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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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I just finished some movies and this idea came in my head. Could you do headcanons for shouto, bakugou and aizawa about their long-time best friend (and crush) panicking and seeking for the bois help bc she suspects that she might pragnant w/ her ex baby. Like, she already brought pregnancy test but too scared to use, panicked and nervous and nearly break down. The result is up to you.

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of abortion, and fluff

huehuehuehue this is so stupid cute and like heart wrenching to imagine this happening irl, I love IT !!!!! anyways remember ladies, if you’re preggo with an ex and have a hot as hell best friend you’re ready to bone you’re gonna be in one hell of a decision to make. all three have different outcomes tho!!!! I hope you enjoy anon!!!

Aizawa Shouta:

when you texted Aizawa forty-seven minutes ago completely freaking and flipping out Aizawa knew something was wrong

the two of you had been best friends since the beginning of high school, you had been the top student in your support class and you were very intermingled with the hero class because of that fact

you were the one who designed Aizawa’s bandages after all

so when you sent a whole lot of panicking texts, Aizawa watched your location to see that you were in a store running around and was currently making a b line to his apartment but you still weren’t answering him back

what the hell had gotten into you

he had opened the door to let you in seconds before you had arrived and he saw an opaque shopping bag being clutched in your hand

“y/n/n, are you okay??”

did Aizawa mention that he had been in love with you for the past seven years?

Aizawa could only watch as tears burst into your eyes and you throw yourself into his shoulder, quiet sobs escape your lips as he holds you closely whispering sweet nothings to your crying figure

“shouta… I think I’m pregnant but I-I’m terrified of taking the test.” you eventually murmur as you show him the two different pregnancy tests in the bag and Aizawa’s heart sort of drops, “I haven’t had a period in four months and I had sex for the last time around four months ago…”

your ex-bf wasn’t the nicest person, it wasn’t that he was abusive or anything, but he was very much wrapped up in his own life and career that Aizawa knew perfectly well he wouldn’t want anything to do with you or the baby if you were pregnant

“I don’t want to be pregnant with his baby…” you cry as you clutch your hair shaking your head as you are unable to think of a life where you were pregnant with a man you didn’t love baby

“Hey, hey,” Aizawa’s voice interrupts your mental spiral as he grabs your hands taking them away from your hair that was now crumply and looking ready to break “you don’t know if you are pregnant yet, y/n. let’s get you some water and you’ll take those tests okay?”

you listen in almost a haze as Aizawa explains what’s going to happen but then he shakes you and stares deeply into your eyes

“I love you, y/n, and I will support you no matter what happens. if you’re not pregnant that’s great, if you are and you decide to abort that’s perfectly okay too. if you choose to have this baby, I will support you and the baby because you mean the world to me and I won’t let you carry on in this world without me.”

you sob into his shoulder as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and you stay there sniffling and breaking out into tears every couple of minutes

when you finally calm down you guzzle down two water bottles and taking the two tests with you entered the bathroom with an overwhelming fear of what was going to be the result

Aizawa watches as you exit the bathroom while looking down at the pregnancy tests, and your eyes are watering

“I-I’m pregnant.” you whisper and Aizawa stands up and holds your stiff body to him until you relax

“what are you going to do?” Aizawa asks genuinely interested in what his best friend was going to choose

“you know I can’t accept you helping me out with the baby as just my best friend…” you whisper and Aizawa can’t help the disappointment travel through his veins at that statement, “only if you agree to go out on a date with you will I let you help support this—our baby.”

and in nine months, after you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl you were currently walking down the aisle to be wed to none other than the man you’ve loved since high school and has always been there through thick and thin: Aizawa

Bakugou Katsuki:

“what the fuck are you doing here so goddamn late at night, are you an idiot?” bakugou snaps as you were pounding away at his door at three in the morning

“I needed to see you, and besides you said I was welcomed whenever I needed to come!” you snap back, your voice cracking a few octaves at the end which causes bakugou to stop his attitude at least on the inner surface as he stares at your emotionless face through the soft dim of the hallway lamp

“y/n/n?” bakugou begins as he sees the dried tear trails down your face, the pinkness to your nose and eyes, and the pregnancy test clutched to your chest “whoa, what the living fuck is—“

“bakugou… please shut up,” you interrupt him extremely unsure of what you were doing. “will you just hold me for a few minutes because I’m about to flip out and you’re the only person on this planet who’s able to ground me right now.”

bakugou rolls his eyes as he takes a single hand from being shoved into the pockets of his sweats and holds close to him, “you’re dramatic…” he scoffs but won’t admit that he feels exactly the same and he hoped that those pregnancy tests were for someone else, not you

it takes a few minutes, but soon you’re in Bakugou’s room sitting on his bed as you explain slowly what’s going on

“I slept with y/exbf/n when he came to pick up his things and it was a mistake,” you admit as you hold a cup of tea in your hands, looking at the dyed water as you couldn’t bring yourself to drink it, “I took advantage of the fact he still had feelings for me because at the time I was just feeling lonely, and here I am… going to be finding out if I’m p-pregnant…”

“you’re a fucking idiot.” bakugou agrees as he stares at your teary-eyed figure as you played with your teabag, “I should’ve been there to kill his perverted ass for you anyways.”

you laugh as you take a sip from the tea nodding, “if only, maybe then I’d be pregnant with your baby instead of his…”

the two of you freeze and your face goes through every color possible as you shove the tea in his hands, “IMMA TAKE THE TEST NOW!” you cry out robotically running into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind you

bakugou couldn’t help the prideful smirk that formed on his face as he downed the rest of his tea

if he was putting a baby in you, you crying for help was not going to be your reaction

bakugou watches as you emerge from the bathroom, your body trembling as you read the positive test results

you were pregnant

as you feel yourself falling suddenly weak from overwhelming emotions and your knees give out

but bakugou catches you in his arm, reprimanding you for being careless and emotional when you had a baby in you

and he gently puts you back onto the bed as tears are streaming out of your eyes

“I can’t have this baby, kacchan…” you whisper mortified st the thought of you being pregnant already, you were only twenty after all “I don’t have anything for it. The money, the time, the responsibility–”

“do you even want the damn baby?” Bakugou interrupts your train of thoughts and you freeze, did you?

“I know it’s not my baby, but I like you, y/n, a lot and if you want to keep the baby, I’ll help you keep the fucking bastard happy.”

you splutter out a wet laugh as you shake your head at your best friend, he was something else wasn’t he, “I could never ask you to do that for me…”

“you don’t have to, idiot, I’m the one fucking offering!” bakugou rolls his eyes as he pushes your head to lie on his shoulder

“I’ll support you no matter what.”

you’re quiet for a moment before you wrap your arms around him tightly, “what if I want an abortion?” you say quietly as his hand moves up and down your back almost awkwardly

soft bakugou is awkward, leave him alone

“then I’ll take you to the damn abortion clinic, and we’ll kill those fucking cells together.” bakugou says matter of factly and you laugh softly. “of course I think afterward you’ll have to let me have a chance at… what was it that you called it? being pregnant with my baby?”

“KACCHAN THAT’S TOO STRAIGHTFORWARD!” You fret covering your face embarrassed as Bakugou smiles pressing a kiss to your temple

“we’ll go tomorrow.” he decides and you peak at him through a gap in your finger

“w-where?”

“to the clinic and then afterward I’ll take you on a proper date because that shitty ex of yours was the absolute fucking worst.”

you snort softly as bakugou surprises you with a kiss on your lips

“now go the fuck to sleep or else imma kill you tomorrow.”

“yessir,” you whisper overwhelmed with emotions you never acknowledged about your best friend

Todoroki Shouto:

shouto was at home when he was sent a barrage of texts from you, asking where he was, if he was home, if he was available, and before he could answer a single message you were face-timing him

“shouto, where are you?!” you whisper as it seemed you were out in public by the extremely odd and close angle of your phone “I need you right now.”

“I’m at my houses dojo, I was working out.” shouto says and you frantically bob your head as you seem to turn completely and are now seemingly running. “what’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain when I’m there? is the rest of the todoroki clan there?” you ask looking into the camera and shouto shakes his head

“they’re all working.”

“Okay good, just have the door unlocked for me I’ll be there in five minutes.”

shouto frowned, unsure about what was happening. he knew it couldn’t have had anything to do with your now ex-boyfriend as you had finally broken up with him after months of shouto hoping, but never vocalized, you would

the two of you had been friends since the beginning of your lives and after so many years of being best friends, shouto discovered that he had feelings for his best friend while you were dating the other guy and it only made him want to kick his ass a few dozen times

shouto listened carefully from the dojo as he heard the front door hastily open and slam shut, and the frantic tossing of your shoes as your voice shouted out, “I’m here!”

maybe it was because it was over facetime and the audio was horrible, or your emotions dwindled southward while you ran here, but shouto could hear the anxiety in your voice

“I’m back here.” shouto called out as he peeked his head out the dojo and saw you walking over your jacket pocket looking bulgy

“I need you to hug me…” you whisper as you draw close, and shouto can see the tears in your eyes “please hug me.”

shouto envelopes you into a hug and the two of you stand there hugging tightly

“what happened?”

“promise me y-you won’t get mad…” you say feeling overwhelmingly ashamed

shouto stares at you, not convinced he could accept that but nodded nevertheless

“I-I think I’m pregnant…” you confess pulling out the pregnancy box from your pocket

shouto face darkens considerably as he turns on his heel ready to storm out

“SHOUTO!” you call as you’re running to keep up with him “you promised you wouldn’t get mad!”

“I’m not mad at you, y/n, I could never be. but I can and I will go beat the shit out of your stupid ex because he was always a goddamn asshole.”

“Todoroki!”

it’s the tears falling out of your eyes and the hands clasped onto his bicep that makes him stop in his track and he sighs pulling you in for another hug, “I’m sorry.”

you two make your way back into his room where you confess your fears if the tests come back positive what were you going to do?

you were still in high school, and your parents would disown you if you were pregnant

not to mention saying goodbye to your future career

“I’ve had the test for… four days now, and I barely worked up the courage to want to use it…” you mutter as you trace random figures onto shouto’s chest the two of you laying on his bed. “there’s a part of me that wants to know, and another that wants to refuse the fact that I need to know…”

“you know I’ll support you no matter what,” shouto says after a momentary silence, his hand that was holding your side to keep you near gently rubbing your side. “we can steal endeavors credit card to get you anything and everything you need.”

you snort gently, “oh yeah?”

“mhm, he wouldn’t mind anyway, it’s why he works so much.” shouto says knowing full well that was a lie but the laugh that leaves your lips is worth it

“I love you, shouto,” you whisper sounding petrified despite the usually warm phrase people used. “I don’t want you to hate me if I’m pregnant.”

“I could never, but you should go check now, y/n, it’s time.” shouto gently encourages you, and you nod standing up and taking the boxes with you. “and y/n?” you pause at the doorway, your face confused. “I love you, too.”

your face flushed as you slam the door behind you a little too harshly and the squeaky apology that followed left a smile on his face

shouto waits outside the bathroom door, sitting as minutes slowly go by

he watches as you emerge the bathroom with the tests in hand

“y/n?”

“I’m not pregnant!” you whisper as you feel overcome with every single emotion but above all happiness and joy for the two hued boy in front of you.

you launch yourself into his arms as relieved sobs leave your lips and as he sinks to the ground with you still securely in his arms you press a wet kiss to his lips

“thank you, t-thank you so much for everything.”

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btsxmale · 5 years

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Hey, can i please request a jungkook oneshot where he wants his first time with his bf to be super romantic and perfect? He sets everything up with his favourite scents, mood lighting, music and lingerie but he keeps gettin interrupted. Or stuff keeps happening that kills the mood and his bf shows him that they dont have to have a perfect setting for a ~good~ time. You dont have to but top reader if you decide to make it nsfw 🙏

I don't have any confidence in my whole body so yeah👀

For some reason I'm not in the right mood to write anything 18+ recently so I hope this will do.

A Perfect Time

Jungkook is preparing himself to finally lose his virginity with his boyfriend

BTS (Jungkook) x Male Reader

Slight NSFW

One shot

"Jungkook! You have a delivery! Or two!" Jimin's excited voice could be heard across Jungkook's whole apartment as he stepped inside, stumbling on a big package. Jimin raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly due to curiosity. He hanged his jacket on a hanger, just to return his attention to the box on the ground. Jungkook, who was currently scanning the refrigerator after something to microwave, made a sudden turn and ran clumsily to the hallway, but not to greet Jimin.

"Don't touch it!" He yelled automatically as he saw Jimin's fingertips an inch away from the box. Jimin flinched at the sudden action, looking at Jungkook with curiosity in his eyes.

"Why not?" He asked, following Jungkook, who now carried the package, like a little duckling into the kitchen.

"It's... private things." He mumbled, turning his face away from Jimin to subtly hide a blush. He put the package down with ease on the kitchen counter, Jimin jumping to sit up next to it, trying to figure out what was inside. Jungkook suddenly turned to the older one with a confused expression.

"Did you say there was two deliveries?"

"I meant me of course." Jimin smiled an angelic smile as he put one hand on each side of his face, trying to look cute. Jungkook only chuckled a little at the other's action, returning to his search for food. Jimin, however, hadn't abandoned his mission to find out what Jungkook had ordered. Opening it without Jungkook noticing was next to impossible, but it was worth a shot. He inspected the box, trying to find a good place to try to open it. He found a spot, carefully removing the tape as quietly as possible, as Jungkook started to sing. Once it was completely removed, Jimin mentally screamed out of shock and excitement.

"Why are you so quiet?" Jungkook asked, noticing the silence that had fell over the kitchen as he stopped singing. He closed the refrigerator empty handed, gasping when he saw Jimin reading something on a white paper.

"Mens sexy floral stretch lace corset top with adjustable wide elastic strap-"

"Jimin!" Jungkook rushed forward to rip the paper out of the other's hands. He was redder than a tomato, avoiding eye contact as he angrily put the paper back into the box, closing it again.

"I told you not to touch it!" He scolded, still avoiding to look at the older. He couldn't, he didn't dare to look him in the eyes after that. Jeon Jungkook, had ordered a corset top.

"I'm sorry, I was so curious!" Jimin laughed, jumping down from the kitchen counter. Jungkook had no idea what to say. Should he scold him more? No, that wasn't necessarily. Should he explain why he bought it? No, definitely not. Jimin tried to calm down from laughing, while also having no idea what to say. He already apologised, and he didn't want to tease the maknae. They just stood in the kitchen, quietly. Jimin almost asked what it was for, but stopped himself to prevent any arguing between the two. He did feel a little bad, because Jungkook was not pleased.

The awkward silence was cut by a message. Jungkook sighed, slowly pulling out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He carefully read the notification, and gasped. Jimin lifted one eyebrow and crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation.

"You need to leave." Jungkook said shortly, while starting to push Jimin carefully out if the kitchen.

"What? I just arrived!" He whined, but not resisting Jungkook.

"Y/N said he's coming home early and I have a lot to prepare." Jungkook explained hurriedly, watching Jimin impatiently as he put on his jacket. Jimin figured what was going on, and it had to do with the package. He couldn't help but smirk as he opened the door, turning around to Jungkook.

"Good luck~" He teased, the maknae closing the door faster than Jimin could blink. He let out a heavy sigh, putting his face in his hands as his brain replayed the scenario that just happened in the kitchen. His face got red again, still embarrassed. Suddenly, his face shot up and he started to run to the package, remembering the message he got from his boyfriend just a moment ago. He had 30 minutes, then Y/N would come home. He grabbed the box, throwing it on the bed as he immediately stripped all his clothes off.

He put on the first item, a plain black thong. Then hurrying with the black fishnet stockings that reached far up on his thighs. He later saw the paper Jimin stole before. He sighed, picking up the black lace corset top. He prayed to God that Jimin hadn't actually seen that one. He carefully put it on, avoiding to look in the mirror until he was done with his outfit. He connected the top to the stockings with straps. Lastly he put on a black choker around his throat.

The tight material around his body felt good, he felt really sexy and he started to get excited just by the thought of what was going to happen later. He slowly turned around, starting to walk to the big mirror they had in their bedroom next to the door.

"Wow." He let out. He looked so incredibly good, every sane person would get turned on by the muscular little bunny. He inspected every inch of himself, dragging his fingers across his whole body. He smiled really big, he knew that Y/N was going to go crazy about him. Or, he didn't know, actually. Sex wasn't something they talked a lot about. They had never done it with each other, in fact, Jungkook had never done it with anybody. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just didn't have time and to be honest he was pretty scared. He knew Y/N had experience, and he really didn't want to disappoint him. Of course, they had done sexual things, but they had never gone as far as sex.

Jungkook didn't have time to relax after he changed into his outfit for the night. Now, he needed more stuff to make this perfect. He had ordered a perfume, COCO MADEMOISELLE by Chanel. He barely knew what it was, he just read that Ylang-Ylang fragrance was increadibly sexy and energises both men and women, so he bought it, hoping Y/N would like it. The problem was, he didn't remember where he put it. He had already searched through the whole bedroom and bathroom, but he found nothing. It was really silly, but he felt like crying. He sat down on the bed in defeat, trying to calm down. This was already a failure. Without a sexy scent, this couldn't go that well, right?

"Kookie?~" he suddenly heard echo through the apartment. His relaxed shoulders shot up and became tense as soon as he heard it.

"Y/N?" He asked while his heart was about to stop beating. Y/N couldn't be home yet, Jungkook wasn't even finished preparing!

"I bought some food. Maybe we can watch a movie later, huh?" Jungkook heard his boyfriend talk to him from the kitchen. He didn't know whether to breath incredibly fast or if he shouldn't breath at all.

"Don't come in here!" He yelled.

"What?" Jungkook heard his boyfriend's concerned voice coming closer to the bedroom. The door was about to open fully in just a few seconds. Instead of sitting quietly waiting for Y/N to walk in, Jungkook threw himself to the bedside to reach a controller. He quickly changed the yellowish bright light to a deep red one.

"Damn, what is this? This smells so good! Kookie? When did you buy this?" Y/N walled into the bedroom casually holding the perfume Jungkook searched for earlier.

"Holy..." Y/N managed to say as his gaze wandered from the bottle to the bed, where Jungkook lied.

"Jungkookie..." He mumbled, immediately feeling his pants become tighter. Jungkook blushed, staying quiet as he waited for Y/N's next move. Maybe this wasn't going to end badly after all? Jungkook started to relax after the short period of panic. He started to feel excited, horny by just the sight and thought of his boyfriend. It wasn't just that he imagined Y/N's hard cock moving inside of him, but he really wanted to go this far with him. He wanted to do everything other couples did. He wanted to get as close as he could to Y/N.

"I... don't know what to say." Y/N said, still not moving from his spot next to the door. Jungkook heard a sound from the lamp as the lights went out, turning the room black. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down but he couldn't. He already felt like crying thanks to that damn perfume, and now the light stopped working? He didn't dare to look Y/N in the eyes after this failure (he also lowkey couldn't since the room was dark now), so instead he curled up into a ball on the bed, hiding his face from his boyfriend.

"Hey? Baby?" Y/N carefully made his way to the smaller man, sitting down next to the miserable ball that was his partner.

"What's going on?" He asked, trying his best to avoid staring at Jungkook's underwear in this situation. Jungkook was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Today, when he was finally planning to actually have sex with the man he loved, everything had to go wrong. I mean, they were sitting in a dark, boring bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook sniffled, jumping into Y/N's arms as tears started streaming down his face. Y/N hugged him back, trying to focus on comforting his baby instead of the outfit he wore. Y/N let Jungkook calm down a little as he buried his face into the other's neck.

"Nothing worked." He sniffled. Y/N placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, pushing him away from him to be able to get eye contact. Seeing his boyfriend with a pout on his lips, messy hair and such a sexy outfit made his dick twitch.

"I... tried to get a nice setting. So... so we could have sex." Jungkook blushed and avoided Y/N's gaze.

"We don't need a perfect setting." Y/N said, putting a hand on top of Jungkook's thigh.

"You're here, I'm here. That's the only thing we need." He smiled.

"So this outfit wasn't-"

"The outfit is a plus. HUGE plus. I mean, it made me like this as soon as I laid eyes on you." Y/N said, taking Jungkook's hand and guiding it to his crotch. Jungkook felt his boyfriend's warm and hard cock through the fabric of his pants, getting even more horny himself. The thong he wore started to get tight, as blood flowed faster than light to his own dick. He began massaging Y/N's cock, earning a soft groan from him, which made Jungkook crazy with desire. He was so in love with the man, and so horny, that a simple sound would make him lose his shit.

"Baby when did you get so hard?~" Y/N asked, reaching out to touch Jungkook's hard cock with only one finger. Jungkook, who was a little embarrassed, threw himself on top of Y/N.

"Wow, kookie~" He smirked, Jungkook still hadn't realised what he did. They were completely still, Y/N waiting for Jungkook to do something, but he didn't know what. The idol wanted to just rip off his boyfriend's pants, but he wanted to take this slow. He sought his way to Y/N's lips, immediately started to make out. Y/N put a hand in Jungkook's hair, pushing their mouths as close as possible. Their tongues danced and traded saliva while Y/N moved his left hand to Jungkook's butt. As he squeezed, he could hear, and feel, Jungkook softly moan into his mouth. They were getting hot, their hard members touching each other's, Y/N's hand on Jungkook's ass, and their hot make out session, made them both lose their minds. They lost track of time, did they make out for one minute or seven minutes? It didn't matter.

Jungkook felt like he was in good hands, literally.

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marikaaajoy · 4 years

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my relationship with digital art and how BNHA salvaged it

I just wanted to let out my thoughts but I can only do it here :>

This might be a downer for some people but I’d like to share it with people here. BNHA means the world to me and this is why.

I first started drawing when I was 7 years old in 2006

I think it’s ugly now, but 7 year old me remembered being so proud of this because this is a drawing of my stepfather. This is the only drawing I have that was from my childhood. I think the aim here is to draw in anime style BUT I didn’t even watch anime back then. I had a classmate who loves anime and she taught me to draw in school. Drawing became a favorite hobby immediately after that.

Then it was 2013 and I was 14 years old. Drawing is still my favorite thing to do besides being on the computer. I love anime at this point too. My parents bought an iPad for the whole family, but I was almost always the one using it. I discovered an app called ArtStudio and thought “Wow, I can draw without making a mess and with only my fingers” because I was always too lazy to take out my drawing materials and clean up afterwards.

These were my first digital drawings. The pirate one was the very first. I got obsessed real fast. I can color so easily, undo any mistake, layers are a blessing too. There was just so much more freedom. I always sucked at coloring in traditional art and I didn’t like the mess (idk my hands get so messy traditionally)

The next year, it was 2014, I was 15. My birthday is in a couple of months and I knew my parents were planning to buy me something pricey (I think it was a laptop) so I approached them and asked if they could just buy the Wacom Bamboo as a present which was cheaper anyway and I even explained how it works to them and how it would allow me to draw on the computer instead of the iPad. I tried really hard to be convincing. I would have prepared a powerpoint presentation if I had to.

They did give me the wacom as a present. They even gave it to me months before my birthday so I could use it already. I thought I was the luckiest teen in the world with my parents.

These are a collection of my favorite works from 2014 to 2016. The middle one was my second drawing using wacom and Paint Tool SAI. I was a part of a lot of fandoms in those years lol

It gets downhill from there :/

April 2016, my mom and I moved to Japan, while my stepfather and siblings stay in my country. It was tough. For someone who is obsessed with anime, you’d think I’d be thrilled to live in Japan.

I was. Though only at the first few months. It’s not the same as it’s portrayed in anime (I should’ve known but I used to be blinded by anime). It was just lonely. The language barrier sucked and then lots of financial and family issues until my parents split. I got my first boyfriend too and I thought I was blessed by the nicest boy, but the relationship became extremely toxic but I didn’t have it in me to walk away.

All the shit that happened affected me mentally and emotionally. My biggest outlet which was digital drawing, was also out of the question because I did not have a computer/laptop when we moved to Japan. We left it in our home for my stepfather and siblings, even the iPad. I have my wacom with me, but no computer/laptop to use it with. I couldn’t draw.

I tried though. I used my phone to draw, but it wasn’t the same. Then the life problems got piled up, things got worse, and I just lost motivation in anything. Literally anything. From 2016 to 2019, I stopped watching anime, I dropped out of all the fandoms I’m in, I stopped watching my favorite TV series or movies, and I stopped drawing. I even got a bit disconnected with my friends who lived in my country (we talk regularly online). My family was broken so I gave all my attention to my toxic relationship as well which made everything worse too lol

I didn’t draw besides from a few scribbles and the drawings above. I did try digital art on my phone a couple of times again and even posted them on my IG, but they weren’t any good. Eventually, I got mentally and emotionally drained and dropped out of senior high school. I just stayed home for almost a year, leeching off of my mom. I felt even more worthless and my life had no direction at this point. Nothing mattered anymore.

April 2019 or so I think, my (ex)bf bought me a laptop. He says it’s a gift, but I think the real reason was to make up for something horrible that he did (which is stupid because money /gifts won’t resolve anything). I have a laptop. I can draw again, but I didn’t. I didn’t care, I wasn’t interested in drawing anymore anyway.

Welp. June 2019, I went back to my country. My (ex) bf stayed in Japan. The distance helped me end the relationship and my friends were there (they always were) to help put me back together along with two trips to therapy. I went back to finish my senior high school in my own country this time. That said, I have to stay in my country for school (but I was happy because I didn’t wanna go back to Japan yet when the breakup was still fresh and with going back to school, my life has a direction again.)

It was weird. I remember just being sorta lost and confused because I used to put my time, effort and everything into my previous toxic relationship, which was now gone. I was free and I had so much free time that I didn’t know what to do with it. I got so used to doing nothing and being nothing.

This is where BNHA enters.

Dunno when it started, but I started seeing Bakugou frequently online. It’s usually just Bakugou. I knew who he was because my friend suggested BNHA to me back in late 2018 I think but I didn’t watch it since I’ve lost interest in everything at that point in my life.

But ye I thought he hot af but I still didn’t watch BNHA.

But then for some reason he REALLY kept appearing in my social medias and it was really frequent. The last straw was when I saw a pic of him in UA’s gym uniform and thought “damn boi aight imma watch bnha for u” (y’all gotta admit he looks good in those colors with his combat boots XD )

I watched BNHA. Fell in love with Iida along the way. Then I switched to Tokoyami (but Shoji was hot too so aaaaa), but then angry emotionally-constipated sea urchin head caught my heart again. But oof. BakuDeku moments really made me feel some type of way I haven’t felt since I moved to Japan. It felt new but nostalgic. I fell hard in that ship.

I started obsessing. From memes to posts to fanfictions to buying merch to filling my room with BNHA posters. I realized I was reverting to my old self from the time I was still happy and it was thanks to BNHA (and the good people who helped me through the worst too)

Shit I wanted to draw BNHA, I thought.

I mean, I have a laptop, I still have my wacom and drawing softwares. I could totally draw digitally again if I wanted to.

But guess what

I can’t :c

My hand physically cannot draw. My drawings don’t look the way I want them too. 3 years of not drawing really destroyed any skill I had. I was back to square one.

September (yeah they’re ugly, I laughed at it). If you’re wondering why I drew on paper, it’s because, for some reason, I really CANNOT draw digitally. I mean it. I can barely sketch digitally at this point. The lines and shapes just doesn’t come to life. They’re just scribbles. But somehow, I can kinda draw on paper with a ballpoint pen. But yeah, that was the best I could do at this point in my life

After that, I still tried to draw, to regain my old art style, but it didn’t happen... It just doesn’t look or feel the same. Drawing used to be fun. But during this phase, it felt like my ugly drawings were just mocking me (probably was just too emo that time lol)

Weirdly, around a week or two I think, after my half-assed attempts at drawing, I managed to draw digitally somehow o.o

I did a Midoriya and Todoroki drawing like this too. It was my first post here on Tumblr I think. The annoying part here is that I cannot draw digitally unless I draw on paper first, take a pic, and then trace the lineart. I couldn’t draw directly on the computer. Granted, drawing on paper and drawing on digital is very different for me in the first place anyway. But it was still a pain. And it still looked like shit. I can only draw stiff poses :/ it seems like my brain decided to delete all data about anatomy and posture and backgrounds. My lineart here is even messy af. It still really not the same as my old style.

By 2020, I think I got my old art style back. On March, I made this. This took me 27 total of hrs to make.

Right now, I think it’s not bad, but back in March, I was disappointed with the result. This is when I finally broke down crying because it didn’t look good enough and I hated that it took me 27 hrs to draw “bullshit.” I was angry at myself for losing interest in drawing for 3 years when I could’ve used that time to improve. I had to start all over again and it still didn’t look good. (Current me thinks that the drawing above is alright. I was just a lot harsher to myself back then. Used to have a lot of issues but I’m doing great now)

I cried myself to sleep that night. Woke up wanting to cry again. I wallowed in sadness for a couple of days. Eventually told my friends what’s up. Got some pep talk. Even talked to my sister (she’s great, she always hypes me up with my stuff and sometimes I think she’s my biggest fan with how she appreciates my drawings and I’m really grateful for that).

My world turned a 180 and I was weirdly positive after all that crying because brain chemicals and shit. I had a revelation. If I hate how my art style looked so much, then I should have been putting effort in changing my art style, not trying to regain my old art style (that I don’t like anymore)

I researched a lot. I analyzed different art styles and anatomy again. I did everything I could think of to find a style that works for me. I might have even neglected school for a bit to focus on digital art lmao

After all that work, I posted a fanart of middle school BakuDeku in their classroom. I love that fanart so much even if I probably have better ones by now because that was the first fanart I made that I felt like I could be proud of and it was the first one I made in my new art style. It was a milestone for me.

March 2020, I moved back to Japan and without the toxic relationship, I’m a lot positive now. Happy. I’m myself again after the previous bad years. I’m still continuously learning though, trying to improve, but at least, now, I found my own art style :) I really suck at interacting with people online, but I’m always grateful for the support everyone has been giving my fanarts. I’m happy when my content makes people happy.

This is why BNHA is important to me. The series is great alone, but it’s not just that to me. BNHA is so much more. It’s what made me find the passion to create again, only this time, it’s focused on drawing (I used to write, but now I just draw, but maybe I’ll write again for BNHA).

My family is supportive with my love for BNHA, but I think they don’t know the deeper reason why I love it. Sure, I was fine living on with nothing much going on in my life. I’ll finish school, get a job, work until I die or something. It was okay. It was the way of life. But BNHA gave my life color again. I wasn’t just blindly going through life anymore. I have something to look forward to everyday now. BNHA even became a bridge to other things. Ever since then, I’m a lot more open to people, to try new things, to explore and not just live through life and waste away. I got better at leaving my comfort zone. I’ve never been happier in my life :D

Thank you for supporting my fanarts. Thank you so much for giving me a chance to express myself through BNHA. I hope to make more content in the future and improve even more :)

#plus ultra #<3 #personal

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aliceinwonderland-333-blog · 3 years

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It's so messed up.

TW: Abuse, Self harm, ED, Sexual Assault, substance abuse, Pedo

THIS WHOLE POST IS FILLED WITH TRIGGERS.

Sorry I haven’t been on here for a while, I just out of an abusive relationship with a former coworker of mine. I was with him for 4 months. He forced me to date him because we were drinking at a party and hooked up. I was shit faced will he only had a few drinks. He made feel like shit all the time about my body and height. He is 5 foot 6 and I’m 5 foot 8 and a half. He was always telling me he thought my BFF at the time was hotter than me, then he would say that I was lying when I brought it up.

During my time with Him he would hit me and left marks. I remember one time were he punched he in the nose, laughed and told me I deserved it. We were constantly fighting with one another and being mad at one another. He always made feel like it was my fault when we got into fights, even if it was Me calling him out for the stuff he did or said. Like looking at other girls, telling me he wish I had a dick (which gave me gender dysphoria and feel like I wasn’t enough), looking at literal children and watching lolita hentai and bragging about it (which is a huge trigger for me because of my past which i explain to him not to do). On the first date he showed me the nudes of his ex’s and told me He wanted to fuck his older sister.

I tried to break up with him the first week, but every time I hinted at it he threatened to kill me or send me to the Military. I told my BFF at the time and she told me just to stay cuse he was good for me. Even though I told her how he tried to force me to have sex with him at a park at night after I told several times no and guilt tripped me into giving him a BJ. After that He toke me home told me how he was going to break into his Grandparents gun locker and shot some people and his EX and r@p3 her corpse with a knife in his hand. I should had left then, Though I was so scared that He would do the same to me.

During the relationship I started to smoke w33d again after being over 6 months clean. I also started Self harming after being almost a year clean. I stared eating even less and feeling crazy. He would make me feel like shit for not eating even though He himself wouldn’t eat proper meals. He made me feel like every time we had $3x it was my fault even though it was him suggesting it first. Or when I would tell him no I wasn’t in the mood he would still force himself on me. A few times I told Him after how it made me feel and how I didn’t want to do it. He would just say you let it happen. I decided after to make sure my voice was heard next time it happened.

One time we went mountain biking, at one point while I was taking a break he started to thrust his groin into my face. I pushed him away saying stop it. He just stared at me saying nothing and continued to do it. I kept on pushing him off saying stop. When he started to undo his pants I had enough. I garbed him by the hips, dug in my nails and pushed him back hard. He finally spoke saying, “Ow you hurt me.” I simply replied that he kinda deserved it for not listen to me.

Around December I finally him that I need a break with him. Though I would still hang out with him and do things because he basically made me isolate myself from my friends because he was talking shit with them behind my back. He tried to make me stop talking to my BFF at the time. Come to find out he was still trying to hang out with her. I decided to not see him any more. That lasted about a week or so till he asked to be my new years kiss. Of course I gave in. I was so sh!tfaced that night. I told everyone at the party not to let him take me home cuse I knew he would try to do something. Though The host of the party was also to drunk to stop him from taking me home. I don’t remember everything, though i’m glad I don’t. I do remember crying and saying no and stop it hurts.

During my whole relationship with him so many messed up things happened. I lost all my self identity and worth. The most fucked up thing about it though is that I’m bummed out that I was only 12 LBS from being at my safe Goal weight while I was with that Monster.

I’m just glad that my new BFF and current Boyfriend helped me get out of there and fell better about myself and feel slightly whole again. I feel stupid for blaming his kindness towards me for gaining 20 LBS in less than a week. That’s because he keeps on buying me food cuse it makes me happy and smile. I never really had a partner than willingly and BEGGED to buy me food just to see me smile and laugh.

I guess the moral of this whole thing I’ve been through is that you should never let a man (boy) force you to date them ESPECIALLY when it was a drunk hook up with someone you barley know and for the love of the Gods above and below date someone you have known over 2 years that doesn’t make fun of your body, laugh, hair, voice, face and actually pays for your dates and gives you massages.

TL:DR I left a super abusive relationship, feel sad that i’m 20 LBS heavier now. Now I’m dating a friend of mine that became my new BFF and is now my BF who basically saved my life.

#ed trigger #abuse #abusive #relationship #abusiverelationship #self harrrm #triggers #new beginnings #stay strong #submission

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angel-tries-to-write · 5 years

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Heartbroken

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: Mature Pairing: Ezio Auditore x fem!reader Word count: 3889 Genre: mostly fluff with a slight of hurt/comfort, smutty in the latter part

Your childhood friend Ezio shows up to your doorstep completely heartbroken. You try to cheer him up, because that’s what a friend would do. A friend that may or may not have a massive crush on the other.

A/N: It was supposed to be a nice, short fic, but it has almost 4k words! I was inspired by the end of relationship with Caterina Sforza (though wiki made it appear more dramatic than it really was). I don’t speak Italian, so if there’s something wrong, I’m terribly sorry. Also it gets a bit smutty later, so be warned. I have a few ideas for the sequel, so if anyone would be interested, just let me know.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you had a free night. All for yourself, no need to go out and work, which you liked, but not necessarily in this weather. You preferred to enjoy the rain from your warm home and you were currently doing that. You were sitting by the fireplace in your nightgown, with a book that your best friend recommended you. She always had a good taste, which was probably why she was in a secret relationship with your childhood friend, Ezio Auditore. He was a wonderful man, you never doubted it, no matter what was told about him.

You’ve been out of town when this happened. The betrayal of the Auditore. You wished so bad you could’ve been there for Ezio when he needed you, but your mother said that you could’ve been killed if you were in Florence back then. Besides you didn’t know the truth at first, though you couldn’t believe that the Auditore could be traitors. Your family was friends with them and you knew them all your life. They were good people. Your doubts were gone a few months later, when you felt on your own skin what Ezio’s gone through. Your father had been arrested and then executed, like the Auditore before. He was accused of collaborating with Giovanni, but luckily they took only him, you and your mother were safe for long enough to leave Florence. The night your father was taken, you’ve found his journal in your bed. He knew they were coming for him, so he did all he could to make sure the truth is safe. You’ve learned that he found out that the Auditore were betrayed, you’ve learned about Assassins and Templars, a conflict your father tried to stay away from and failed, then you decided to act. You left your mother in Milan, where your older brother lived, and you found Ezio in Venice. He promised to train you in exchange for help and here you were now, a true Assassin and his biggest help.

But even superheroes need rest, so as soon as you’ve reached your current home, you decided to leave your mission for tomorrow. A bath and fire’s warmth helped your muscles to relax and after a few chapters of your book, your eyes started to close. Your little nap was interrupted by strong knocking to the door. Your first feeling was fear, but it was quickly gone when you heard the voice calling your name. You knew it very well and you loved it. As well as the person who it belonged to. You put the book aside and approached the door to open it.

“May I come in?” asked Ezio, as soon as he saw your face. He didn’t look good and it wasn’t only because he was soaking in the rain.

“Why do you even ask, the answer never changes” you smiled, moving aside to let him in. “What do you need?” you asked when he entered and you closed the door. You watched him take off his wet robes, armor and weapon. It meant he was planning to stay for a while, maybe even for the night. Not that you minded.

“I don’t know” he answered and you heard a sadness in his voice. You didn’t need trained senses to know something was wrong.

“Ezio, what happened?” you asked, very concerned. You would die for him, you didn’t want him to be sad either.

“(Your name), I… it is about (Your best friend’s name )” he confessed after a moment of silence and you felt cold crawling down your spine and your (eyes color) eyes widened. (Y/bf/n) was your best friend, you two were like sisters. You couldn’t imagine what would you do if something happened to her.

“Is something wrong with her? Is she in trouble? Did someone hurt her?” you came so close to the man in front of you, that you could see every detail of his pretty face you already knew by heart. But it didn’t matter now, you needed to know what happened to your friend.

“She is fine, nothing is wrong” he calmed you. “It is about what she did.”

You let out a long sigh of relief. Your friend was safe, you had nothing to be afraid of. The rest could wait for now.

“Bene allora (Alright then). Go take a bath, relax a little and get warm, I will make some food and find a good wine” you decided and Ezio replied with a small smile. He did as he was told and when the food was ready and you realized you’re starving because you forgot to eat today, he came back in fresh clothes you always kept for him. He had some for you in his place and you were in the same terms with (y/bf/n), that was how friendship worked.

“I’m a bit better now, grazie (thanks)” said the assassin, moving his damp hair aside and you smiled. A hot bath after running in the rain was always good. He joined you by the table and you two ate while talking about some funny stuff. But after you moved to the couch, you felt it was time to find what happened between the two of your friends.

“So? Do you need a shoulder to cry on, or do you need more wine first?” you teased. He could be very emotional after too much alcohol and you both knew it.

“Molto divertente (Very funny)” the man replied sarcastically and took a sip of wine. You occasionally teased each other and if he wasn’t taken already, you could’ve sworn sometimes that he was flirting with you.

“Tell me what is wrong” you asked and held his hand.

“I need more wine first” he said emptying his cup and pouring himself more. You waited patiently, no rush or pressure, though you were dying to know all the story.

“Take your time. I don’t think you would be going anywhere soon” you stated firmly, in case he wanted to disagree. Climbing the buildings while being drunk was a terrible idea.

“Even if I had to, you would not let me out” he forced a small smile. “You were always so good (y/n) and you cared about me.”

“Ezio, what do you-”

“She said I never meant anything to her. That she wanted me for fun and to learn some things. Now that she got what she wanted, she did not need me anymore” he continued, ignoring your interruption.

“Che puttana (What a bitch)” you swore, unwillingly saying it out loud.

“I thought you were friends” Ezio was clearly surprised.

“We are, but it does not mean she can hurt my other friend. What was she thinking? I’m totally going to kick her ass when I see her” you snapped angrily.

“Don’t do this. She does not deserve it” he protested, emptying his cup again and putting it away. “But thanks.”

“She deserves everything. How dared she to hurt you like this? She knew very well what does she mean to you, she had no right to act like this.”

“(Y/n), you can’t kick your best friend’s butt just because she does not reciprocate my feelings” the assassin was even slightly amused. “It is (y/bf/n)’s every right to not have feelings for me.”

“Ezio, mio caro (my dear), you are as important to me as she was until this moment. If you were the one who hurt her, I would kick your butt in a heartbeat” you answered. No one would hurt your friends, not even your other friends.

“Thank you, amica (friend)” he said, hugging you. “I could stay like this all night” he added after a while.

“That can be arranged” you replied and you leaned against the cushions, pulling him onto you. His head lied on your chest and he closed his eyes, listening to your heartbeat. You two lied like that for a while, you started to play with his loosened hair you liked so much. “At least you might notice something aside her now. If you only knew… I wish I could tell you everything” you whispered, pretty sure he was asleep.

“What everything?” he asked quietly.

“Niente (Nothing). I was talking to myself” you blurted out. It was a terrible excuse, but you couldn’t come up with anything better. Ezio felt you tense so he lift his head to look you in the eyes.

“È così (Is that so)? Because I have heard something different” he said smirking and your already pink cheeks reddened even more. At least his sadness was gone now, its place took mischief. “I have heard you want me. I have not believed it at first but I am not sure anymore.”

“Who told you that? And why would you even think like that?” you were a blushy mess and unbeknownst to you, he found it adorable.

“Why would I think like what?” he clearly teased you. He wanted you to say it out loud. Fine, if he wanted to play, you could play along.

“That I want you” you answered shamelessly like it was nothing. Except for your furiously red face, rapid pulse and heavy breathing.

“You are telling me that. With all your body. You are blushing hard, you can not breathe, you have goosebumps and that are only the obvious things” his eyes ogled your body in a way you didn’t expect. Suddenly you felt an urge to grab a blanket and cover yourself despite being fully clothed. You felt naked under this look, you could’ve sworn he was already undressing you in his mind.

“I-I think you have drank too much w-wine” you stuttered, trying to hide that you were scared. You’ve dreamed of this moment but when it finally came, nothing was like you imagined it.

“(Y/bf/n) told me that if I will be sad after our breakup I can always have you, because you are head over heels for me. Is this true?” he forced you to look in his eyes. You could’ve lied to him, but not after this much wine, when your body did what it wanted to and reacted so strongly to his actions.

“No” you said softly. “It is just a little crush, nothing much” you tried to brush it off. It wasn’t the truth, but it also wasn’t a lie.

“Is it?” he moved closer towards you, his lips almost touched yours.

“Ezio, you are drunk” you put your hands on his shoulders, but you didn’t push him away.

“Anche tu (So are you).”

“But not enough to lose my common sense” you moved one hand to his cheek. You wanted to kiss him so bad, your body burned with desire, but you knew it wouldn’t end good. You didn’t want to lose years of friendship for a one night. Even if it was your dream.

“Are you afraid of me? Do you think I want to use you the same way (y/bf/n) used me?” he asked, pulling away to look at you.

“No. I am afraid that this might ruin us and our friendship” you confessed. You’ve never been scared of him and through all these years you’ve known him for, you’ve seen a lot. You could handle him at his worst, maybe then you deserved to have him at his best?

“Non lo farà (It won’t). Look, I know it is pretty awkward, cause we know each other since we were little. But I always had a soft spot for you. I often wondered what would happen if we were together. To be honest, I even expected our fathers would arrange a marriage for us when the time comes. But then all of this happened, our fathers are gone and everything started to depend on us and you did not seem to be interested, so I never pushed. Then I fell into (y/bf/n) and I was too blind to see that you are interested” he said and brushed aside a strand of your (hair color) hair.

“Are you telling me that you had a crush on me? And you still had been sleeping with my best friend who is married, unlike me?” you asked, your voice revealed that it hurt you. It also didn’t make any sense, why would he say something like that? And why now?

“It is all fucked up, I know. And I would probably neither tell you that nor act like that if I was sober. But I am not and all I want right now is you” he admitted, burying his face in your neck. You shivered visibly when you felt his breath on your sensitive skin.

“Ezio, you know I would do anything for you, but this? This is madness. I do not want you to sleep with me just to feel better after breakup” you protested. You wanted this, even needed, but you also wanted it to be meaningful. You didn’t want to be a one night stand, a mere cheer-up. You needed something more.

“I do not” he purred in a voice so low that you let out a small moan you didn’t manage to silence. “I want to sleep with you because I really want it. I just need to know that you want me too.”

“I do” you choked. “But I am scared” you whispered, cursing your sudden honesty. If you truly wanted him to stop, you could’ve knock him out and leave. The problem was that you were torn between what you wanted and what was right.

“Di me (Of me)?”

“I would never be scared of you, stupido” you smiled relaxing a little. “It’s just…”

“Dimmi (Tell me)” he pleaded, but suddenly a realization hit him and you felt him freeze. “You are a virgin” he more stated than asked as he pulled back to look at you and if your face could be any redder it would be now. You couldn’t look him in the eye, even though it was no shame in it.

“That is not a problem, but… Well, when I was younger, I wanted to wait for the right person. And later, when all this… war started… I was just too busy to think about it. Then I fell into you and stuff got complicated even more” you confessed, finally admitting your feelings. “But it’s not what scares me the most.”

“(y/n) look at me” Ezio required so quiet, that you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t so close. You barely manged to do as he told you, too embarrassed to relax. “Do not be ashamed. I am not going to laugh at you. I asked, because I want you to be comfortable. If you let me, I will make this night the best you have ever had” he promised.

“I always knew you are a romantic one, but never thought you are this cheesy” you joked drinking more wine and Ezio laughed.

“That’s my girl” he praised you. “So, what do you want me to do?”

You put your cup aside and took a deep breath.

“I want you to shut up. I am gonna take a leap of faith” you answered and you kissed him hard, just like you wanted it now. It was nothing like a romantic and awkward first kiss you dreamed of, it was hot and passionate and needy. You felt his hands on your body and you no longer resisted. You wanted this, you wanted him and you were going to take what you wanted.

Suddenly you felt him lift you. He stood up, desperately trying to stay straight, which was difficult while being drunk. You looked at him with curiosity.

“I want it to be done properly” he answered your silent question, carrying you to your bedroom. “Besides your couch is uncomfortable” he complained and you laughed.

“Just don’t drop me then” you smiled. He did, in fact, drop you and you were angry at first, but you quickly realized you landed on your bed and it just made you laugh. Ezio laughed too and when your eyes met, you’ve seen in his something you never expected to see. He looked at you with adoration so big like you were the only girl in the world. You always wanted to have someone who would look at you like that, but you never had anyone. And now you did.

“What?” he asked softly, noticing the delight in your eyes.

“I am just glad I have you and we finally make my dream come true” you said quietly and he smiled. The man leaned down to kiss you and you immediately started to work on taking off his shirt. He helped you, so soon you could admire his upper body and there was a lot to admire. You broke the kiss to look at him and trace your fingers down every scar he had. Many of them you helped to treat. They reminded you of your own scars, which you were always ashamed of, but not in front of Ezio. He’d already seen all of them and you had seen his. He made a soft noise when you kissed a scar very close to his neck. Your lips quickly found the way to his sensitive spot and you stopped to think completely. The only thing that mattered was your assassin. Yours, and no one else’s.

He removed your nightgown, you took his pants off. Now was the time to get nervous, but you would notice you weren’t even a little scared, if you only paid attention to it. Besides, you trusted him with your life, you were able to trust him with your body. And he was taking care of you so well, that you couldn’t even think of stress, as well as anything else. He was kissing and touching your body, you weren’t even shy about the scars, the way you looked in general and that this was the first time a man was touching you like that. You felt very comfortable and you trusted him boundlessly.

You always heard that the first time hurts, there has to be pain and blood, and it’s not really pleasant. You were very lucky then, because you didn’t feel even a little pain when he finally slid inside you. Sure, it was a new feeling, you felt a slight discomfort at first, but no pain at all, just pleasure. You were prepared very well and he was so gentle and careful, so that wasn’t surprising. He really wanted it to be the best night of your life, so it was. Every stroke was bringing you closer and closer, you were discovering new feelings every second and even though you were usually insecure about new things, you weren’t then. You heard your partner say something into your neck, but you couldn’t understand a single word, yet the tone of his voice did its job. You reached your orgasm and the whole world was gone.

When it came back, it was morning and you had an uncomfortable hangover. You didn’t know what happened at first, then you saw your friend next to you and you shivered, feeling all the memories come back. You weren’t sure how many times did you do that, maybe once, maybe more. But then was the time to find out how things were going to be.

“Ciao, bella (Hello, beautiful)” Ezio’s raspy voice brought you back to the reality. You looked at him and saw the very same look you’ve seen last night. That couldn’t be a coincidence. “How do you feel?” he asked and you knew he really cared.

“Bene (Good). Actually never felt better” you answered, actually meaning that. “And you?”

“I feel like we wasted so much time. We should have done this way earlier” he said, kissing your forehead and his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. You cuddled comfortably into his chest.

“You would not have appreciated it then” you smiled, feeling even happier.

“Forse (Perhaps). I realized I did not know how big difference it is when what you do is meaningful. You did not want to be a cheer-up, but I feel cheered up” he admitted with a soft laugh. “And I definitely want it to happen again, we should-”

“Ezio.”

“Si (Yes)?”

“Ti amo (I love you).”

You’ve never seen him this stunned before. But there was a valid reason: you’ve never said these words before. At least not in front of him. No wonder he was surprised.

“Ti amo anch'io, amica mia (I love you too, my friend)” he said, but quickly realized it came out wrong. “No, wait. I didn’t mean it like that, I mean-” you silenced him with a kiss.

“I know. But we can be both friends and lovers” you chuckled.

“I like that” Ezio smiled and you thought you were the luckiest woman in the whole Italy, if not the world, because you had this smile all for yourself. “Now I know why did it feel so different, but in a good way” he quickly added. “Like… it was meaningful. Not just for fun, although it was fun and-” he started to mess up even more, so you showed mercy and kissed him, making the poor man shut up again.

“I would never tell you can stumble over your own words in front of a girl” you teased. “What happened to your usual charm?”

“You are not just a random girl” he protested. “You are special. And this is a serious relationship.”

“Va bene (Alright), Mr. Smooth, how about we get up and make some breakfast?” you asked. “I am hungry.”

“How about no” his hand slid down your butt. “We will make some love now and then I will make you breakfast. Fair enough?”

“Not really, but I like that” you moved closer and kissed him. You’ve never been more happy before. You’ve always been scared of even the thought that you could sleep with your friend and now you knew it was the best idea ever.

Unfortunately your peace was interrupted by a strong knocking to the door. Looked like someone didn’t want you to stay in bed for too long.

“Can’t you pretend you are sleeping?” Ezio suggested, kissing your neck.

“Nice try. Now let me go, it is probably something important” you lightly slapped his hand. The man groaned, but let you go, then watched you quickly put on your nightgown and assassin’s robes as extra cover. You went to open the door, hoping that it’s not something important and you can go back to bed quickly. On the other side of your door stood Antonio, which meant it was important.

“(y/n)! We need to talk” he said and you’d seen it was something big. You didn’t say a word, but you let him in. “I will be quick: we have found out that (y/bf/n)’s husband is a Templar.”

“What about her?” you asked, fearing the worst.

“We don’t know. But we need to eliminate the man. Have you seen Ezio last night or do you by chance know where he is?” Antonio asked and you sighed. There was no reason to keep that secret.

“Un momento (One moment)” you excused and headed to the bedroom. “Get up, babe. We have a work to do.”

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theworldofotps · 5 years

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When A Boy Tells You He Loves You

Includes: Finn Balor, reader x boyfriend Word Count: 2,997 (Based on the poem by Edwin Bodney) Description: When a boy tells you he loves you he doesn't mean it when Finn tells you he loves you he means every word. Angst-Fluff

Groaning when your phone rings bringing you from sleep you reach over picking it up off of your nightstand eyes slightly blinded by the light. You see a message from your boyfriend who was currently away on a business trip in Chicago. You had asked him to postpone the trip since this was your first weekend home from wrestling in the last four weeks he said it wasn't possible. When he asks if you have a few minutes to talk you reply with a yes before your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey sorry if I woke you up."

"That's fine is everything okay?"

"Yeah I just wanted to let you know I won't make it home tomorrow we just left the bar later than they wanted and we didn't get everything talked over."

"Do they really need you to stay? I leave tomorrow night we didn't see each other at all this weekend."

"I do don't worry (y/n) I'll see your match next Monday night okay?"

You release a sigh trying not to let your frustration show through your voice you understood he was busy but it sucked not getting to see him this weekend.

"Yeah that's fine I understand."

"Hey love you."

Sitting up in bed you look at the device in your hand trying to be sure you heard him right this was the first time he had said those words. You had been dating for the last four months and hadn't taken that step yet. A smile crosses your face could he really mean it did he actually love you? This was the first time a guy had told you he loved you sure you heard it all the time from friends and family but this was different.

"You don't have to say it back if you aren't ready okay? I just wanted to let you know about the meeting I'll call you tomorrow or something get some sleep."

"Alright travel safely."

Saying goodnight you hang up staring across the dark room pushing the hair from your eyes you send a text to your best friend Finn.

(Y/n)-He said he loved me..

Finn- Really? Are you okay with that? Did you say it back?

(Y/n)- Yeah it's okay and no I wasn't ready.

Finn- Don't until you are ready okay I don't want you forced to do anything you don't want too.

(Y/n)- I won't it's just nobody besides friends and family have said that like out of all my relationships granted I've only had a few but love wasn't ever spoken of we never got that far.

Finn- How couldn't someone love you? Just be careful x

Smiling at his text you promise too before telling him you were headed back to sleep. Pulling the covers over your shoulder you fall asleep with the words swirling through your mind.. ~ "You made me look like an idiot (y/bf/n) you had me waiting outside the cocktail lounge for over two hours. Everyone kept giving me sympathetic glances I wasted my time I could have been training or hanging out with my friends."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry I'm not going to say it again I lost track of time alright?"

"You always seem to lose track of time lately whenever we get to spend even a little time together I'm blown off for work, or your friends or whatever excuse you can make."

Leaning your head back against the seat of your car you look out the window the diner parking lot where you had ended up after your boyfriend didn't show was almost empty. Only lit up by the lights the cool night air felt good against your hot skin the phone pressed to your ear.

"It just happens it's not that big a deal I love you."

Silence you close your eyes knowing what he wanted you to do it had only been a few weeks since the first time he told you he loved you. Every time you had an argument or you got upset he dropped those three words like it would solve everything.

"Say it back (y/n) please I just want to hear it you haven't said it once and I've said it so many times."

"But (y/bf/n)."

"Please."

"Fine, love you too."

The words were spoken in a dead lifeless voice you can tell he is distracted when he tells you he has to go but promises to see you in the morning. Hanging up you stare out the windshield the words feeling weird you didn't want to say something you didn't mean but you didn't know any other way to make him happy. Dialing a number you knew by heart and could easily hit the speed dial you call your best friend.. ~ "Are you okay?"

Finn asks as you walk backstage having just finished a tag team match with Nia against Alicia and Mickie.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because I can tell you weren't focused ya always beat Mickie but almost slipped up tonight."

"Can't I just be having an off night?"

You asked drinking some water trying to avoid his gaze Finn knew you better than anyone you should have known he would of noticed your mind wasn't clear.

"Come on love ya know you can tell me anything."

"It's (y/bf/n) it's like I don't exist with him anymore he's so inconsistent I've spoken more with Ruby these last few weeks than I have with him."

You confess knowing Finn would understand the example since you and Ruby weren't exactly fond of each other and the only time you spoke was when you argued.

"He's always coming up with a reason not to come see me or that I can't see him I just I have no clue what to do anymore."

Tears of frustration fill your eyes wiping them away so nobody would ask questions Finn wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. His chin resting on your head you couldn't help but want to sob the confusion and pain in your heart was making you weary.

"Maybe this means that he isn't the one for you love I mean look at how he's acting look at how he keeps trying to get you to say things you aren't ready for."

"I don't know I guess I just I'm so confused."

"Go on to the hotel you need sleep we can talk later."

Nodding you thank him heading for the locker room to get changed into your street clothes getting a uber to the hotel you were more than ready for sleep. Riding the elevator up to your floor grabbing the key from your bag you let yourself in. Getting a quick shower you pull on a large tee shirt Finn got you and some shorts before crawling in between the sheets. Eyes close you listen to the sound of the small radio you brought with you to help you fall asleep. Just as you get ready to finally pass out your phone rings glancing at it you see (y/bf/n) on the screen. Clicking the accept button you bring it to your ear about to speak but stop when you hear a voice that didn't belong to your boyfriend.

"Is this (y/n)?"

"Yes who's this?"

"My name is Elle I can't speak for long (y/bf/n) is in the shower and doesn't know I have his phone. I was going through it and saw that you were listed with a heart when I read the messages between you I couldn't believe what I was reading."

"He's been seeing you hasn't he?"

"Yes for the last three months I'm so sorry I didn't know he was already seeing someone."

"It's not your fault thank you for calling please delete and block my number from his phone I don't want him to call or see me again."

"You and me both sweetie I just thought you deserved to know."

Hanging up you stare at the ceiling your eyes watering as you laid there part of you was kind of relieved it was over another part a much bigger part felt so hurt. You couldn't believe he cheated on you, told you he loved you when he was messing around forcing you to say you loved him when he never meant the words in the first place. Tears fall quickly into your pillow as you cry you felt like an idiot for thinking he could actually care about you. Even though it was late you knew Stephanie would be awake still dialing her number you wait for her to answer.

"Hello, Stephanie speaking."

"Hey it's (y/n) um I know this is sudden but something has come up and I was wondering if I could have tomorrow off? I won't leave the city I know there is another house show I just need some time."

"Is everything okay?"

Giving her a brief explanation because you knew she'd understand you thank her repeatedly when she tells you to take the next two days off.

"You're welcome and listen if you need to talk woman to woman just give me a call."

"Thank you I'll keep that in mind."

When the call ends you block your ex on every social media format you were friends on before turning your phone off and falling asleep. The next day is spent curled up in bed watching random movies on the tv in your room you had the do not disturb sign on your door so your friends and coworkers wouldn't try coming over. When you're halfway through The Golden Child later in the afternoon a loud knock sounds on your door before you hear Seth.

"(Y/n) are you okay? None of us can get ahold of you please will you open the door?"

Sighing you get out of bed looking out the peephole to be sure he's alone than letting him in and closing the door behind him.

"You've had us so worried are you okay?"

"I guess I didn't want to talk with anyone I asked Stephanie for the day off and she gave me today along with tomorrow."

"Are you alright did something happen are you ill?"

"No no it's nothing like that."

Having him sit next to you on the bed you explained what happened last night next to Finn and a few of the other superstars Seth was one of your closest friends.

"Aww I'm sorry that's shitty of him he's an asshole who doesn't deserve a woman as great as you."

"Thanks, Seth."

"Do you need us to rough him up a little I mean nobody will find out we can definitely kick his ass with ease."

"As nice as that sounds I don't think it would be good for you all he's not worth assault charges."

You smile as he hugs you placing a kiss to the top of your head he smiles happy to see you a little better.

"Does Finn know?"

"Not about last night but pretty much everything else."

"Well if I was that asshole I would pray to whatever god he believes in that Finn doesn't find out right away."

"Why?"

"Finn cares about you (y/n) he loves you.. And the fact this guy hurt you it's not going to go over well with him."

"What am I suppose to tell him then?"

"The truth but I'm just saying he won't be happy it's best you tell him face to face does that guy know you know?"

"I'm sure he does now."

"Does he have Finn's number?"

"I don't think so Finn never really did like him."

"Okay good."

You two chat a little longer before Seth heads out promising to check on you in the morning and let the others know you were okay. Closing your door you resume your movies wanting nothing more than to just forget for a little while. As night finally arrives you decided to turn your phone on you had forgotten to call your parents and you were sure they were probably freaking out. A bunch of messages from your friends and coworkers from earlier in the day come through. You notice a few missed calls from your mom giving her a ring you explain what happened. She was relieved to hear you were okay before you hang up you promise to see her within the next few weeks.

Going to your messages you read from them thankful to have such great friends and coworkers. Seth sent you a quick text that he had spread the word and that if you needed to talk anymore to give him a ring. Going to Finn's messages you read them he had sent you the most you felt a little guilty having not told him.

Finn- (Y/n) you okay we didn't see you at breakfast.

Finn- Is everything okay? Steph said you weren't performing out today or tomorrow.

Finn- Love you're worrying me was it something I did?

Finn- I went by your room but the do not disturb sign was up I was going to ignore it but don't want you upset with me.

The messages continue as you get ready to send him a message letting him know you were okay a new one pops up.

Finn- Why didn't you tell me what happened?

When you hear rapid knocking at your door you throw off the blankets knowing who it was without needing to look.

"Hey."

Finn brushes past you into the room closing the door you watch as he paces in front of your bed before looking at you.

"Come'er love."

Walking the short distance to his outstretched arms you hug Finn tightly eyes welling up with tears as he soothes you.

"How'd how'd you find out?"

You ask through the tears and he rubs your back letting out a sigh as he pulls back a little to look at you.

"He dmed me on twitter asking me where he could send your things when I asked what he was talking about he told me he made a mistake. He wouldn't go into much detail I gave him my rental apartment address told him to make sure every single one of your things went there and to never try to reach ya again. After that, I got a text from Seth saying he spoke with you and you were okay I asked what was wrong he wouldn't tell me so I went to his room. Told him if he didn't tell me I was going to stomp his ribs outside of the ring when he least expected it."

"Finn you didn't."

"Well I had no other way to find out you weren't answering anyone love and I was getting worried about you. Especially since you were pretty upset last night and you never shut your phone off unless something is going on."

Sighing you nod your head taking his hand you lead him to the large chair by your window you just wanted to be held right now and Finn always gave the best cuddles. When you're both settled his arms wrapped around your waist you once again tell about the call you had gotten. You told him about how split in two you felt when the call ended you told him how dumb you felt. As the two of you sat there you spilled everything to Finn that had been troubling your heart. You cried which seemed like the only thing you had done the last couple hours but you knew he wouldn't care.

"I don't even know why I'm crying so much I was so upset and confused with how things were going I just."

"Because despite all that you cared for him and you thought he felt the same but he doesn't deserve your tears. He's lucky I don't find him and kick his ass because right now nothing would please me more. If he can cheat on ya and not see what an incredible woman he had than forget him. You deserve someone who will love you and mean it when they say it you deserve someone who isn't going to force you into saying or doing anything you aren't ready for."

"Why can't guys be more like you Finn?"

"They chose not to be but I'm glad you think so much of me."

"I really do you're my best friend my rock and I thank you so much for being here for me I appreciate it."

"I love you (y/n) and I'll do whatever I can to be here for you."

Finn smiles kissing your cheek as you sat there in silence you couldn't help but think about your friendship with Finn. Every single time he told you that he loved you there wasn't any doubt in your mind or heart that he meant it.

"Finn can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing love ask away."

"Seth said that (y/ex/n/) should pray to whatever god he believed in that you didn't find out. When I asked why he said because you love and care about me but the way he said it was a little different."

"How so?"

"He paused when he said love almost like he was worried he let something slip."

Finn stays silent causing you to turn your head to look at him your eyebrows raised.

"Did he let something slip?"

"It's not important right now I'll tell you about it another time okay?"

Biting your lip you nod your head resting it on his shoulder deep down you had a feeling Seth let slip that Finn didn't just love you he was in love with you. Funny the thought of Finn being in love with you sounded like it would be wonderful. You knew that with Finn you wouldn't be forced to do anything he always made you feel so cherished. -------------- Hope these are helping you feel better @ mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk

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spaceorphan18 · 6 years

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SO’s Guide to the MCU

A handy guide for @coffeegleek to decide if she (or anyone else) would like join the ranks. It’s fine if you don’t want to, but that means more shawarma for us.

1. Iron Man -

Robert Downey Jr. plays himself Tony Stark, an asshole billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist, who nearly dies, and saves himself by becoming Iron Man. This film kicks off the tone of the MCU combining humor and action and just being a fun ride. Completely recommended to get a jump start into the MCU to see how it all begins.

2. The Incredible Hulk

Rightfully considered the black sheep of the Marvel family. It’s... not good. In fact, I couldn’t even find a gif for you. Eventually, they’ll switch out Edward Norton for the much more entertaining Mark Ruffalo, and pretty much nothing in this movie matters to the big scheme of things, so it’s entirely skippable. And I mean, even if you are a huge Hulk fan - I’d probably still recommend skipping it.

3. Iron Man 2

This film is considered by a lot of people to be one of the weaker ones - and while I still enjoy it a lot, it’s understandable as to why people think that. It’s funny and has charm, but it’s kind of a mess - so... if you had fun with Iron Man 1 and really want to see more Tony Stark I recommend! Otherwise, feel free to move on. Black Widow is introduced here, but her introduction in The Avengers is just fine.

4. Thor

For me, the first Thor film is a little ‘meh’, though it does have some charm. Chris Hemsworth plays a frat boy god who gets grounded to Earth after he misbehaves by his father Odin. The real gem of this film is Tom Hiddleson’s Loki and the family dynamics between Thor, Loki, and Odin. The stuff with Natalie Portman and the Earlings is fine. But I almost recommend watching Avengers first and seeing if you like that first, and if you do, come back and watch Thor if you’re interested or if you just want to see Chris Hemsworth be pretty for two hours.

5. Captain America: The First Avenger

The epic romance that is Steve and Bucky starts here. If you’re totally intrigued by tumblr’s fascination with ‘Stucky’ this is a must!! But more seriously, C:TFA is a fun film, yes set in the 40s, but I think it handles that well and Chris Evans is an absolute delight as Cap -- or Steve Rogers, a plucky kid from Brooklyn who just wants to prove what a big heart he has. It’s much more entertaining for than the Thor film (IMO), though if you’re still on the fence, again, watch Avengers first, and come back if Cap holds your attention.

6. The Avengers

If you’re really unsure about any of the first phase of films, then start off with The Avengers. This film is amazing -- it’s funny, and emotional, and is nicely paced, and you really get a nice sense of who the characters are and what they stand for. This film is just fun, with the MCU’s trademark humor and intriguing action (and I say this as a person who really isn’t into action films if you can believe it). I can’t say enough good things about this film - it’s really good, go watch it!!

7. Iron Man 3

Iron Man 3 is the continuing adventures of Tony Stark. This film is batshit insane at times (but I kinda love it - though I love Iron Man, so...) It’s got some great character work for Tony Stark if you’re interested, which I think is the best thing this film has going for it. It doesn’t, however, play much of a part in the bigger scheme of things, so if Tony isn’t your person, then you can skip past it.

8. Thor: The Dark World

This film is often considered the weakest (after Incredible Hulk), but I’m not gonna lie, I find this way more enjoyable than Thor 1. It’s... not a good film, but if you’re a fan of Thor, or Loki, or just utter nonsense in a fantasy setting then check it out!

9. Captain America: The Winter Soldier

The Epic Romance of Steve and Bucky pt. 2: The Return of Bucky!! I’m kinda being tongue-and-cheek, this film is honestly pretty amazing. It’s a political spy-thriller where Cap has to go underground and undercover when Shield (the good guys) is infiltrated by a Nazi organization. Everything about this film is done wonderfully well, and I highly recommend this one. (Though, I’m not doing it justice - just ask @ckerouac)

10. Guardians of the Galaxy

Do you like epic space operas with a quirky sense of humor and a good soundtrack?? Well then Guardians is right up your alley. The first film Chris Pratt is Star Lord - a scavenger Han Solo type who finds himself caught up in space hijinks. There are green aliens and talking trees and raccoons and whatever Drax is. It’s fun and entertaining. I think general audiences like it more than I do - but I do agree that it’s a wonderfully done film.

11. Avengers: Age of Ultron

Well, let’s be honest - the Avengers sequel just isn’t what the first film is. It tries, and has some charming moments, but just doesn’t hold together very well, the main issue being that the villain - Ultron - just isn’t a very good villain. If you liked Avengers - give it a shot, it introduced Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver and a lot of the next batch of films, but I recommend going into it without much expectation. However, you can always come back to this one if you want to wait to see if you like some of the later films first.

12. Ant-Man

Ant-Man, played by the delightful Paul Rudd, is a low stakes fun heist film that’s kind of a mix between Honey I Shrunk the Kids, Ocean’s 11, and every other MCU film. It’s cute and lighthearted - and if you find Paul Rudd charming, I totally recommend it. If you’re still on the MCU fence, though, there are other films I’d much rather recommend first.

13. Captain America: Civil War

Captain America: The Epic Stucky Romance pt. 3 -- Steve Rogers breaks up with his current BF Tony Stark so to be with his one true love, Bucky Barnes... Meanwhile, Tony Stark finds out he’s a dad -- to a teenager.

Okay, I’m kidding. Here’s the thing...

This film is hard to discuss. Some people love it (me! - I love the characterization stuff we get in it, plus the deep nods to the comics, and the introduction of Spider-Man), others hate it (@ckerouac - this is not a Cap film, It’s Avengers 2.5. I want my Cap film!!) and, much like the film itself, there are valid reasons for everyone’s point of view. It does play a major part in the fabric of the MCU - so I do recommend seeing it at least once so to gather your own opinion. ;)

14. Doctor Strange

Benedict Cumberbatch plays a mystical Tony Stark Doctor Strange. I think it’s an interesting film - it’s kind of got an Inception/Matrix vibe about it, but I like both the character and Cumberbatch in the role. However, I don’t think it’s anywhere near the strongest of the MCU films, so if any of that doesn’t interest you, then it’s okay to skip -- Doctor Strange’s appearances in other films are better if I’m being totally honest.

15. Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2

Guardians 2 is probably my second least favorite film of the bunch. I think it kind of lacks the charm of the first one and amps up the 12yo humor. But that’s just me. If you really liked Guardians 1 check it out! Otherwise, feel free to move on. However, it does gain a few points for Baby Groot.

16. Spider-Man: Homecoming

Let’s be real - This film is basically Tom Holland being a precious little muffin for two hours, and if you aren’t sold entirely on that premise, well then, I can’t help you. ;)

17. Thor: Ragnarok

Underwhelmed by the first two Thor films? Thought the Hulk movie sucked? Well - welcome to Thor Ragnarok -- the film that just does not give a shit what came before it and does whatever the hell it wants because it’s like a 70′s acid trip. And walks away being, perhaps, the best comedy in the MCU. Everything is delightful about this film -- and if you wanted more from a Thor film, more Loki, more crazy antics with Mark Ruffalo - then you’ve come to the right place. Also - bonus batshit crazy Cate Blanchett, Tessa Thompson as an amazing lesbian/bi (?) female warrior, and Jeff Goldblum -- Jeff Goldblum-ing.

18. Black Panther

Chadwick Boseman is Black Panther - and I’m sure you’ve heard all the stuff swirling about how amazing this film is. There are two things I personally really enjoy about the film -- the fact that it digs deeper than your average superhero film and is not afraid to tackle relevant questions we’re talking about in society right now, and the fact that the female cast in this one is fantastic and incredibly worth watching. This one’s a definite must!

19. Avengers: Infinity War

So... I’m sure you’ve probably heard all about this one by now. Here’s what I have to say about it -- I recommend seeing if after you’ve seen all the previous ones that you’ve wanted to see -- it does build on the others in a way a TV show builds to its finale. And honestly, left me emotionally satisfied (knowing it was the first half of a two parter). It’s a great film, imo, and worth it.

20. Ant-Man and the Wasp

Ant-Man and Wasp is a lot like the first film, only ramped up a little more. After the heaviness of Infinity War, it’s light and a treat. It’s not entirely (or at all) essential, but it’s a lot of fun if that’s what you’re looking for.

21. Captain Marvel

Okay, so Captain Marvel isn’t out yet - but the trailer looks delightful, I know who Cap Marvel is from the comics, and it’s time the MCU got its shit together and put a woman in the front. I say go see it! Plus, I’m sure it’ll be relevant for the next Avengers film.

22. Avengers: End Game

So, um, also not out yet - but if you’ve liked everything up until now, I’m sure you’ll not only go see - but cry buckets full <3

23. Spider-Man Far From Home

Let’s be real - we’re all gonna need another two hours of Tom Holland being a precious little muffin after whatever Endgame throws at us. ;)

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And that’s it! That’s the MCU in a nutshell (so far). Marvel has, like, it’s next ten years planned out, so definitely not the end. But - hey - if anything interests you - I really do recommend checking that out first and coming back to fill in things if you want to know more. :)

Guide to Non-MCU Marvel Films Part 1 Guide to Non-MCU Marvel Films Part 2

#mcu #marvel #iron man #thor #captain america #spider-man #ant-man #black panther #doctor strange #that's how s.o. sees it

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bnheadcanons-scenarios · 6 years

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Sorry if you don't accept these (currently on mobile) but can I get a five and one for bakushimanari. Five times Denki needed to be rescued by his bf (probably from villans) and the one time he can return the favor for them. If not I'd just love to have little bulletpoints on how each scenario would play out (btw I FREAKING LOVE YOUR BLOG IT GIVES ME LIFE)

So, I’ve never done a 5-1 fic before but it’s something I’ve actually wanted to do for a while now so I’m super glad you requested this especially with Bakukirikami!

Also, I probably won’t accept many of these since they are very long and very time consuming. But I’ll gladly do this for you!

This also takes place after they graduated from UA and are now pro heroes. I included some serious scenes and also some comedic scenes! I hope you enjoy!

Under the cut too because it’s 7 pages long on a doc so it’s a very long post though the scenes vary in length

The sounds of screams echoed in Kaminari’s ears as he rushed down the street towards the mushrooms of smoke and the blaring of alarms. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to move faster as another explosion shook the ground.

Turning the corner, he froze when he saw just how much chaos there was. Multiple buildings were crumbled to the ground, villains and heroes entangled in combat, civilians pinned under the rubble and caught in the crossfire. There was so much going on and Kaminari didn’t know where to do first.

Gritting his teeth, he heard the cries of a small girl and ran in that direction. The cries were coming from a pile of rubble, formerly an apartment complex. He didn’t waste any time before moving the slabs of concrete, muscles burning as he tossed them out of the way. Slowly, he made progress, digging his way to the child.

Eventually he reached the small girl, who shrank away from him when he came into view. Exhaling harshly, Kaminari put his hands up and smiled softly, trying to calm his hard breathing. “It’s alright. I have you,” he reached out a hand slowly while maintaining eye contact with the frightened child.

Tentatively, the child reached out a small hand to him, holding tightly. He pulled her out carefully, holding her close to his body as he crawled out of the rubble with her. Standing up, he stumbled slightly and looked around again.

Kaminari’s eyes widened when he saw one of the villains throw a large slab of concrete in his direction.

There was nothing he could do and he knew that, turning so that his body was between the child and the projectile. Closing his eyes, he held her close, using his body as a shield and expecting the contact at any moment.

The sound of concrete colliding with something rang in his ears, yet no pain came. Slowly and confusedly, he uncurled from around the child and peered behind him to see the familiar red hair of one of his boyfriends.

Kirishima turned around and smiled, flashing his sharp teeth at Kaminari, who let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Get the little one outta here Denki,” the other said calmly before rushing forwards. To the side, Kaminari heard controlled blasts of explosions and watched as Bakugou soared through the sky, taking down another villain in meer seconds.

Softly smiling, Kaminari wished he could admire his boyfriends in action, but the choked noise that came from the child had him moving to the safe zone, keeping her close as he trusted the other two to take care of the villains.

–

The moon shone bright as Kaminari sat holed up in his office. Head in his hands, he peered down at the paperwork that covered the expanse of his desk. Groaning, he threw his head back and leaned back on his chair. This was his least favorite part of the job.

Well, it’s more accurate to say it’s his second least favorite part.

The first being beaten by villains.

But paperwork was much more common than that.

His eyes burned from constantly looking at the numbers and paragraphs that littered every page of the seemingly endless pile of papers he needed to fill out. Normally, he could get done at a decent time, especially when he had his sidekicks to help out.

But he sent all of his sidekicks home early because he liked to be the “nice boss”.

He was regretting that now.

The ticking of the clock on the wall was distracting. He looked at the time, groaning even louder when he saw that it was almost midnight. There was only one place he wanted to be at the moment and it wasn’t stuck in his office, filling in the blank places on the forms in front of him like some sort of corporate robot.

“I wanted to be a hero so I wasn’t trapped in an office!” he said to no one in particular, jumping when a laugh came as a response, practically throwing himself off of the chair as he whipped around fast.

He was greeted with Kirishima’s bright smile, calming himself down before standing and walking over to the other, lightly punching him in the arm. “Don’t scare me like that Eiji!”

“Sorry. Figured you heard me come in.” Kirishima wrapped one arm around Kaminari’s waist and pressed a chaste kiss to the other’s temple, causing the blonde to smile and his heart to flutter. “Wanted to see what kept you so long.”

Sighing, Kaminari sat back at his desk, gesturing to the papers scattered about. “Ah,” Kirishima made in acknowledgement. He looked around for a moment, Kaminari watching him in confusion as he grabbed a chair in the corner and pulled it up next to him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna help you of course!” the redhead told him like it was obvious. He reached forward and grabbed a few papers, reading them over. “This is from the subway attack right? I can fill these out for you since it was a joint effort between us so all you’ll have to do is sign.” Without waiting for a protest or a confirmation, Kirishima grabbed a pen and began to fill out the summary of what happened.

Kaminari watched him, relief flooding into him as he bumped his shoulder against his boyfriend’s. “Thanks Eijirou.”

–

Pain was the first thing that Kaminari picked up on when he became aware again. There was a dull throbbing throughout his entire body but the most intense pain was in his arm.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to move much, not wanting to exacerbate the pain, but he did look around. It was hard to see, the room too dark to make out many details. However, he looked to his right and noticed that his forearm was snapped. Chuckling, he found out what the cause of the pain was.

Kaminari began to panic slightly as he started to feel other things besides the pain. He could feel rope around his wrists and ankles but he was too weak, in too much pain to try to get free of his binds. So he just sat there, listening to the drip, drip, drip of a pipe somewhere in the room he was in.

He tried to scream but he was unable to, overcome by a metal taste in the back of his throat as he coughed. No noise was being produced by his vocal chords.

He was truly helpless.

Sitting there, he tried to think of ways to escape. The thought of using his quirk to fry the rope was his number one idea. However, even though his tolerance and usage has increased, he wasn’t sure how many villains were around or how much of his quirk he would actually need to escape. And he didn’t want to risk frying himself out in the middle of his escape.

A few more possible scenarios ran through his mind but he was distracted by the sounds of screams, thuds, and mild explosions. Not wanting to get his hopes up, Kaminari braced himself for the worst, gritting his teeth to try to hold back his own scream as a sharp stabbing pain rang through his arm at the slight movement.

A loud thud rang out through the room, Kaminari assuming that it came from the door. Hinges squeaked and he squinted his eyes to try to see who was coming into the room.

“Oi, Sparky!” Bakugou’s angry voice yelled out and Kaminari had never been more happy to hear it before in his life. He let out a relieved sob.

“H-Here,” he managed to croak out, throat protesting at the use of his voice. He could hear the other quietly curse as he walked up to the blonde. Kaminari smiled at his boyfriend, whose red eyes held a mix of relief and complete and utter rage in them. It was obvious that Bakugou was debating whether or not to just escape with Kaminari or to go back to finish off the people who hurt him. Kaminari chuckled. “I-I’m so g-glad.” His breathing was becoming labored as he slumped forward in the chair, something sharp in his chest.

“Shit,” was all that Bakugou said before kneeling in front of Kaminari and carefully untying the ropes that bound the other. He felt arms around his back and under his knees, letting out a pained cry as he was hoisted into Bakugou’s arm, his broken and useless arm dangling to the side as Bakugou carried him. “I got you,” he reassured Kaminari, voice unusually soft, the same kind of softness that was saved only for him and Kirishima.

Kaminari was able to forget about the pain, feeling safe in Bakugou’s arms and knowing that he would be okay.

–

There were hands around his throat, cutting off the air to his lungs. His vision was growing blurry, limbs numb, ears ringing. He couldn’t think, couldn’t even remember how he got into this situation.

All he knows is that he can’t breath and his feet are not touching the ground.

Slowly, he cracked open his eyes, seeing yellow eyes shine through the blurriness. Kaminari tried to kick, scratch at the arms holding him up, but he was growing too weak for his fighting to be effective. His lungs were burning unbearably and he was growing deprate.

A tear streamed down his face as he began to accept his doom.

Somewhere off in the distance, he heard a familiar voice call out his name. He couldn’t focus on it, though, because the hand had suddenly disappeared and he was falling but there was no floor underneath him.

Finally, he was able to take a deep breath, lungs thanking him. But being able to breath wasn’t any good if he was going to fall from an indeterminable height.

Something wrapped around his ankle as he fell and he felt himself jerk, back hitting a concrete wall and knocking the wind out of him yet again. Kaminari coughed as he felt whomever caught him pull him up.

After a few moments, he was pulled onto what he assumed to be a roof but, before he could get his bearings, he was being pulled into an embrace, two familiar arms wrapping around him. Turning his head, he was met with red hair in his face but smiled nonetheless, returning the embrace as his boyfriend held him tight.

–

“Uhhhehehe.”

Kaminari laughed as he was forced to sit on the couch in his office, mind blank. There were voices all around him, all ones that he recognized but he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

His mind was absolutely fried, the outcome of going over his voltage limit.

Somewhere buried deep, he knew that he had to recharge but he couldn’t stand up, couldn’t walk, and couldn’t talk to tell his new interns what was going on.

It was their first day and he didn’t have time to brief them on what to do when this happened and no one else was around either.

“Where is he?” A familiar voice boomed through the office and the interns jumped, cowering behind each other as Bakugou stomped into the room.

“Wey!” came a noise of excitement from Kaminari as he waved at his boyfriend before falling backwards on the couch, laughing again.

He missed Bakugou rolling his eyes and giving him an amused smile as he walked over.

“Y-You can’t be in here,” one of the interns told Bakugou, fear lacing her voice.

“The fuck I can’t. Now move out of the goddamn way unless you know how to fix him.” No response came. “I fucking thought so.”

Kaminari rolled to his side, watching Bakugou rummage through his desk drawers until he came across a charging cord and wall outlet. He’d been through the process many times, finding the nearest plug and handing the other end to his boyfriend, who put it into his mouth immediately.

Bakugou lifted his head and sat down before letting Kaminari rest his head in his lap, running his fingers through his hair. They sat like that in silence for a few minutes until Kaminari started to come to his senses again. “You need to get smarter interns.”

–

+1.

Kaminari stood frozen at the scene.

There was fire, debris, blood, destruction, everything that could have gone wrong did. He didn’t know how things went so bad so quickly when everything was perfectly fine not even thirty seconds ago.

His eyes drifted the unconscious forms of his boyfriends. Bakugou laid on the other side of the street, face down and not moving. Kaminari couldn’t even tell if he was breathing from that distance. Turning his attention to Kirishima, the redhead laid just a foot away from him, body covered in the rubble that was supposed to cover him, not Kirishima.

He couldn’t contain the tears that spilled out onto his cheeks. Sobs wracked his body at the guilt and sorrow he was feeling at seeing the two people whom he loved most lying motionless in the street.

The laugh of the villain echoed throughout the speech, Kaminari freezing as he heard it. His sorrow didn’t disappear but rather took a back seat to the rage he felt at that exact moment.

Slowly standing and walking forward, he screamed and broke out into a run at the villain, electricity shooting out in a controlled way, puncturing the villain through the abdomen. He increased the voltage the closer he got, feeling himself sway but also able to control himself. A dark part of him wanted to fry the bastard that did this but he knew that wasn’t the solution.

After a few moments of releasing high voltages of electricity, he collapsed to his knees and watched as the villain fell, unconscious.

He was unable to revel in his victory, immediately standing and running to Bakugou’s side, shouting the other’s name and flipping him over onto his back. “Katsuki!” he shouted over and over again until he saw the other’s face twitch, a sign of life. The adrenaline coursing through him allowed him to drag the other over to where Kirishima was, not wanting to leave the blonde. He removed the debris from off of Kirishima’s body, sobbing in relief when the other let out a choked gasp.

As the sirens got closer, Kaminari sat there, holding Kirishima’s hand and gently coddling Bakugou’s head in his lap, crying tears of joy that they were okay.

#bnha #bakugou katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #Kaminari Denki #bakukirikami #long post #fic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #5 to 1 fic #my writing #scenario #my scenario #bnha scenarios #answered #request #anonymous #bnha fic

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hi i just need to be really dramatic and long winded bc if i dont get it Out im going to fucking explode

ive actually been trying really hard this semester with my thesis and its REALLY fucking difficult for me. my depression makes me catatonic and unable to complete simple tasks or be motivated to do literally anything; my anxiety paralyzes me at the slightest unexpected change and then obsess over whether everyone in my life hates me because of my anxiety; my sleep schedule is constantly fucked and my doctor is unhelpful; my bdd will sidetrack me from my work and responsibilities for literal hours or days, and sometimes if its feeling spicy send me on a full scale fucking breakdown; and my adhd makes all this shit worse on TOP of all the NORMAL adhd shit. like thats just!!! my life!!!! at all times!!!!! and there have been several times where i have genuinely considered leaving this program or not continuing school after bc i was so fucking overwhelmed and exhausted and scared but i didnt!!! like i make a lot of jokes about procrastinating and wasting my time and doing the least and whatever but in reality its really fucking difficult for me even when im medicated!!! but i dont like admitting that bc of all my exhausting childhood baggage and shit but that is not the point of this rant so anyway

this semester i made a specific effort to try and be a better student even tho all of this stuff has been exacerbated by grad school. i felt i owed it to my director and one of my committee members because theyve been so fucking helpful and put their faith in me and took a lot of their time to help me. i wanted to show them i was worthy of it and capable of being a good student who does all the shit she’s supposed to do, does it well, and does it on time. i overloaded my fall semester and nearly lost my goddamn mind JUST to have a lighter class load this semester so i could focus most of my time on my thesis (like for real that was actually incredibly stupid of me. i lost almost 30 pounds from september to december without conscious effort just because i was so fucking stressed. not a brag and actually kind of concerning bc that has LITERALLY never happened to me). it has been like....significantly taxing, but i wanted to show them how much i appreciate their time and effort and help by being responsible and respectful. my Trying Hard is a lot of people’s Barely Doing Their Best and i know that. turning something in 2 hours early is below average for some but for me, literally anything more than 30 minutes before its due is an actual goddamn miracle. but i wanted to work hard and do things right for my committee members because they deserve it

this christmas my parents asked what i wanted and the ONLY thing i asked for was help with my library dues. last year from like march to october i was significantly depressed and entirely out of my head, and i racked up some pretty bad overdue fees. i didnt even ask them to pay all of it, just some of it. less than $100. im really truly grateful for the gifts they DID get me, but i didnt ask for them for any of it, and my overdue fees were left alone. i was under the impression that they got paid and, like a fucking idiot, i didnt check up on it to confirm. ive been so hell deep in my thesis and teaching and grading and applying to phd programs and looking for apartments and shit that it really just slipped my fucking mind!!! crazy!!!!

today i was in crisis bc i thought i fucked up with scheduling my defense/exam/whatever the fuck. im going to call it defense and i dont give a shit bc everyone calls it some other shit and i dont CARE. anyway i really thought i fucked up but i went and talked it out with my director and it was all sorted out. i’ve gotten like 50% of her feedback on my thesis draft, which i’ve incorporated, and im waiting on comments from another reader (the other helpful person on my committee). we have to run some dumbass software before scheduling, so i ran it today and tried to schedule it but couldnt bc theres a hold on my account. i went on a fucking....ALMIGHTY QUEST to figure it out and i finally discovered that guess what!!!!!!! its my GODDAMN LIBRARY OVERDUE FEES!!!!!! THAT I THOUGHT WERE PAID!!!!!!! i had to pay them myself which is fine idc but it takes several days to process. this fucks up my life on SEVERAL levels

for one, its fucking impossible to get a hold of my third committee member. she is a vapor in the wind. shes like super busy and thats all good and well but the point is theres like zero communication there. i finally got confirmation on a defense date from all 3 members and had been literally planning MY ENTIRE LIFE around this date. after todays first scheduling crisis i was so happy i was still on track, but now this? now i have to wait 3-4 days before i can even SCHEDULE the defense. the super delightful part is that we have to schedule a minimum of 2 weeks in advance. so now i cant schedule my defense until tuesday at the absolute earliest, but that ALSO bumps my defense date several days ahead. i have no fucking clue if my committee is going to agree on another day that works for everyone bc theyre all busy as shit and we’d been working toward the original date for weeks if not months, and im so fucking upset because this is exactly what i DIDNT want to have happen. i havent tried to email them yet because im hoping beyond fucking hope i can call somebody at the university tomorrow and see if the hold is something else besides the fee, but it makes me sick to think of having to be like “oh sorry i know i constantly fuck up everything ever and im a piece of shit but can we change this date we’ve had set since january because i was an extra shitty piece of shit this time??” like OHHH MY GODDDDD

and the thing thats really fucking with me is that like, yes its my fault but this one time its not ENTIRELY 100% my fault. i asked for a favor and had the understanding that it was taken care of. yes the fees were my doing and yes i shouldve checked but oh my fucking god. i feel like all the effort ive put into being a better student this semester has been for fucking nothing because im going to have to email my committee asking for a different date and ruin all their fucking lives and theyll be so disappointed in me. i have like legitimately been crying on and off about it since like 4:30 today

it so shitty in and of itself but i especially dont want to do this to my director bc she is legitimately the reason im finishing this program AND that im going to a phd program. a year ago i’d barely spoken 20 words to her but she still agreed to be a reader on my committee just because she heard me explain my thesis for all of 30 seconds and decided to give it a try. she literally had not read a song of ice and fire at the time and she started reading them for me to help me with my thesis. in the fall when my original director basically threatened to leave my committee if i didnt change all my ideas, my current director stepped in and helped me and talked me through it and then offered to take her place even though my research is BARELY distantly related to hers. through all of this she’s been so insanely patient with me, super encouraging of my ideas both in this project and in others, helped me decide whether it was right for me to get my phd immediately after my masters, proofed and edited and helped me with ALL my phd application materials, and STILL is in the process of reading these goddamn books just to be a better director. i have lost my head so many times and shes always been there to help me figure my shit out, and i wanted to have it figured out for once. how stupid of me

like bumping the date isnt the end of the whole world but its really not just about the fact that i have to reschedule. i was trying real goddamn hard to be a better student this semester and i REALLY fucking owed it to my director and other reader, but especially director, and i still managed to fuck up this bad. i feel like such a DISAPPOINTMENT and it just will not leave my brain bc im so mad at myself. i tried watching shows and youtube compilations about game of thrones and shit but now my bf is asleep and im alone and its all i can think about. im so fucking tired of being the person i am honestly and i dont mean that in an edgy way its just like jesus christ i wish there was less shit wrong with me. i wish i had any kind of willpower or discipline so i couldve learned these skills and been a better student from the start. i wish i wasnt a giant piece of shit!!!!!

and now im going to be up late being anxious about all this which means that i will, once again, wake up late but also still be really exhausted, which means i’ll do a shitty job teaching and get overwhelmed by everything and who the fuck knows what fun bullshittery will ensue because of it. i am so fucking tired of me and my fuckery and the fact that it fucks with other people even why i try so hard for it not to. tired!!!!!!!! fucking tired

#p #this is literally like an essay #on why im a piece of shit lmao #ignore me!!!!!!

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a-rdentlyy · 6 years

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*finger guns* fuck vld s8 B)

I was incapable to do my final projects until I wrote down all my feelings. VLD is trash, but I’m sadly obsessed with it, dear god just end my suffering. Just to be clear, I also have some (very few) good things to say about this season but those will be at the end.

Cons

lol the whole fucking season

Pretty much everything concerning Lance was about Allura, nothing about his own personal growth except when talking to Keith

Sunset talk was romantic as FUCK and Keith spoke about how great Lance was and was just so fucking soft the whole time

Sitting at the table and confiding in each other about personal growth had me tearing up tbh

Literally episode one was extremely gay

Like, super gay

Lance and Allura have an awkward date, which was honestly pretty cute, EXCEPT for when Lance suddenly tells her he loves her and she’s just like “i mean ok i guess” and they kiss????????????

What the hell??????????

And why the fuck did Lance choose to seek solace in Keith when he was worried about his “date”??????? (hint: its gay fellas)

And then when Veronica asked about Keith and if he was single Lance literally freaked the fuck out for like 67493862988409 years

HUGE queerbait season and episode if you ask me :/

How the FUCK is Ezor still alive, I’m not complaining, but this was out of nowhere

The astral plane episode w the old paladins could have been so cool

Blaytz should have been with Lance, literally his whole speech about people underestimating him and “fucking having greatness within” is LITERALLY what Allura said to him in either season 5 or 6 (can’t remember and don’t really care about their interactions tbh)??????? Like??????? Give my boy some validation that isn’t centered around his romantic life?????

Alfor should have been with Allura. That’s her fucking dad and his whole “my daughter chose you cuz ur cool i guess” speech to Lance felt so flat and awkward, I hated it. Everything about Alfor’s speech would have been so much better if it wasn’t about how Allura liked him.

AND SHE DIDN’T EVEN CHOOSE LANCE, SHE CHOSE LOTOR AND SETTLED FOR LANCE BECAUSE HE WAS HER CONSTANT COMPANION

They did Lotor dirty, my trash son

Not a single bit of actual redemption

In the Honerva flashback episode could see how his parents tore him down. Zarkon destroying his first colony broke him.

Totally unresolved Lotura plotline. I really liked them together and they had genuine chemistry unlike the “main” bullshit ship of the season. Allura first tries to kill him in her nightmare and then immediately trusts him after he says like 2 words????????? Girl ain’t over her ex.

So was he actually evil and was really sucking out quinessence or was that plotline just never touched upon, cuz he tried to explain what was happening in s6 but was never really allowed to speak?????

The Altean colony was never really resolved???????

Like, who’s running it now??????

Altean/Farmer Lance

Don’t even talk to me about this shit

What the FUCK is with him suddenly becoming Altean????? Like, if he had, you know, some Altean descendents and his little markings were suddenly activated then i’d kind of get it

Also Lance has Altean markings now, because we just can’t let Lance move on from Allura and be happy can we

This ending was SUCH BULLSHIT. Lance has always wanted to be a pilot but now that some girl he liked is dead he wants to live on a farm w his family?????

I’m still not done with how they won’t just let Lance move on from Allura and be happy

He lives on Altea, of all places, so he’ll see her people everywhere

He has fucking Altean markings so he’ll be reminded of her every time he looks at himself in the mirror

Honerva seemed like such a good, complex villain but they just made her goal so fucking dumb

I figured she’d want to get Lotor back (which I dug because I’m always here for mother’s love n shit) plotlines, but suddenly she’s trying to get to an alternate universe?????? The fuck?????

And what the hell happened when she actually went to the AU, what the actual fuck

What a bitch, she’s still pissed at Allura even in this alternate reality

Lol AU baby Lotor telling Honerva how she sucks is incredible

Klance

Fucking gypped

So much build up

Where the hell is the “slow burn” endgame for Lance?????? Definitely not with Allura, that shit was rushed as hell

Literally so much chemistry between Keith and Lance

Allurance

I don’t actually hate Allurance

The writers just suck at doing their job and making good romantic relationships

Literally cringed at every scene where Allura and Lance interacted tho, it just felt so forced

When Lance said “my girlfriend” I actually had to stop watching and had to take a solid half hour to recover (I’m not even joking), it was the worst thing I had ever heard

HELLA rushed “i love you” to Allura. Lance, she’s the fucking best, I agree, but dude. You honestly don’t even really know each other that well (the demi in me is coming out lol)

Allura never once responded to Lance saying I love you until the very end, and even then it felt more like a platonic “I love who you are” deal. She definitely didn’t love Lance like he cared for her.

She even ended up dying and walked towards Lotor at the end, she still chose Lotor over Lance at the very end

And we just can’t let Lance have anything nice, can we

Lotura

“He was happy with you” fuckin Honerva speaking the truth for once

Literally one of the best ships that crashed and burned for no reason

Through this entire season you can still see Allura isn’t over Lotor

Allura, they did you so dirty as well

My wife

I’m so sorry for what they did to you

This amazing survivor of genocide that thought that she was the last survivor was killed off

They also ruined ur character tho, the real Allura would never have basically tortured the real Zarkon without quintessence poisoning

And you would have realized you don’t actually love Lance like that

Those goodbyes actually destroyed me at the end tho

“I’m gonna miss you Allura” BITCH ME TOO, THE FUCK

Shiro’s goodbye made me tear up the most

So she can create infinite realities because of her sacrifice except for one where she lives???????

And who’s leading the new Altea????? No one???? They never explain what happens with the actual colony that Lotor made and the current timeline

Holy shit I just realized we never actually found out if Lotor survived the quintessence field or not

I mean, almost certainly didn’t

But still, that shit’s important to tell us

Looked like a hawk carrying away a baby mouse

Shiro’s wedding was fucking bullshit

Like finally he can be happy

But god, give us fucking SOME development that isn’t damage control

At least I liked whoever he married in those background scenes despite never learning his name

MATT’S HAIRCUT IS A TRAVESTY at the end

He looks way better with long hair

What the fuck was with the lions just dipping??????????

Tbh that shit made me cry

And now they’re just chilling out in space??????

Pros

The beginning of the season was actually surprisingly really good? Like, I was nearly invested the whole time up until episode 8?????? And then it got fucking insane and weird with no explanation.

THE ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS

Baby Lotor was so fucking cute, I adore him.

Those small Klance scenes killed me

Keith supporting and validating everything Lance has done and just being a great bf in general

That romantic ass sunset scene (you CANNOT tell me that shit was platonic)

We could have had it all yo :(

Surprisingly really liked Kinkade’s vlog episode, it made me like the MFE pilots

I didn’t care about them at ALL in s7 but now I like them more

Just Kinkade and Rizavi tho

Some tasty VeronicaxAcxa shit

That’s lesbian activity

Thank god Bex was right when she said Kacxa wasn’t gonna be a thing

Old Paladin’s were pretty cool except for the bullshit talking

BAD. ASS. VOLTRON/ATLAS FUSION.

Thank GOD Galra Emperor Keith wasn’t a thing

Coran keeping Allura’s memory alive keeps me alive

HIS TOAST TO HER HAD ME CRYING

THEY REALLY WERE FAMILY

Thank god it doesn’t seem like Lance is insanely depressed a year after Allura’s death, this kid needs closure and to move on and find some semblance of happiness that doesn’t revolve around romance

Small Klance moments at the end

That fucking reunion at the end made me cry

At least we got a mlm kiss, even though it’s garbage :)

List of Those Done Dirty

ALLURA

Lance

Lotor

Shiro

Adam

The Whole Fucking Fandom

All in all, fuck v slur, 3/10 for the season and 4.5/10 for the whole show. Seasons 1-3 are the only canon seasons. Except for parts of Season 5 and 6. Those can stay.

Also Klance is Canon King.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron spoilers #vld spoilers #voltron season 8 #vld season 8 #vld season 8 spoilers #shut up tess

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urwarriorangel · 7 years

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‘anything you want’ (bellamy blake au, part v)

part i, part ii, part iii, previously

Prompt: Things are finally a little smooth. You’re over Bellamy, you and Octavia are closer than ever. In fact, she’s asked you to be her son’s Godmother. You chose his name, you bought the gifts, and now it’s time for him to come into the world.

Pairing(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader, Linctavia, Surprise Character x Reader

Warning(s): angst y’all!!! letdown, surprise bf!!! heartbroken!bellamy, language

A/N: hey y’all this part is kinda cute tbh, it is angsty but also cute! please enjoy it, i love it very much! this is a bellamy x reader fic so please don’t worry! well, worry bc it’s an angsty fic but not bc of that!!! they’ll end up together! i love y’all! (!!!!!!!!!!GIFS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!)

Looking back at it, you’re okay with missing Octavia’s wedding. You left the night of, making John in charge of your last day of maid of honor duties. Granted all he had to do was wear a pretty dress and tell Octavia everything was going to be alright because everything WAS going to be alright, you made sure of it. You even emailed Bellamy a list of the events in addition to everything else. In the end, you took care of everything during and after the wedding. You left the lovebirds a beautifully written note and they, of course, understood… granted you also paid for their honeymoon.

As far as Bellamy was concerned, he was ridden with guilt. He couldn’t wrap his head around why he did what he did and he’d never been more devastated. He tried to contact you after the fact, tempting you with pictures of the wedding and edible arrangements. You sent everything back. That man ruined you and you’d be damned if you let that happen again.

Now you’re hackling the cab driver, desperate to get to the hospital on time for the birth of your godson, which you got to name by the way.

“The hospital is literally five minutes away can we just--you know what? Never mind,” you throw a couple 20s, grab your purse and the three gift bags, and get out of the car--right into traffic, and you could not care less. If you were gonna get hit by a car, so be it. Maybe the ambulance could get you there quicker. You quickly cross the street and walk the few blocks left towards the hospital. On your way there, you keep checking your phone and muttering under your breath, somehow managing to miss the tall figure now walking next to you.

“So you still talk to yourself, huh?” You almost stop dead in your tracks at the sound of that voice you’d constantly curse in the middle of the night.

“Old habits die hard,” you whisper, not bothering to look at him or acknowledge him any further.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispers, unable to keep his eyes off of you. Each time he sees you, he doesn’t think he can admire you more and each time he’s wrong. There’s so many things he wants to say to you, so many apologies that he can finally-

“Bellamy, look,” you stop in your tracks and turn to look at him: Bellamy Blake, looking miserable as ever. You wish it would bring you joy. “You set out to ruin my life, you do know that, right? You wanted to turn everyone in my life against me, that’s how much you hated me, and to this day, I have no idea why. I mean, sure, I no longer cry myself to sleep and I don’t drink to forget the pain, but that doesn’t mean that the pain is gone. You hurt me, and I hate you. I hate you, Bellamy Blake. I’m here because I love Octavia and I love Lincoln and I love Augustus. That’s why you’re here, too. Let’s limit our conversation, to nonexistent. Got it?” You see a small smile on Bellamy’s face and your glare grows. “Why are you smiling?”

“Augustus?”

“Yes, Augustus. I love that name. Why? Didn’t they tell you?” Your anger turns into confusion and he chuckles.

“No, they didn’t tell me the name. They said you picked it and I would love it regardless. They were right,” his smile widens as realization hits you.

“Right,” you whisper, remembering the moment you shared with Bellamy all those years ago.

He was staying at your place, here to see Octavia. You couldn’t fall asleep, so you decided to make yourself some hot chocolate. In the process, you woke Bellamy up. The only way he’d shut up is if you made him a cup, too. So you did and you two spent the night talking about nearly everything under the sun.

He told you about Octavia: how he felt responsible for her, how he always wondered if he’d failed her at all, how he named her. He told you about himself: how he loved history, how we was a complete nerd in high school, how we loved soccer.

You didn’t speak much, too enthralled by the spectacle that was Bellamy Blake. When he realized how much he was talking, he blushed. And you remember laughing, appreciating the hell out of his rosy cheeks as it was one of the rarest sights.

“You remember,” Bellamy’s soft voice whispers, breaking you out of the trance.

“Yes, it seems so. You protected Octavia, now she can do the same to Augustus,” you turn, breaking out of the daze and making your way into the hospital, Bellamy quickly following after you.

He remains silent the rest of the way up, carefully choosing his next words. You two arrive in the waiting area, met with an ecstatic Lincoln.

“It’s almost time!” He smiles wide, tears evident in his eyes as he sees you and Bellamy.

“I’m so excited,” you whisper, tears forming in your eyes too as you think of holding your godson. “Get in there! She’s going to need you.”

“Right!” Lincoln laughs and wipes his eyes, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and Bellamy’s with the other. “Thank you guys so much!”

You smile at him and rub his hand. “Hey, keep bringing us little god-children and we’ll be here all the time. Now go!”

Lincoln nods and runs back to the room, a smile on your face as a few tears roll down. You’re not looking at him, but Bellamy’s quickly wiping his own tears. You can’t sit down, so you remain standing as you wait for the good news. In the meantime, you keep Clarke updated, seeing as she’s the only one who couldn’t make it to the hospital. Wells and Raven (yes, they’re together, with your blessing) are on their way, as is John. Everyone else is going to have to wait.

Just as Bellamy’s getting ready to talk to you, to tell you how much he misses you, you both hear another voice call out your name.

“Y/N,” you smile as you hear the voice and as Bellamy looks up, his heart shatters into a million pieces. You get up and wrap your arms around your current boyfriend, Finn Collins.

“Finn,” you smile softly, sighing in relief as he’s here to save you from the awkward tension. “You said you couldn’t make it.”

“Yeah,well I know how important this is for you,” he smiles widely down at you and you kiss him, momentarily forgetting Bellamy.

You and Finn got together at an odd time. At first, you just wanted someone to hook up with. And FInn was always the fuckboy, the guy you never gave any serious thought to, so theoretically perfect. But when you got to his house, hammered as hell, he let you in and tucked you into his bed, sleeping on the couch himself. You woke up, embarrassed as ever and much to your surprise, he asked you out on a date. And you said no the first few times, but eventually gave in and here you were, five months later, still really digging him.

“Ahem,” Bellamy clears his throat and you pull away from Finn’s embrace, almost embarrassed. He tries to keep his voice as serene as possible, reaching out a hand to Finn. “I’m Bellamy.”

“Hey, I’m Finn,” the guys smile at each other, shaking hands and never losing eye contact.

“Alright, you creeps let go already,” you roll your eyes, making your way towards the seats again. The boys both slowly let go of each other’s hands and sit on either side of you. Before any of you can say a word, Lincoln runs over to you guys.

“He’s here!” You jump up at Lincoln’s words, running towards O’s room with your gifts in hand.

“Oh my god,” you whisper and walk in, a smile on your face as you see a tired Octavia holding your godson.

“Meet your godson, Augustus Nyko Blake-Trikru,” Octavia smiles and you fight back the tears pooling together in your eyes.

“That poor kid is gonna have one hell of a time learning to spell his own name,” you laugh softly as Bellamy makes his way to the door.

“Is that--?”

“It’s Augustus Nyko Blake-Trikru,” you laugh softly as Bellamy tears up again, a wide smile on his face.

“That’s one hell of a name,” he says, still smiling at you and you nod your head in agreement.

“That’s what I said!”

“Alright godparents, get your asses over here and take him from me so I can rest for a little bit,” Octavia smiles and you drop the bags, running over to take Augustus from your best friend.

“Hi, my angel,” you whisper softly, finally letting the tears fall down your face as you watch the gorgeous little baby in your arms. He’s got his father’s lashes, the same toffee colored skin. He’s got his mother’s round eyes and dark brown (curly) locks. “I love you so much already,” you close your eyes and kiss his forehead as Bellamy watches, heart wrenching at the sight of you with his nephew.

God, he wished he could change things. He wished--

“Is that him?” Finn pops his head in and you look up, rolling your eyes at him even in this emotional state.

“No, we stole someone else’s kid.”

“Geeze, Y/N, let the kid down easy,” you hear John’s voice and smile as he walks in, followed by Wells and Raven.

“John, shut up and look how beautiful my godson is!” You whisper loudly, smiling as you look back down at the sleeping angel in your arms.

“Our godson,” Bellamy smiles and walks over, brushing a gentle, hesitant kiss over Augustus’s forehead and you swear your heart explodes. Fuck.

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coffee in the morning ;

“I could do that,” he states a minute later, and he nods his heads a few times as if it’s some sort of confirmation as he mulls it over, and you look at him like you’re confused.

“Do what?” You question, and he blinks at you.

“Be your boyfriend,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and it makes your heart beat a bit faster.

“You mean fake boyfriend.”

Harry and Y/N work at a coffee shop and he’s never been a good actor

12k+, fluff, smut, ripping of panties mid-fuck, and just a dash of angst

OKAAAY SO, i’ve been dead around here because i’ve been working on this for a few days now! special shoutout to @mermaidsonships for letting me yell about apple (that’s what we named the girlie in this amongst our texts) and harry as well as bounce ideas off of u! i love u sister! i’ve got a fixation of fake bf harry + harry being rly teasing so if u combine those 2 things u get this big mess of a thing! i hope u enjoy!

You hate talking to your mother on the phone.

Correction: you hate that ever since you moved a few states away for university the only thing your mother seems to want to ask when you’re on the phone is whether or not you’ve made any friends yet or if you’re seeing anyone. It’s repetitive, annoying, and if you’re completely honest it makes you feel pretty bad about your current social life (or lack thereof). It wasn’t that you didn’t want an Instagram worthy college experience, you just never had time for anything other than a passing conversation with your roommate or one of your co-workers. Grades and a decent living were too important to let your priorities get mixed up. You had one goal: graduate, land your dream job, and then you can live your life. You’ve told your mom those exact words a hundred times over and her response is always the same: “I just don’t want you to feel so lonely, Y/N. Being a functioning member of society is important, too.”

You know she’s right, is the thing, and you think that’s probably why it annoys you so much. You already know. You know having someone who can really be there for you when you need a shoulder to lean on is important. You know that keeping yourself locked away in your apartment or in a library when you’re not in class or at work isn’t exactly healthy. You know that having no real life human interactions, aside from the ones you have at work, isn’t the way to convince her that you’re happy where you are. You sigh, tearing yourself away from your own thoughts when you read the number on the clock on your dashboard, signaling that your break is over and you need to go back into work. Death would be more inviting, considering the mood you’re in after that phone call.

Eventually, you drag yourself back into the small café, and your mood is almost instantly lifted. One of your co-workers, Harry, is standing behind the counter now. You’re guessing his shift started while you were away, but he throws his hands up in the air in celebration as soon as he sees you. “There she is!” The way he all but yells it makes you blush, and you push a strand of hair that had managed to escape the bun on top of your head behind your ear. You look down in an attempt to hide the smile that has spread across your face. Harry was the closest thing you had to a friend in this town, but he was more of just a work friend than anything else. He was usually who you worked your shifts with and you think that’s part of why you loved your job so much, despite it being a simple barista job. Harry had a way of lighting up a room and any situation he was thrown into. It was just who he was as a person, and that’s something you had learned quickly. Not to mention he was awfully sweet and ridiculously cute, so you didn’t imagine it took much for him to have entire rooms of people falling for his charm.

“Was afraid you’d left me f’good this time, love.” You hear his voice again when you’re back behind the counter and you’re pulling your apron over your head. You don’t have the chance to tie it yourself before you realize Harry’s doing it for you. “Would’ve broken m’heart, y’know,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. It makes your heart flutter, even if he is joking. Pretending to be your boyfriend was something Harry had started up when you first started working at the shop. He had slinked up beside you while you were ringing up an elderly woman at the beginning of your second week, put an arm around you and began quizzing the poor woman on whether or not she thought you were beautiful. “Most beautiful girl ‘ve ever seen, I swear it,” he had said, and you felt yourself go warm all over at the sentiment. “Don’ y’agree? Jus’ lovely, isn’t she?” He had pressed on, looking down at you, and you let out a breath of nervous laughter. His thick British accent and slow way about talking was enough to have you melting, so the things he said definitely didn’t help matters. “You two make an adorable couple,” the woman finally said, and Harry beamed as he passed her order over to her. “Thank you very much,” he’d told her proudly, patting at your hip as you watched the lady place a few bills in the tip jar. After that, it just became a normal thing between the two of you. You never asked him why he did it, you just let him have his fun and played along. It helps pass the time and there’s likely something a just little bit worse than people thinking you’re dating Harry.

“You know I’d never leave you,” you tell him, smoothing your apron as you turn to face him. He’s grinning down at you, his eyes bright and green and seemingly extra sparkly today. That’s where you place your blame as to why you held his gaze for maybe a beat too long before looking down to the ground. “Really did miss ya’,” he says, and you roll your eyes fondly as you step towards the sink to wash your hands. “You weren’t even here before I went to lunch, Styles,” you point out and he only shrugs. “Don’ have t’be here t’miss ya’.” He makes a point that even you can’t argue with, but that doesn’t stop you from shaking your head and ignoring the butterflies that his words give you. “You’re ridiculous.” This time he’s the one rolling his eyes. “And you love it,” he smirks, staring down at you again. “I do not,” you argue, and he taps your cheek gently. “Then why y’blushin’, pet?” The gesture only makes you blush more. You’d hate Harry Styles if he weren’t so damn wonderful.

–

You’re fucked.

You didn’t realize how incredibly fucked you actually were until you hung up the phone with your mother, but you are completely and undeniably fucked. You thought it would be a little white lie to soothe your mother’s constant interrogating and never ending bickering. She was always nagging you to get out of the house and to put yourself out there, and it made you want to scream. Today you had finally had enough of it, and when she asked you the inevitable question, you told her that you had a boyfriend, and had you had been together for a few months. She was so excited that you suppose you just couldn’t leave it at that. No, you had to go and tell her that said boyfriend was Harry. Fucking Harry as in the Harry that you work with, because you throw that in as if it’s some sort of bonus fact. You don’t know why you said his name. Maybe it was because he’s not only the only guy, but the only person in this town that you really talk to. Or perhaps it’s because he’s always joking about it, anyway. Whatever the reason, you were kicking yourself for doing it at all now. Especially when you remember that she’s asked you to video chat with her the next time you’re with him. And. Well. You don’t know how you’re going to pull that off, but you agreed to it nonetheless. Maybe you’ll fake a breakup and then your own death.

The café has been ridiculously busy for a Tuesday night, but you and Harry assume it’s due to finals, considering all the laptops and endless cups of coffee you two have been serving all night. The tips have been nice, but it also means that you and Harry have hardly spoken, which is even nicer considering you can hardly look him in the eye after your earlier conversation with your mom. What isn’t so nice is the fact that you’re certain the two of you will be here an hour later than usual to close tonight, and you know that he’s going to try and make up for how impersonal all of your conversations were tonight. You can’t look him in the eye, but you also can’t act different from how you normally are, because then he’s going to know something’s up with you.

The door has only been locked five minutes before that plan has fallen through already. “’S wrong?” He asks, and you shake your head and shrug far too quick for him to think you’re telling the truth.“‘M fine. Just tired, ‘s all.” Harry shakes his head and scrunches his nose like he doesn’t believe you. “No – don’ think tha’s it, love. ‘Ve seen y’tired after a long night. This ‘s somethin’ different.” He says it so matter-of-factly that you’re almost mad at him for it, but he’s right – you both know it. You sigh, and it makes you feel guilty, because you’re getting annoyed, and it’s not even his fault. He doesn’t know what you’ve done and he’s just trying to be a good friend. “Just – leave it alone, Harry,” you try, and he shakes his head again and shrugs his shoulders. “Can’t do that, m’afraid. ‘Specially now ‘cos I feel like ‘ve got somethin’ t’do with it,” he replies, and you feel like you’re about to start crying. Or lock yourself in the freezer. Either one works. Harry leans the broom he’s been sweeping with against the wall and comes to lean over the counter across from you.

“I just wiped that down,” you tell him, glancing down to where his arms are folded on top of the counter. “I know – wish I’d realized that before I tried t’be smooth and lean over t’talk t’you. Now ‘m all wet,” and his laugh makes you smile. “Would ya’ look a’that. Y’ve still got a sense ‘f humor,” he teases, and your eyes roll as you work along rest of the countertop. “Come sit down ‘nd talk t’me,” he says, and you glance back over to him. “Harry – we’ll be here all night ‘f we stop cleaning,” you answer and he grins widely. “Wouldn’t mind that. Not with you,” and he’s got you flushing all over like he always does at that.

“You’ve got to stop saying things like that,” you tell him, and it just makes him smirk as he lifts up to circle back behind the counter. “Why’s that?” He challenges, and you look over and up to where he’s standing beside you now. You give him the one-word answer of “because,” and he grabs your wrist to still your hand with the washcloth in it. “Come talk to me,” he’s looking down at you with such a soft expression, but the only reason you agree is to get his hand off of you before he feels that you’re literally warm all over from his shameless flirting.

It’s a booth that Harry leads you to. He slides in first, and then seems almost disappointed when you don’t slide into the same side as him, but he doesn’t mention it if he is. “Will y’please tell me wha’s botherin’ you now?” He questions, and you sigh, your hands resting against the table between you. “Do I have to?” You counter, and he nods, can’t help but grin at you as he does so. “You do, ‘cos ‘m not leavin’ this table ‘til you talk t’me,” he says, and you open your mouth to speak again, but he’s speaking again before you get the first syllable out, “’Nd you’re not, either.”

You’re silent for a long time, just staring at him as if he’ll give in and change his mind at any moment. Which he doesn’t, and it’s not surprising at all. You let out a breath as you seemingly relax back against the softness of the booth and Harry shifts in anticipation. “Fine – just promise me you’re not gonna’, like, freak out, okay? It was an honest mistake,” you explain, and his eyebrows furrow for a moment before he nods. “’M not gonna’ freak out,” he assures you, and your eyes flick over his face and you stretch a hand towards him with your pinky out. “Promise,” you urge, and he glances down to your hand before he’s lacing your fingers together and holding your hand rather than just pinky promising you. You let him, though, watching him as he brushes his thumb along your knuckles. “I promise.”

Apparently that’s all it takes for him to have you talking. You’re pretty sure you’d answer anything he asked you, so long as he’s holding your hand while you do it. “I told my mom we were dating.” You don’t ease him into it anymore than you already had, and you expect some sort of reaction, but you get nothing because Harry’s just staring at you with the tiniest smirk. It makes you anxious and you decide you should probably further explain yourself. “She just – she’s something else, y’know? Like, she’s always pried into my social life, but it’s like it got twenty times worse when I moved away from home. She asks me all the time if I’m seeing anyone, Harry – and it’s so fucking frustrating, because I have exactly one friend here – which is you, by the way – so of course I don’t have a boyfriend. I mean, like, shouldn’t that be obvious? But she always asks and I’ve always told her no, until today, and I don’t know why I did it, but I did,” by the time the words are out of your mouth, Harry’s full on smirking at you, and you squeeze his hand harshly, because if you tried to swat at him with your non-dominant hand it’d be a fail, and you don’t need the added embarrassment right now.

“Think you made tellin’ me ‘m your only friend here a bigger deal than what it was, love,” are the first words he says to you and you blink at him. He’s teasing you. You’re in the middle of a crisis and Harry’s teasing you. “Harry, I swear to God,” you start, and he’s laughing as he smiles at you from across the table. “’M jokin’, sweetheart,” he reminds, and you think you could kill him if for no other reason than that pet name alone. “I could do that,” he states a minute later, and he nods his heads a few times as if it’s some sort of confirmation as he mulls it over, and you look at him like you’re confused. “Do what?” You question, and he blinks at you. “Be your boyfriend,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and it makes your heart beat a bit faster. “You mean fake boyfriend,” you question, even though it comes out as more of a correction. He shifts so that he’s closer to the table, but he still hasn’t let your hand fall from his grasp. “Yeah, yeah – I could – I wouldn’t mind. I do it anyway, don’t I?” He sounds so sure of himself, of the situation, of you that it makes you want to crawl out of your own skin.

You almost agree to it, but you shake your head before the words escape and you fall into an even bigger web of lies than you’ve already gotten yourself into. “No – Harry, we can’t. It’s not like she’s here, anyway, so she’ll never have to know. I’ll just tell her we ended it in a week or two. It’ll be fine,” you assure and he rubs his thumb against your skin. He’s got really nice, big hands. They’re unexpectedly soft, warm, and he’s got a ring on nearly every finger. The realization sends a chill down your spine that you instantly try to shake off, and then you hear Harry’s voice again. “Isn’t that just gonna’ have her buggin’ y’even more? Askin’ ‘f you’re alright, ‘nd stuff ‘cos now y’goin’ through a breakup, too?” He asks, and you practically whine. “Jus’ – lemme’ help ya’, lovebug. We’ll take some selfies, look all coupley and cozy – y’can send ‘em t’her. Hell, we can even FaceTime her sometime, yeah? Let her see that I really do exist,” and it’s an offer that you really can’t refuse, considering that’s all she wanted from you, and you never even had to ask Harry if he’d do it. “Are you sure?” You murmur, and he nods almost immediately. “’F course ‘m sure. Just need ya’ t’promise me one thing now,” he starts, and you look at him nervously. “Gotta’ promise y’not gonna’ fall in love w’me,” he says, and you laugh loudly. “Couldn’t be more of a cliché if you tried, Styles.”

–

You’re on a date with Harry.

Well, you’re kind of on a date with Harry. It’s a faux date, all for show when your mom FaceTimes you in a bit, but still. Currently, you’re leaning against his kitchen counter as you watch him cook for the two of you, scrolling through various apps before getting bored and closing them all. “Have you been studying the index cards I gave you?” You ask, and he snickers as he chops various vegetables. “Mhm,” he hums, and you decide it wouldn’t hurt to quiz him on the things you think your mom will probably ask. “How’d we meet?” You ask right after that, and his smile widens, but he’s still not looking at you. “House party -- did a half naked body shot ‘ff ‘f you, and the rest is history.” He sounds completely serious and you’re already pouting at him, but you decide to press on. “Where was our first date, then?”

“Took y’to a drive-in movie and fucked you in the backseat of m’car, didn’t I?” He’s smirking as he speaks, and you whine this time, because these are not the notes you gave him.

“Harry.”

“What? S’what ya’ wrote in the notes, innit?” He’s got more of a teasing tone now, and there’s a smirk tugging at his lips.

“No. It’s not and you know it’s not,” You answer. Harry laughs. “It’s not funny, Harry.”

“’S a little funny,” he argues, and you roll your eyes, pushing back from the counter and it’s looks like you’re about to leave, which just isn’t going to do for him. “Hey -- no, love. ‘M jokin’, yeah?” He says, pushing a pan onto one of the cool burners on the stove while he steps away and towards you. “Promise ‘m not gonna’ fuck it up,” he murmurs, reaching for one of your hands and lacing your fingers together like he had the night you had told him about the whole situation. “Promise,” he repeats, squeezing your hand and you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips as you look him over. “You look like a prince.” You give him the compliment while you’ve still got his hand in his, and he grins widely. “You look like a princess,” he replies, and you can’t help but smile despite the fact that you know it’s not true. He’s in a ruffled white button down, and you’re in jeans and a shirt you pulled out of the back of your closet. You make sure you point that out. “I’m wearing jeans, Styles.” He only shrugs, smiling fondly. “Doesn’t mean anything. You’re still gorgeous. Still can be m’princess.” His words make your heart flutter, and you seriously consider just walking out of his apartment, because there’s no way you deserve this man as even your fake boyfriend.

He ruins all of that in the next moment, though, because he’s Harry, so of course he’s got to make you want to slap him right after he’s given you the sweetest compliment. “I might forgive ya’ f’not dressin’ up if ya’ just take it all off, though. Think we’d be even, then,” he teases, and you decide it’s about time you give him a taste of his own medicine. “You take it all off first, ‘nd we’ll see,” and it comes out much flirtier than you’d ever meant for it to, but you gently remind yourself that you also just told him to take off all his clothes, so was there really a different way that could have come out? He raises an eyebrow, and you nod towards him as if to say ‘go on.’ “You sure tha’s wha’ ya’ want, kitten?” You force yourself not to press your thighs together at that, because he’s asked you if you want him to strip and called you ‘kitten’ all within the same breath, and it makes you feel a little lightheaded. You tease him still, looking at him with a face of sheer confidence as you nod.

You expect him to start laughing, go back to cooking, literally anything else besides actually untuck his shirt and start unbuttoning it not a second after. “Wait, Harry -- no. I was joking,” you protest, and he just smirks and licks his lips absently. “Harry, stop,” you whine as his hands move lower and lower, but he catches the way you look at him when you spot the black ink contrasting with his tan skin in the center of his torso. You must stare for a long time, because he’s got his shirt unbuttoned completely, hanging off of his shoulders, and it’s revealed a fern leaf inked on either side of his hips. You think your mouth may actually be watering. You don’t think about it when your fingertips trace over the slightly raised lines in his skin, following the pattern carefully. You hear Harry’s breath hitch above you when your fingers accidentally brush against the waist of his black skinnies. You move your hand away from him altogether then, feeling hot all over, and you can barely force yourself to look back up at him. You can feel where his eyes are still on you, though, and you swallow hard when you do finally manage to make eye contact once again. “They’re pretty,” you tell him, noticing how dark his eyes look now, and how his gaze falls down to your mouth when you speak. His lips are on yours before you ever have the chance to ask why he’s so uncharacteristically quiet all of the sudden.

Harry is a fucking remarkable kisser. You’ve discovered this because you, surprisingly, don’t pull away as soon as you realize what’s happening. No, you let your lips meld with his and kiss him like it’s the last thing you’re ever going to do. There’s a moment after the first initial kiss when Harry pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy, but the sight of your lips curling into a small smile makes him kiss you again. Except this time, he’s got his hands on your hips and he’s guiding back towards the couch in the connected living room. “The food,” you murmur against his mouth, your hands holding him at the back of his neck, and Harry just shakes his head. “Turned it off,” he informs, and you’re collapsing onto the couch with the weight of him on top of you with the confirmation that his apartment isn’t going to burn to the ground anytime soon.

There are no whispered confessions about this having been a long time coming, how he’s wanted to kiss you for ages, and there are none from you, either. It’s so intense that you feel like any words would be lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours, anyway. Especially when his insistent mouth pries open your own to slide his tongue against yours, and you can’t help but moan into the kiss. You make note of the way he kisses in the back of your mind -- he’s gentle, but he’s demanding, and it makes your melt under his touch. He seems to know just how much teeth and tongue to throw in to make it enjoyable for the both of you, and his fucking hands are everywhere, on your neck, under your shirt against your hip, big and warm and absolutely welcome on your skin. Your hand presses back against one of the ferns, and you tease along his waistline, scratching your fingers through his happy trail and smirking into the kiss when he grinds down against you in response. He’s the one with his fingers playing at the button of your jeans a second later, and he’s just about to thumb them open... But then your phone rings.

Your eyes are wide as soon as you hear your mom’s ringtone blaring, and you want to scream at just the thought of having to stop whatever it is you and Harry were just minutes from doing. “I’m sorry,” you apologize as he sits up and settles into a corner of the couch, pushing a hand through his hair as he looks over to you. “”S okay, love -- jus’ got caught up in the moment,” he assures, and you nod before you walk back towards the kitchen to get your phone from the counter. You’ve got one notification of a missed FaceTime call from your mom, and you inform Harry of your newest discovery. “’M gonna’ go change shirts, ‘f that’s ‘lright? Got this one all wrinkly.” You nod, but you’re also blushing, doing your best to make yourself look presentable after all of that. You had a million different thoughts racing through your mind, and there wasn’t one that didn’t have to do with Harry.

You’re back on the couch when he comes back, and you try not to laugh when you see his shirt. “Is that Britney Spears?” You question, and he glances down and nods as he comes to sit beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “I prefer t’call her ‘Queen of Pop,’ but to each their own,” he says matter-of-factly, and you laugh loudly as your head falls back against his shoulder. “Ridiculous, I tell you,” you mumble, and he squeezes your shoulder. “Y’gonna’ call y’mum back or keep her waitin’ ‘cos you like makin’ fun ‘f me?” He raises a brow at you and you grin. “Could really keep going, honestly. She’ll be fine,” you shrug, and he takes your phone from your hand and swipes the notification so that it’s calling her back instantly. “Should we be makin’ out when she answers?” He questions, and you swat his arm as you try to lean into frame, because as it is, he’s holding the phone so that it’s only him in the camera. You tense against him when you hear your mom’s voice.

“One day you’ll learn to answer th--” She cuts herself off, and your best guess is that Harry’s image has just come through on her screen, “Oh! Hi, you must be Harry!” She sounds so excited that it makes your insides twist. “’S me. Harry,” he says, and he sounds so smiley and happy through the exchange. “It’s lovely to meet you! You’re so cute. Y/N said you were, but I didn’t think she meant quite this cute,” Harry smirks down at you, you blush, and he digs his fingertips into your skin. You remember now when you told your mom about how cute Harry is, without even being prompted -- ‘he’s got dark hair and the prettiest eyes, mom. And, god, his smile. It’s my favorite thing about him.’ Maybe you shouldn’t have gone quite that far with her. “Did she now? Always braggin’ on me, that one.” Harry’s teasing you through a conversation with your mother, and you think he’s reached a whole new level of annoying.

Eventually, Harry tilts the phone so that it’s on its side and you’re both visible. The three of you carry on like that for an hour or so. Your mom asks Harry a million questions, and he answers every one of them perfectly. It makes you swoon. He’s sort of the perfect fake boyfriend, but you decide it’s best if you keep that to yourself. When you hang up (Harry with a promise to chat again soon), you shift so you’re not leaning into his side anymore. He blinks at you and you watch him silently. “Your mum is nice,” he says, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “She likes you,” you state, and he grins. “I like her,” he replies, reaching out to poke your cheek, “and her daughter.” You shake your head fondly, letting out a breathy laugh. You wonder for a moment if he’s expecting things to pick up where they left off before your phone rang, and you almost want them to, but then he’s standing from the couch and offering an outstretched hand to you. “We never finished dinner,” he says as an explanation, and you follow his lead to the kitchen. Neither of you bring up what happened between the two of you and you go home to sleep in your own bed that night.

You hate Harry Styles.

You realized your hatred this morning, precisely an entire week after you nearly let him fuck you on his couch. An entire week has gone by, and there has been no mention whatsoever of him even kissing you, let alone the fact that he was about a millisecond away from popping the button on your jeans open when your mother called and ruined it all. It’s so frustrating; it’s all you’ve been able to think about, and he’s just gone back to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then again, it’s sort of your fault, too. You are just as capable of speaking up as Harry is, but you haven’t said anything about it, either. Maybe that’s what he’s waiting for; after all, he’s the one who made the first move and kissed you, anyway. Maybe it wasn’t fair that you were expecting him to do all the work. The only problem is that you are much more stubborn than you’d like to admit, so you make the mental decision to not bring it up, either.

You’re currently at the register taking orders while Harry makes said orders. It’s a nice system the two of you worked out a long time ago. It also gave you the chance to doodle and write little notes on the to-go cups for Harry. It was one of the quirkier things about your friendship (and just you in general), but the customers were always endeared and Harry had voiced a million times over how cute he thought it was. It was usually little doodles of the sun with 'hi!' written out beside it, a few hearts here and there, sometimes quick portraits of the night sky, but more often than anything else it was a line or two from one of your favorite songs at the moment. You were clueless to the fact that Harry always looked up the lyrics and added the songs to a playlist under your name. He didn't know why he did it, but to be fair he didn't really know why you spent a few moments a day doodling on cups for him, either. He also didn’t know if the lyrics had any sort of significance to your relationship with him. He had decided it was all just part of your system awhile back to save himself the headache of wondering. You only think for a moment before you decide to go for it, penning the lyrics from a Rolling Stones song, one of your shared favorites: ‘we spent a lonely night at the memory motel.’ You followed it with a dainty heart beside it, and you wonder whether or not he’ll catch onto the message you’re trying to send this time around. If he does, he doesn’t show it.

When you turn back to the register there is a very cute boy standing in front of you and he’s smiling, looking far too happy to just be ordering a cup of coffee. You ask for his order and then his name, nonetheless, but he catches you off guard when he asks you to write your number down, too. Your laugh comes out a bit breathless, but Harry’s by your side before you get past the ‘seven’ at the beginning of your number. “’Fraid she can’t do that, man. ‘S policy,” Harry says, and the guy stands up a bit straighter as if he’s trying to appear taller than Harry (which he’s definitely not). You’re staring up at Harry, confused, and when he looks down at you, you raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Sorry, Y/N -- guess I forgot t’mention it when I was trainin’ you. People normally feel too weird and stalkerish to do it, so I figured it’d never be an issue,” he tells you, glancing to the boy on the other side of the counter after the dig at him, and you can feel the rush of heat to your cheeks. You’re not stupid -- there is no book of policies lying around, just a set of general, basic rules given to you by the owner of the café. He pats your shoulder as he takes the cup from your hand, looking down to read what the guy has ordered. “Fuckin’ disgustin’ drink, mate,” he tells him. Apparently cursing at the customers is permitted. Harry definitely makes the drink taste awful on purpose.

The tension between you and Harry is different from what it was the other night. There’s tension now because you’re pissed at him, and not because you want him to fuck you into any surface he possibly can. He clearly didn’t want you, not really, so how could he ruin any chance you might have with someone else? It wasn’t fair. You’ve been angry all day, really, and you know he knows. Especially when you only speak to him when he asks a question about an order. You’ve just locked the doors for the night and finished cleaning in silence when you corner him in the stockroom, because you just can’t take it anymore. “What the fuck was that?” He looks so surprised when you speak that it makes you even angrier. “What?” He asks it so innocently, like he’s clueless as to what he’s done, but you both know exactly what you’re talking about. It makes your blood boil. “’S policy,” you repeat his own words back to him in a mocking tone, and he fucking smirks like he always does. “It is policy,” he answers, and you huff. “You’re a fucking liar -- we have, like, ten rules, maybe. That’s not one of them,” you tell him, and he looks you over quickly and clicks his tongue. “You’re hot when you’re pissed off.” You could slap him. And you do -- you slap his chest, and he chuckles low in his throat.

“I just don’t understand, Harry -- why’d you do it?” You press further, and he shrugs. “You’re mine. Not a fan ‘f sharin’,” he replies nonchalantly and you stare at him. The back room feels like it’s closing in on you and it’s making you feel a little dizzy. How can he pretend he’s never even kissed you and call you his all at the same time? “You’re supposed to be my fake boyfriend, ‘nd only on occasion,” you argue, and he licks his lips as he looks you over again. It makes you feel incredibly small, despite how in-charge of the situation you’re trying to be. His next statement hits you like a ton of bricks: “Yeah, well, I can’t stop thinkin’ about fuckin’ ya’ ‘til ya’ can’t walk, but I ‘spose that’s fake, too, innit?” You’re on him before he’s hardly even got the words out of his mouth.

You’re on don’t know what comes over you, but you’re the one pressing yourself up against him and he’s being shoved up against the wall, your hands on his chest as you kiss him. This kiss is harder than any other one you’ve shared -- a whole lot of teeth, tongue, and your lips are pressing against his so harshly that you practically feel them bruising. You can feel his hands everywhere on you, can hear him when he lets out a throaty sort of laugh after you bite his bottom lip and tug. “Thought ya’ were mad at me,” he teases, and you’ve got your hands up under his t-shirt, so you dig your nails into the skin. “I am,” you answer, and he smirks, his fingers curling over your hips, digging into the skin as he pushes you back until you’re the one up against the wall opposite from where you’re standing. You’re pretty sure something falls from a shelf, but neither of you could be fucked to care right now. “Doesn’t seem like it,” he murmurs, and you hate how cocky he is, but what you hate even more is how fucking hot it is. “Shut up,” you groan, and you press your hips up against his, and he lets his hands slip around to cup your ass, pushing you up against his growing bulge as he squeezes.

“Quite mouthy when ya’ mad, kitten,” he whispers, and you whine at the pet name, grinding up against him, your arms snaked around his neck and your lips working over his jaw until he reconnects them to his own. It’s the kind of kiss that’s so distracting that you don’t even realize he’s successfully popped the button on your jeans, and is slipping a hand inside to cup your cunt over your panties, and he groans into the kiss when he feels where you’ve soaked through. He doesn’t let you get away with it without saying something. “Soak y’knickers when y’mad at me, too, apparently,” he whispers, and your hips buck against his hand when his fingers press against your clit through the lace. “Please,” you breathe, all but clawing at the back of his shoulders every time his hand moves the least bit. He quite likes how desperate he’s gotten you, he realizes, and he presses his fingers up against your clit a bit harder just to get a rise out of you. “Harry -- swear to fucking God I’m never going to fucking speak t’you again iff you don’t do something,” you threaten, and he just holds his smirk. “Yeah? Y’want it that bad, sweetheart?” He’s still teasing you, his fingers dragging over your folds slowly as he speaks, his lips right at your ear, and his touches combined with his voice send a shiver down your back.

“Think I can make y’cum on jus’ m’fingers?” He questions, and you nod quickly, your lips brushing against his neck as he looks down between the two of you. You’d never pictured that the first time you and Harry successfully hook up, it’d be in the stockroom of the coffee shop, but you also never thought you’d get this far with him. He apparently has intentions of actually following through this time, though, because he’s slipping his hand past the waistband of your panties in the next second. “Gotta’ be good ‘nd use my fingers on ya’ pretty clit t’get off,” he instructs, pressing his thigh between your legs and you groan at the feeling almost instantly. You do use his fingers, grinding against the tips of them, along with his thigh, and you’ve got your face buried in his neck as you do so.

Harry’s rubbing against your clit furiously, dipping his fingers between your folds every few moments to collect some of your wet and make the glide against your clit easier. He’s also really fucking hard against your thigh, you realize, and it makes you nip at the side of his neck and grind harder against him. “Wanna’ cum, Harry,” you practically moan, but it’s quiet, right in his ear, and it makes him slide his hand further until his wrist is covered with you and he has two fingers pressing inside your entrance. It’s difficult, considering you’re still fully clothed and the angle isn’t the best, but it’s so fucking nice to feel his fingers fucking into your cunt the way that they are. He’s so good about curling them just enough, petting along your walls, and pressing the tips of them right against the spongy place inside of you that has you crying out. He’s pressing his thumb back to your clit as if it’s some sort of reward to your scream, and he rubs in quick circles. “‘M gonna’ fucking cum,” you tell him, and he presses a kiss to your jaw, fucks his fingers into you a bit harder, a bit deeper, and you can feel the ridges where his fingers meet his rings inside your cunt -- it makes you clench around them. “Cum, love -- soak my whole hand, yeah? Give it t’me,” he encourages, and he moans when you tighten around his digits as you cum not a minute later. He’s watching you as you do -- your lips parted in the prettiest ‘o’ shape he’s ever seen, and you are clawing at the back of his shoulders now, crying out his name repeatedly. He thinks it’s probably the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard.

When you come down, he finally pulls his fingers from inside of you, licks them clean -- which is obscene, and you know it’s something that’s going to play a hundred times over in the back of your head -- and buttons your jeans for you.

“Y’still mad?” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours and you pretend to consider the question for a moment before shaking your head.

“Nope.”

“Y’wanna’ help me out?” He presses his hard cock to your thigh.

“Nope.”

You pat him over his jeans, squeezing at his cock, and you smirk at the breathless sound he makes in response as you slip from between him and the wall and turn around so you’re walking backwards towards the exit. “Oh -- Harry! My mom wants us to come for the weekend in a couple of weeks. Fourth of July,” you tell him, smiling from ear to ear. “You in?” You question, licking over your lips as you grab for your purse from under the counter, looking back up to see where he’s still hard and leaning against the wall. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he grits out after a moment, and you smile small and to yourself as you wait for him to gather himself so you two can leave for the night.

You hate flying.

You always have. It’s always been something you’ve complained about. You had just never realized how much you truly loathe it until today. It’s not just the being up in the air, either, it’s the whole experience -- from the moment you load the car to go to the airport, to the parking, to checking in, to security, to getting to your gate and waiting to board. It’s every little thing, and having Harry along for the ride really isn’t helping like you thought it might, because he’s probably more anxious than you are. He can’t stop bouncing his knee, for one, and it’s something you noticed the second you sat down at the gate. “Haven’t flown since I came here for m’freshman year,” he tells you when he notices that you’re staring at him, and you realize why he’s telling you that just after. He’s nervous. “Didn’t think you were afraid of anything,” you respond, because you didn’t. Especially not something as common as flying. He was always so smug and cocky, so you assumed that part of his personality always overlapped into everything he ever did. He looks at you after that, though, and his eyes have softened from the panic that you saw in them just moments ago. “’S gonna’ be okay. Gonna have a good flight there, and lots of fun with your new best friend after we land,” you assure, and he smiles when you reference your mom as his new best friend.

The actual flight there isn’t nearly as bad as you and Harry had been silently anticipating. In fact, it’s not bad at all. It’s short and nonstop, so you’re thankful for that. You’re also thankful for the way Harry holds your hand and lets you lean against him for most of the flight, curled up into his side. You told him it was only fair for him to cuddle you, considering he got the window seat, and he had agreed easily, but you don’t think he would’ve needed much convincing regardless. As for the hand holding: that had started when you placed your hand on his thigh, and he had been quick to notice and trace around where your fingers were spread against the fabric of his jeans with his own. When you flipped your hand and he traced along the lines in your palm, he had simply laced your fingers together and neither of you said a word about it.

Unsurprisingly, neither of you have said a word about what happened right before you asked him to come on this trip with you a couple of weeks ago, either. It was exhausting pretending that every time you had to go into the back at work for a refill of to-go cups or sweeteners, all you could think about is the way Harry had pressed you up against the wall and fucked you with his fingers until you were cumming around them. It makes you press your thighs together each time you think about it, and you honestly can’t figure out how the two of you just keep going right back to normal every time something abnormal happens in your relationship. It’s probably even more frustrating for him, because you just left him high and dry in the back. It probably put a dent in his ego, now that you think about it, but he also sort of deserved it. He was being a dick, so really you were the only one who deserved to cum that night.

“You nervous?” You hear Harry’s voice suddenly; it pulls you from your thoughts and you peer up at him, your thumb dragging against his skin. “No, think we’re gonna’ have fun,” you answer, and you stare at him as he nods, “What about you?” He huffs, his eyebrows knitted together like he’s debating his answer. “I mean -- yeah, kinda’. ‘M meetin’ y’family,” he explains, and you grin in response. “What? Scared they’re gonna’ figure out ‘s all fake?” You see his expression drop as soon as you ask the question, and he shifts until you’ve got no choice but to sit up straight, and he lets your hand go. You’d give anything to rewind ten seconds and not say that. It was so dumb and mindless, and you can’t believe you actually said it outloud, given all that’s happened -- how honest Harry has been, even if you run from him every single time. “Harry -- I,” you start, and he shakes his head as he turns to look out the window. “’S fine. ‘S fake, right? Nothin’ to worry about,” he says after he cuts you off, and he doesn’t sound bitter or angry, just sad. It makes your heart hurt because it’s your fault. It’s all you can think of the rest of the flight, no matter how hard you try not to.

It’s been around two hours since you got home from the airport, but you’re alone with Harry for the first time since this morning in his car. Between the flight and visiting with your family when you first got here, you haven’t had time to talk about what happened on the plane. Then again, you two sort of have a trend of not talking about things, so you shouldn’t be surprised, honestly. You’re standing in the middle of your childhood bedroom and he’s sat in your desk chair, scrolling through his phone when you decide to bring it up. Except you more so just jump right into apologizing.

“I’m sorry,” he glances up at you and shakes his head at your sudden words, his tongue poking out to wet the pout on his lips. “Don’t be,” he replies, and you sigh, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as you watch him. “I am, though -- I didn’t mean to upset you,” you feel defeated no matter how hard you really are trying, because Harry’s just not having it. “Didn’t mean to, but ya’ did. ‘M a big boy, though. ‘Ll be okay. Don’t need m’fake girlfriend t’baby me,” this time his voice does sound bitter, and the slightest bit angry, and you want to lock yourself in a room and never come out again at the emphasis on ‘fake.’ “Harry, stop,” and he’s locking his phone and setting it on the desk in front of him. “I told you -- I’m fine, Y/N. Leave it alone. We’re good.” You don’t think he’s called you by your actual name since the first week he met you.

He does seem to be okay, though, because he’s holding actual conversations with you when you head back downstairs to be with your family. You don’t ask anymore questions. You just go along with it and hope that it’s not going to change as soon as you’re behind closed doors again. Whatever issues the two of you have seem to be the last thing on Harry’s mind, and you’re almost certain it has to have something to do with the fact that your entire family seems to be falling in love with him and all his wit and charm. Your mom and grandma can’t stop gushing over him, asking him questions about his life and his family. He tells them that he’s an art major with a minor in women’s studies (they both flash a smile at you at that), that he grew up in England, and moved to the states when he was nineteen for university. He tells them that he has a sister and she’s his favorite person besides you, his mum, and Stevie Nicks. They ask about his future, where he sees himself by the time he’s thirty, and he pauses for a long moment to just watch you where you’re sat on the ground playing with one of your nieces. “Think -- I dunno’. Think ‘s gonna’ be good, though. Really good,” he says, and he doesn’t look back to your grandma until he’s finished the sentence and is smiling like an idiot.

Your two nieces and nephew have Harry in the floor next, and he’s laying on his back, grabbing their hands and pushing them up in the air with his socked feet when they lean forward, and shouting that they’re airplanes, and he’s laughing loudly as he does it probably twenty times to each of them. “He’s a keeper, y’know,” and your eyes snap from Harry to your grandma, and a small grin you just can’t help tugging at your lips. “Can see how in love with you he is just by the way he looks at you,” she explains, and you feel a blush creep up your neck, a nervous laugh sounding from you. You don’t realize Harry was definitely listening until you see him peeking up at you with a fond smile.

The sun is just a couple of hours from setting when you find yourself helping your mom out in the kitchen while Harry helps your dad with the grill out on the patio. You can see him through the French doors as you work through each task your mom assigns you, and it makes you smile to see them talking and laughing together. Your mom catches you, and she smirks. “Think your grandmother might’ve been onto somethin’ earlier. You seem just as lovestruck as Harry does,” she tells you, and you blush furiously, shaking your head. “Oh c’mon, Y/N. Never seen you look at anyone in y’life the way you look at that boy,” she adds, and you roll your eyes. “Whatever you say,” you sing-song back at her, but it doesn’t stop the way you’re grinning from ear to ear as you coat the berries she told you were going to be used to decorate a cake in sugar. It’s the only thing you’ve got left on your to-do list, so she’s left you to finish up in the kitchen alone.

You don’t hear the door open, but you guess that was sort of the point when you feel someone slink up behind you and wrap their arms around your waist, you half scream and half squeal, because it scares you but you almost instantly realize whose arms around you. “What’re ya’ makin’?” Harry murmurs, his chin hooked over your shoulder, and you hum, glancing back at him over your shoulder. “’S already been made, just gotta’ decorate it. Like a star, I think,” you explain, giving the blueberries one last stir before you turn around in his arms to face him. “You scared me,” you murmur, looking his face over. He smells like smoke, charcoal, and burgers, and it’s disgusting, but you can think of a million things you’d let happen before you ever let go of him right now. “That was the point, pet,” he smirks, and you let your mind wander for a moment. What if he’s only got you pinned up against the counter right now for show? What if he’s still just as angry as he was earlier and has every intention of giving you the cold shoulder when everyone goes to bed tonight. You’re working yourself into a bit of a frenzy of over thinking, so you decide it’s best if you distract yourself. “Wanna’ help me?” Harry presses a kiss to your forehead and you take that as a ‘yes.’

“Your father is terrifying,” he tells you once he’s stood beside you, and you smirk, looking up to him. “Told me exactly how he’d kill me ‘f I ever break your heart,” he explains, and you laugh, nudging your hip against his. “Told you he’d chop you up and dump you in the ocean, didn’t he? He watches a lot of Dexter,” you’re both laughing, and this suddenly really does not feel fake anymore, and it makes you wonder if it really ever had. “Tell me what y’need me to do,” he says after you’ve both stopped laughing, looking you over, and in your mind you’re screaming ‘kiss me again,’ but in reality you tell him you’ve got to line the blueberries up perfectly to create a star on top, and then fill in the gaps with the strawberries. He nods and then gets to work.

The two of you joke and work between comfortable silences with no problem -- it’s just like being back at work in the café. Between the two of you, you finish in record time and you reach for one of the leftover strawberry slices as you turn to him. “Got m’fingers all sticky,” he murmurs, watching as you swallow down the strawberry and you grin mischievously as you take a step towards him, reaching for his wrist and guiding his fingers up until you feel a couple brush against your lower lip, looking up to him from under your eyelashes. You think you could cut the tension that has suddenly filled the room with a knife. “There’s a sink right there,” is what you say, your tongue flicking against his middle finger playfully, and Harry can breathe for the first time since you looked at him after he spoke after you let him go. “Fuckin’ tease,” he jokes, walking towards the sink to wash his hands and you lean back against the counter.

When he turns around, Harry looks like he can’t breathe again, because you’re sucking your own fingers clean of the juice from the berries and sugar. He should not be as affected as he is, but he undeniably is, and he’s got a hand on your hip before you know it, his thumb slipping up underneath your t-shirt and rubbing at the skin just above the waist of your jeans. “Need something else from you,” you tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, waiting for your next set of instructions as he stares down at you. “Wha’s that?” He questions, and you place your hands on his chest. “Need y’to kiss me,” you whisper, and he brings a hand up to pinch your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up towards him. “Not ‘f we’re jus’ gonna’ pretend it never happened again,” he nearly mumbles, and you do your best to shake your head. “Wouldn’t -- don’t wan’ t’do that anymore.” He glances down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “’S not fake then?” He presses, and you shake your head again, dragging your hands from his chest to his shoulders. “Don’t think it ever was, honestly.”

He’s kissing you after that, soft and gentle, and it doesn’t feel nearly as rushed as your previous kisses have been. It’s clean enough that if someone were to glance into the kitchen, they wouldn’t have anything to say about it, but it’s also very much Harry who is kissing you like this, and that fact alone is enough to cloud your senses. You’re smiling into the kiss out of nowhere and he pulls back just enough to speak. “Wha’ is it?” He questions, and you peck his lips. “We’re so dumb,” you laugh, and he scrunches his nose. “Nah -- told you I wanted t’be your boyfriend at the very start. Never said anything about being ‘fake.’ You’re the only dumb one in this situation, baby,” and you can’t even argue with him, because he is technically right. He never told you he’d be your fake boyfriend. Those words never came out of his mouth. It makes you wonder if he knew that this was how it was going to end all along.

“You called me ‘baby,’“ you whisper, and he slides his hand to cup your cheek as he nudges his nose against yours. “Did, didn’t I?” He’s never called you that, is the thing. He’s called you every pet name in the book over the past six or so months, every single goddamn one that you could possibly think of, but he’s never called you ‘baby’ before now. “Wanted t’wait ‘til I made y’mine before I used that one on ya’,” he says and the statement gives you butterflies, because he’s intended for this to happen the entire time he’s known you. He’s never been joking, not once, about how he feels about you.

If anyone notices that the two of you are even more chipper the rest of the night, they don’t mention it.

The Fourth of July is your new favorite holiday.

It’s always been up there, but after a night of lots of food, fireworks, a zillion pictures (half of which are of you and Harry kissing underneath them), and time well spent with your family, you think it’s moved its way up to being your number one. You decide this while you’re flicking through the pictures on your phone while Harry helps your father with a bit of clean up downstairs. There are a million, probably, of you and Harry, you and Harry with various family members, quite a few you’d snapped of just Harry, and you can’t get over how Harry shines so bright beside you in the ones with the fireworks that you almost don’t even realize the fireworks are there.

You practically have to force yourself to stop looking at pictures and set your phone down, so that you can shower before Harry comes up for the night, but you manage to do so. You also have to force yourself to shower quickly when you realize you’ve stripped outside of your en suite and forgotten to grab a t-shirt from your duffle. Which you do, deciding dry shampoo can get you through until tomorrow morning and only washing what is absolutely necessary for any shower. You never heard him come in, so after you’ve dried off and slid into the underwear that you did remember to bring, you assume it’s safe for you to step out topless just long enough to get to the other side of the room to you overnight bag.

That assumption turns out to be very wrong. You are not safe. Not at all. In fact, when you step out, Harry’s standing about three feet away from the bathroom door, facing you, and his eyes go wide. You must look as if you’re properly trying to seduce him, and you weren’t at all -- not in your parents’ house -- but your hair looks as if it’s just recently been styled (and it has, thanks to the aforementioned dry shampoo) and the only piece of clothing (and you use that word lightly) you’ve got on is a baby pink lace thong. You can’t get mad at him when you see him definitely give you a once over, but you also bring your hands up to cover your breasts, cupping each of them. “Ya’ tryin’ t’seduce me, baby?” He finally says after the initial shock of it all, and he’s smirking, because he’s Harry, and of course he’s fucking smirking. “Didn’t have t’walk out naked t’get me t’fuck ya’, y’know. Told you weeks ago ‘s all I’ve been thinkin’ about,” he continues, and you feel like dying right then and there (but also very much like dropping to your knees and sucking his cock until he’s cumming down your throat) (he’s so hot) (it’s not fair).

You consider telling him that yes, you were just trying to seduce him, but the truth is what comes out of your mouth inside. “Forgot my shirt out here when I went to shower. Didn’t hear you come in, so I thought it’d be alright,” you explain and he nods like he understands perfectly, like maybe he’s been in the exact same situation before. He’s holding up a singular finger as if to tell you ‘hold on’ not a second later, and you watch him, your hands still covering your tits, and you realize he’s grabbing for a t-shirt from his own bag. He tosses it to you, and you cover yourself with it as soon as you’ve got it in your hands, because you remember that’s just given him another glimpse at your perky breasts. It’s when you go to tug it over your head that he stops you. “No, no, no -- what d’ya’ think you’re doing, hm?” You’re confused, but he’s pulling his own shirt over his head after that, dropping it to the floor. “Gotta’ earn it, baby girl,” he says, and you press your thighs together.

“Owe you for leaving you hard the other night, don’t I?” You murmur, because you can play this game, too. You take a step towards him, letting the shirt fall to the ground with the one he had been wearing, and palming over his hardening cock through his jeans. You watch your hand on him for awhile, feeling him growing harder under your touch, and your best guess is that he was watching, too, because as soon as you look up to him, he’s got you moaning into a kiss. The two of you end up on the bed behind him similarly to the way you had ended up on his couch the first night, after that, except this time, he’s underneath you and you’re situated so that you’re straddling his hips and grinding right on top of his cock. He’s got a hand fisted in your hair and the other is sliding down to your ass, grinning into the kiss at the feel of bare skin against his own.

You manage to get a hand between the two of you and pop the button on his jeans, and really, you’re not sure why these godforsaken things weren’t his clothing item of choice to remove before you fell into bed together, because they’re so tight, and all you want is his cock out now. You manage to finally get the jeans, along with his burgundy boxer briefs, down his toned legs, though, and then you’re straddling him again. His cock is gorgeous, and you feel silly for even thinking it, but it is -- it’s long and thick and it’s got the prettiest head that matches his lips in colors. You really do want to suck it, so you tell him as much as you wrap a hand around the base of him and work over him in strokes that are good, but not near enough to ever give him what he needs. “Jesus fuck,” he curses in response to your request, and you take that as your go ahead. You’re lying on the bed between his legs when you lean down and give the leaking tip the first tentative kitten lick, glancing up to make eye contact with him as you do. You collect the precum on your tongue in doing so, and swallow it down before you lick along the length of him, just getting him wet, before you bring your lips back up to wrap around the head and suck properly at it, dipping your tongue into the slit.

He’s got his hand fisted in your hair once again, but this time it’s to help guide you along his cock, and he finds that you take direction very well, as it turns out. You’re working your mouth over his cock slowly, sinking down until he’s hitting the back of your throat, and you swallow around him. Harry moans and tugs your hair harshly, watching as you drag your tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock when you pull off. “Got such a lovely mouth, baby. So good f’me,” he breathes, and you just flash him an innocent sort of smile before you’ve got your mouth back on him, and you press your tongue against the sensitive spot at his base when you swallow him back down. You feel the way his cock hit the back of your throat a bit when he begins rocking his hips up into the feeling, and you can’t help but moan around him, and that only causes a groan to escape him in response. “Take m’cock so well, baby girl,” he murmurs, and you let your eyes find his once again.

He leans up just a moment later, and you’ve got your lips wrapped tight around his shaft when you feel him sliding your panties to the side and sliding his fingers between your folds. “Fuckin’ soaked, love. Jus’ from suckin’ my cock?” He questions, and you suck a bit harder and hopes he gets the message that it is most definitely just from sucking his cock. “Tha’s a good girl,” he breathe, and then he presses a finger against your entrance, and you rock back against the touch. “Eager,” he murmurs, glancing down to your head in his lap, and placing a hand on the back of your neck as he lets two fingers slide inside of your cunt, fucking them into you slowly, and you clench around the feeling of them. “So fuckin’ tight, love. Can’t wait to feel ya’ on m’cock. Y’gonna’ give that t’me, hm? Le’ me make you cum on m’cock? Fill up your pretty little cunt?” You can’t believe the filth that seems to spew from his lips so easily, but you’re certain that you’ve never been wetter than you are right now, either.

You’re pulling off of his cock after a minute or two later, and his fingers are so nice inside of you, but god -- you want to be stretched and filled and fucked until you can’t fucking move, so you decide you’re going to need his cock for that. “Need you,” you breathe, and your voice is wrecked from taking him as far as you had, but he seems to understand you just fine, because he withdraws his fingers from you not a moment later. He’s tugging you up until you’re straddling him again, and you press your lips to his as you lean down, grinding down against his cock, and thanking any higher power listening that you’ve decided to don the prettiest, tiniest lace thong he’s ever seen tonight, because when he wraps a hand around his cock, he gets to watch as you simply pull the fabric to the side just before you line him up. Your wet is practically dripping down his cock as you hover over him, the head of him pressed to your entrance. You lean down to kiss him again as you sink down, and both your moans get lost somewhere on your tongues.

The stretch of him isn’t something you think you could have prepared yourself for no matter how long you had taken to hype yourself up. It burns at first, but the longer he’s inside of you, the nicer it feels. He’s is by far the biggest you’ve ever had, you’ve got no doubt about it, and you suppose it would only make sense for this gorgeous boy underneath you to have an equally glorious dick buried to the hilt inside of you. “Feel so good,” you breathe, rocking your hips just a bit, just feeling the length of him inside of you, filling you up better than anyone ever has. When you pull off until it’s just the head of him, you swear you can feel the way every ridged part of his cock drags against your walls and you moan loudly against Harry’s mouth. “Gotta’ stay quiet, love,” he tells you, and you just kiss him in response, grinding on his cock with your eyes screwed shut. “Be good f’me, ‘nd I promise as soon as we get home, ‘ll take y’on every surface ‘f my apartment ‘nd y’can be as loud as y’want,” he murmurs, and you do your best to nod, but you want to cry because he just feels so good inside of you.

You begin to really ride him after that promise, pulling off of him until it’s just the tip of his cock inside of you, and you drop back down in quick motions. You’re building a harsh rhythm, and you can feel where the short wiry hairs around his cock are brushing against your clit each time he presses his hips up into you, and it has you kissing him just that much harder to try and keep quiet. “Look a’ you, angel. Look so pretty fuckin’ y’self on m’cock,” he’s whispering as he speaks, watching you as you fuck down against him, and it makes you cup one of your tits again, your other hand steadying yourself on his chest, and he fucks up into you for the first time when he see the way you’re squeezing your breast, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your lace panties. The only bad thing about lace panties, however, is how incredibly easy they are to rip, and Harry does just that. You’re not sure if it’s on purpose or not, but you also couldn’t give less of a fuck, either. You’ve got more, and you assume he agrees with your thought process, because he’s the one who collects them and tosses them to the floor. You look sort of perfect, he thinks -- doesn’t think he’s ever had a better view than the one he’s got right now. You’re tight, wet, and hot around his bare cock, and his own reminder of that has him twitching inside of you, and it makes your clit throb. “Harry, Harry -- fuck me,” you whine, and he’s never been the kind of guy that has to be told twice.

You’re both so close, and it doesn’t surprise you. You hadn’t expected either of you to last this long, considering how inevitable this has been since the beginning, but as soon as Harry flips you over so you’re on you’re back, you know you’re fucked -- figuratively and literally. He’s driving into you with force, and you open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out (thankfully). He uses the opportunity to his advantage, however. He’s got two fingers pressed to your tongue, and you waste no time and sucking them just as you had his cock just minutes before. The sight seems to do more for him than he’d expected because he groans as soon as you wrap your lips around the digits, and he fucks into you harder. He feels you clench around him, and he bites his lip at the feeling. “Gonna’ cum, baby?” He murmurs, and you try and fail to nod, but it’s enough for him to get it, and he’s so smug about it, despite the fact that he’s just holding out to feel you cum around his cock before he lets go. “Cum f’me, baby girl. Cum on m’cock,” he breathes, and he removes his fingers from your mouth to press against your clit instead, rubbing quickly. You don’t last another minute before you’ve drenched your thighs with your release.

You dig your nails into his back as your cunt pulses around his cock, biting at his shoulder to keep from crying out the way you want to, and you think it’s the way your teeth dig into his skin that does him in, because you feel hot spurts of his release covering your walls and filling you up so suddenly that it makes you shake against him just a second or two longer.

Harry doesn’t pull out for what seems like forever, but when he does, you can feel how sore you already are, but it’s the best kind of sore in the world. You whine and clench around nothing, and you still feel so fucking wet, despite just having the best orgasm of your life probably. You realize why that is when you see Harry looking between your legs, and you’re quick to close them, feeling overexposed, but he taps your hip, his head resting on your thigh as he peers up at you. “No, baby, lemme’ see, please,” He asks, and it comes out in such a gentle voice that you think you’d do anything he told you to do right then. You do spread your legs back open, and he watches as his release drips out of your cunt, and he seems fucking fascinated, and it makes you blush down to your chest. He stays put where he’s resting against your thigh for minutes probably, just watching. “’S gorgeous,” he murmurs, just before he leans in to press an open mouthed kiss your clit -- you gasp, he smirks. He’s kissing his way back up your body a minute later, and your entire body feels like it’s been put into overdrive and all of your senses are heightened right now. It’s as if you’re torn with wanting him all over you and wanting to push him off of you. You decide to go with the first one.

“Wanna’ know somethin’?” He questions once he’s reached your lips, grinning down at you. You hum in response, running your fingers through his hair. “I do,” you answer, grinning right back up at him. “Think ya’ earned privileges t’any shirt ‘f mine y’ever wanna wear.” You laugh into it when he kisses you again.

The next week at work, you tell Harry you love him by writing it on one of the to-go cups. He nearly gets you both fired when he kisses you breathless at the cash register (by the way, he loves you, too).

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