "And you're so cheesy." She brushed his teeth for him and then told him to stay still in the middle of the bathroom while she got him some pajamas, slightly worried he might topple over and hit his head on the sink or bathtub. She got him a Radio Scotland t-shirt as he usually slept in a tee and his boxers. She brought the t-shirt as he started to shed his hoodie and unbuckle his belt.

She blushed, "Uh, Camps, here." She muttered, handing him the t-shirt, avoiding looking at him but he didn't take it and she looked at him as he had planned and he pulled his shirt over his head and smirked, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

"Campbell!" She said, sternly.

"Alright. I was just jokin'. I'll be out in a minute." He said with a drunken giggle in his Scottish accent and she left.

A minute later, he called, "Help."

She opened the bathroom door to find him just barely keeping himself from tripping due to his jeans at the floor now, pooled at his feet and him still being very drunk, and trying to put his head through a sleeve. "I'm stuck." She could hear the pout in his voice.

Y/N smiled, gently and she walked over to him, "stay still." She advised him.

"Never." He mumbled with a hint of a childish whine.

She eased him to stillness before fixing the t-shirt so his head went through the head hole and helped him navigate his arms through the sleeves.

"Aye, my hero." He smirked and she leaned up, gently kissing him and he never refused a kiss from her.

She was a goddess from Scottish or Celtic mythology in his eyes. She was the Baobhan Sith, the female vampire who seduced men with her beauty and he would gladly give her his blood if she asked. She was Mórrigan, the Irish-Celtic warrior-queen goddess. She was Cliodna, the Scottish-Celtic goddess of beauty, love, and passion. He worshipped her with his every being.

"Okay, superstar, time for bed." She giggled.

"Will you stay?" He asked, forgetting whose house this was.

"Well, this is my house. So..."

"I like to wake up, looking at you." He mused before flopping face-first on the bed.

Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed him on his side of the bed.

Y/N turned off the lights and climbed into bed. A few minutes went by before Campbell said, loudly, right in her ear, "WAIT!?" He startled her with the volume of his voice, making her jump and pull away from him, and he lowered it, "Sorry." She reached next to her and turned on the sidetable lamp. "What were you doing when I called you?"

"Sleeping..." She said, hesitantly.

His eyes turned back into puppy-dog eyes of sadness.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, love." He apologized, he cupped the back of Y/N's head. "I must've been pretty annoying all night."

"No, you weren't." She reassured him, puncturing each sentence with a kiss. A sure-fire way to keep his drunk self entertained--also a sure-fire way to keep his sober self enterained. "I'd get up in the middle of the night to come and get you as much as you need. I love you."

He smiled and kissed her before bringing her in so she could rest her head on his arm and he stretched the turn off the light and the two fell asleep to a morning of him whining about his hangover.

[wingamy24]

heeeeeey its me, the one who complains about characters from a 15 yr old show. let's talk about annie edison.

"annie's pretty young, we try not to sexualize her."

first of all, i'm going to clarify that i absolutely ADORE annie. the thing is that i've seen a lot of people here here talk about britta and how her character's broken from S2-S6 (i think its more of S3-S6) but i've never seen anyone talk about annie. even though she's a more complex character than britta, i can't help but feel like she's a little broken too.

first of all, i think we all notice that a LOT of times, annie is for the male gaze. she constantly gets hypersexualized AND infantilized at the same time when she does her rage moments, which are actually really funny... until it starts getting weirdly sexual. watching annie do the "teach me how to understand christmas" song was worse than watching MORBIUS. what was that. i genuinely believe that annie WOULDN'T do that. also, the song was, once again, both hypersexualized AND infantilized at the same time, making it the creepiest scene on community IMO.

i already talked about this a bit on my britta/annie broken chemistry essay, but annie was also very different on S1. the fact that she's basically a highschool girl and very innocent wasn't ignored then, and it made some really funny interactions and episodes. after jeff/annie on S1 though, it's like they suddenly tried to make her more mature, so jeffannie doesn't seem AS creepy. news flash, it is. some weeks ago i've seen a post that had a tag that basically said that britta's traits on S1 where given to annie on S2-S6, and while i feel like that's a bit generalizing, it's also pretty true in a lot of aspects. britta definitely was the smart one of the group on S1, while annie was smart and nerdy but also "dumb" when it came to her innocence. after S1, annie suddenly is oh wow so smart and mature while britta behaves like a 5 year old. it just doesn't seem fair to me.

neither britta nor annie deserved that, and it's just proof that dan harmon is incapable of writing a female character that doesn't revolve around a man.

and, seriously, out of all men you chose jeff winger? your self insert? interesting.

guess who had to go through a hundred jeffannie gifs or gifs sexualizing annie to find a gif of her. this is one of the first ones that popped up, i was too scared to go deeper onto that gif page.

[anonfromtheflight]

Heeeeeey!

Thank you so much for the messages I got wondering if I was alright. I am! I just have the worst luck ever!

But at least I'm in good health? And alive. That's a win too. I'm just convinced more than ever that nothing good will ever happen to me without something horrible happening right after 😓

So I made it back to Santiago from home on Sunday night and all was well. But I got robbed on Monday! After work, rght outside a subway station! And not only the asshole took my cellphone, he punched me in the face to make me drop it!! 😒 I almost never take my phone out in public for security reasons but when my boss called, I answered because I thought I had left something important at work. But when I hung up while I was leaving the subway station, before I could put my phone back in my pocket, a huge dude came to towards me, punched me in the face and then left with my phone! 😩

It wasn't even a nice phone, it was basic af and I had it for three years, but it had my stuff and UGHHHH I had to go to the police and then to the hospital to get my face checked because my cheek swelled right away. At least he avoided my glasses? Oh and I had to block my phone number with the mobile company, my bank account because of the bank app and another banking app i use.

To make things worse, I left my tablet back at my mom's by mistake last weekend so I had no electronic device with my info to block my stuff myself. I had to ask my sister to do it and to post a message on instagram in case my friends got any weird messages and to let people know I wouldn't be available. And that if someone talked to them via whatsapp, it wasn't me.

I didn't think about her doing the same for me here, I didn't think anyone would notice or care oops, sorry for that 😬

AND UUUUGHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED THE S3 RELEASE DATE ANNOUNCEMENT!!! At least I can enjoy the theories and gifs now 😑 I also can't believe I missed a WHOLE week of OMR beauty content with Omar looking gorgeous and downright sinful wtf

Now I'm back home because tomorrow I have to go vote, got my tablet back and blocked absolutely everything. At least since I sold my soul to google, I don't have to try to remember my passwords lol and could basically wipe everything from my phone remotely.

But yeah, I'm okay! I'm only sporting an ugly bruise on my face that makes me look like I'm part of the lamest fight club in existence.

[angeliqueiguess]

Dear Professor… (s.jn)

“False Alarm”

Warnings: Swearing, drunk Haechan (that's it that's the post)

Masterlist

NeoCity University/ Y/n & Sooah’s Dorm / 01:58

There was another knock at the door. Y/n exhaled anxiously, releasing her friend’s hand, which she had been gripping since putting her phone aside.

Slowly, she approached the door, sliding the safety chain into place before opening it. Her mind raced with possibilities. What if it’s that nosy neighbor again? Or worse, the campus security guard? The nerves were eating her alive, so she decided to face her fear and open the door—albeit cautiously.

As the door creaked open, the sight of someone standing with their back to her made her heart leap in alarm. Without a second thought, she closed the door shut, pressing her back against it. Her eyes were wide with panic as she looked at her friends.—“It’s a man,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “A man, and he had his back to me! A man!” She glanced toward Jaemin and Jeno, who exchanged concerned looks.

—“Let me see,” Sooah said, stepping forward. Y/n nodded and moved aside, allowing her friend to take over. She mirrored her cautious approach, cracking the door open just enough to peek through before removing the chain and opening it wider.—“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Sooah muttered under her breath as she recognized the figure outside. Y/n frowned, her confusion growing as she turned toward Jaemin and Jeno, who were waiting silently.

—“Heeeeeey, Sooah! Long time no see—” the man began cheerfully, only to be cut off when Sooah grabbed him by the collar and yanked him inside with an irritated scowl on her face. The man stumbled forward, grinning like a kid who didn’t realize he was in trouble.

—“Donghyuck?!” Yn exclaimed, recognizing her best friend. Frustrated, she ran a hand down her face. “Are you insane? You scared us half to death, you idiot!” Donghyuck only shrugged, still smiling like it was no big deal.

—“What was I supposed to do? You guys weren’t answering the fucking door!” His words slurred slightly, making it obvious he had been drinking a little too much.

—“Maybe not bang on it like a fucking maniac?” Y/n shot back whisper-yelling, her frustration mounting. “God, for a second, I thought we were in real danger!”

—“Exactly. You thought,” Donghyuck laughed, finding humor in the situation. Jaemin, who had been quietly observing, decided it was time to step in.

—“Dude, ever heard of calling or texting first?”Donghyuck furrowed his brow, looking back and forth between his friends and the two guys standing in the background.

—“Ohhh, shiiiiit!” he exclaimed bitterly laughing, clutching his head dramatically. “I didn’t know your boyfriends were here. Isn’t this supposed to be a girls’ night?” Y/n rolled her eyes and rubbed her face with both hands, trying to keep her cool.

—“Hyuck, you need to sleep. You’re drunk.”

—“No,” Donghyuck replied stubbornly, crossing his arms. Then, with exaggerated hurt, he added, “Is it because of these two intruders that I’m not part of girls' night anymore? I thought you loved me…” Sooah and Yn exchanged exasperated looks while Jaemin and Jeno struggled to hold back their laughter.

The night had just begun, but with Donghyuck around, peace and quiet were clearly off the table.

—"Come on, Hyuck, you need to sleep," Sooah said softly, as if she were speaking to a child. Donghyuck grumbled but still followed along with his best friend.

—"Why don’t you guys have girls' night with me anymore? I thought we were friends," he whined halfway down the hallway. Y/n sighed quietly, knowing she'd have to deal with noise complaints the next morning.

—"Because you were in Renjun's dorm, come on," Sooah replied, gently tugging on Donghyuck's jacket. He let out a small laugh. "Ah, right. I beat his ass in Mario Kart."

Y/n sighed again just as Jeno’s voice cut into the conversation. —"Do you think he recognized us?" he asked, wearing a playful expression.

She dropped onto the couch and shook her head. —"I don’t think so. He was way too drunk… and it was obvious he had taken something more than just alcohol."

There was a brief silence until Sooah reappeared, looking exhausted but smiling.

—"I finally got him to bed. God, that guy’s like a kid. He even told me his biggest dream is to become the next Tarantino." She sighed as she flopped down beside Y/n, who gave her a tired smile.

—"Do you guys want to stay and watch a movie, or are you heading out?" Y/n asked. Without much hesitation, the others agreed to stay, ready to continue their girls' night—this time, more relaxed and without alcohol.

The next day...

NeoCity University / Faculty Office / Saturday - 8:30

—"Ah, it should be illegal to come to campus this early," Mark muttered under his breath as he stepped into the faculty office. The tired expression on his face made it clear he had enjoyed himself a bit too much the previous night.

—"Rough night, Mark?" Jungwoo teased with a knowing grin. Mark blushed, realizing there were more people in the room than he had anticipated — including the dean.

—"Sorry," he mumbled quickly, taking a seat.

—"Alright," Kim Doyoung, the Vice Dean of Student Affairs, finally spoke.—"We’ve called you here today to discuss some suggestions regarding tutoring. With the end of the academic term approaching, it’s essential that your students get the most out of your expertise."

As the meeting dragged on, Johnny couldn't help but sigh in frustration. Having to get out of bed early on a Saturday for what he saw as a pointless meeting was irritating. "Same thing every year," he thought bitterly. "Who in their right mind schedules a meeting at this hour on a Saturday?"

His gaze drifted to the new intern, Mark Lee, an audio engineer professor. Johnny smirked to himself, unnoticed by the others. "Poor kid," he mused, though the thought was fleeting.

—"Professor Suh," the dean called out, snapping Johnny back to the moment. He straightened in his chair, adjusting his dress shirt.

—"Are you following the discussion?" the dean asked. Johnny gave a nonchalant nod, while Doyoung continued with the same speech Johnny had heard countless times over the years.

—"Remember, there’s a limit of three students per tutor. Make sure to take full advantage of this opportunity to guide them and help them grow in their fields." Doyoung paused briefly before adding, —"Additionally, a dedicated office will be assigned for these extracurricular sessions. Thank you all for your time. You may leave."

Johnny exhaled a barely audible sigh of relief as he stood up, grateful the meeting was finally over.

prev//next - The Question

Angelique's note: OMG OMG OMG here’s chapter two! Sorry for leaving you hanging, but the suspense between chapters keeps me going lol. Hope you enjoyed it and sorry for making this one too short ! As always, don’t forget to leave a like if you had fun with this part, and feel free to follow me—it really helps a lot! Love you all, and hope you’re having a great day, afternoon, or night!

[vnc-incorrect]

HEEEEEEY EVERYONE

I'm so sorry for my inactivity these last few weeks (months ?????)

I'll try to post more often from now on !

Also ! I come back with a new VNC fanfiction 👀

It's a Vanitas/Noé fic, who takes place in the canon universe. It will talk a lot about both of the characters' feelings.

The first chapter of the fic is avaible on ao3 and Wattpad.

MORE INFOS ⬇️

TITLE : Teach me how to love again

FANDOM : The Case Study of Vanitas

PAIRING : Vanitas/Noé

RATING : M (mature)

‹‹ Noé’s hand tightened slightly on his shoulder, offering a small but steady anchor. “You don’t have to do it all at once. Just… start by letting someone in.”

Vanitas didn’t respond right away, but something in Noé’s words resonated.

Let someone in.

It sounded so simple, but it felt.. impossible. ››

AO3 LINK : https://archiveofourown.org/works/59162620/chapters/150855949

WATTPAD LINK :

https://www.wattpad.com/story/377053728?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=kaatz_fanfictions

NOTE : english isn't my first language, so please, don't be scared to tell me if I make grammatical mistakes !

[teecupangel]

Heeey long time no see, thoghts on whats going on in the comic?

Heeeeeey, and even longer time no answer, sorry TTATT

Anyway… first of all.

Here’s the tag for all my reactions and analysis to this webtoon.

This does mean I will be talking about Chapters 12 to 18 in this one and, ooohhh boy, let’s get this started XD

Okay, so this might get a bit disjointed in some places so uuuhh… bear with me?

First of all: I remembered reading that Birch was supposed to a business partner or something of Edward but I can’t find where I read that. It was never truly stated what Edward’s ‘front’ was (and I highly doubt he let it be ‘the trophy husband of a rich woman’) so Edward forming an alliance with Madam Lee might turn to him and Madam Lee having a business ‘alliance’ later, maybe Edward being the person in charge of Madam Lee’s business endeavors in London (maybe even Europe?). This would be a good place to set that up but, if it’s not, well… I also won’t be surprised considering the last few chapters XD

Sudden Ezio appearance!

Not surprising though since Ezio is the ancestor of the Kenways so, yeah, Noa having him in his genes is spot on.

However…

Excuse Me???

Bitch, if you trying to take over our baby boi Desmond Miles’ place, there will be… well… not riots but there will be some strong words being thrown around in this tumblr, that’s for damn sure!

BTW, love this game mechanics shoutout XD

(And yes, I do love these more than that Hitman coin toss thing in Chapter 11)

Also…

I know this is meant to be a visual ‘aid’ of some sort of the Italian Brotherhood around AC Brotherhood (Ezio and his recruits), but that’s Evie right there.

That’s Evie. XD

And finally...

Oh my heart… TTATT

Overall: Edward's parts are interesting and it does feel a lot like an AC game with lots of side objectives before tackling the main objective.

The flashbacks help show how Edward became the person who he is in this webtoon and his conflict with Madam Lee even with their alliance is also pretty interesting.

Refusing to call it opium and just calling it 'devil's powder' is funny though, ngl. I don't know if it's against webtoon's terms and services or not but calling it 'Devil's Powder' is the kind of dramatics that Edward would sometimes have. XD

On the other side though, honestly? I don't know if I would ever like Noa, especially with the way the webtoon is comparing him to Desmond Miles.

(I'm going to sound like a broken record)

Again, if the plot twist is he's Desmond's half-brother or son (super highly improbable), I'm out.

If the plot twist is he just so happened to have the same bloodline as Desmond (with Altaïr's bloodline included) but not closely related, I'm out. (For one, Altaïr's bloodline came from his mother's side and is not part of the Auditore-Kenway side. For another... siiigghhh... here's the post where we talk about how weird the percentages of Noa's 'bloodline' is)

The problem with his connection with Desmond is that it comes with doing disservice to an already existing underutilized character: Elijah.

Remember, all the memories Noa is reliving are Edward's memories before he had Haytham. So this means that Sample 17 could have been used to find these memories. They don't need Noa to do this.

And even if they need a 'living descendant' or what not.

ELIJAH IS STILL ALIVE in canon and would have the same memories.

"Oh, but Elijah is in hiding". Uh-huh. And it's not like Abstergo finding him or him creating his own modified Animus to find these memories would be anything out of the realm of possibility.

Which is why I am still advocating that 'Shimazu' Sei and her fellow kidnappers are doing this without Abstergo's approval and/or knowledge.

I detailed why I came to this conclusion here.

[goosetrainer]

Mari's Surprisingly Early Tera Raid Guide #uhhhlemmecheck6 - Hisuian Typhlosion

Heeeeeey people sorry for the radio silence I've been busy trying to solo the Mewtwo raid (failed)(fuck Nintendo) and then I skipped the Hisuian Decidueye post too because I downloaded the data like in the last 5 minutes, I figured it would be too late to make a guide. Maybe if they run it again.

Anyway! Post-Mewtwo raids all seem too easy. Vaporeon time! (But let me tell you I was considering many many more options that I think would be viable, will reblog if I find the spoons to try something else)

[Beware: I edited the post after some more tries, I found a simpler and faster strategy] Usual reminder that the pokémon I used for this guide is available to borrow for free to anyone who asks (Pokémon Home needed - both on Switch and mobile)

Vaporeon lv.100 Tera type: Water Ability: Hydration (hidden) Item: Shell Bell Nature: Modest (/Quiet/Mild in a pinch) IVs: max in HP, sp.atk., sp.def. EVs: 252 sp.atk., 252 sp.def., 4 HP

Moveset: -Surf (TM) -Rain Dance (TM) -Calm Mind (TM) -Wish (egg move) (I ended up only using two healing cheers instead, but might as well have a full moveset)

Usage:

So, the nice thing about H. Typhlosion is that he doesn't mess with stats. He still wipes stat modifications on both sides, but only once, and can't boost his own stats nor drop yours. The Sunny Day + Will-O-Wisp + Flamethrower + Infernal Parade (x2 damage when you have a status condition) looks scary, but it's all special damage that can be heavily mitigated with some simple boosts on your part. Noice

Oh, I should mention that serebii.net has started listing all the scripted actions of event raid mons, so give it a look! Extremely useful!

Anyway, back to our raid. What we have to look out for is Sunny Day - luckily for us it's a scripted move, it will happen at 95% of the time bar (so ~turn 2) and once more at 40% of the time bar. We want to keep the rain on as long as possible, because it activates Vaporeon's ability (Typhlosion's AI seems to prioritize keeping you burnt, and rain + Hydration neutralizes it) AND completely flips the power balance in our favor, BUT since the first Sunny Day will not be in the first turn, it's actually better to open with a Calm Mind and wait for the sun to go up before our first Rain Dance. Just so we don't waste two turns in a row playing with the weather, you know.

Once it's raining we're basically safe - the only move that's still worrisome is Focus Blast, and only because it can lower your sp.def. but it won't happen too often. THUS don't bother getting your special stats up to the max, I find that the single one from the opening is enough. Get your 4 Surfs in (for the tera orb, counting one more because Typhlosion steals your charge once). Less special attack on the Vaporeon is actually helpful here: you deal enough damage to recover reliably with Shell Bell, and not enough to trigger the shield until ~3 Surfs are done. You can reapply Rain Dance if the rain stops much sooner than the 40% time threshold, but it's not heavily needed, depends on how lucky you've been until now. Just keep an eye open for the scripted player-side stat reset (drop everything and do 1-3 more Calm Mind, heal when you need to either with Wish-Heal Up or from using Surf if you're already terastallized) and the second Sunny Day (drop everything and reapply rain). When you are ready and terastallized and with more than half HP, start spamming Surf and don't look back.

TL;DR: Calm Mind x1, Rain Dance right after his Sunny Day, Surf (x4 or more) and heal (Wish or Heal Up cheer as needed), terastallize when possible, Rain Dance after 2nd Sunny Day, Calm Mind x3 (+ healing as needed) after Vaporeon's stats are reset, Surf until KO.

OTHER OPTIONS:

Wish is a fancy move but not so easy to use, and you can use the healing cheer just as effectively (in this battle). Instead of Wish, one could use Fake Tears (TM) to harshly drop Typhlosion's sp.def. but, since it doesn't work when he's shielded, it must be done after Typhlosion's negative stat wipe (85% time) and before the shield goes up (either 70% time or 60% time remaining, whichever comes first). That is the time you'd use Surf to charge the tera orb in the strategy above, so this means that you're delaying the terastallization (and counting exclusively on cheers to heal) in exchange for more attack power. It's very likely that you will deal so much damage, after 3 Fake Tears, that you won't even need to terastallize, but you have to pay more attention to your health.

Pros: -no DLC no transfer no trading required -great special bulk -also enough special attack to never need a full boost to any stat Cons: -the fact that it requires both the HA and a tera type that's not one of the native types of the first evo stage (Eevee) means that (unless you got very lucky with tera dens) you either have to use an Ability Patch or 50 water tera shards (I'd choose the shards,annoying to farm but less rare)

Afterword (feel free to skip): this one was really easy. I think there's a lot of space for playing around with other pokémon. I went with Vaporeon because it was one of the more common ones and I gave priority to those that can be found in the base game, but it's not the only one, and I think I can give some suggestions :) The biggest threat is - unusually - Will-O-Wisp, because it makes the ghost type STAB move twice as strong and you can't even bring a normal type for this fight (unless you like being Focus Blasted in the face). And yeah of course you don't want anything weak to fire in general... Water types look good. As long as you have rain and the means to boost both your special defense (or drop enemy's special attack) and boost your attack/special attack (or drop enemy's defense/special defense), you're basically done. Physical attackers also need some burn protection, be it from Water Veil or Hydration; special attackers appreciate it but if they have enough special bulk and can withstand the stronger Infernal Parade they can even do without. I wouldn't try Misty Terrain on them though, you already have another field thing that lasts 5 turns to keep track of (rain). (Best bets imo: Whiscash, but maaaaybe if you're lucky you can get away with Dondozo, Tatsugiri, Basculegion(F), Clawitzer, Lumineon, Milotic...? Gastrodon? probably the legendaries too) Fire types look good on paper but you need to terastallize them to another type if you want to break the shield. I suggest tera ground, and Flash Fire as the ability. But whatever you use here probably has no good ground-type move and needs Tera Blast which is... mid. (If I had to take a guess, I'd say the ones with a chance would be Rapidash-Ninetails-Flareon-Arcanine(Kanto), and maaaaaybe Armarouge-Ceruledge-Typhlosion(Johto)) Guts may be an option? But idk, all mons with that ability look like poor counters... Dachsbun's Well-Baked Body also looks fun (throwback to that time I used it against Johtonian Typhlosion! It would be so funny if it worked LOL but it would need yet another tera type change, fairy on fire is eh) Misty Terrain... I was this close to transfer a Galarian Weezing with its HA but then I gave up because, as I said, priority to easily obtainable pokemon. Not everyone has swsh. Other Misty Terrain users don't look too promising because they're almost all fairy types and again, probably gotta change tera type unless you can power through the shield without super effective moves, ahah Magic Bounce has a similar problem. All available pokemon with it are psychic types and thus weak to ghost. I guess maybe Hatterene if you give her looooots and lots of special defense? Walking Wake looks interesting, but I can't see anything in its arsenal to raise its special attack or lower the enemy's special defense... might still make it, who knows

[butchhamlet]

2014 titus was so. it was so. they played it so straight and then just. randomly dropped in unhinged things?? like it was the most intense goriest production of a play i’ve ever seen and it also featured the song ‘hey baby’ yknow heeeeeey hey baby (oo ah) i wanna knooooow if you’ll be my girl. just out of nowhere. titus came on for the pie scene in a chef’s hat (and it was a majority historical dress play). lucius ripped out saturnine’s throat with his teeth (i cheered involuntarily). but also the quality of the acting was so,,,,, indira varma’s tamora was just. stunning. obi abili’s aaron laughed for almost the entire show he had a puck-like quality to him he was revelling in this!! he wasn’t just malicious he was also mischievous!! the only time he wasn’t smiling or having to actively restrain a smile was when he was begging for the life of his baby. but oh my god. william houston’s titus. i’m changed. i’m not normally a ‘my favourite performance was from the title lead’ but with this,,,,, how could it not be. his titus was a happily mad one. when he was insane he was gleeful! his sanity was solemn and mournful and dignified and his insanity was childlike and amused even in his anger. also uh. never going to be normal about the fact that in a production so bloody and violent i had to cover my eyes multiple times (namely when lavinia entered post assault and when the nurse was killed and a little bit when chiron and demetrius’ throats were cut On Stage) the way titus killed lavinia was. he suffocated her. and she knew it was going to happen!! she let him do it!!! and you could tell it caused him pain to do it!!!! he was a father who had what 26 children and he only had one left after this. agonising. also i know i already said it but lucius ripped out saturninus’ throat with his teeth and that is a major selling point of this for me.

the chef's hat with all of this... also i LOVE a pucklike aaron that rocks. and he only drops it when he's begging for his child's life jesus christ

AND HE. SUFFOCATED HER. AND SHE KNEW IT WAS HAPPENING AND LET HIM. AIEEEEEEEEEE

[katyspersonal]

Hey, it’s nice to see you around again! I saw you say you are reading a fan fic soon? That’s cool that you are getting back into it. Do you have any recommendations? :0

Heeeeeey! ❤️ Here, I finally consider myself having read 'enough' Bloodborne fanfics, sooooo let me just share a few! Though I will be sincere; my selection of characters and themes to read is a bit narrow (for now), I do not read anything in the row x) Let's see!

This is a short and finished fanfic that explains the mechanics of Micolash's mirrors teleportation from alchemical and occult standpoint, as well as HOW and WHY he is 'the Host of the Nightmare' and... without any exagerration or flattery?

This is basically all I've ever wanted from fanfiction about Micolash. I was honestly impressed by alchemical and historical knowledge elaborated and how precisely it is explained how things WORK. Fictional universe giving very exact formulas, mechanics and rules of worldbuilding always felt like absolutely next-level thing for me, and something I think Bloodborne fandom REALLY needs. ESPECIALLY regarding the dark academia horror related characters like Micolash. Writing level is also very good.

ALSO, this particular fanfic made me realise something about School of Mensis that BLEW my mind, so I will bring up a bit from it in another post, stay tuned in

(Not to mention that I am absolutely in love with this portrayal of 'early' Micolash, only just having set a foot on his path to insanity, being very stubborn and determined yet clearly having no realistic esteem of how HARD this way will be. Almost childish naivety of a boy that fell in love with inhuman knowledge...)

Now finished works end. x) This fanfic I actually got recommended several times as one of like, two people that love Edgar. I am already enjoying it VERY much, it was definitely worth the hype from my friends I'll say.

It is written in the style of letters and diary notes mostly by Edgar, though sometimes scribbles of other characters are found and... Well, in this case, I did not KNOW I needed this. I absolutely love reasonable and analytical approach of Edgar and how well old English is imitated. (I personally also find this fanfic very handy as a reference to how people in Bloodborne setting would talk, since I just can't imitate this style as someone for whom English is not even the first language... Thank you for teaching me 5000 old-fashioned synonyms. )

Honestly, I think this is the best format for describing Edgar's slow descent into insanity possible; we can see how he loses his objective and falls in love with Micolash through his eyes, it illustrates the progression much more effectively than third face writing would in my opinion. I would not even call it a ship fanfic not yet at least?, he falls in love not with a man but with a cult leader but that is... even better? I don't want to spoil at what point the fanfic is right now as I write this post, but it was SO awesome that I've been thinking about it all day. Without irony, I want Whatever This Is even more than normal "ship" now o_o'

This is also a work in progress, an ambitious project to tell the full story of discovery of the Old Blood and Pthumerian secrets, getting help of Cainhurst in investigations, all the researches, forming of the Healing Church and so on so on...

I am really impressed that Fantomette, as someone without prior experience with writing (and not speaking English as native language, like me) jumped to something so big. But honestly? I've had a lot of fun reading this story. It is just... so many characters, so many themes, and chapters are written absolutely correctly in how they lead events from point A to point B and how the mood changes. There is never too much emotion+information, and never not enough. I don't know how to explain it well as I am still a visual artist, not a writer, but it legit feels like watching a fun TV show! You get invested.

I will be blunt; skill, artistry, grammar (especially in foreign language), sometimes even consistency... they all are important but there is always time to develop them. The most, and most, and MOST important thing for the writing, without which NO skill matters is to be entertaining and engaging. And this fanfic did entertain me and did make me care about what was going on, so of course I can recommend it with clear conscience.

(Also, side note, I gave her many advices on how to improve this or that sentence and pointed out some wrongly used synonyms or typos... I was worried that I'd accidentally destroy her self-esteem, but she has been receiving constructive criticism very well and is willing to improve. Like.. I can just say this person has talent and will go very far.)

So yeah! Waiting for the latter two to get more chapters and be finished.. and also hoping for more stuff like the first one please!

I'd say I am very particular on the 'gives my blorbo a justice' fanfics, and those that either do not focus on a ship or make it weeeeeeeird. Each of the listed fanfics are an example of what I am after; exploration and exact explanation of the science and magic, study of a character and their progress as a person, and detalization of 50000 events and characters that formed Yharnam's story! If you got some more, let me know too!

[sarking]

for the fic writer ask meme (yes i did c&p these): 🌿how does creating make you feel?; 🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?; 🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

Heeeeeey, good to see you, and thanks for the ask!

These are from the Let's Get REAL fic writer asks:

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Answered in this post!

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

I had to think about this one for almost a week, hence the delayed response. 😆

I don't really have any trauma, and I don't write about anything like my life, but writing is generally easier for me when life is worse, so it's a steady, relaxing thing in bad times, which is a good thing to have.

🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

Sleeeeep! I don't think I'd ever get anything posted without the deadline of "I will finish this before I go to bed," so the only thing left to do at that point is crash.

I did get really wild once when I finished a NaNoWriMo novel: I had a glass of my roommate's Arbor Mist and went to bed. I think I went to Best Buy and bought a CD the next day, too, but I might be mixing up events. (The CD I'm thinking of was a t.A.T.u. album, so y'all can judge me for that.)

[andtheny]

Isaiah C Thu, May 25, 9:25 AM (3 days ago) Wassgud I remember you from the hospital

Andy De Thu, May 25, 10:02 AM (3 days ago) Heeeeeey, what's up dude?

Isaiah C Thu, May 25, 11:33 AM (3 days ago) 🗣️you don't even really remember me then 😭

Andy De  Fri, May 26, 10:12 AM (2 days ago) Hmmm, well I remember getting yelled at by Emily for the crime of talking to you. Unless I have the wrong Isaiah?

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 10:14 AM (2 days ago) Lmfao nah you right 🤣💀

Andy De  Fri, May 26, 10:22 AM (2 days ago) I have an excellent memory, sir *adjusts glasses* How dare you accuse me of forgetfulness :P

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 10:24 AM (2 days ago) 🤷🏾‍♂️I just had to make sure 😂 wyd

Andy De  Fri, May 26, 10:29 AM (2 days ago) Right now I'm just posting my stuff on social media, what about you?

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 10:30 AM (2 days ago) Just woke up lol

Andy De Fri, May 26, 10:33 AM (2 days ago) Gotcha. I had to walk to the mall to use the free wifi, cause I don't have internet at my apartment right now.

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 10:35 AM (2 days ago) Oh shit lol where you stay by

Andy De  Fri, May 26, 10:49 AM (2 days ago) Soap Factory in the downtown area. I live in a studio apartment with my little brother.

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 10:58 AM (2 days ago) Damn I was finna say let's chill

Andy De Fri, May 26, 12:26 PM (2 days ago) You don't have your own place either?

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 12:56 PM (2 days ago) Lol nah not rn

Andy De  Fri, May 26, 12:59 PM (2 days ago) Aw, that's too bad :c What part of town are you in, though?

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 1:20 PM (2 days ago) Lol no shit right and kirby

Andy De  Fri, May 26, 1:37 PM (2 days ago) No idea where that is, but anyway, I'm going to be in San Antonio until September, so maybe we could hang out later while my brother is at work? Maybe next week

Isaiah C Fri, May 26, 3:11 PM (2 days ago) Lol it's on the NE and fashitsho lmk

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 10:10 AM (1 day ago) Wassgud 😌 I woke up single so wyd tonight 😊

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 10:35 AM (1 day ago) Lmao, tonight I'm driving to Laredo with my little brother to fix his stupid car. When we were at HEB this morning the thing started honking at us when we opene

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 10:37 AM (1 day ago) Lmfao welp there goes that plan

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 10:38 AM (1 day ago) gomen nasai 😂😅😂

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 10:40 AM (1 day ago) Nigga what 💀

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 10:40 AM (1 day ago) It's Japanese for "sorry bro" LMAO

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 10:44 AM (1 day ago) 💀💀😂😂😂mane ion speak that bullshit

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:05 AM (23 hours ago) Hmm?

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:05 AM (23 hours ago) "Oh man, I don't speak that bullshit."

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:07 AM (23 hours ago) 💀💀💀🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️ simple English mane 🤣🤣🤣

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:12 AM (23 hours ago) Does "mane" mean "man" or was that a bad guess? I've always been terrible with dialect and phonetics

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:14 AM (23 hours ago) Lmfao yeah I'm from Houston so you close enough...I'm really talmbout yo japanese 💀 SIMPLE ENGLISH DAWG 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:15 AM (23 hours ago) Ditto! The hell does "talmbout" mean?!

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:17 AM (23 hours ago) Talking about 🤦🏽‍♂️ mane ima just have to throw a Texas dictionary at you

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:17 AM (23 hours ago) Ugh. I hate Texas slang

Andy De Sat, May 27, 11:17 AM (23 hours ago) Why don't YOU use simple English, hmm?

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:18 AM (23 hours ago) Bro call me rq 🤣💀 210-XXX-XXXX watcc this

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:21 AM (23 hours ago) I do🤷🏾‍♂️ wym

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:29 AM (23 hours ago) Ma'am in all honesty you talking to a mf from Houston that gang bangs you think I believe in a normal sentence 😭💀

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:35 AM (23 hours ago) Dude I KNOW, but you have to keep in mind you're speaking to a fucking nerd from Laredo Texas. And I barely even know the Laredo Texas slang, because I ignored all my dumb classmates that were speaking it!

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 11:39 AM (23 hours ago) Stop stressing one thing I never told you I'm good with wires car and house so if you need help just ask 💀😭 I can hook up amps stereos run wire thru yo house

Andy De  Sat, May 27, 11:57 AM (22 hours ago) Nah, I don't need your help. I'm just politely telling you that you're stuck communicating with me the old fashioned way: through email or Facebook messenger.

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 12:00 PM (22 hours ago) Ohhhh lol well add my Facebook too T zayy .....it's a picture of Alex Bergman

Andy De Sat, May 27, 12:02 PM (22 hours ago) Too hard to find you, just follow this link: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092519550177

Isaiah C AttachmentsSat, May 27, 12:02 PM (22 hours ago) On Sat, May 27, 2023, 11:59 AM Isaiah C <kingcarr210@gmail.com> wrote: Ohhhh lol well add my Facebook too T zayy .....it's a picture of Alex Bergm

Isaiah C Sat, May 27, 12:04 PM (22 hours ago) 😭💀 how is it to hard to find wait pause that's a good thing then 🤫🙄😁

Andy De Sat, May 27, 12:07 PM (22 hours ago) I typed it in, but I'm pretty sure you aren't "Isaiah T at Nebraska Wood Preservers · Central Community College · Lives in Kansas" 

Andy De  <andelizdel@gmail.com> Sat, May 27, 12:08 PM (22 hours ago) to Isaiah

On Facebook I changed my name to "De Leon" because "Leon" is a super common last name and "Llano" is super unique, and I didn't want any of my family members to be able to find me on Facebook because I hate my fucking Mexican Immigrant family.

And then they finally found each other on Facebook, and lived happily ever after. 

PSYCH

[tetsurouskuro]

Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy​ & @gallickingun​ for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

now enjoy; feedback is always appreciated! <3

tag list: @miamiya (message me if you want to be included)

Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend? 

MASTERLIST!

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started. 

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

 You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto’s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing. 

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.  

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming. 

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable. 

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip. 

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention. 

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness. 

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement. 

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up. 

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.” 

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant? 

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax. 

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release. 

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release. 

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this. 

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips. 

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you. 

"What now?" Your tender voice asks. 

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?" 

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks. 

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat. 

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker. 

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax. 

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words. 

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body. 

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?" 

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle. 

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern. 

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self. 

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing. 

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking. 

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that. 

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked. 

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing. 

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean. 

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says: 

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss. 

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall. 

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

[yallmakemyassitch]

Heeeeeey! (◕‿↼)

Okay, so, I know I promised you the final set of my headcanons for T x A.

Don’t worry! they’re still coming~

But first, I just wanna make a *quick* little detour to discuss something else.

LOOK. AT. THIS!

https://mobile.twitter.com/072_hysh/status/1501403132630384640

https://mobile.twitter.com/RatNonFat/status/1502046972215238657

https://mobile.twitter.com/072_hysh/status/1543000306925051904

I discovered the first post back in August and fell head over heels in love with the concept~♡ 🥰

And now, it gives me an idea. 😏

Imagine this: Tabi x Ayana in a high school AU. Ayana’s the firm but kind and reliable class president; Tabi (who’s still human) is one of the resident high school delinquents (the second being Agoti), who can be rather cold & standoffish toward anyone who isn’t close to him. An unlikely bond forms between them when they least expect it, and it eventually blossoms into romance. They try to keep it secret for the most part, but, being teenagers, they like to tease each other from time to time and will show their affection in subtle ways. But those ways do get much more playful and sneaky when they discover each other’s... “soft” spots~ 🤭

Scenario 1:

Let’s say, Ayana is busy talking with her friends; perhaps she's reciting a passage or reading out instructions for her classmates to follow. Or maybe she's just being bossy.

While she’s distracted, Tabi leisurely walks up behind her and leans in to give her hips a quick squeeze. She shrieks. Loudly.

Her whole face is now the colour of a strawberry. She couldn’t believe the unholy noise that just came out her mouth. She smacks Tabi hard on the shoulder and shoos him away while he laughs. (He knows he’ll be getting an earful from her after class, but the look on her face was worth it.) Agoti and the rest of the classmates simply laugh at the two’s antics (since it’s no secret to them that the two are together at this point).

Scenario 2:

Ayana greets Tabi with a hug when she finally returns from her after-school club activities.

(He was waiting for her outside so he could walk her home; it was one of the ways he got to spend time with her outside of school. That, and he secretly liked being her personal bodyguard.)

He's used to this now so he doesn't mind; he happily returns the hug with one arm. He gently combs his fingers through her thick, soft chestnut hair. “Ready to go?”, he asks. “Mm.. not yet,” she hums in reply, clinging tighter to him as she buries her face in his neck. It had been a long and exhausting day, so she wanted to relish in the warmth of her sweetheart of a delinquent for just a little longer.

Tabi tenses up a bit when Ayana’s face is nestled into his neck, the feeling sending light shivers down his back, but he quickly shrugs it off. But then he feels her lips press directly into the crook of his neck, kissing him. Then she does it again. And again. And again, spreading more kisses up and down the left side. His entire body is stiff as a board as he tries to keep his laughter in, hyperaware of the fact that other students were still close by. But he knows he won’t last long if this continues.

“Ayana-ngh! Stop! Stop thahat! Y-you know I’m-! Mmff-!”, he protests, half-whispering, and tries to push her away, but Ayana’s got a tight grip on his torso and won’t let go.

(Oh yeah, she is definitely doing this on purpose now)

Ayana giggles at him. “I *do* know,” she whispers back, her voice full of mischief, “and that’s why this is good payback.” She leans in closer and lands a particularly ticklish kiss right behind his ear. Tabi yelps and lets out a brief burst of frantic tittering before he finally manages to break free. Only a few students turned their heads at the commotion before going back to their own business. Nonetheless, Tabi is blushing beet red; he vigorously rubs away the tingles still lingering on his neck & ear while glaring daggers at Ayana. He wants to say something but doesn’t know what. He ultimately settles with “You’re such a brat. 😤” before storming off, hands in his pockets, getting a head start on their walk home from school. Ayana snickers again and follows him.

But hey, these are just my ideas. Let me know what you think~ ^_^

Bonus post:

https://mobile.twitter.com/072_hysh/status/1543396318042800128?cxt=HHwWgICyycSxn-sqAAAA

(Ayana five seconds before she gets absolutely *wrecked* by Tabi when they get home.)

OWEHHEHESHISGEGEHSWWKJ-!!!!! 💕💕💕

ME LIKEY, ME LIKEY A LOT!!!!! THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE, IM UBER STOKED FOR THE FINAL PART, ANON! You're so creative making these, it's why I like you so much! :3

[heyyyharry]

Ugly Sweater

(a blurb from the Flatmate series)

…in which Y/N makes Harry wear an ugly matching sweater with to a Christmas party.

Word count: 2k

Sorry for posting the Christmas blurb on New Year lol but HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FLATMATEVERSE!!!

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“Come out, babe. Let me see.”

“Put your phone away.”

“I’m not filming,” Y/N giggled as she settled into the couch.

In his bedroom, Harry let out the longest sigh. “Okay, I trust you,” he said

The door creaked open. He stepped out slowly, wearing the ridiculous sweater she’d gifted him the day before. It looked identical to the one she was wearing right now.

“Aww, you look so cute!” she said with both hands on her heart while he gave a constipated grin that cracked her right up. “Stop making that face! You remind me of the Grinch.”

“I feel like the Grinch,” he said.

She got up and slipped her arms around his neck. “Well, that’s kinda hot.”

He made a face. “You’re into some weird shit, love.”

“I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

“Heeeeeey.”

“Just kidding.” She tiptoed and pecked him on the nose. “I love you. You’re really rocking this ugly sweater.”

Harry chuckled as he pulled back and looked down to scrutinise his sweater. “My Santa seems so disappointed.”

“I think that’s because they messed up his smile.”

“Ugh. Looks more like Satan than Santa.” He cringed and then kissed her forehead. “I love you, weirdo. Wouldn’t wear this for anyone else.”

“Awww, I love you, too,” she said with her arms around his waist.

Harry smiled as he held her cheeks. “Now, what movie should we–”

The buzzing of his phone on the table cut him off mid-sentence. Y/N would have asked him to ignore it if the messages didn’t keep on coming. They were all from a group chat.

“Looks like an emergency,” she said.

Harry looked guilty. “You want me to read them?”

She nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Kay.”

Harry grabbed the phone and they both sat down together on the couch to read the messages from his friends.

Niall: Harry what the fuck? You didn’t forget, did you?

Layla: Hello???? Styles???? Are you coming or are we not friends anymore???

Liam: CHRISTMAS PARTY AT LOU’S

Louis: Bring your girlfriend if you must

Trix: Hey, guys, watch this cat TikTok!

“I wanna watch that cat TikTok,” Y/N joked. Harry said nothing. He gave her an apologetic look and she knew right away what he wanted to say. “It’s okay.” She smiled. “Let’s go to the party together.”

Still, he didn’t look any more relieved. “I feel terrible,” he said. “I should have told them I was gonna spend time with you tonight.”

Y/N shushed him as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Cupping his face, she said, “It’s okay. We can leave early and watch the movie when we get back.”

“Yeah?” Harry’s face brightened. “Thank you for understanding, love. I’ll go change.”

“Change?”

Harry froze as soon as he got up. When he gestured to the sweater, Y/N replied with a raised eyebrow, challenging him to even ask the question.

He let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped. “You’re gonna make me wear this to the party, aren’t you?”

“Well, that’s your punishment,” she said with a shrug.

He blew out his cheeks and smirked, standing with his hands on his hips like a dad. “Oh, the things I’d do for you. I fucking hate myself for that.”

“Don’t worry.” She beamed, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll love you for both of us.”

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Just like how the Great Wall of China was visible from space, this party was audible from space. Y/N knew Louis was rich and he only shared a flat with Liam and Niall to get the full ‘college experience’, but it wasn’t until tonight that she discovered he wasn’t just rich, he was ‘paying his neighbours so he could play music so loud you could practically see the sound waves’ rich. When Harry opened the door, the noise sucked Y/N in like a black hole. She couldn’t just hear the music, it was pounding inside her body, making my heart thump in rhythm with the beat. She hated this already.

“You good, love?” Harry asked, squeezing her hand. He could always sense when she was getting nervous in public without her having to explain herself. She was thankful for that.

“I’m good. We’ll leave early anyway,” she said, reassuring herself with a forced smile.

Harry nodded and pulled her closer. They let themselves get dragged into the orbit of people, slipping in between bodies, suffocating in a blanket of smoke and aftershave. Ew. This was why Y/N hated parties.

The one thing that put her off the most was Harry looking almost out of place as her. At first, she couldn’t figure out the reason why he seemed so anxious; he was always the life of the party. Hands grabbed him and people called his name, but he didn’t respond to anyone. It took her a moment to realise that it must be the ugly matching sweater she’d made him wear tonight. As embarrassing as it was, Y/N found it quite hilarious.

They finally made it to the kitchen, which heaved like a living organism with people slithering over one another, back and forth between the fridge and the door. Harry held her hand tightly as they skittered around a couple who were basically dry humping against the kitchen island. His friends were standing by the freezer with several bottles of vodka in their hands. Trix was the first to notice Harry and Y/N because she was the only one who’d been daydreaming instead of taking part in the convo.

“Harry’s here!” Trix cheered as she gave Harry and then Y/N a bear hug.

Sitting on the counter, Layla flipped her hair over her shoulder and eyed Harry up and down with a corner of her mouth arched. “Well, well, well, isn’t this Santa Claus? What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Clothes.”

“Whose?” Louis asked, tittering like a schoolboy into his fist.

“Your mum’s,” Harry answered dryly, causing Liam to burst out laughing.

“Aww, matching sweaters,” Niall pointed out as he gestured between Y/N and Harry with the hand that was holding the bottle.

“Oh, didn’t see you there,” Layla told Y/N with a smirk. “Santa’s favourite elf.”

“Can you not be mean for one night? It’s literally Christmas’ Eve,” Harry said calmly yet Y/N could make out the annoyance in his tone. It wasn’t unusual that he had to stand up for her to Layla. Y/N couldn’t tell that the girl was brutally honest or just unapologetically mean. She could see herself becoming friends with Trix and the guys, but she wouldn’t dare to dream of getting to know Layla Scott.

“You don’t get to act like a victim, Styles.” Layla cocked her head. “You ditched us for her then showed up when the party’s almost over, dressed like my dad on family portrait day.”

“Family portrait day?” Liam sounded surprised.

Niall gave a nonchalant shrug. “Rich people thing.”

“We do that,” Louis added. “Awful awful day.”

“I wanna see the portrait!”

“Later, Trix.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. “I forgot to tell you guys I had other plans with Y/N, but we’re here now–Niall, did you just take a pic?”

“It’s for my story,” Niall said and quickly thrust his phone into his back pocket before Harry could grab it. “I wanna show everyone your sweater. Santa looks high as fuck. No offence, Y/N.”

“It’s ugly.” Layla crossed her arms as she gave both sweaters a look of disgust. “You’re a simp, Harry. That’s what you are.”

“Um, guys?”

“What Trix?” Louis asked. Everyone looked at Trix. Y/N could take Layla’s insults because Layla insulted everyone, but if Trix said something mean to her, she’d definitely cry.

“I actually love their sweaters,” Trix said, to everyone’s shock. “The picture of Santa Claus on Harry’s sweater might give me nightmares tonight, but I think it’s sweet that Harry’s wearing it simply because it makes Y/N happy. Would you wear an ugly sweater for Layla, Niall?”

Everyone knew Trix wasn’t being savage; she was just curious and straightforward. But Niall was already sweating. “Layla would never let me wear an ugly sweater,” he nervously chuckled.

Layla’s reaction was the opposite of satisfied. “It’s a yes or no question, Horan,” she snapped.

“Uh...”

“Unbelievable!” Layla gasped and hopped off the counter.

Liam and Louis tried to contain their laughter as they watched Layla storm to the door and Niall rushing after her to apologise.

“I feel bad,” Y/N said.

Harry laughed as he rubbed her back. “Don’t be, babe. Last week she was mad at Niall because he said he wouldn’t be friends with her if she were a worm.”

Y/N’s raised both eyebrows. “Oh.”

“They’re in love,” Louis said.

Liam nodded enthusiastically. “We’re still waiting for them to find out.”

The guys all laughed together, so Y/N did too. She felt much more at ease now. Harry could probably see that as he put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

Y/N wanted to thank Trix for what she’d said, but Trix had already disappeared. Liam and Louis also left to search for Layla and Niall, probably to film the pair arguing and put it on their Instagram stories. Even though they made fun of each other all the time, Y/N knew they were loyal and cared about each other. She wished she had a group of friends like that.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned back to him with a wide smile. “Nothing. I’m sorry I made you go out wearing this.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He beamed. “I kinda like it now.”

“Liar.”

“It’s true.”

“Wear it on campus tomorrow then.”

“I will.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his nonchalance. “Really?”

Harry sighed as he took her face between his palms and kissed her once on the nose. “I’d walk around London naked if you told me to. Layla was right. I’m a simp for you, love.”

Y/N giggled, arms wrapped around his waist. “Well, I wouldn’t ask you to do such a thing. Don’t want all the ladies in London to go after my man.”

“Your man,” Harry said softly, a smile spreading his lips. “I like the sound of it.”

“Guys!”

Harry and Y/N both flinched and whipped their heads to the door. There stood a breathless Niall. “We’re watching a movie in the living room, if anyone wanna join,” Niall told everyone in the kitchen then narrowed his eyes at Harry. “Also, fuck you and your sweater, Styles. Now Layla’s mad at me. Not you, Y/N. You’re good.”

“I like him,” Y/N said as Niall ran off once again.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t anymore,” he chuckled, gently petting Y/N’s hair. “Do you wanna stay and watch a movie with my friends or should we just go? Layla’s mad at Niall so she won’t notice our absence.”

Y/N shook her head. “No. I’d like to stay.”

Harry’s eyes went round when he realised she was being serious.

“It’s fun,” she added, stroking his hair. “I like your friends.”

“Really?” His eyes widened even more. “I was afraid they were too rude to you.”

“I know they were just teasing,” Y/N said. “Well, except for Layla.”

“Definitely not Layla,” Harry agreed. “She was born mean.”

Y/N giggled at the face Harry made with his tongue sticking out. “Well, your friends are so much fun. I like them. As rude and loud as they are.”

“That’s good, love,” Harry said with a sigh of content and relief. He pulled her into him again and kissed her twice on the forehead. “Let’s go, baby. There are still so many people who haven’t seen our ugly sweaters.”