#but I’m loving every second of these lads ❤️

[lady-bee-holmes]

Back by request with a new update on the whales, this time with this lad’s Final Ultimate Form!

The edging is done with size 11 glass seed beads. There’s two couched outlines and one picot edging. Needless to say, couching takes a very, very long time, lol 🐋

[sister-lucifer]

Brian/Hoodie, Toby, + Eyeless Jack with a chubby S/O

Brian, Toby, + EJ x Gender Neutral Reader (Separately)

[Anonymous Request]

Genre: Fluff + NSFW

Content/Warnings: NSFW but no smut, lots of body talk (all positive), so if that makes you uncomfortable be aware, oral sex (reader receiving), Toby likes to suck titties, Toby is very handsy 

A/N: i’m almost definitely projecting on this one cuz i have a chubby partner and i lub him🥺 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Brian 

[SFW]

Brian’s a pretty lanky lad, he’s built like stickbug 

So having a chubby S/O would be a WONDERFUL contrast for him!

His favorite thing is being able to use you as a human weighted blanket 

He cant fall asleep without you, not after that first snuggle session! Your presence is so warm and calming 

You’re just perfect for cuddles, especially spooning 

Any excuse he has to wrap his arms around you, he’s taking it, 100% 

Big bear hug with a playful squeeze to boot 

+ He’s asking you to sit on his lap any chance he gets 

Oh there are three other chairs you could use? But he loves you:( Sit with him:( He’s just a little guy:(

( (manipulatively) )

I’m sure we all know that finding plus sized clothes that are cute but not expensive as FUCK is way too hard, but that problem is completely out the window now 

Brian has mad sewing skills, so he can alter OR duplicate anything you’d like! 

(The only catch is he has to make/get a matching one for himself, this is non-negotiable, sorry) 

[NSFW] 

Of course, we can’t always be family friendly wholesome here 

Let’s just say he loves having so much soft, plush skin to grab onto 

This man is a head giving god, like ridiculously skilled 

And not only that, he really enjoys doing it. For him it can sometimes be more enjoyable than the actual sex part 

He looooves grabbing onto your thighs and hips while he eats you out, just grabbing handfuls of everything he possibly can 

He gets really into giving oral too, like closing his eyes and moaning and just giving it his all, completely invested 

He’s gripping on for dear life 

Don’t be surprised if you have bruises in the shape of his fingertips 

And if you’re feeling especially generous, make sure you squeeze his head with your thighs 

It’s his fave ❤️ 

Toby 

[SFW]

Honestly this segment is gonna be pretty short 💀

Writing anything SFW for Toby is hard, he’s too much of a horndog 

He’s also a cuddle bug much like Brian, so a lot of those headcanons could apply to him 

He’s very tactile so he tends to be grabby, especially with your thighs and love handles 

Not even exclusively in a sexual way, a lot of the time it’s really just a sensory thing 

His hands just absentmindedly wander, and you just happen to be close by most of the time 

He’s not a big fan of anyone or anything laying on top of him at all since it makes him feel trapped, so he likes laying on top of you instead! 

It really helps calm him down after he gets hyper or upset 

[NSFW]

Forgive me if this is a controversial take, BUT: 

Toby is a boobs guy 

And I don’t just mean breasts, I don’t just mean AFAB chests

Any sort of soft chest fat will do 

He’s using his mouth a loooot, sucking and biting and leaving little marks all over your chest and nipples 

And every chance he gets he will grab your chest 

You could be fully clothed doing something completely unrelated to him and if he walks by he’s slipping his hands under your shirt 

He’s grabbing everything tbh 

Once again, it’s a sensory thing that can wind up horny 

He loves your thighs even more than Brian does 

Thigh jobs are his fave ever, not only because your thighs are easy to get to at all times but because they’re so warm and soft and perfect!! 

And the entire time his wandering mitts are squeezing and groping every bit of skin he can get to 

Jack

[SFW] 

Since EJ can’t exactly rely on his sight, he has to use his other senses, one of the most common ones being touch 

He can be touchy too, but not in the same way Toby is 

He doesn’t grab or squeeze or anything, he simply runs his hands over you, often over your clothes 

He likes feeling the softness and the curves of your body, just tracing his fingers over your hips and tummy 

Especially holding your face, rubbing his thumbs over your round cheeks and admiring your beauty in his own way 

He also headbutts like a cat when he wants attention, so don’t he surprised when you randomly feel his face against your stomach or leg 

If you really wanna show him love, let him lay on your chest while you scratch his head 

He likes to be able to listen to your heartbeat 

Jack has many animal like behaviors, one of those being kneading or ‘making biscuits’ like a cat 

If he’s kneading the soft skin of your stomach or thighs, that’s how you know he’s suuuuuper comfortable 

Like, as comfortable as he can possibly get 

Be prepared to be used as a pillow very often 

[NSFW] 

Jack is also good at giving head, but not in the same way Brian is 

He’s not as skilled or practiced, but you can’t go wrong with up to five squirming tentacle tongues working to get you off at any given time 

(Plus, he purrs, which basically turns his mouth into a vibrator) 

He also really enjoys fingering you, and will often use his hands and tongue at the same time 

Your insides are just so warm and soft, and he’s attracted to that heat 

He could get lost in your warmth and sweet taste 

He’ll run his hands gently over your body the entire time, and it’s certainly not unusual for him to knead during these sorts of activities 

He likes to lick you as well, and if you allow him to get a bit carried away, he’ll run his tongue up and down your body 

There’s just something about your plush skin and wonderful curves that completely captivate him in a way that nothing else can 

[blueraineshadows]

Hiii! ❤️

First of all I just want to sing your praises again for your amazing LxMCxG fic! I’m still trying to recover 🥵

Second, since you’re pretty much the queen of writing Leander now, I wanted to make a request! I was going through your master list and noticed you have those fluffy happy family fics for all the boys except Leander. So I was hoping to request that whenever you can! (Assuming you haven’t already been asked for this!)

Keep up the awesome work and thanks again for getting me on the Leander train hahaha!

Thank you so much 💜 I appreciate you taking the time to message me. I would love to write this!

The First Laugh

Leander Prewett x F!MC (Mrs Prewett)

Fluffy family fic, little bit of spice 🌶💓

The staff room was warm and cosy, the smell of freshly brewed tea and baked cookies reached his nose as Leander walked through the door. He stifled a yawn and grabbed a seat, rubbing his face with his hand.

"Are you alright, lad?" Sharp asked. He eyed Leander over his tea cup. "Late night?"

Leander groaned and reached for the tea pot. "Well, not exactly," he said. "The baby kept us awake most of the night, he wouldn't settle, no matter what we tried."

Sharp gave him a look of sympathy but shrugged. "Sadly, I cannot help you there, lad. Babies aren't exactly my specialty."

Leander waved him off, fighting back yet another yawn. "It's alright. I might send an owl to my mother for advice."

"Maybe you should make use of professors quarters here at the castle and get a decent night's sleep," Sharp suggested.

"Oh, I couldn't do that," Leander said. "It's bloody tiring, but I could never leave MC to deal with it alone. Besides, William is my son too. I want to be there for him."

Sharp gave a nod but couldn't help look a little perplexed.

....*....

MC stood at the kitchen sink and stared at the mountain of washing up. Her hair was a mess and there was baby sick on her third clean blouse of the day. Her bones ached with exhaustion and little William would likely be awake again in about half an hour.

She thought she might cry. Being a mum was hard. Harder than she ever imagined. But she wouldn't give up. How could she? One look at baby William's gorgeous blue eyes and she forgot every hour's sleep lost, every exploding nappy, every screaming cry.

Her beautiful son. In fact, MC wandered out of the kitchen, blowing off the washing up, to go and stand and stare at William while he slept. This was one of her favourite ways to pass the time. Not catching up on her own sleep, or being a good house wife, but basking in the love she had for her baby.

This was where Leander found her when he returned home from his day of classes at Hogwarts. Dead on his feet, he hurried to find her, pausing in the doorway a moment at the sight before him.

His wife and his son. How did he get so lucky? He had to ask himself that everyday.

He crept up behind MC, his arms encircling her waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck. "Hello beautiful," he whispered.

She sighed. "Less of the beautiful, sadly," she said. "I'm sorry if I smell of sick. It's been a day."

Leander peered down into the crib at the chubby rosy cheeks, the perfect little mouth and the tiny curled fists of his son. "Look how amazing he is," he murmured.

"I know," MC smiled. "I love him so much it hurts."

Leander kissed her cheek, and then gave her bottom a cheeky squeeze. "Go get in the bath, relax, I will watch him," he said.

MC turned to look up at him. "But, what about your dinner?"

He shrugged. "I ate at work. I'm fine. Go on, get in the bath. I can fix you a sandwich if you're hungry."

MC smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him. "Have I told you today that I love you?"

"You could always tell me again," he said. He kissed her back, harder. His hands appreciating the soft curves of her hips.

MC glanced down at baby William and then gave her husband a little smirk. She grabbed his hand. "Come on."

With a baby due to wake, there was no time for the gentle build up. MC tugged at Leander's trousers, pulling them loose as she sat down on the edge of their bed. Leander was working on her blouse, eager to get his hands on her swollen breasts.

MC moaned and arched upwards as he entered her, wrapping her legs up around him as he began to thrust. It was hot and quick, but fun, both of them biting back their groans of pleasure. They wanted to hang on to every precious moment alone.

They lay on the bed, clothing in disarray, limbs entangled. Leander kissed MC slow and deep. "I love you," he whispered.

A small, snuffling cry sounded from the room next door. MC grinned and kissed her husband on the nose. "Your turn," she said.

....*....

As Leander was changing William, he was chatting away to him, telling him all sorts of nonsense about his day. MC was getting dried after her bath, listening to him natter on and William was making the most adorable cooing noises back to him.

MC wrapped a robe about herself and walked into the bedroom. She came up beside them as Leander was pulling on William's sleep suit, his long fingers brushing up against William's tiny armpit.

A tiny, adorable giggle slipped from his cherub lips. Leander stilled, eyes staring widely, then he looked up at MC, who was equally stunned.

"Did he...was that..." Leander stuttered.

MC felt tears spring into her eyes. "He laughed!"

"That was the first time, right? Tell me it was the first time," Leander said.

She nodded, laughing in delight herself.

"Gods," Leander breathed. He scooped up William half dressed as he was and held him close. He put his arm around MC so they could all cuddle together. "I can't believe I was here to witness it with you. I feel like I miss so much being gone all day."

"I'm glad you were here too," MC said. She smoothed a gentle hand over William's baby soft red hair. "We both miss you when you're gone."

"It's things like this that make all the sleepless nights worth it, isn't it," Leander said. "I wouldn’t change it for anything."

MC leant her head against his shoulder. She couldn't agree more.

[delicatesoundofthunderr]

Roger Waters x Reader

i wrote this because there is a lack of pf fanfics, especially roger x reader 😞

ALSO FOR MY CHARLES LECLERC GIRLIES I DID NOT FORGET YALL!!! life’s been busy but i genuinely want to continue the series. so sorry for the wait! ❤️

ps it gets a bit heated but no smut! *injuries mentioned*

•••

It was the end of another successful gig, and the spirit in the pub couldn’t be more agitated. Drinks were drunk and dances were danced, and you found yourself near the stage with some friends.

“Loved your performance, Y/N! Although,

I couldn’t fail to notice someone had a keen eye on you for the whole show...” your friend recalled, raising her brows.

“What? Who?” you question with excitement.

“Roger! He was eyeing you every second he had the chance!” your other friend beamed.

You didn’t believe a word of it. You guys had grown slightly closer over the past weeks, but his on-stage persona was something totally different.

“You’re joking… I’ll probably get a lecture soon then, he was probably annoyed by something I did.” you grunted.

“I swear I saw him smiling at you though.” your friend mumbled.

Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

“Right, well I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” you declared. The constant buzzing of chatter and music gave you a slight headache.

You snake through the mass of tipsy people, and see a familiar face just before reaching the exit.

Roger is interacting and laughing with a girl who doesn’t seem to fit in the friendly category. You only catch his eye when you cross the door.

You stay outside for some time, breathing in the crisp air. A recurring thought kept disturbing your calm. What could you have possibly done so wrong in your performance for Roger to look at you all night long?

Or… was it something else?

You shake your head and head back for the pub after a few minutes.

When you push the door to get back in, a newfound tension has submerged the pub.

Two men were fighting, one stubby blonde, and another tall brunette which you realized- to your great surprise- was Roger.

The moment didn’t feel real. Roger, always one to use his words and wits, now with a split lip and balled fists.

“Roger!” you yell through the crowd.

He doesn’t seem to register your voice at all with the commotion. Roger was about to throw a final punch in the man’s direction when you took him by the back of his shirt.

“Roger! You can stop now, he’s done.” you yell in anger. Roger’s eyes locked with yours, and he slowly let go of the poor lad in his hands.

Roger’s face was intact but for a split brow bone and lip. Something pulled at you to help him, and with a frustrated sigh you take his wrist and lead him through the buzzing crowd and out the pub.

“I never thought…” you fume. “We’ll go to the studio okay? It’s the nearest place.” you order with little space for arguing.

Roger simply nods, a faraway look in his eyes. You didn’t notice how tight you were holding his wrist and let go. You look back to make sure he’s still following, and much to your dismay he’s clutching his stomach.

“What is it now?” you complain.

“My ribs… They really fucking hurt.” he groans, eyes filled with fear.

You immediately walk over to him with a newfound concern, but he stops you.

“I’m fine, I don’t need help.” he states, no trace of malice in his voice.

Your heart aches more and more at his disheveled form, and as you get to the studio, you make sure to open every door for him.

He crashes down on the couch, chest rising up and down at a fast pace.

You go get the small aid kit in the bathroom alongside warm towels full of water.

Roger has one hand over his eyes and he’s muttering something under his breath.

“Remove your shirt. We’re gonna check for broken ribs first.” you command.

Roger removes his hand from his face and looks directly at you with those piercing eyes of his. He slowly rises to remove his shirt, and you can’t do anything else than look up at him from your seat, admiring his lean, sun-kissed abs. He stifles a groan as he passes his shirt over his head and throws it in the corner of the room.

You sit there for a bit, struck by his appearance. He falls back down to the couch and you follow after him.

“I’ll- I have to- I’m gonna touch your ribs.” you blurt out.

He nods through half-lidded eyes and leans back.

There’s a prominent bruise that paints his chest a purple colour, and you gently brush your fingers on it. His whole body tenses up and he sucks in a breath.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you whisper, searching for an answer in his eyes.

He looks away and ignores your question.

“Are you drunk?” you tempt, laying a cold towel on his bruise.

“No. I’ve had like half a beer.” he sighs.

You hold your hands up in confusion.

“Then I don’t get it! You never fight Roger, you never have!” you complain, shaking your head.

“I know… He just…” he trails off, playing with the hot towel on his chest.

“He just what, Roger? He made fun of the band? You? Your reputation, maybe?” you furiously dig for bandages in the kit.

Before putting the bandages on his face, you decide it’s best to clean it. You bring the towel to his brow and dab away, eyes narrowing out of concentration.

“He said something about you.” Roger mutters out, looking up at you.

Your hand drops.

“And what exactly did he say?” you ask, feeling very small all of a sudden.

“Doesn’t matter.” he mumbles, holding himself up with his hand and settling back down into a more comfortable position. He was using his elbows to prop himself up to not completely lie down on his back.

His new position forces you to almost straddle him to reach his face and dab the cloth on his bottom lip.

“I have the right to know.” you mutter, voice filled with insecurity. He gazes up at you and sighs through parted lips.

“He- Christ…” he sighs and rubs his eyes. “He called you an attention-seeking whore.” Roger mumbles, looking away from your pained expression guiltily.

You have a feeling the man might’ve said more and Roger was protecting your self-esteem, but you can’t say this is exactly new to you. Something that was new though, was someone sticking up for you.

“Still… You shouldn’t have. You don’t deserve this.” you whisper after a moment, dabbing the cloth on his bottom lip.

And you truly believed that. You didn’t think Roger should go through all that trouble just for you.

“You don’t deserve this either, and I don’t regret it. You’re worth every punch I received.” his head turns back to face you, eyes sparkling with determination.

How could he say something like this and not expect you to crumble under his gaze?

“No, you don’t mean that.” you state, eyes pleading him to tell you the truth.

Roger shuffles under you, and his eyes darken.

“I do, and I’d do it again! That prick is lucky he wasn’t-“ but you cut his words off by taking his face with your hands and kissing him.

Roger’s mouth goes slack, and it takes him a second to register everything. Then, his lips are responsive.

He uses one elbow to prop himself up, whilst his other hand has found your face. Your position was already favourable, half straddling him already.

He pulls on the back of your thigh to get you completely pressed against him, and your hands are now exploring the muscles of his arms, gripping on them tighter as Roger’s fingers find the surface of your back.

He carelessly draws patterns with his slim fingers, earning shivers from you. His thumb is carefully caressing your cheek in a soothing way.

The kiss is intense, a downpour of all past tension condensed.

His tongue is firm but doesn’t let you get overwhelmed. He lets you set the pace, which is a slow and needy one.

Your hands hesitate towards his chest, laying them gently on his bruised abs. You earn a stifled moan from his part and arch your back as you continue to gently caress his chest up and down.

Both his hands take possession of your hips, squeezing them gently. You feel him move his hips almost involuntarily under you, his member pressing up against you.

You stifle a noise at the contact and press yourself harder against him.

You finally break the kiss. You look down at his star struck grin and slightly swollen lips with a shy smile.

“You’re slightly drunk aren’t you?” Roger asks doubtfully.

“I only had a shot.” you answer truthfully.

He chuckles and lays you down, hovering over you. His eyes travel along your face, taking you all in.

“You’re so pretty,” he blurts out with a stroke of your cheek.

You look away shyly, but he makes sure to bring your face back to him with the tip of your chin.

He smiles at you like an idiot in love and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Images of him and that girl flash through your mind and you stop him.

“Who was that girl at the pub?” you question, brows furrowing in worry.

Roger’s eyes narrow as he seems to recall his night. His brows go up at the memory.

“Who, my cousin? I don’t have any interest in her, no.” he chuckles.

You bite your lip and smile, feeling rather stupid.

“Besides, someone’s already caught my eye.” he murmured.

You grin and hold the back of his neck to bring his face down and kiss him hard.

You softly bite into his split lower lip, gaining a low groan from him. You wrap your legs around his torso and his bare chest presses softly against yours, the barrier of clothes infuriating.

The kiss is slow and passionate, but gets broken by Roger.

“My head hurts.” he mutters over your lips with closed eyes.

You immediately sit up and lay him back down on the couch. You kiss his forehead only to realize he’s a bit too warm.

You rush to the bathroom to get a cold towel and come back to Roger breathing low with closed eyes.

“Roger, he hit your head repeatedly… You might have a concussion,” you realize, brushing away the hair from his forehead to place the towel on it.

Your fingers leave his face but he’s quick to take them back in his hands.

“Can you… stay here for a bit?” he asks, the question leaving his lips like a plea.

Your eyes soften and you nod quickly.

“I think it’s best we sleep here. I don’t think walking is a good idea for you.” you ponder.

You go get him pills and a glass of water, and he drinks it slowly before placing it back down on the ground.

“I’ll just- use the couch in the other room.” you smile and make your way to it.

“Y/n.” Roger speaks.

You already know what he’s implying, but refuse to succumb to such request.

“Roger. Your ribs are bruised and your head hurts. I don’t want to bother you, so if you need me, I’ll be right there.” you state, pointing to the door.

You turn on your heels but he stops you with his words.

“I don’t think I can sleep without you in my arms after knowing how you feel against me.” he declares behind your back.

You slowly turn around, lips parted in surprise. You crack a smile, walking over to Roger and obliging to his request, settling down beside him.

He scoots over so you have space, and you lay your head on his shoulder, careful not to touch his chest.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” you confess, cringing at your reaction from earlier.

He moves a lone piece of hair from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear.

“S’okay. I’m sorry for beating the shit out of that guy.” he says in return.

You fail to keep your straight face and smile.

“You should get some sleep now, if you don’t feel well just wake me up or push me off the couch, I don’t mind.” you tell him.

He smiles and shakes his head, leaning in to catch your lips in one last lingering kiss.

He wakes you up only once in the whole night, though it is involuntarily.

His arm finds your chest and he snakes it around, pulling you closer while he mutters something tired.

You sleepily smile and trace the edges of his face with gentle hands. Your fingers brush over his nose, his cheekbones, and all the way down to his soft lips.

Roger sighs and the tension in his face relaxes, whilst his breathing slows down.

You nuzzle your face in his neck and fall back asleep tight in his arms.

~

“Did anyone stay after the gig?” whispers David, looking down at you and Roger entwined and sleeping on the couch.

“I didn’t. I heard Roger fought someone though.” Rick murmurs, walking over to David. David’s eyebrows go up in a shocked expression.

“Roger… Really?” he questions.

“Jesus christ did Y/N beat up Roger and then sleep with him afterwards cause she felt bad?” adds Nick, just now entering the studio.

They all have a laugh and head over to their instruments.

•••

hope this fed you guys a little 😊

ps. the only reason he didnt take her right then and there is because in my head it was supposed to be a mini series and i made another one where they actually do it. will prolly post the rest not in chronological order but oh well.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Liverpool Group Chat

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @rubybecker-rb2, @moomin279

sm17: Hey guys

Ali: SADIO

Ali: You did great in the game yesterday, it’s great to see you back 🥰

Ali: I saw your Twitter message but I wanted to congratulate you personally ❤️❤️❤️

sm17: Thanks, you did great too ✨✨🥰🥰❤️❤️

sm17: Anything exciting on your end?

Ali: I have a surprise, but I want to wait for everybody to come here

(DUTCH DADDY, BOSS, HENDO, DARWIN, HARVEY, FABIO and THEGREEKSCOUSER have joined the chat.)

Boss: Hi Sadio! You did pretty well, you almost assisted Raumdeuter

sm17: Hey boss 😀 Is Lucho here?

Harvey: Lucho’s depressed today

Hendo: Harvey Elliott you will be taking tact lessons during the summer

Darwin: Why wait until the summer, let’s start now

sm17: Oh no 🙁 what happened 

Boss: Harvey, you didn’t tell me this

Harvey: He’s upset that he can’t help the team because he’s useless when injured

Ali: Give me Lucho’s location so I can hug him

Harvey: He’s thirty-one feet and sixty-nine inches away from you

sm17: How do you know that

Harvey: Raumdeuter told me

Darwin: HE DID NOT

Harvey: How do YOU know, you’re not the boss of my phone

Hendo: LADS stop it

sm17: I just called Thomas and he said that he hasn’t talked to Harvey all day

Harvey: 💀💀

Darwin: Yeah, you’re so dead

TheGreekScouser: relax Darwin, he’s just joking

(LUCHO, SARCASM MODE, SISENOR, FLACO, NABY-LAD, TAA66, and MO have joined the chat.)

Darwin: How can I relax when you always copy my hair

Lucho: hey

Ali: LUCHOOOOO

sm17: LIBREEEEEEE

Boss: For once in my life I will use capitals

Boss: YOU ARE NOT USELESS LUCHO WE LOVE YOU

Harvey: RIGHT

Hendo: 👍

Sarcasm Mode: For once, I’m with Harvey

Lucho: idk 😔

Ali: Virtual hug 🤗

SiSenor: SIM 🤗

Lucho: gracias amigos

Lucho: Btw Sadio, I notice and appreciate your wrestling joke

Lucho: But it’s actually called “lucha libre”

sm17: Another word learned 😁

Flaco: OKAY THIS IS CRIMINAL

Flaco: WHO changed my chat name to Flaco?

SiSenor: 😑 Seriously mano we might as well change your birth certificate from Fabi to Flaco now

Harvey: Now if you want to gain some weight, then we can consider keeping your certificate this way

Lucho: I was reading the earlier messages, what’s the surprise?

Ali: (takes deep breath) The surprise is…

Ali: Hold on

(BEBÊ MARCELINHO has been added to the chat.)

Ali: Meet my honorary baby brother!

Flaco: HEY I thought I was your honorary baby brother 🥺

Ali: You’re my little brother and Marcelinho is my baby brother 💛💚💙

Bebê Marcelinho: Oh, no, OH NO 😡

Bebê Marcelinho: Alisson keep me out of this chat, I command you

Bebê Marcelinho: I don’t want ANY involvement in whatever crap you guys get up to in Kirkby

Ali: Come on, Mari! Give them a chance, they’re not all that bad

Bebê Marcelinho: Then how come every time I FaceTime you, you look as stressed out as the boss?

Boss: Just one small question: are you two related?`

Bebê Marcelinho: NO

Ali: My brother met him in his club’s youth system, and he told Mari the best club to go for further development is here

Bebê Marcelinho: First of all: don’t call me Mari

Bebê Marcelinho: Second of all: how can I change this stupid chat name?

Flaco: Beats me, I’m still wondering how Bobby changed mine

[daydreamingleclerc]

instagram files | a year in the life

are we calling this my hiatus comeback? idk but i’m back i guess

this is different but kinda fun i think! i saw someone do it under the tom holland tag AGES ago but i can’t remember who they were so this is not an original idea on my behalf 💓💞💕💗 if you liked it please let me know and i will do more because tumblr has a ten image limit and these let me live out a fantasy ❤️

*pictures are NOT mine. credit to the original owners. all photos were found on pinterest/google images and instagram. i do not own any of this content.

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yourusername no point hiding it anymore. happy new year, mi amor🤍

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masonmount 🤍

sasha__rebecca 🥳❤️

itsamelewigi it’s not like i introduced you two or anything...

january 1st, 2021

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Leithian: An Incoherent Reaction Post (Act II)

Back by not at all popular demand, the second part of my LOL reaction post. A week after the fact, admittedly, because my brain has just been doing elevator music all week, but for the sake of completeness if nothing else, see below!

(Act I)

- I like how we have Lúthien rocking back and forth, unable to stay still. Big fan of how expressive she is in general. Given that’s she’s supposed to be objectively the Most Beautiful of the Children of Ilúvatar™, it would have been too easy to make her just this figure of porcelain perfection, which would be boring (and, I would argue, uncanonical).

- oh geez, not Daeron again. Give it up, mate, your princessa is very much in another castle.

- Day 8, and I’m still not over Celegorm and Curufin. I WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS. The chest bump!! The cheery wee wave Celegorm(?) gives her before they fuck off!! I’m still crying. X’D (If the Silmarillion is the history as written by the Noldor, this show must be the history as written by the Sindar. Or the people of Nargothrond. XD)

- Oh great. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, she gets rescued by a furry. I KID, I KID. Huan is a certified Good Boy. <3

- That wee look Lúthien and Huan share before they run off, the way it’s timed to the music... it makes me giggle a lot. :)

- ...yeah, I think this must be just about the moment that Celebrimbor decided he was now an orphan. XD

Meanwhile, in the Pit of Despair...

- Finrod’s fight with the werewolf is awesome, and I really, really like how, although there is music, there’s no singing. As if his powers of song have been utterly depleted, and the only weapons left to him now are his bare hands. *___*

- er... Beren... you know you can step in here at any time, pal...

- Shit, the second half really is just filled with music designed to get the blood pumping, isn’t it? 8D

- “I look out of the window at your beauty.”    “No one’s allowed to be prettier than me in my own fortress!” >:(

- HUAN BEST BOY ❤️

- RIP Finrod, we hardly knew ye. :’( 

- Honestly, I reckon they could have done so much more with the Angband sequence. They should have made an absolute MEAL out of it. I’d especially have liked some interplay between Lúthien and Morgoth, let him get his creep on before she sends him to sleep. Let me share in the satisfaction of him being so utterly humiliated!

- A very lovely song, completely ruined by me going “SLEEEP!” à la MST3K every minute or so. XD

- Bet Melkor’s really regretting having those sycophantic backing singers installed right now...

- Back in Doriath, we see that Thingol has very obviously been sleeping on the couch recently.

- Beren like “Hey-hop! I’m back with a source of neverending dad jokes!” :D

- ps. please, please, someone, let this poor lad clean that blood off his face, it’s driving me daft. XD

- Anyway, I don’t care what the rest of fandom says, I love Thingol. The way he comes striding back on stage, having swapped his kingly robe for his form-fitting trousers o’ wolf-slaying, HEY-HOP-ping along with Beren... WE STAN.

- Speaking of stanning, I'm pretty sure I actually went “yesssss” aloud the first time I got to Melian’s song about the hunt. Like, damn, that is an INTRO. Also - sleeves. *___*

- h-hey... hop...? 😭

- Mandos has such a... swishy quality, I can’t describe it. Good for him.

- All my smart-arse remarks and crap jokes stop here, btw. I have nothing but feels.

- Possibly a result of me spending the best part of the week before last being emotional over the Athrabeth, but quite a few lines here put me in mind of Aegnor. “Even death will not spare me from the loss.” “What need have I of immortal Valinor/If Beren is not by my side?” Also “Even a day can be compared with immortality” has dim echoes of Andreth’s “For one year, one day, of the flame I would have given all...”

(You know, just in case you weren’t crying enough.)

- waaaaugh, her voice. Actual tears in my eyes.

- He’s baaaaaack!!! (I half-expected him to give the world’s softest “hey-hop” XD)

- First time I saw this, I thought they should have had another scene to follow the book, with them returning to Doriath, Lúthien healing the winter of Thingol’s grief, the bittersweetness of Melian’s realisation, before the two of them head off for their new life together, but the actual ending, still in Mandos, has grown on me. I rewatched it just there and realised I was on the verge of crying. What do you other LOL nuts think?

- Curtain call! I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR. Carcharoth and Huan are both very good boys. <3 asdfhjl C&C did another chest-bump!! X’D I see you twirling there, Finrod! There is something absurdly charming about seeing Morgoth holding a bunch of flowers. Enjoy your flowers, big fella, you’ve had a rough day. <3

So, yeah, I’m absolutely in love with this wee show and everyone in it. 💖 Hopefully one day I’ll make it to a livestream so I can AAAAAAAA along with the rest of you!

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SILVERSTONE RACE DAY REVIEW!!

• ohmygod guys. ohmygod.

• my expectations were high already but today just exceeded them. i loved every second of watching the racing live today oh my GOD

• for some reason silverstone didn’t announce it over the sound system when seb started his historic lap in the williams so all of a sudden at brooklands you could hear the ROAR of the engine and i’ve never seen thousands of people jump up so quickly before

• his lap was so sexy the car was so sexy. incredible.

• i spent way too much money on a hat. moving on.

• obviously the zhou incident was absolutely terrifying. we didn’t know much at all until there were rumours of an ambulance on the main straight and then a few people had service on their phones and were trying to keep everyone updated. when it was announced that he was okay and safe the applause from the whole crowd was deafening. i’m so glad he’s okay because that accident was horrid ❤️

• hour long red flag interval. now we race again!

• i didn’t know that seb had pitted for new tyres very early on and was absolutely TERRIFIED when i saw him at the back of the grid behind perez. never to fear, past me. he finishes in the points!!

• ohmygod. when VER left the pits but seb overtook him brooklands EXPLODED into cheering. imagine if you told someone from 2013 that. they’d never believe you.

• when ocon got past VER we all went mental AGAIN but then ocon’s car decided to give up on him :(

• THE HAMILTON LECLERC PEREZ FIGHT WAS THE BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN EVER

• there was a middle-aged man beside me who yelled out “come on lew!! you got this lew!!” every single time hamilton went round the corner. he was such a legend

• BAHAHDHFJGK WHEN MICK KEPT TRYING TO GET PAST VER AT THR END WE ALL WENT CRAZY TRYING TO ENCOURAGE HIM

• overhead conversation beside me : “oh shit is that michael schumacher’s son?” “jesus christ lad. yes”

• the large screens didn’t show the live timings & gaps to each driver so i would manually count the seconds out loud to myself between the car in front of seb, seb, and the car behind seb. just because i am a maniac

• although i’m annoyed that s*inz won because i really did start to believe that lewis could pull off something special i absolutely believe that this grand prix was one of the best experiences of my life 🏁

• PS: SEB POINTS FROM 18TH ON THE GRID. MY 🐐

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heyyy feeling kinda bored being alone at home rn so i'm gonna drop some q's if that's ok with you haha

1. what's your ranking for catb albums?

2. fav catb performance?

3. top 3 fav lyrics from catb and inhaler?

4. top 3 bands you love other than catb & inhaler?

5. this one's kinda personal but i was wondering if you're studying music? or maybe doing sth related to music? cuz i kinda get the impression that you can sing well haha!

cheers and have a lovely day! x

Ahhhh I feel you anon. I still have one more day left of isolation so this is just as interesting for me as it is for you haha 😭

Okay so catb albums. The Balcony would be at number 1 however it gets 2nd place because it’s Billy and not Bondy. The Balance is my fave Catb album which is ironic because I used to hate it haha. And then in 3rd I’m gonna say The Ride only because I don’t tend to listen to it in full very often but also because it has Emily on it and Emily is my least fave catb song 💀💀

If I think about my fave catb performance too hard I won’t be able to decide so I’m just going to say straight off the bat TRNSMT 2019. I never usually find myself rewatching festival sets but that’s one that I could watch over and over and over again and fall in love with it more every time. The set list was perfect and they all looked so good! 👀

lyrics is so difficult man 😭 like I could straight up just say the entirety of Hourglass and Anything but that would be cheating

1. “She hates her work but loves to flirt, it’s a shame she don’t work with me”

2. “I left recording finishing the same hook I was singing when we come in from dinner“

3. “I’d rather go blind than let you down”

and for Inhaler

1. “It won’t always be like this”

2. “you’re not on your own”

3. “Darling I’m in love with you”

(kinda simple ones but they mean a lot to me 🙂)

Okay well other than catb and Inhaler I love all of Bondy’s old bands and his mates’ bands so like Detroit Social Club, Symphonic Pictures, Them Things, Jango Flash

But I bang on about that lot all the time so minus them, I’d say my three favourite bands would be...

The 1975 (had a massive 1975 phase a few years ago, not so much now but I still vibe with the music) 5 Seconds of Summer (seeing them live fingers crossed next year 😁) and i’m sorta getting more into Blossoms lately and they’re lovely lads so they’ve won my heart haha.

That’s so funny you say that because I am a music student yeah! I think I’ve only mentioned it a couple times on here but I absolutely love it. And omg anon you’re too nice cause singing is my area of expertise 🥺❤️ I definitely want a job in the music industry. I mean I wanna be a musician but I’ll be happy if I can work somewhere musicy for the time being while I get everything worked out haha. There was a brief period of time where I considered being a music teacher but I just don’t think it’s my thing 💀💀

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Babylon Berlin: Second Pass, Episode 3

Alright, check-in on the new German words I’ve picked up since starting this show, and what I take their usage to be. If you speak German, get ready to laugh at me!

gut: good, but also used more affirmatively or to incite/approve action than I think English typically uses good? often translated as “alright” or “very well,” presumably to get this meaning across was: what, deeply frustrating to me as I can’t write “was” to mean what-but-Germanly because English has a “was” :( bitte: please, also used as like an opening—“bitte” someone might say while holding a door open, or “ja bitte” to answer the phone polizei: police, obvs jawohl: yessir right away sir wo: where, which I caught because it sounds like what I always wanted “où” to be in French (I was bad at French!) (I may be better at German??) warum: why, learned it just now—sounds like something an Ent would say and I support that bisher bei: “so far with”, still love this

And this isn’t German, but that’s exactly what’s an accomplishment about it: I now know immediately when people are speaking Russian instead.

Anyway, Episode 3! 

a pretty still from Episode 3 for you

On second watch, this is a legwork episode. Rolling the Russians plot along probably most of all, plus developing some family stuff on the character side: the Wolters, the Ritters, and introducing: the Jänickes ❤️❤️💔

Meanwhile, I continue to study bits of German in just, the most pointless way, by getting real into toggling the subtitles and abusing Google Translate (despite a history of being burned!!). But I think I know why I keep doing it, and it’s because usually there’s more THERE in the original words. I’m watching this show with the dialogue in translation, and just in this one episode there’s two lines where I’m pretty sure the less poetic & interesting path was taken when the script was sieved into English. And when I burrow down into this language I don’t know and come snuffling back up with partly understood treasures, it’s like I’m getting more Babylon Berlin.

Notizen:

oh it’s naked times with Kardakov again! I realize you desperately need it otherwise you will be arrested on the spot for nudity, but still, harsh bro, to try to steal a homeless man’s coat

hey one thing I only briefly commented on originally and now would like to discuss at length: Svetlana’s train-robbin outfit. she’s wearing a long grey-green coat open from the waist down, AS seems to be her cool-toned golden skirt (gold like gold!!), revealing her thigh-high black semi-sheer stockings when she kneels to open a hatch with her brown leather gloved hands. TREMENDOUS. I would wear every inch of this.

I love when she just PULLS A GUN on Pointy Russian Lad, everyone in this train yard is like wut

oKAY, just checked the German subtitles to try to figure out where the fuck the translator pulled “termagant” from, and IF Google Translate can be trusted (debatable), what they were calling Sveta was “you wild bumblebee”??!!!! TRANSLATOR, LEAVE IT NEXT TIME PLS OMG

(omg and hummel, because bees hum! German!)

I’m still not over Gereon silently swallowing a sigh and being like “it’s easier if I just pretend to be a john”

omg, Gereon’s giant eyeballs under his hat as he waits a tick to see just what this woman thinks he’s here for

nichte: “naught”. I’m gonna start saying naught. what do you remember? naught.

is the guy following Gereon around one of Edgar’s, just making sure our idiot son doesn’t get himself killed only his first month in Berlin

Gereon paid in full

LOVE this show’s crane shots, love love love ‘em

god Jänicke and Gräf really are buds! they’ve been smiling close and chatting in crowd scenes TWICE now and we’re only a bit into the third episode. tell me everything about this friendship. 

I don’t have the spoons to get into it here but y’know, it’s remarkable how much 1929 is 2019 in re: political demonstrations on the street and the police policy/response to them.

hey German q: why is the W in Wolter’s name pronounced how I, an American, would expect, and not akin to my V’s

hahaha, Gräf is so frustrated with whoever opened his darkroom door and then it’s just that Rath again, asking for an “enlargement”, and Gräf’s just like “—well what am I gonna do, say no to the weird haggard handsome guy?”

yeah I’m pretty certain Frau Ritter caught the syph from [whispers] her affair with Charlotte’s dad, re: later episode revelation to Bruno. I mean if she even caught it herself, and it wasn’t her husband having affairs and then passing infections on to her

I love that Lotte just hauls off and starts smacking this useless fucking man with a piece of firewood!! ja, du wilde hummel!

fantastic that Bruno has lip-reading spy Stefan drive him to his clandestine monarchist meetings, you fucking numbskull

I’m just really struck by how beautiful the cinematography is in this show. the lighting and colors are so pretty.

Charlotte @ her sister just like “SNOBBY RELATIVE YOU CANT RELATE”

(seriously though this….fuck this is a thing I find deeply relatable about Charlotte. hey anyone else come from a household with on the whole wildly different interests and social circles than they do! it’s weird right?? I don’t think anyone who has similarly educated, worldly parents & siblings will ever understand what it’s like to grow up like we did, where growing up is growing out, out of reach, outré. until you have become: Snobby Relative.)

Emmi: “Are you going steady?” Gereon of the Middle Ages: “going steadily where?” Emmi: “dating, you cute grim idiot”

aw aw, -lein is the sweetheart diminutive! Emmilein, “Emmi dear.” can you use this for male nouns too or is there another gender variant? I gotta know all the cutesies!

ooo “wohin” is “where to”, nice, that’s satisfyingly constructed to me, with the “wo” where

Gereon’s face journey as Bruno informs him he’s going to be hassling and intimidating civilians tomorrow as the strong-arm of the law: 👏

I’ll say that it sure is gratifying how quickly Inspector Rath notices the loose hanging phone and realizes something is wrong here. it’s such an easy way to show someone is a detective, and so often they don’t get to because of bad idiot-ball plotting

“Help me!” to the guy you were just scuffling with, god the rapidly shifting loyalties, I love this scene!! so much is happening! Weimar Berlin!

“They fell like bees in the frost” remains a TRANSCENDENTLY good line about war, Alexei Kardakov. believe utterly about how convincing you are an orator.

“Were you in the war?” “I followed my brother to the front.” ow, Raths….

“For her, the wrong son returned home.” seriously wtF

Elisabeth’s horrified eye-widen here is just, saaaaaame

seriously Gereon what the Fuck! how are you functioning. well, I mean I guess we can see the answer to that: barely, in fact

I caaaaaan’t, it’s the Jänickes!

they are SO CUTE, I WEEP. I’ve never seen a depiction of someone being So Frustrated as a way to show how much they love people! it’s so endearing. his tired bedhead and his parents just *beaming* at him. in all the shows I watched last year this scene has to be the most instantly effective at making me fall utterly, ride-or-die in love with a character/character set. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JÄNICKES, 😭MG

y’know what, I’ll offer you this tip for free, secret revolutionary groups: don’t TATTOO yourselves all with the same symbol! don’t do that!

Babylon Berlin Beblogging Masterpost

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I like all T6 jerseys except the white one, I know it looks more fun but I’m not a fan of the detailing on the fabric😬.

Hey don’t worry about the T6 at least they’re not buffalo- 3rd with 3 games in hand is good. And damn I didn’t know they played today I would’ve watched 😂🤦‍♀️.also y’all are the second cleanest team in the leauge keeping them PIMs low 😂✌🏻🤦‍♀️

I get u, I really wanna get a collection of international hockey jerseys bc I like international jerseys (I have two England football ones cause it was last seasons and cheap 😂🤷‍♀️ and a team GB hockey one that someone comments on every time I wear it )

Omg I love my pou jersey, I’d wear it more but I’m clumbsy and it’s white soo 😬. Also yes play hockey mate it’s so fun! Like I’ve made some of my best mates at hockey and it’s a fun sport to play cause its easy to be annoying and when moves go well for u i think it looks coolest out all sports (again I’m bias but🤷‍♀️😂) What footy ones do you have? And ong yes I like the Netherlands one too I was gonna buy it but it was Like £60 so that’s too expensive. Also yes I agree Norway ❤️ keep at it with those jersey designs your smashing it! (The hockey one is cool too it has a bear on it!)

Barca’s is cool too! I like PSGs too that’s cool !

That’s pretty cool that you learn it (also a bit baffling to me cause in England it’s like we don’t get taught it you just hear it like 3 times and you just try sing along cause there’s not many verses (usually like filled with going duh duh duh duh)- though apparently there’s a long version. Also the French thing is cool, you have a bilingual one too right? They play that sometimes at Habs games so I sorta know how to sing that even if I don’t know what the words mean 😂🤷‍♀️. And Ayo you go the best alto!! (I have no clue what that means (plz explain if u want ?😂😬but I’m very proud :) )

Yeah that’s fair , I’m so used to my teammates and friends yelling let’s go boys or like come on boys it Blanks in my head on being anything except like a nickname or something 😂 like I swear it’s in my mixed team where I hear lads and ladies (cause there’s me and like 2/3 other girls ) and then in my womens team we’ll get called boys /guys/lads (except one of the (player) coaches who calls us girls) (sorta off topic but also tbf when I’m talking to teammates who I’m like dead good mates with well use affectionate swearing names (I don’t wanna swear but u know what I mean?)which generally aren’t gendered ?) Also I forgot that guys was a gendered term like what? I need to stop using Random nicknames.

The new Canada ones are cool but there’s defo stuff that can be done, like copy the England away one with roses and do maple leafs or something , or like a faint map of Canada in the jersey or something. Baseball jersey look cool but can’t say I’ve seen any, which is your fave ?

I’ll try find you a link with a pic of jerseys (cause I am a jersey nerd and will happily chat about them and chirp them for ages 😂😂)but pics from games in the iihf may be your best bet 😬

Can I just say again how bad the us jerseys are again like omg who designed it?!

🏒 sorry for the ramble ( and dw about replying/ time it takes to reply, life is busy and hard so I get it 😁)

GASP I like the white one!! I get what you mean, I just like it because it’s the one that looks the most like the physical embodiment of Canadian Tire, I swear I’m not obsessed with Canadian Tire I just like the aesthetic😂

I know that they’re in a good spot but after the last game 😬 they played BAD in the second game against Boston 8-2 it was, as kaylyn kyle put it, embarrassing, I just need them to figure it out for the next game pls

We’ve also kept a 100% penalty kill 🥰 (unless that changed I can’t remember if Boston scored on a power play or not but even if they did only letting in one pp goal is very good)

The only problem with me and hockey is….. I can’t skate I know shocker that a Canadian can’t skate but it’s true, street hockey tho 👀 or perhaps mini sticks 👀 me and my brother used to play street hockey and mini sticks when I was growing up he’d let me win cuz I was 6 and he was 14

I have ona batlle and Alessia russo united jerseys and I’m hoping to get a Jen Beattie Arsenal one, but I also have a lot of ones that I played in like for each of my teams, but none of them have my name on them because my teams weren’t paying extra for the fancy stickering just the number for us (I was number 5 mostly but I was 7 once)

I would love a barca jersey!! They’re so ugly I 🥰

Yeah there’s the bilingual version I like that one cuz I know those French parts the best 😂

As for all the band stuff, in a band you usually have more than one instrument so you normally have one, for example, one alto (or two depending) playing the alto melody parts and another playing the harmony, the harmony is easier because it’s less complicated and uses simpler notes, so first alto music is the melody and second is the harmony so the best alto in your band would get first and the other would get second and I was the best alto after the seniors graduated so I played first a lot like almost every time I was on first unless I was covering another part, because in a school band you’re not going to have enough of every instrument so if you can spare one from somewhere else then you get them to cover the other parts, and since I was always good, I could learn a song using the alto parts and then two weeks before the concert be given trumpet or clarinet or flute parts transcribed for alto and learn them in 3 days, where the other altos would struggle because they would get too used to the alto parts and couldn’t switch to cover other parts, but whenever my teacher put me on second alto I was livid because I’m the better alto I don’t squeak I don’t not play parts I think are too hard I don’t mess up and then not play for 10 bars I power through give me first alto!! It was a consolation that she gave me 2 solos that concert and didn’t give the other alto any I loved solos I always volunteered to do a solo

And yeah like always I just say guys, like when I played I’d just say come on guys or great work guys, and on mixed teams coaches just said guys it wasn’t a thing it was just guys, but yeah I call my friends swear word nicknames too but it’s like I call them a bitch (affectionate) you know I don’t mean it in a bad way and they get that like I wouldn’t just walk up to a stranger and swear at them but with people I’m close to I’m like hey *bleep* and it’s cool

Well I don’t really like any baseball teams but the jays so I’ll just tell you my favourite jays jerseys

The og white one and baby blue jerseys are like classic jays you know they’re the og

But I do like the 97/98 jerseys but I feel that no one else likes them but they were sick

They got a new logo in 2004 which was fine at the time but now it’s lowkey kinda weird so at the time I liked the 2004-2011 jerseys but now I don’t

But I like their new ones, the new blue jerseys are the best I like them a lot I love the baby blues

(Also side note one jersey I would love is a Roy halladay jays one he was my idol growing up I was so upset when he died, I’m still upset about it I cry whenever I think about him but he meant so much to me)

LETS END THIS ON A HAPPIER NOTE

Yeah honestly how is the us not embarrassed to wear that?? How do you wear that and say wow I’m so glad I’m American how do you face your opponents in those?? 😂

[autumnandhotchocolate]

OMG THIS SECOND PART WAS SO GOOD WOAH SO MUCH HAPPENED- first of all makki bullying teasing oikawa Is so funny, I swear he was a tyrant and now suddenly he’s cute and funny and seems like the good guy👁👄👁 like wot- I mean he’s most definitely better than bokuto I guess, AND IWAIZUMI IS SO SEXC I LOVED EVERY PART WITH HIM IN IT💕💕💕💕💕💕 but damn he’s so loyal to oikawa, the dedication damn ok. And when oikawa was like ‘I’d rather have your blood staining my garments and splattered on my dish than have anyone have a glance of your skin, my darling’ ❤️😳❤️ Ok👉👈 that’s hawt, though he didn’t have any qualms with sharing us with iwa so why’s he lying🤬🤬🤬

And lmfao oikawa telling makki he can’t have any cream puffs💀 their dynamic is so cute, I love it whenever people make fun of stinkykawa.

‘but his hand on his sword said he was ready to move had Oikawa’s screams joined yours’ woah he’s so dedicated to oikawa👁👁

and ugh they still put chains on us ): so mean and lmaoooo iwa telling is that oikawa is usually crying over girls skdjsksksksk

‘You make me sound like a tyrant! I’m a good king! [Y/N], am I a good king?’ IS HE SERIOUSLY ASKING US THAT???!!!!

‘Oikawa seems to notice you’ve stopped eating, ignoring the remarks from his court as he scoots his chair back. The action has you turning to him, only to have your body moving into his lap as you squeak. Your noises have attention on you as Oikawa cages you in his arms. “You need to eat, you know‘— AKDJSKSKSJSKS THIS PART WAS VERY CUTE🥺 wanna sit in oikawa’s lap👉👈

‘Lies. Your stomach is growling,” he puts potatoes on his spoon and holds it up. “Say ‘ah’.

“I’m not a—” he shoves the spoon in your mouth, humming in satisfaction as his hand holds over your mouth. If you had an ounce of common sense, you’d swallow and not spit. Risking a beating or worse over eating isn’t worth it’

LMAO PLZ THIS WAS CUTEEEE ZKZKSKXK

‘Good girl, look at you,” he coos, giving you another spoonful. “Eating so much,”— WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE WE’RE A BABY💀 BUT I LIKE IT👉👈

‘He got weirder,” Hanamaki chimes in’— makki’s not wrong lmao

‘Makki, hush. She’s enjoying it, aren’t you?” You don’t respond, simply looking at him. “That look says yes,”

“Actually, how-” he cuts you off with more food in your mouth. He seems so happy, stuffing your face with food. It’s almost the only thing you’re focusing on, had it not been for the chains and the men talking around you’ THE WAY I KEPT REREADING THIS PART SKSJSJSJS UGH OIKAWA IS SO CUTE AND ANNOYING

‘Matsukawa’s voice, once more, catches your attention. “Wish that was you, huh? Need someone taking care of our big, strong captain?” He makes a heart with his fingers, with Hanamaki doing the same beside him.

“As if. If anything, Oikawa needs to be fed properly because he’s always off doing something weird,” Iwaizumi retorts. His eyes occasionally glance at the two of you, his eyes catching yours.’ —😳👉👈 damn are we gonna get some iwaoi x reader action?😫

‘Oh yeah, earlier Oikawa was fixing his hair in the mirror before going down to the dungeons. Making strange poses, like this,” Hanamaki tries to demonstrate, puckering his lips and winking while pointing at you. You giggle at his pose, although Oikawa seems to be fuming. “Or like this,” he winks and holds up a peace sign, putting the other hand on his hip. “It’s quite disturbing, actually.” LMAO PLZ OF COURSE OIKAWA WOULD SKSJSKSKS

‘Iwaizumi sports a small smile, but he hides it by chewing on his food’ LET US SEE THAT PRETTY SMILE IWA🤬🤬🤬

and wow we actually started getting along with oikawa and venting to each other😳 romantic💕💕💕

and wow oikawa really said some facts about bokuto, I didn’t expect bokuto to be a bigger tyrant than oikawa. But I’m still suspicious of oikawa👁👁 BUT WHEN HE ASKED US TO TAKE HIS HAND OMGGGG😳😳😳 WE’RE GOING TO MARRY HIM AND BE HIS QUEEN???!!! Wow🥺💕

and wow this time he actually asks permission before having sex with us😦😦😦

‘I’m a respectful man! I wouldn’t look at a lady and my future queen with such indecency,” he says, only go and try to wake up Oikawa with closed eyes.’ — LMAO MAKKI IS HILARIOUS PLZ I LOVE HIM

And then the banquet, omg we were actually going to be face to face with bokuto, is oikawa just trying to taunt bokuto cause he knows we’re on his side now

‘Oikawa, shouldn’t you focus on expanding territory or a political gain over love?” Ushijima interjects. His booming voice startles his queen, which prompts him to lay his hand on her head and apologise’— ushi x yachi is actually very cute, aw he cares about her

‘The point is, I’ll marry who I want to marry and I chose to marry this woman. She will be my bride and give me an heir. That is final.’ 🥺💕

AND NO NOT BOKUTO FINDING US ALONE NOOOOO

As The Sun Sets

King!Oikawa x assassin!prisonser!reader

Warnings — implied noncon, implied smut, trauma and traumatic pasts, Bokuto’s back, Kuroo x Alisa ship, Ushijima x Yachi ship, chains, collar, leash, not pet play, I wrote this and haven’t looked over it since I wrote it so read at your own risk, implied past abuse, alcohol (champagne), arguments, cheating.. kind of

The loud noises around you never stopped; the switching of guards at every 6th hour, the occasional thief thrown into a cell near you and leaving within the same day after Kyōtani disciplined them, it never stopped. Each and every day, you’d sit down in the cell and wish Oikawa would instead cut off your arms and legs instead of his harsh touches and never ending conversation. Time had passed to the point, you weren’t sure if your own kingdom was waiting for your arrival back home, perhaps Bokuto actually spent time with his own queen.

Your thoughts were cut off by the familiar click of heels on the marble stairs. The time of arrival of Oikawa was sooner than expected, your dead eyes looking up to meet his bright and cheery ones. “How’s my favorite captive?”

“You seem awfully chipper. Is it time for my daily lashings?”

“Someone’s masochistic,” he shoots back, his grin turning to a smirk, before it washes off. “No lashings tonight.. if you’re good. I have a special dinner planned and you’ll be accompanying me as a plus one. It’s just me and my court, no one special,” he’s cut off by Hanamaki slapping his shoulder. “Okay, mostly nobody special. Just a dinner and then we can explore the castle. If you’re bad, however,”

“I’m sure Iwaizumi and Hanamaki would have me dead before I dared to lay a hand upon your precious skin,” you quickly reply. Oikawa seems to smile at that, enjoying your awareness of the situation. “That or I’ll be forced back into my place with an audience, which is it?”

“I’d rather have your blood staining my garments and splattered on my dish than have anyone have a glance of your skin, my darling,”

“That’s gross,” Hanamaki cuts in. Oikawa gives him a look, but he just shrugs. “I’m sorry, but you’re kind of weird. Do I need Iwaizumi to smack some sense into your head?”

“Can he even handle a smack from Iwaizumi? That guys had biceps the size of my head,” you interject, reveling in the pout on Oikawa’s face.

“If he holds back, yeah Oikawa can handle it. Then again—”

“Both of you, quit it! Formal invitation to a dinner with me, I’ll pick you up before the dinner. And Makki,”

“Yes, my king?”

“No cream puffs for you!”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

Oikawa and Hanamaki left right after, but their retreating footsteps made your chest ache. It’s better to be with someone, even if it’s the people you hate, you conclude. Hanamaki makes you laugh occasionally, usually with his quick retorts to Oikawa. Even when Kindaichi comes down, he’s actually talking to you when he delivers your food. Kunimi disapproves of it, but he doesn’t do anything. Kyōtani and Yahaba are still distant, but that’s expected when they have a stick up their asses. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi are hardly down here, but Iwaizumi is usually accompanying Oikawa for his late night activities. He never looks at you, turning to stare at the other side of the dungeon or leaving the dungeon completely while you suffer. Although he left the dungeons in the beginning, now he mostly stayed back to stare at the wall.

You wonder if it’s because his moral compass wants to help you. Oikawa invited him to join, but it was quickly turned down, claiming there was no joy in torturing prisoners more than necessary. Although he was always there and never talked to you, he was close to Oikawa. He didn’t stay down in the cells to hear your screams, but his hand on his sword said he was ready to move had Oikawa’s screams joined yours. Your restraints prevented your hands from doing damage, but he’s well aware your legs and mouth are able to do a bit of damage.

Laying in the cell, you watched as the guards switched. Kunimi and Yahaba were switched to Kindaichi and Kyōtani, complete opposites. Kyōtani was more animalistic than you originally thought, going off instincts first and he had sensitive hearing, eyes glancing to your form whenever you shifted. Kindaichi was there to make sure Kyōtani didn’t do anything he’d regret, that’s all. But you wouldn’t make any unnecessary movements.

Though the wait eats you up inside.

It is what feel like hours before the Oikawa comes down, the sun lowering itself in the sky as orange rays lay across your face. Oikawa clears his throat, disturbing your peaceful nap. “Time to get dressed. Hope you can walk.” Two handmaidens enter the cell, one holding a gorgeous aqua blue dress and the other holding silver accessories. Hanamaki is down there with him, ready to attack should you make a move. The diamond shackles come off, you releasing a sigh once your wrists are freed from the heavy confines.

Oikawa doesn’t seem scared, even as he stands beside you while his handmaidens strip you and dress you up. Your wrists ache and your legs are unstable, finding the lack of shoes to be a blessing in this state. The blue gown is not too elegant, but it’s strange to be in such a formal gown when your position in the kingdom is below a commoner. Silver accents line the bodice and litter the skirt, with some being simple sparkles while others shape into different flowers. Fabric is simple, mostly tulle as it feels lightweight and easy for your weakened body to handle. Oikawa himself places the remaining silver accessories to complete the outfit — the chains. Shackles are clasped to your wrists, leading to a silver collar that is secured into place. There’s another chain leading from the collar, but the end of it is a sapphire gem, secured in a diamond crystal. Extravagant and unnecessary, but Oikawa drops the crystal and you fall down with it, unable to hold your body weight up.

“Fantastic, everything’s in order,” he says. You growl as you try to get up, but the crystal keeps you from going too far. Oikawa picks it up and gently ushers you out of the cell, dismissing the handmaidens. He walks beside you, making sure you’re able to walk comfortably, with Hanamaki trailing behind. Supporting your weight as he guides you up the stairs and lets you go at your own pace. The cold marble on your bare feet is almost burning, but the ache in your legs is from not using them for so long. The chains don’t help, adding weight to your body while Oikawa holds the end of the metal leash in his hand. It’s a struggle to get up the stairs.

Making it above the dungeons, you’re practically hissing at the brightly lit corridor. Every nook and cranny is well lit, with soldiers standing guard few in between. One soldier gets your attention, however, who has a familiar frown you’re usually only blessed to see under glimmering crystal light. Iwaizumi comes over and nods, sending Hanamaki away and down the corridor, leaving the three of you alone. “I’m sure you remember Iwa-chan,”

“Yeah, he’s always down with you. I remember him,”

“Well, this time, you’re seeing him in a new light. He’s my guard and my best friend, so enjoy the new side of him while you can,” Oikawa speaks as if he’s talking to an old friend, waving his hands around as he leads you down the corridor. The aqua colored curtains and silver items seem to bring more light into the castle than before, even as the sun takes its final breath over the horizon and plunges the world into darkness. “You should take this opportunity to ask questions, my dear,”

“Iwaizumi, will you kill me?”

“Not unless Oikawa commands it,” he’s quick to reply, as if he was expecting it. You sigh and shrug.

“Okay, fair. Why do you stick with Oikawa?”

“We grew up together. Our fathers were friends, so it was only common sense for us to be so close. I’ve seen him in every kind of situation you can imagine. He’s usually crying over a girl, though,”

“Iwa-chan! You can’t be mean to me when we have a guest!” Oikawa immediately whines, covering your ears as if you can’t hear them still. “I’m the king, I don’t cry!”

“No offense, my Lord, but you cried when you tried to drink coffee in front of Lady Kiyoko, only to then sputter and cough because it was too bitter. She downed hers black and you requested hot chocolate. With extra milk.”

“Iwa-chan!”

“Oh, we starting early?” Another familiar voice spoke. Oikawa’s hands fell from your ears and you looked at Matsukawa. He’s as tall and imposing as the day he caught you running from the throne room. “Nice to see you’re still thriving. How are you?”

“I’d be better if I wasn’t caught by a horse,” you smirk, moving to cross your arms when the chains clink and stop you. “Suffering by the hands of your king, but still alive,”

“I’m sorry, but that’s a precaution,” he finishes, patting your cheek before turning to Oikawa. You have half a mind to try and punch him but Iwaizumi’s hand falls on your shoulder. “Everyone else is seated, my Lord. Is there anything you request?”

“Have Watari sitting next to [Y/N]. She should be close to someone nice,” Oikawa commands. The doors open after he speaks, Matsukawa holding the door open as he urges the group inside. Oikawa tugs you forward, with Iwaizumi following right behind you. Watari stands from his chair, bowing to you in a brisk meeting before pulling out your chair.

“Oh, thank you, Watari,” you bow to him. Oikawa seems to have his eyes fixated on you as you settle into the table. Looking around, you seem to notice how everyone seems stunned by your arrival, but their eyes seem to be trailed to the chains and collar.

Oikawa settles down next to you, clearing his throat. Holding up his glass, full of a shimmering golden liquid, he encourages everyone to do the same. The chains clink together, but you manage a weak hold on the glass, getting Oikawa to smile. “Tonight, let us toast to those who have lost their lives and those who have joined us. With that, we shall discuss the topic of the evening: the impending threat from Nekoma and Fukurōdani.”

“Eh?” You squeak out, drowned out in the cheers from the men around you. Oikawa gently clinks his glass against yours, putting your hand down after. You lean closer to him to whisper in his ear, “should I leave? This shouldn’t involve me,”

“Oh, don’t worry. Any news spoken of will never reach their walls. You’re stuck with me,” he chirps, patting your head before turning to Iwaizumi. “Any updates, Captain?”

“A group of ten went into the forest and only two came back. They’re being treated for trauma, but they won’t speak of much besides the ‘monsters in the forest’ and ‘they’re gonna die soon’, so we don’t have much.”

“I didn’t know Oikawa’s face was in the Dark Forest. Guess Lady Kiyoko showed it around town,” Matsukawa snickers at Hanamaki’s comment, who is grinning at a glaring Oikawa. “Speaking the truth, my liege,”

“We should decree a law where you don’t say the truth unless asked, Makki. You’re much to comfortable with loose lips,”

“Well, then who’s going to tell you you’re being weird or annoying? Matsukawa, would you?” He turns to the man sitting next to him, who has a large piece of meat stuffed in his mouth. He bites down and drops it, in a rather inelegant manner.

“I could never come up with good things like you. How ever would the castle live in Oikawa was unrestrained in his rule, never to be stopped?” He dramatically sighs, an eye opened to glance at a fuming Oikawa.

“You make me sound like a tyrant! I’m a good king! [Y/N], am I a good king?” With eyes on you, you pause in your eating of the mashed potatoes. Looking at him with no emotion whatsoever, you reply.

“You tie me up and force me in chains. Do you really want my opinion? If you’re looking to a prisoner to be on your side, I have a feeling you’re below a-” yet you stop, seeing Iwaizumi’s eyes boring into yours. “Below a tyrant, but not quite the kings I’ve come across.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he nods, sitting back down. “Anyways, Nekoma and Fukurōdani will be hard pressed to reach if we can’t bypass the Dark Forest,”

“Kuroo and Bokuto.. they’re strong, but are they smart enough to know we’re infiltrating?” Yahaba asks, downing the last of his champagne.

“We could ask Ushiwaka,” Matsukawa suggests, but it’s quickly overruled by Oikawa’s firm ‘no’. “With all due respect, you’re allies with Shiratorizawa. Use it to your advantage?”

“Ushiwaka bested Oikawa’s army and they signed a treaty to be allies so Aoba Johsai wouldn’t fall,” Kunimi interjects. “Why would Oikawa-sama want to call on him for help?”

“Because we keep losing soldiers? Let’s have the Shiratorizawa soldiers die at the hands of forest ‘monsters’ instead of our own,” Matsukawa said as if it was obvious. The talk of the allegiance between the kingdoms was good news. News you could take and run with. Not only that, Oikawa confirmed that he is looking to go to Fukurōdani and is going into the Dark Forest. This is vital information.

Now only if you could leave.

The bitterness of those words evaporates your appetite, you setting your cutlery down as you stare at the unfinished food. It’s the first real food you’ve gotten since coming here, yet you no longer want it. Oikawa seems to notice you’ve stopped eating, ignoring the remarks from his court as he scoots his chair back. The action has you turning to him, only to have your body moving into his lap as you squeak. Your noises have attention on you as Oikawa cages you in his arms. “You need to eat, you know,”

“I’m.. I’m not hungry,”

“Lies. Your stomach is growling,” he puts potatoes on his spoon and holds it up. “Say ‘ah’.”

“I’m not a—” he shoves the spoon in your mouth, humming in satisfaction as his hand holds over your mouth. If you had an ounce of common sense, you’d swallow and not spit. Risking a beating or worse over eating isn’t worth it.

“Good girl, look at you,” he coos, giving you another spoonful. “Eating so much,”

“He got weirder,” Hanamaki chimes in. “Remember you have an audience, Oikawa,”

“Makki, hush. She’s enjoying it, aren’t you?” You don’t respond, simply looking at him. “That look says yes,”

“Actually, how-” he cuts you off with more food in your mouth. He seems so happy, stuffing your face with food. It’s almost the only thing you’re focusing on, had it not been for the chains and the men talking around you.

Matsukawa’s voice, once more, catches your attention. “Wish that was you, huh? Need someone taking care of our big, strong captain?” He makes a heart with his fingers, with Hanamaki doing the same beside him.

“As if. If anything, Oikawa needs to be fed properly because he’s always off doing something weird,” Iwaizumi retorts. His eyes occasionally glance at the two of you, his eyes catching yours.

“Oh yeah, earlier Oikawa was fixing his hair in the mirror before going down to the dungeons. Making strange poses, like this,” Hanamaki tries to demonstrate, puckering his lips and winking while pointing at you. You giggle at his pose, although Oikawa seems to be fuming. “Or like this,” he winks and holds up a peace sign, putting the other hand on his hip. “It’s quite disturbing, actually.”

“Oh, did he do the kissy face?” Matsukawa then winks and blows a kiss to you, who’s now fully laughing at their actions while Oikawa puts his face in your hair.

“I don’t do weird poses! I have to make sure I look elegant and kingly!”

“You act like a woman who’s never seen themself in a mirror, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi interjects. Oikawa then pouts, but you pat his arm. He seems hopeful when you do, but his eyes fall as you grin at him.

“You always look at yourself in the diamond bars, too. You love yourself that much? Narcissistic king,” you snicker. Oikawa’s jaw drops as Hanamaki and Matsukawa start to howl, as if you said the funniest thing ever. Iwaizumi sports a small smile, but he hides it by chewing on his food.

“Well, someone’s comfortable,” Oikawa pouts, but he keeps you on his lap. You’re no longer being fed by his hand, but he does take care to check if you’re still eating.

The dinner is mostly uneventful after that, turning into a mostly political discussion that involves Aoba Johsai’s army and possible future cooperation with Shiratorizawa. Oikawa keeps you secured, perfectly perched on his lap the entire time. Eventually, a guard comes in to interject, telling Iwaizumi that there’s a problem he needs to go oversee. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi leave, with the rest of everyone eventually being dismissed.

Oikawa takes you on a walk of his castle. With no other guards, you find yourself more open to talk and Oikawa opens more to you, encouraging your own tale in exchange for his. He takes you to his throne room, the place you two technically first met. He tells you about his father, how he brought him into the throne room for the first time to watch a petty thief beg for his life. A horrible story, one that makes you feel like you have to give him another story of your own. Torn between telling him your secrets and telling him nothing at all, you tell him your parents abandoned you at a young age.

“Both of them?” He asks. You nod, but his eyes show the sorrow you don’t feel. “You’ve been on your own for so long, not even a childhood friend?”

“One. We were close, but things changed as we got older. He.. changed. His mission was to protect and mine was to attack. Opposing sides, yet you’d think our friendship would outweigh that.” The tale is true, but elements are missing. Oikawa doesn’t pry, moving onto another topic. The trail down the corridor is familiar — back to the dungeons.

Oikawa comes and visits you at random times of the day, now. He offers his hand to take a walk around his castle and orders his handmaidens to dress you in some gown of his own choosing. Each walk breaks down more and more walls, soon enough you’re looking forward to talking to someone. Oikawa doesn’t pry more than he needs to, but he does encourage you to vent all you want. He’s there for you and your secrets are sealed behind tightly shut lips.

Your secrets are brisk, hardly showing too much vulnerability and brushing over the kingdom you’re from, or even what king you work for. Oikawa has an idea, but he doesn’t ask for you to go into any details. Oikawa tells you of his father and how he was cruel, saying only those who carried out his orders without questions were loyal. The ripe age of 16 wasn’t kind to Oikawa, having to wake up and find that the captain of the guard had poisoned the king, then himself. Iwaizumi was almost tried for treason, but he had been out on a mission with other soldiers and was pardoned per Oikawa’s request. They grew up together and Oikawa trusts Iwaizumi with his life, even if Iwaizumi shall turn on him one day.

It isn’t until the last walk do you spill the secrets and the names. Aoba Johsai’s garden is gorgeous, with blooming white and blue flowers, white marble fountains that hosts swans and other living creatures, frolicking in the crystal clear water. Oikawa makes it unbelievably awkward, with his constant closeness as he journeys with you around his garden. He brings up that his mother was beheaded before his eyes and his father told him that women are only meant for childbearing and are cruel creatures, only because she didn’t love his father. Oikawa has no Queen because he focused on growing and securing his kingdom, yet now he is expected to marry and have an heir by the end of the month. It isn’t harsh, it shouldn’t have broken you, but him settling on a bench in front of a red rose bush and crying has your walls shattering like glass.

“It was my mother’s favorite flower. That’s why I made so many blue and white flower bushes. This was the last thing she gave to me,” he had said, through his sobs. It was heartbreaking to see a prideful man cry in front of you, so you hugged him and told him the truth.

Your mission was to kill him under King Bokuto’s orders, sent as his personal assassin. You’re under his rule because you failed a previous mission. Finding comfort in Oikawa’s tragic past, finding it to be something nobody should carry alone, you console him. An assassin and a royal mistress for Bokuto, you abide by each one of his orders lest you find your own blade turned on you. Oikawa turns to hug you, letting you cry into his own chest and just sit in the garden, under the setting sun, ranting about anything and everything.

“Bottling things up isn’t good, you know. That’s why I have Iwa-chan. He seems mean, but he’s never once attempted to hurt me,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Bokuto seems like a tyrant,”

“He’s a good guy, he’s just... he’s the best warrior in the kingdom and prides himself on being the best king to live. He used to be cruel and merciless, but he has his moments. He can be soft and has his down moments, he just hides them behind closed doors. He was cruel to me, but he’s changed,” you try to reason, but Oikawa looks at you. “Really.”

“What would you get if you killed me? Let me guess, freedom? He would let you go? After you killed the king with security tighter than his? If you managed to kill me, you wouldn’t make it past the entrance of my castle,” the confirmation of accepting a doomed mission is bitter in your mouth. “You’re valuable. Bokuto wouldn’t just let you go like that. He’s not planning to give you freedom,”

“No, that’s— that’s wrong, he promised-”

“But I can offer you salvation. It’s not freedom, you’ll be stuck here, but you’ll be able to be free of Bokuto’s clutches. Will you take my hand?” Oikawa leans back, showing you his hand. Looking st you, you don’t move.

“What.. what is it?”

“Be my queen, [Y/N]. Bokuto can’t reach you if you’re here with me. Can you honestly tell me you want to go back?”

The thing is, you can’t. Taking his gloved hand, he brings you into his embrace and presses his lips to yours. For the first time, your hands clutch his shirt and you kiss him back.

It’s only a promise in the garden, yet the next morning, you find yourself in Oikawa’s bed, laying next to the naked king. It’s a strange thing to wake up to, but Hanamaki is entering the room shortly, quickly covering his eyes. “I saw nothing,”

“Hanamaki, not to be rude but, you’ve seen me change like 20 times. Why the hell are you turning away?”

“I’m a respectful man! I wouldn’t look at a lady and my future queen with such indecency,” he says, only go and try to wake up Oikawa with closed eyes. His words stun you, having the previous night really settle in and Oikawa actually asking for your permission before indulging in your body. Then the questions pops into your head, remembering Oikawa’s offer. A look at your hands — chains are gone and a silver ring with sapphire is on your finger. That settles that dilemma.

“I’m up, I’m up! What is it?!” Oikawa shouts, popping up from his cocoon. Hanamaki sighs, eyes still closed.

“I know you had a busy night, seeing as we could hear you, but you have responsibilities. Tonight is the banquet with the other kings. News of you getting a queen spread like wildfire, so they’ll probably want to deal with that before anything else,” Hanamaki explains. Then he points in your direction, though it’s at the wall. “And you need to be ready for their onslaught of questions. These kings prefer political marriages over marriages of love, so you need to know how to defend yourself.”

“No need. They wouldn’t dare ask her any questions if I’m taking care of them. I’ll be down shortly, let me dress.” Hanamaki bows and leaves, letting you heave a sigh as the door clicks shut. “Don’t worry, my dear. Bokuto won’t be able to lay a finger on you.”

“Bokuto’s going to be there?! He probably thinks I’m dead, Oikawa!” You panic, getting out of the bed to dress yourself. “I can’t— Kaori will be there too, yes? I can’t do that,”

“You’re untouchable, completely safe in my arms,” he’s behind you, hugging you close. “I’ll have you seated beside me and put Ushiwaka’s queen next to you. She’s harmless and sweet, you’ll be fine. Bokuto will look, but not touch. Trust me.”

Trust him, you do. As the day passes, you’re thrown into different outfits and putting on heels that make your feet hurt. Your hair is done elegantly, as if you haven’t been living in a dungeon for almost two months. Make up is done to make your face look a bit more lively, compared to the dead inside look you normally have. By the time Oikawa sees you again, it’s time for the dinner. You’re brought to the doors of the dining hall, listening to the chatter from inside. Bokuto’s voice is loud and clear, making your insides churn. But Oikawa is right next to you, smiling and letting your hand rest of his arm. Iwaizumi announces the two of you and lets you both walk in.

Avoiding Bokuto’s eyes, you settle down in the chair, but you feel him staring at you. Kaori has a small gasp that is quickly overlooked, but you’re sure it’s because of you. Ushijima and Kuroo seem to be on edge, but another king you don’t know of seems at ease. Oikawa settles down and clears his throat, requesting the food to be served.

“Oikawa, what is this?” Bokuto speaks through gritted teeth, yet his eyes are on you. Oikawa grins, holding your hand for him to see. “She doesn’t look like anybody we know about.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, Bokuto-san,” Oikawa begins, ready to spin the tale of your meeting together. “We met as she was tending to my garden. She would offer me an ear and listen, then I would listen to her troubles. Soon enough, we were both falling in love. She told me her family is going to have to move soon and I offered her a reason to not leave. Her position is but a commoner, yet I love her as if she was royalty,”

“Oikawa, shouldn’t you focus on expanding territory or a political gain over love?” Ushijima interjects. His booming voice startles his queen, which prompts him to lay his hand on her head and apologize. “If you want love, there are mistresses you can take up,”

“Yeah, Oikawa, love isn’t the reasons we get married. You have options, you know? Some nobody gardener isn’t worth it,” Bokuto’s words cut deep, even if they’re based on the lie spun. Kuroo interjects, before Oikawa can say anything.

“I don’t see a problem. I married my queen for love, so it shouldn’t be a big deal?” He tries to ease the tension, smiling warmly. Bokuto’s quick to create more tension.

“Kuroo, you married Lady Alisa because you expanded your territory to the Northern continent and gained three new ports. Love or not, she came with political advantages,”

“Ushiwaka, didn’t you marry for love, too? Yacchan didn’t have much political gain, the Princess of a kingdom in the southern isles. You got a port and some handful of new citizens, not that great,” Oikawa says, folding his hands and smiling at Ushijima. Yachi mumbles to herself and twiddles her thumbs, but doesn’t do much else. You pay her arm and smile, trying to make her less uncomfortable.

“To be fair, unless you go to another continent, there aren’t any women who can stand up to the challenge of being a queen,” the strange king says, then gestures to his queen. “Mai was given to us as an offering by the previous Dateko tribe,”

“Futakuchi, I don’t think that counts as either political nor romantic reasons for marriage,” Oikawa says, but quickly dismisses it. “The point is, I’ll marry who I want to marry and I chose to marry this woman. She will be my bride and give me an heir. That is final.”

Nobody speaks against him, but the seriousness of the situation has you feel queasy. Leaning over to Oikawa, you tell him you’re not feeling good. “Iwa-chan, take my queen-to-be to her room, she isn’t feeling well,”

“Yes, your majesty,” he bows and helps you out of the chair. Guiding you out of the room, you take a quick glance to Bokuto, seeing him still watching you. It makes you feel even worse. The doors shut behind you and Iwaizumi leans down to whisper to you. “Do I need to walk you to your room or do you need fresh air?”

“Some fresh air, please. I don’t really want to go back,” You mutter. Iwaizumi nods, then gives you directions to the garden. “Thank you, Iwa-chan,”

“Don’t push your buttons,” he growls out, waiting for you to leave before entering the room again. Seeing as you’re mostly alone, you sigh and take in shaky breaths. You’ve never felt so helpless before, unable to do anything or save your pride. Kaori and Bokuto expected you to be dead, not sleeping with Oikawa. But now they— no, he knows. He will find you and use honeyed words to bring you back, but you must be strong.

A throat cleared behind you has you whirling around. Expecting someone you’re familiar with is a given, but you didn’t expect to see Bokuto standing at the entrance. “Hello, my little bird,”

“Go away, Bokuto. I don’t want to deal with you,”

“I told you to kill Oikawa, not sleep with him. Now you’ll be his queen? Do you not want your freedom? Or is this an elaborate plan?” His arms are wide as he moves towards you. You back up, watching his face drop and pout. “Not a plan, is it?”

The lack of care in his words make you think he’s gotten rid of any guards nearby. Deciding your life is better than telling the truth, you lie. “I’ll come back. I got caught my first day, so I need to wait for an opportunity.”

“That’s my girl,” he’s close enough to hug you, pressing your body close against his. “I’ve missed this. You next to me. Me inside of you,”

“That’s vulgar and very gross, sir,” you cringe. He laughs, but it’s short. Then, he’s tilting your head up by your chin. “Boku-” he cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his tongue against your lips. Wanting him to leave you alone as soon as possible, you let him kiss you and bury your fingers into his sleeves. His grip on you tightens, a growl from his throat as he lets his hands brush against your ass. Feeling his intentions go beyond a simple kiss, you retreat and look away so he doesn’t pout. “Not here. Not now. You have to wait.”

“Then I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you to be with me once more and I await the news of King Oikawa’s lifeless body. Remember what I can give you. Oikawa wouldn’t grant you freedom, only I can,” he murmurs the last bit in your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell before leaving. The wind blows as you retreat further into the garden, feeling your cheeks wet with tears.

With only the sun setting as your companion, you find yourself wondering if you made the right choice.

[thenitneverhastoend]

1-30

Oh goodness okay Here we go

1. Current favorite song: Wanna be Missed by gay jesus (Hayley Kiyoko) 🤟🏻

2. A song that used to be my favourite but now I don’t like: That bloody fireflies one, nope no thanks 😠

3. A song that used to be my favourite and I still like: Hoedown throwdown Ofc 👏🏻

4. A song that im embarrassed to like: I’m not really embarrassed by any songs I like tbh….

5. A song that reminds me of another period in my life: Figures by Jessie Reyez 🖕🏻

6. A song that reminds me of a place I’ve been: Vienna by Billy Joel 🚇

7. A song from a genre I don’t usually listen to: Bored to Death by Steve Aoki and Blink-182

8. A song I loved when I was a little kid:In The End by Linkin Park 😎

9. A song I loved 5 years ago: King for a Day by Pierce The Veil (ft Kellin Quinn)

10. A song that reminds me of my childhood: I Miss you by Miley Cyrus 😭

11. A song that reminds me of my best friend: Always Find Your Way Back Home by Hannah Montana ❤️

12. A song that reminds me of someone i hate: Can’t feel my face by The Weeknd 😣

13. A song that reminds me of my current partner/crush: I kinda hear him in all songs tbh, every song I think of him cause I’m a complete sap 🙈

14. A song that reminds me of an ex: Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer 😞

15. A song that makes me want to fall in love: Unchained Melody by the righteous brothers ❤️❤️

16. A song that makes me want to cry: either Undone by Haley Reinhart or I Don’t wanna love somebody else by A Great Big World

17. A song that makes me want to slay my enemies: Nobody Speak by Dj Shadow 🙌🏻😈

18. A song that I work out to: Dude I don’t work out… like… ever

19. A song that I’ve seen performed live: New Americana by Halsey

20. A song that I’ve listened to on repeat recently: Let me down by Jorja Smith and Stormzy😭🙌🏻

21. Too most played song on iTunes: I don’t know how to see this… sorry baby

22. A song that motivates me to work/helps me focus: Bagatelle No.25 in A minor 🎹

23. A song from the soundtrack of my favourite video game/movie/tv show: Twist and Shout by the Beatles

24. A song that I think is really overplayed: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

25. A song I listened to ironically but now genuinely love: Call me maybe by Carly Rae jepsen 📞

26. A song that reminds me of my fave fictional character: Forest fires by Axel Flovent 🎇

27. A song that best describes my personality: Lbh it’s probably I’m Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha

28. A song that represents my aesthetic: I’ve been told my aesthetic is a combo of Arctic Monkeys and Billie Elish so my two faves by them are Do I wanna know? And idontwannabeyouanymore

29. A song that cheers me up when I’m sad: What’s up? By 4 Non Blondes 🤟🏻🤟🏻

30. A song from a band I’ve grown up loving: Californication, Red Hot Chili Peppers Ofc👌🏻👌🏻

That was actually surprisingly difficult ngl Thank you for asking beautiful! Listen to these songs lads if ya haven’t yet 🙌🏻🙌🏻

[gotham--fc]

I think they play tonight at 7 et, it said on thier insta! (This is a lil late but we move)

True I don’t think Canada will get rid of the leafs but they need to make it cooler like. Split it into provinces and territories and have like a design or landscape. And I didn’t know you still see yourself as a colony I thought it was like we’re best mates 😂😂 I didn’t realise the commonwealth still see them selves as colonies 😂🤦‍♀️. I’d say GB should use thier coat of arms (maybe they should) but like the GB one is really nice, every time I wear it I get compliments on it 😂😂. I wanna collect more international jerseys tbf.

Oh yeah you gotta put the body on the line, I mainly did then cause I knew there was no way I could successfully poke check so I just took away where she was shooting 😂😂🤦‍♀️.

And no hockey Canada doesn’t it’s so sad cause they’d make a killing if they did cause you guys are a lot of peoples second fave national team after their own country.

Ooo I like that one but I’d get the black one bc black Canada jerseys ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Yeah I get you, I don’t really understand the whole anthem thing growing up not listening to it that much outside special occasions. Like I’ll be honest I don’t know it outside the main verse. And like cause I watch lots of hockey I know the Canadian one better than my own 😐😂-not the us one tho cause they don’t beat Canada when I watch 😤😤😂 and I stopped watching the GB v USA game as soon as the whistle went cause I don’t wanna see them cellying .

That’s sound I was just double checking. I’m fine with anything tbf, dude is fine. My hockey team (my womens one) all call each other boys, fellas and lads so I wanted to check cause I’m just so used to those terms being used like they’re neutral and they’re not and I forget that 😂😂🤷‍♀️.🏒

You’re so right they played tonight 😂 I am so busy with school I will not be able to watch them until whenever they play the us next, is it the 15th? Idk but whenever it is is the next time I can watch

Yeah like do something funky with the jerseys, like maybe they wouldn’t be so boring if the base colours weren’t just plain one colour you know? Have a multi colour jersey or have designs all around the jersey you feel? Like let’s step things up

We don’t technically still see ourselves as a colony but we’ve never really gotten real independence, like our head of state is still technically the queen, we have a Governor General to represent England, and (I’ve been learning about this forgive me) when we were a colony we were focused on exporting our natural resources to help with the empire and stuff and now we’re still only an exporting natural resources country like we haven’t tried to find something else and that’s why we’re never gonna stop using oil because it’s the one thing we still have to export (at least until the trees grow back in 50-100 years and we can cut them all down again)

Okay hockey Canada we need to have multiple chats then about how you’re handing the jersey sitch okay? And like not all Canadians live in Canada, people move but still wanna support, and there’s still non Canadians, like you said, that want a Canada jersey, smh hockey Canada smh

I do love a black jersey I think I’m drawn to white because I’m finally an adult which means my mothers ban on me owning white clothes has finally ended so now all I want is white 😂 (I got stains a lot as a kid it was a valid ban)

Oh I know all the words to oh Canada and the star spangled banner I almost know oh Canada in French too (the only french I know) and I can do parts of it in sign language, they made us learn it in French and English and sign language as kids but then they changed the signs for it so now I don’t know it all, oh! I can also play it on sax too

Oh yeah I feel that in my head everything’s gender neutral but then someone will be like can you not call me that and I’m like oh shit that’s a gendered work I’m so sorry, I should start calling everybody my homies or comrades or something 😂