#but so sooo tired of just smiling and nodding along when people are just so Wrong in my head

[tomboyyyaoi]

i just need trigun to be my own thing for a bit all my fav blogs are dead and the alive ones have some takes and interpretations i do not vibe with. im taking these dolls into my own corner for a min

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance Comment Special

Comment Special

            “Hello, everyone!” Mouse sat down at their desk—decorated comically with a variety of knick-knacks like a Spock ornament, crystals, and a pesto jar—and smiled at the audience reading this chapter. Hey, this might not be a TV interview, but they were going to have fun with it. “I got an ask on Tumblr a while ago from @digital-dumbass about letting Saiki and (Y/N) react to comments about them! For the sake of clarity, (Y/N) will be referring to themself as their codename that I give all my MCs. In this case, ‘Pink.’ ”

            “That is my color,” said Pink, smiling. “It fits Kusuo, too.”

            “I don’t need this attention. It’s bad enough you all follow me around,” said Saiki.

            “Well, Pink asked you to do this, so I know you’re going to,” said Mouse, smiling. “As @phasmatodea (Bug) said on Quotev, ‘the moment mc is involved he really is immediately willing to get into anything.’ ”

            “…It’s that obvious?” Saiki sighed.

            “Need more evidence?” said Mouse innocently.

            “No,” said Saiki.

            “Yes!” said Pink, already extremely entertained.

            “From @edelweiss80880 on Quotev,” said Mouse.

“Saiki gives:

‘saiki: if a pretty person ([pink]) disagreed with me i'd immediately change my views i have no principle [pink]: well, maybe you should have principles saiki: you're right maybe i should’ vibes”

            “Does he really go along with me so much?” said Pink.

            Mouse grinned. “Definitely.”

            “You know you don’t have to, Kusuo,” said Pink, looking at their boyfriend. “If you don’t feel comfortable doing something, I’d never make you.”

            “That’s why I do do things with you. I have the choice,” said Saiki. Respect was key.

            “Of course I’d give you a choice,” said Pink. “You’re a person. Everyone deserves that.”

            Saiki stared at them with his usual “wow I am so lucky they’re with me” expression.

“I feel like I should leave the room because you two are having a moment, but we’ve got more comments, so shall we continue?” said Mouse.

            “Oh, yeah! I’m really excited,” said Pink.

            “I bet you are,” said Mouse. “So, let’s start with Book 1, back when you two were hopelessly pining for one another and being idiots about liking each other.”

            “I don’t need to revisit this.” It was embarrassing enough to Saiki.

            “Come on, Kusuo,” said Pink, nudging his arm.

            “Fine,” said Saiki.

            “First up, from @phasmatodea—they always have such great comments, seriously—.”

“When did Saiki start noticing fashion outside of himself? When it was (Y/N) looking like a sweet, which Saiki liked just as much as he liked (Y/N).” CORNYYYYYY!!!!!!! (fuckifg love these guys 😕)

            “You think that about me?” Pink smiled at Saiki. “That’s so sweet, Kusuo. Pun intended.”

            “You’re special,” said Saiki, embarrassed.

            “Did people always notice how close we were?” said Pink.

            “Oh, yeah, definitely,” said Mouse. “Your favoritism for each other is incredibly obvious. And people got super tired, affectionately, of you two dancing around your feelings. Do you remember when you watch Pride and Prejudice?”

            Pink and Saiki nodded.

            “You two almost confessed but the oven went off with the cookies and people were sooo frustrated,” said Mouse. “Like @ Big-tiddy-goth on quotev.”

“ON MY KNEES PUNCHIMG THE GROUND NOOOOOOO.”

            “…Did we really almost confess?” said Pink.

            “Yeah, you two were just too oblivious to talk about it,” said Mouse. “Your obliviousness is honestly impressive. But you did eventually confess, and people loved it! From, @minty51698 on Quotev:”

“OMG FINALLY OMG OMG OMG OMG IM CRYING FINALLY DUDE FINALLY OMG”

            “This is humiliating,” said Saiki.

            “I was just as excited as they were,” said Pink, smiling. They looked at Saiki. “Getting to be with you is so amazing. I’m so glad we finally talked about how we felt.”

            “…Me, too,” said Saiki, gazing at them.

            “Saps,” said Mouse.

            “Shut up,” said Saiki.

            “Don’t play with me,” said Mouse. “Here is a comment from @digital-dumbass just for you, Saiki.”

“BRO IS DOWN BAD HORRENDOUSLY AND IM HERE FOR IT.”

            Saiki glared at Mouse.

            “Need more?” Mouse just grinned happily. “How about from @insleftdimple on ao3?”

“He's absolutely DOWN HORRENDOUS 💀💀 The word "simp" couldn't even encompass how far gone he is for [PINK] 🙏 (how I like my men fr)”

            Pink covered their mouth and laughed as Saiki sighed. None of his affection was going unnoticed.

            “Don’t pretend not to be a sap when you’re head-over-heels for Pink,” said Mouse.

            “I’m down bad for him, too!” said Pink, grinning. They held Saiki’s hand. “Just as much as Saiki likes me, I like him.”

            Saiki’s cheeks turned pink. “Yes.” He agreed to the declaration, the best he could do to say out loud that he really, really, really liked them. (The commenters were all completely correct).

            “Don’t we know it. We’ve seen your jealousy,” said Mouse. “As observed by @bladeswifesthings when Miko flirted with you both, Saiki got pretty protective.”

“ “too bad for her, there mine ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ” Heheeheheheehhehehe this is just so cute (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ I like kusuo like this 🫣”

            “You thought that?” A heavy blush appeared on Pink’s cheeks.

            “You’re my partner. Not hers,” said Saiki, just as fiercely as ever.

            “Yeah, but you understand the attraction,” said Mouse. “I mean, you even sympathize with people who might bet a crush on them. From @phasmatodea on Quotev again—wow, they are such a lovely commenter—”

“ ‘Saiki wasn't sure whether to be pleased or concerned that Teruhashi would get a crush on them. He would understand.’ atp i honestly don’t know if i aspire to find someone as down bad as him or be someone as down bad as him LMAO”

            “I’d rather she didn’t get a crush on them. That would be troublesome,” said Saiki.

            “Me and Kokomi?” Pink considered. “I don’t think we’d work out as a couple. I think Kokomi needs to be with someone who doesn’t just look at her appearance and sees her for who she is, but she first deserves friends who do that, and she has those! Hopefully that’ll show her that she has worth beyond her looks and then she’ll find someone to date for who they are, too.”

            “Can you expound on that?” said Mouse. “Plenty of people like your friendship and the way you’re friends with her even if she has a crush on Saiki.”

            “Oh, yeah, sure, she does, but it’s not real feelings,” said Pink. “It’s kind of like Kusuo wanting someone to treat him as a normal person.”

            Saiki’s head snapped towards them. They had seen through him like that?

            Pink continued without looking at him. “They’re both people who are different, and they both want to feel normal. Kusuo just is able to verbalize that. Kokomi hasn’t figured it out yet. That’s why she has a crush on Kusuo and he—and other people—think she might like me. She sees us treating her as a normal person should be treated—with respect and not just looking at appearances. But I think she’s going to figure out that she doesn’t need to be in a relationship with Kusuo or I. I mean, our friends find her pretty, but they still hang out with her like regular people. I think it’ll give her the validation of being worth more than her reputation and then she’ll get over her crush on Kusuo.” Pink smiled. “I’m just glad she’s my friend and is growing. She deserves self-esteem, and that comes from not just looks.” They shrugged. “And, obviously, it’s the same for Kusuo. He has abilities but should be treated as a normal person who is worth his personality, not his powers. They’re really quite similar.” Pink chuckled. “Different personalities but similar problems. I’m glad I am helping them. They deserve to be loved for who they are.”

            Honestly, Mouse could see hearts in Saiki’s eyes.

            “Oh, wow.”

            Pink looked at Saiki in surprise and turned bright red. “Kusuo?”

            “Ignore that,” said Saiki.

            “Too late,” said (Y/N). “People like @phasmatodea are literally thinking they should count your ‘oh, wow’s at this point.”

            “He says ‘oh, wow’ about me a lot?” said Pink, surprised.

            “Oh, yeah. In the words of @phasmatodea:”

“JJSKSJDJ i should start counting the “oh wow”s again honestly”

            “It got up to four in Book 1,” said Mouse.

            “They always manage to surprise me,” said Saiki. “They’re special.”

            “That’s so sweet,” said Pink, leaning in and kissing Saiki’s cheek. “I’m not that special, but I’m glad you like me.”

            “You are special,” said Saiki.

            “Oh, yeah, commenters would agree,” said Mouse. “I mean, people love you, Pink.”

            “Really? That’s so cool!” said Pink, brightening.

            “Your sarcasm, your insight about Teruhashi, all of it,” said Mouse. “@phasmatodea loves that you’re so cheerful even when things are going to hell.”

“man i love it whenever mc is all joyful during something serious like ‘that’s deeply concerning ^_^!!’ it makes me giggle”

            “I’m so glad I’m making people laugh,” said Pink. “I love doing it.”

            “I think @digital-dumbass’s comment about you really sums it up,” said Mouse.

“[Pink] IS THAT BITCH LETS NOT FORGET ✨💅✨💅✨💅”

            “You handle shit, you’re smart, you’re kind, and you’re strong,” said Mouse. “Saiki, you got lucky.”

            “I know,” said Saiki, gazing at Pink. He never wanted to lose them.

            “It’s me who got lucky,” said Pink. “He’s the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

            Mouse looked at them gazing at each other. “Wow, @phasmatodea really called it. You two ‘should just get married already [you] already act like [you] are LMAO.’ ”

            “Married?” Pink blushed. “I mean, we’re still in high school, but…I do really like Kusuo.” They looked at him. “I want to be with him as long as he wants to be with me.”

            “I wouldn’t want anyone else,” said Saiki, smiling slightly at he look at Pink. They grinned and leaned on his shoulder fondly.

            “Has your Mom talked you about the wedding, yet?” said Mouse with an impish grin. “ @yuuriisclumsy is right, I think, that she’s probably pestering you.”

            Saiki groaned. “Yare yare.”

            “Come on, tell the truth,” said Mouse.

            “…My family considers Pink a part of our family,” said Saiki.

            “Really?” Pink smiled. “That’s really sweet of them. I really like your family.”

            “All of them?” Saiki didn’t believe that was possible.

            “…Fine, Kusuke can be troublesome,” said Pink, shrugging.

            “But, still, as NeedleGoose on ao3 says,” said Mouse.

“[Pink] is accepted into Saikis family and truly just belongs there.”

            “You two are meant to be together,” said Mouse. “Honestly, I could flip through people gushing about you two forever. You’re really loved. You’ve made so many people happy—and jealous. What are your final thoughts?”

            “I love Pink. It has nothing to do with you. I just do,” said Saiki.

            “Aha, so all the times you’re head-over-heels, simping, and down-bad for them, it’s all-natural? No exaggeration? Good to know,” said Mouse, smiling.

            Pink chuckled and took Saiki’s hand. “I know he cares about me. I don’t need to hear him gush about it to understand. That’s what’s nice about being with him. I never doubt him.” They smiled at Saiki and then at Mouse. “As for everyone who likes us together, thank you so much! I’m hoping you all find such a great relationship with whoever you’re interested in. You all deserve love. And until then and even after, Kusuo and I are here to make you smile. Or, well, Mouse is.”

            “I am,” said Mouse. “That’s why I write what I write. And that’s why I’m so honored to get the comments I do. Thank you to everyone. Thank you to @digital-dumbass for this idea. Thank you Pink and Saiki for coming in to speak. And to everyone reading—thank you for being here.”

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[redr0sewrites]

I don't usually see him in that light but the fluffy vox headcannon was absolutely adorable and definitely a pleasant read. I'm not one to steal ideas but any chance of some Charlie comforting fluff at some point? Time with that cinnamon roll just seems perfect after a bad day.

ADJDHSHE TYYYYY!!! i had a bit of a shitty day today myself and i love charlie sooo yea ♥️

🥀Cw: none really, fluff, lil bit of angst to comfort

how does it feel to have the sweetest gf in the world?

seriously though, charlie cares about you so, so much. she's also pretty perceptive, maybe not incredible at reading people but emotionally intelligent enough to be able to tell when your upset. charlie is definitely very empathetic and once she knows someone well, she can tell how they feel very quickly. sometimes you won't even realize how upset you are until she asks you if you're okay, and the weight of the past day or so comes crashing down around you as you finally feel genuine comfort.

charlie is very cuddly, and when you're feeling down she's always willing to offer some hugs or affection of any kind. however, she's also very understanding in the case of you not wanting to be touched, and will offer to get some snacks and blankets and just sit together!

charlie is an amazing listener, always providing great advice and sweet solutions. you'll be laying with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair, rambling about your shitty day while she listens carefully, occasionally pausing to press a soft kiss to your forehead before you continue

charlie, like vox, would also be the type to sing to you when you're tired, or even dance with you after a long day. you both are definitely the type of couple to dance in the kitchen to soft music, and this often occurs unprompted. you'll be sitting, looking miserable and tried and charlie will scoop you up and pull you along until your both swaying to the rythm, and she'll twirl you and dance with you until giggles fill the room and a smile is on your face

YOU TWO DEFINITELY HAVE SPA DAYS TOGETHER!!! when you're overworked and exhausted she pleads with you to take the day off and you indulge, allowing yourself to be pampered by her. you guys will do facemasks, paint eachothers nails, do full skincare and haircare routines, everything! she'll even give you a massage, forcing you to relax. she truly does care about you more than anything

she def likes to talk to you about her day when you're too tired to rant, and she stays close to you when she knows that you're not feeling great. she doesn't want to be irritating, but she wants to let you know that she's there if you need her ♥️

overall, charlie is very caring and a TOTAL sweetheart when it comes toy our wellbeing. she genuinely cares so much about your feelings and you matter to her a lot, so she always wants to make sure your happy and content

"hey baby!! how are youuuu?" charlie grinned, opening her arms as you stepped inside the hotel. your smile didn't meet your eyes as you stepped into her embrace, leaning against her as she ran her hands through your hair. "m' fine," you murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you pull away. charlie arches a brow, not pausing for a second before scooping you up into her arms. "you don't look fine," she hums, carrying you towards your shared bedroom. "you need rest! you look exhausted- what did i say about pushing yourself too hard?"

you chuckle at her endearing tone, her nose always scrunched up when she ranted and you can't help but kiss her again. charlie flushes, entering your bedroom and dropping you unceremoniously onto the mattress. you grumble for a second as she joins you, wrapping herself in a blanket and grabbing some snacks from her nightstand. "lets just chill, we can watch a movie!" charlie offers excitedly, and you nod, relaxing against her. soon, you feel your eyelids start to droop as exhaustion takes over.

i am so tired and i feel like shit but i love herrrrrrrr!!! i need more reqs for the fem characters fr‼️ sorry this is so short i am very tired and i cant breathe through my nose and my throat and head hurts and i am Trying My Best

[endereies]

FUCK IT - MATT STURNIOLO - PART 8

Spotify Playlist:

Pairing: Matt x Oc

Contains: Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Requested?: no

Author's notes: sorry this took like two weeks to finish, school was stressing me out and i couldnt bring myself to write anything major sooo

Word Count: 2074

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

“Jesus Matt, what took you so lo- oh.” Chris turns to face me, meeting my exhausted expression as I rubbed my face. “Rough night?”

“Alyia and I were messaging all night; I think I slept…? Maybe an hour at best” My eyes immediately side eye Chris when I see him start to smirk at me. “Oh, shut up Chris. At least I’m talking to a girl”

“Nick is quick to stop our bickering by setting some food down in front of Chris and I, one by one. My body slumps down to the chair next to me, my head heavily hitting the pillow underneath me.

I raise an eyebrow to Nick, adjusting myself slowly in my seat.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t fucking burn it this time...” I smile to myself when I hear his sighs, tired of me bringing it up. Nick returns to the kitchen counter to get his own share of waffles, along with some syrup he had previously subsided for himself.

“So, what were you and Alyia chatting about?” Chris’s words emit around and mouth full of food, making me grimace before I think about my answer.

“Just, stuff I guess…nothing special.” An arm leans over my body to pick up a waffle that I then dip into some extra syrup that had dripped off.

“Don’t look at me like that Chris, I can fucking feel you staring.” I glare over to Chris, his eyes already staring into mine. “What…you meet a girl and suddenly you stay out late with her in random places that you wont even tell us about, and you stay up all night talking over the phone with her. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.

“That’s not weird.” I simply roll my eyes once he starts his typical mocking.

“You have to admit Matt, this is really uncommon for you, you don’t even do that with Nate half the time.” Nick shrugs his shoulders, keeping his gaze towards his food.

“Why do you encourage him, Nick…” I let a sigh brush pass my lips and roll my eyes.

Nick goes to speak again but the chime of my phone interrupts him.

Alyia🎸:

‘Hey Matt, are we still down for practice today?’

“Lemme guess, that’s Alyia” Instantly, Chris chimes in and I glare at him again. He instantly holds his hands up by his head in defence, standing up to take his plate to the kitchen. My phone chimes again and I pick it up to respond, I feel Nick’s eyes on me again, so I look at him. I nod my head reluctantly at him showing that Chris was right, not that I would admit that to him.

-

“Hey! Glad to know you came, I didn’t know if you would after the amount that I kept you up last night.” Her words see to mumble as her body becomes closed off to me.

“It’s fine, I’m just surprised that my parents or brothers yelled at me this morning for being awake so long.” A clear attempt at a joke is made yet her tight-lipped smile made me regret my choice of words. “Oh… sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t worry about it, Matt, I’m fairly used to their distancing at this point to be honest, I don’t want you to apologize for anything.” Her smile changes to one of sincerity, making me return it back.

“I just feel bad…you know?”

“Why?” The genuine curiosity confused me. “I have learnt to adapt to them; besides I have some pretty awesome people around me, I’m not in complete solitude.”

Her words linger in my brain, perhaps more than they should.

I’ve learnt to adapt to them.

It sounded too nonchalant for a sentence of high intensity. I had seen this happen multiple times now, especially around her mom. Only, I simply never wanted to pry. The night she stayed over for the first time, her mom called her. The contact’s name was a start, her full legal name was on show with no emojis or care. I thought it was odd but when the voices transferred and mingled over the phone it began a little too clear, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. The mood swings when she was mentioned was one that I had grown unexpectedly familiar too. I had tried to avoid that topic whenever I could and luckily Nick and Chris hadn’t mentioned it either.

“Matt?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…” My hand subconsciously rubs the back of neck before wrapping around the chain of my necklace. “What did you say?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to try any of the songs we mentioned last night.”

-

I couldn’t shake this morning all that well, I didn’t know why either. She wasn’t saying anything in a way to make me question it. I didn’t even know the entire story, but I knew enough.

“Uhm, excuse me? You’re Matthew, right?” A steady voice came from beside me as I walked, dragging me from my thoughts. My body turns to face where the sound comes from, and I notice a boy about my age walking by my side.

“Yeah? Can I help you.” I slow my pace down to a more comfortable pace and I pay attention to him, the slight smile below the glasses which round his face, the darker skin matching his black hair which was tied into loose dreads. He wore a lot of leather, patched with badges and band logos which for the most part were recognisable to me.

“Actually yeah, were you the one who played drums at the talent show two or so months ago?”

“With Damien, Jess and Martha? I was, why?” I get intrigued the more I listen to his voice and the rasps that emit every few words.

“Miss Ackley has been putting together some type of music club shit, after school! She asked a few of us to get together some people who might be interested in joining a band or any form of music club to enhance skill.” His words ramble together, and I try and comprehend them as best as I can.

“Like a band camp?” My eyebrow raises at him, and we pause when I reach my locker, trying to show my interest while putting the pin for it in.

“Sorta, we are planning a ‘band camp’ trip for the end of the year but for now it’s a space to form bands and people to adapt our skill sets in.” He can tell I’m hesitant over this, I mean this is what I have Alyia for, right?

“We aren’t looking for any answers today, simply that you consider it. And if it isn’t your ideal situation, then you could share this to anyone who might be interested.” A flyer stands between me and the boy, decorated in deep yellows and blues spreading behind multiple instruments and equipment.

“I’ll have a look into that, thanks.”

“Of course, if you have any questions about it, my number is at the bottom of that sheet.” He beams at me, and I just look down to find the number, taking my time since my lack of sleep affects my vision.

After that he walks away with a small wave from his wrist, but my gaze heavily remains on the paper in my hand. Everything seems manually drawn to match each other and I admire the colours and patterns before my eyes trace the text. My body walks forward towards the music room, letting muscle memory take over while I keep reading over things. After a paragraph or so I look at the number again and notice a name marked next to it – Benjamin.

My hand reaches the door handle and I push it open to meet Alyia. Her hands tracing over each string gently to produce a small hum, barely audible from her headphones. I stand there for a bit watching her play, she just seemed so relaxed but that could just be the lack of sleep. The small hair stands which fall slowly don’t seem to bother her as she keeps strumming softly.

“Are you going to keep staring or what” her voice grabs my attention even though her body doesn’t change position until her sentence is over.

“Oh, uhm sorry.” I mutter before swiftly moving and shutting the door behind me, placing my bag next to the leather seats.

“Have you been handed one of these yet?” I lay the sheet onto the seat next to her and watch as she stops playing and sets down her guitar. Her headphones now rest on her neck as she scans the paper.

“What is this?” She shoots a confused look at me, but I try not to pay too much attention to it.

“Just read it and find out…” I playfully roll my eyes at Alyia and move to sit over by my drum kit.

“Band camp? That’s some corny shit, don’t tell me you’re going to that ‘camp rock’ shit.” She tries to joke but her face falters when I don’t reciprocate her smile.

“Actually, I was…and it’s not ‘camp rock’. It’s a social place to help practice with other people, and then a summer camp at the end of the year to go and meet professionals and go to a festival to perform.”

“Oh...my bad.” A brief and awkward silence falls over us until I decide to speak again.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to join me but…” I swing side to side on my chair as my voice dims down.

“Matt, I don’t like crowds and besides I practice solo. This isn’t something I am exactly interested in.”

“You practice with me fine enough?” I try and convince her a little, but she only rolls her eyes at me.

“You’re different, you know that.” She pauses abruptly to stare me noticing my immediate smile. “Don’t let that get your head.”

“Too late for that.” I remain smirking at her, but Alyia just glares at me back, I move past that pretty quick and relax my body down on my seat.

“C’mon” I drag out the syllables as I talk, getting up to stand in front of her. “It could be real fun, extra practice between us…and other people of course.”

“Okay. Don’t say it like that first of all.” Her voice quiets after her words and I attempt to gain her attention back with a slight wave of my hand.

“And second?” my face relaxes from its previous smile and changes to a more curious one.

“Second of all…I’ll think about it…” Alyia’s words soften and are quiet due to her admission.

“Yes!” my stupid smile is met with her own as I jump from my seat and pick up the information sheet by her side and start to ramble through the text.

Alyia pov:

I don’t even know why I had given in to matt so easily, but I guess I just didn’t want to let him down. He seemed so excited and yet I wasn’t, I can’t remember the last time I ever played music in front of anyone, except Matt. The more he rambled next to me, the less of his words I remembered. I heard his voice clearly, but I was internally planning what situations might arise if I did show up. It didn’t seem like a lot but as someone who has been separated from people most of their life, this was a big deal.

The bell rang and made both Matt and I jump at the sudden sound that echoed through the hallways.

Matt grabs a few of his things and places them back into his bag and slides the sheet back over to rest next to my leg.

“Promise me you’ll consider it? At least…” his eyes stare into mine, almost begging me to think about it, as if he can’t handle his own in a small crowd of people.

“Fine. Only because you asked me alright?” I stand up and swing my bag over my shoulder.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” The nickname catches me off guard, like it has every other time, and he smiles at the shocked expression on my face and walks away quickly.

My body stays still in its position for a short while longer, processing the nickname. He hasn’t done it without some sort of comforting context to it and this was different.

And in public.

© ENDEREIES 2024

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[meekahy]

Babes!!! Here is another fic I wrote about Noah. It's all fluff!

Let me know what you think!!! Any feedback is helpful!

I'm also taking requests!!!

I missed you:

I stare down at my fingers, knee bouncing uncontrollably as my nerves bubble from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head. My eyes quickly shift to the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick by. As the minutes near, my heart pounds, my hands sweat, and the sound gets louder.

At the sound of laughter, my eyes dart to the source. The guys are stood there laughing at something I entirely missed in my nervous state. Noah sits down next to me, and I feel butterflies replace the anxiety I was feeling when our eyes lock and his hand slides onto my knee. I don’t know why I was so nervous seeing him again, but seeing him now made all my nervousness fade away. 

He leans in, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze searching my eyes for any sign of hurt as he asks, “Are you okay? I can tell there’s something wrong”.

“Oh! It’s nothing. I think there’s too many people here”, I mutter, placing my hand on top of Noah’s. He flips his hand over to tangle our fingers together. “Should we get going? Are you guys hungry?” I ask the boys. 

They all groan, answering in multiple variations of yes. I stand and pull Noah with me as we all walk back to my car to head for dinner. As we walk, Noah tugs me into his side and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I missed you”, he mutters as I squeeze my hand on his hip reassuringly.

“I missed you way more!” I chime as he squeezes me with his arm around my shoulder.

By the time we all reached the car, the boys were fighting over where to eat for dinner. 

“But Mexican sounds sooo good,” Folio groans as Jolly gives him a bored look.

“I just think Japanese is the way to go”, Jolly retorts.

“Let her decide”, Nick motions to me with his hand.

I look at them with wide eyes, “Me?” They all nod in return. “Hm, I think I’m going to have to side with Folio on this one, guys.” 

Folio pumps a fist into the air, “YES!”. I just giggle at him.

At the Mexican restaurant Jolly orders a margarita. “Folio, you’re lucky this margarita is delicious”, he says as he sips reluctantly. Everyone is chowing down on chips and salsa. 

While everyone is stuffing their face, Noah wraps his arm around my chair and leans in.

“So, what’s the matter?” he questions as I look into his eyes. 

It was really hard living alone without Noah here to comfort me when things were bad. Sure, he was a phone call away, but nothing beats his warm, belonging hugs. He makes me feel like I’m at home and it’s hard living without that everyday.

I rest my hand on his knee as I sigh, “I think I just missed you while you were on tour is all.”

He smiles at me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, “I missed you too, pretty girl.”

After dinner, everyone heads back to the car. Noah is holding my hand, swinging it as we walk back to the car. 

Dropping Folio off, we are all singing in the car. We’ve been listening to a lot of Lorna Shore, Sleep Token, Spiritbox, and even some Taylor Swift. Nicholas looks to me from the passenger seat after Folio leaves and wonders, “What song do you want to listen to next?” 

Thinking briefly I plead, “Okay, I know you guys are home and tired of playing this night after night, but do you mind if we listen to Artifical Suicide? I love it when Noah does the little screams at the beginning. It’s my favorite! Pretty please?”

“Anything for you”, Nicholas replies.

The song begins and starts to swell. I know exactly what part I’m waiting for and giggle in my seat as Noah is still holding my hand. Right as the first growl comes out I raise my hands in the air, close my eyes and smile, imitating it silently. Noah watches with amusement as he starts to sing along to the song. I scream the words to the best of my ability and all the guys watch in enjoyment. The next time Noah growls in the song, he does it out loud for me. I squeal with excitement. With all of us laughing, I think and treasure this moment. It’s the little moments that make my heart smile.

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[ilyasorokinn]

HELLO NEW PFP SPARE SOME TYSON FLUFF IN HONOUR PLEASE?? (he is just so doting boyfriend to me I feel like he’s very protective but in like a gentle way?? he’s always checking if you need another drink when you’re out or if you’re getting tired and loves to cook for you while you just sit at the counter and talk to him very much love language acts of service vibes)

CHICKEN TENDIES

okay, 1. the title has nothing to with the song. promise. it's a happy fic, and 2. this has been sitting in my inbox for months, like actual months. like, from late 2022. it's bad. hope this is what you were thinking of. i tried. anyways, happy birthday tjosty, i love you my little slay king. *muah*

tw: alcohol consumption (all legal)

tyson had been watching you all night. not in a creepy way, quite the opposite. he was watching to make sure you were alright. he knew you could take care of yourself, but the world was scary.

after the song ended, you made your way over to tyson, stumbling and bumping into a few people, giggling and apologizing as you went. you threw your arms around his neck when you finally made it back to your table, and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek.

"did you have fun?" he couldn't help but smile at the carefree smile on your face as he poured you a glass of water.

"sooo much." you giggled, taking the glass and almost spilling it on yourself as you took a big gulp, "did you see me?"

"i did." he nodded, "you ready to go home?"

"i'm hungry," you answered.

"yeah? what do you want?" he asked, pushing a piece of hair that had fallen from the hairdo that was too complicated for tyson to understand, behind your ear.

"chicken tendies." you answered, gulping down some more water.

"all right, let's get some chicken tendies." he left you alone at the table before walking two steps to the table where your group of friends were, and said your goodbyes before helping you walk out of the bar and towards your car.

he buckled you in, nodding along to your drunk babble talk, "all right, let's get you some chicken tendies." you giggled.

by the time the chicken tenders were secured, you were asleep. he knew this would happen, so he got the small size of chicken and drove home in silence.

when he pulled into the parking spot in your apartment complex, he sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying one of the chicken tenders before getting out and making his way over to you.

"hi, pretty." he cooed, "time to go upstairs."

"chicken?" you mumbled.

"yeah, i got the chicken." he carresed your hair and cheek, "come on, bed is way more comfortable than this seat." you raised your arms, and he set the chicken bag on the roof of the car, picking you up and lifting you bridal style.

you hummed, grabbing the chicken bag and taking the key, locking the door. he carried you all the way up to your apartment, laying you in bed and tucking you in before getting you water.

"good chicken?" he asked, coming back into the room.

"good chicken." you nodded, "thank you, tj."

"your welcome." he smiled, "but please don't call me tj." you giggled.

this made me fell so single, i'm sad. anyways, happy birthday to tyson jost. i love you and you are so slay.

[onboardsorasora]

❄️Enchanted AU: Christmas Part 21❄️

V sorry for the delay! Enchanted Thursdays is a GO!

Part 1 | Christmas Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 21

Daniel danced on the patio with Lio in his arms, swinging this way and that grinning wildly as the toddler giggled happily. It had been great so far, having everyone over. The apartment felt bursting at the seams in a good way, Daniel thought. Max looked happier than ever and he’d been spending more time doting on Victoria since the news.

Daniel, Sophie and Tom have a betting pool going about when Vic was going to get tired of all the extra attention and snap at Max. Jimmy promised to let them know if it happened when they weren’t looking.

Luka followed Sassy out onto the patio, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He just woke up from his nap. Lio had woken up earlier than him and Daniel had been very happy to keep his company while his parents relaxed.

“Uncle Daniel, what’s Sassy saying?” Luka mumbled, he stood in the doorway, chubby cheeks ruddy from where the pillow seams pressed into his skin. He looked so much like a tiny Max that Daniel sometimes couldn’t stand it.

“She wants you to sit so she can lay on your belly.” Daniel smiled, pointing to the large daybed that took up a corner of the balcony that was dappled with afternoon sunlight. It was Sassy’s favourite place to lounge with her favourite people. Sassy chirped at Luka as if to cosign what Daniel had said. Luka nodded at her and clambered up into the comfortable chaise, Sassy jumped up after him, settling on his lap and kneading his belly softly. Luka giggled.

“Sassy’s making biscuits for Luka!” Lio pointed at the pair with a large smile.

“She makes the best biscuits!” Daniel agreed. He spun in place again, causing Lio to squeal in surprise and fling his head backwards to look up at the ceiling. His little brows squished together in confusion.

“Uncle Daniel, what’s that?!” Lio pointed upwards towards the ceiling fan spinning lazily around on the lowest setting. A sprig of leaves twirling along on a short string. Luka looked up too, his own bright blue eyes were confused.

“Oh, looks like we’re under the mistletoe!” Danniel crowed, swaying unconsciously while he spoke. The boys looked at him blankly, clearly waiting for him to explain. “Sooo, back home we put up mistletoe around the house– like under doorways or on the fans. Because if you are caught under the mistletoe with someone you have to kiss them!” He kissed Lio soundly on the cheek to demonstrate. The boys laughed.

“But why?” Luka was the more curious one, Lio was ok with the explanation given.

“Well, it depends. Some people put it up because they want to kiss their true love and live happily ever after– like in your stories! But at home we put it up because my Mum always gets caught under there and my Dad uses it as an excuse to kiss her because he loves her so much.” Daniel chuckled at his memories of how his father would dip his mother to be all grandiose and romantic. “When my sister was pregnant, my brother in law always gave her extra kisses under the mistletoe– he said it was so that the baby would feel them too.”

Luka’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Daniel froze, thinking back to what he just told them and hoping it was ok. Luka was scrambling off of the daybed quickly, Daniel could hear Sassy’s grumbles and he fought not to laugh. Luka ran into the living room chattering loudly at his parents in Dutch. Soon he came careening back onto the patio, hands clasps securely around Vic and Tom’s. He only let them go to point excitedly up at the gently spinning sprig of leaves. He was rambling, Daniel could tell, even if he didn’t understand it. Lio jumped in eagerly as well when he realized what was going on.

Daniel looked at Vic and Tom owlishly, quite unsure about what he just started and very sorry about it at the same time. Tom asked Luka a question, to which the boy responded emphatically, nodding his head seriously. Daniel glanced around again and saw Max leaning against the door calmly, his arms folded comfortably against his chest. Something in Daniel loosened at the fond smile that was on lips. If Max wasn’t upset then clearly something good was happening. Max motioned him over, and Danile transferred Lio into Tom’s hand– the little boy didn’t even notice and he and his brother were still busily giving instructions to their parents.

Daniel walked over to Max and bit his cuticle.

“You told them that if Tom kisses Vic under the mistletoe the baby would feel it?” Max asked with a raised eyebrow. Daniel’s face flamed, oh dear. 

“Maybe not in those words exactly?” Daniel scrunched his nose, knowing it all sounded silly. And now the boys were running with it gleefully.

“It's cute, I think.” Max said softly.

“Yeah?” Daniel ducked his head shyly.

“Of course, I didn’t even know you put up mistletoe?” Max teased and Daniel felt his face heat further, he was sure he was red.

“I–well– it was just out here. I figured no one would like get caught under it.” He shrugged helplessly. No one was truly supposed to notice, it was just a little bit of home. Max smiled and shook his head before throwing an arm around Daniel’s shoulder and leading him back inside to leave the family to maybe their new Christmas tradition.

Part 22

[gingerteaonthetardis]

'Can I tell you a secret?'

Nine x Rose. It's sooo up to you, but I think Nine is very, very good with secrets, even the most personal ones.

Lots of love to you, dearest Abbey!

oh, sasha, this was such a fun little scene to write! i kept the secret lighthearted, though i agree that nine would be a wonderful bearer of even rose's deepest secrets. i hope you enjoy! (and i am sending lots of love to you in return!)

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"Can I tell you a secret?"

The sunrise had just begun to creep over the horizon when the rasp of her sleep-roughened voice called his attention back.

He turned on his side, ignoring the bunched up picnic blanket beneath him. 

It had been a day for that. Letting the small irritants go. One couldn't wander through a world of magnificent birds, bees, and trees and get hung up on muddy boots or lumpy picnic blankets. So he'd reconciled himself early on, vowing not to make a fuss.

But in the end, even he had to admit—it had been an oddly perfect day. 

They'd hiked for miles through the twisting old forest, which seemed to slant gently, almost persuasively upwards to an ultimate outcropping. A pale green pinnacle, populated with tall grasses and even taller flowers with open, bright faces, which bobbed on the breeze and leaned their heads toward Rose as she passed. 

The air up here was piercingly clean, but not cold, so they hadn't bothered with a fire when late afternoon came and Rose was hungry enough to want to open their picnic. And they hadn't bothered much about climbing back down either. They'd simply curled up on the blanket and watched the sun retire, watched stars come out, and when Rose got tired, she slipped just as effortlessly into sleep. 

And while Rose slept, he thought about how oddly nice it all was—how simple. Just a hike. No danger, except when Rose stumbled over a root or stone, and no adventure beyond what could be supplied by the constellations, which he knew by name. 

Their stories were often violent, conflicted, wild. The opposite, in every way, of this trip.

His eyes focused through the faint purple-ish dawn on her upturned face, which waited for his answer.

"If you like," he said mildly.

She pressed her lips together, barely suppressing a smile. Turning her face to the sunrise, the first faint, burnt orange ray touched her nose and cheeks, like the sun meant to paint her in the best possible light. She had a seam running along the left side of her face from where she'd used his leather coat as a pillow.

"I know I made all this fuss about having 'one nice trip,' and I'm always going on about what an awful driver you are, but…" She paused, shaking her head once. Amused at herself, maybe. And then she turned back to him. "I think I prefer danger."

A grin split his face, unable to be helped. "Really?"

Something about his face must've been funny, because Rose laughed. She made an attempt to bury the sound in her shoulder, but didn't succeed. "I do, yeah." She nodded. "Is that stupid?"

"No," he replied, too quickly. He felt almost giddy at the shared feeling. "I mean, this place is near perfect, far as I can tell. But what's so good about perfect?" He sniffed, looking back out at the sky, which was now being slowly taken over by the sun's grand show. "Perfect is perfect, whether we're here to see it or not. It doesn't need us."

She didn't have an answer to that. Didn't need one, he guessed. In fact, he had the mad idea that she understood him exactly, and agreed with him on every point, so nothing further needed to be said.

It was a rare experience, for him, being understood. People—humans, mostly—had a tendency to boggle at his notions, to balk at the way he lived his lives. But Rose wasn't just an ordinary human. She was special. 

Not perfect, but something more rare and extraordinary: she was a person whose strange edges and funny ideas and wild whims aligned with a lonely old alien's. And though he knew he'd never give voice to it, he also knew he needed that. Needed her. 

Her hand rustled against the picnic blanket, and he felt her warm palm press into his.

It was a beautiful sunrise—as near perfect as a celestial event could be, viewed from such a magnificent spot. And when the sun had finally ascended, the Doctor got to his feet and helped Rose up beside him. Her hair was rumpled from sleep. Her eyes sparkled, in spite of the smudged makeup beneath them.

She was lovely.

He held out his hand and said, "Well, Rose Tyler. Let's go find some danger."

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more lighthearted prompts...

[mountttmase]

Helloooo blueberries 🤭🤭🤭🩷🌺

It was only Wednesday yet you felt like it had been the longest week in your existence. You were tired, fed up and were in the mood for some comfort however the only person you were seeking said comfort from wasn’t home yet. MY MOOD OF THE DAY😭😂

‘Mason! What the fuck’ you shouted as he practically double over with laughter. Holding onto his stomach as he lent into the door frame to steady himself and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit too even though your heart was beating out of your chest. HE LOVES SCARING PEOPLE

‘Same old same old’ he shrugged, kissing your forehead sporadically. ‘They had fifa set up on this massive screen and I had a game with Madders. I won’ he winked as you smiled into his neck at his cockiness. AHHAHAHA HE IS SOO PROUD OF HIMSELF

He didn’t say another word, just tilted your head back and kissed you forcefully, practically knocking the wind out of you as his tongue invaded your mouth. You were struggling to breath a little bit as he devoured you and you were close to pushing him off so you could get some air when he pulled back, separating from you completely before rolling you onto your front quickly and with force. WELL MOUNT CALM DOWN

‘Blueberries!’ OPS

He looked petrified and full of guilt as he looked back at you but also full of confusion so you quickly moved over to him, sitting in his lap and cupping his jaw as you stroked over his cheeks. He kept his hands by his side as he was clearly still unsure as to what was going on and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but when you pulled him into a hug he wrapped his arms around you tightly. HE IS SOOO SCARED, POOR BOY

‘Of course, I’m sorry I shouldn’t of just jumped right in like that I should of double checked. I just got a bit ahead of myself but that’s no excuse’ he told you, kissing over your cheeks as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms gently. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? I really am sorry I feel awful’ HE FEELS SOOOO BAD 😭😭

‘You want me to come and sort her out for you?’ He joked and you shook your head with a giggle. AHHAHAHA, NO TO VIOLENCE MOUNT

‘Yeah, all I’ve thought about is having you next to me. I need some looking after’ you laughed and you felt him smile onto your skin. OPS🤭🤭

ALL THIS SMUT WAS SOOOOOO SOFT

He walked back through the door seconds after, a few bottles of water tucked under one arm and a tub of your favourite ice cream with two spoons in his hand. He looked a little bit shy as you made eye contact with him but he padded over to his side of the bed and got himself under the covers before patting your side of the bed for him to join you. ICE CREAMMMM

‘Don’t’ you laughed, cutting him off as you knew he was about to blame himself for earlier and you wanted to let him know you’d moved on and forgotten about it. ‘It’s okay honestly. I’m fine, we’re fine. Let’s just forget about it’ LOVELY GIRL

‘I know but it’s not fine really. I don’t want you to brush it under the carpet’ he told you softly. ��I’ll remember to check with you next time’ he smiled and you gave him a soft nod to let him know it was all in the past before he let you rant about work some more and he showed you some pictures of tonight’s event. YES BABY, EXACTLY

‘I’m trying to get to sleep, Mase. We don’t want to attract all the local dogs and have them howling along with you’ AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH DEAD

I LOVED THAT THE FIRST TIME I READ IT AND I LOVED IT NOW🤭😌

Omg I loved writing this one, I think it was important he took accountability and didn’t let her brush it under the carpet like she wanted to

And I’m glad you like the dog line I was quite proud of that 😂🩷

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

So American

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note: if i ever stop writing nonsense outros... check up on me

warnings: suggestive (sex jokes)

word count: 1.5 k

♡ summary: Y/n invites her brothers and her boyfriend to one of her concerts

♡ Nico Hischier x Hughes!singer!reader

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It was night one in Michigan, which meant the whole family was here, for the first time. Of course they’ve all seen her perform before but never together, Ellen was the most outspoken about her excitement in seeing her baby girl with the family, but she knew everyone else was just as excited too.

But as the opening piano played, the soft melody as the woman of the hour stepped out, singing the first verse before the lights begin flashing purple and red when the beat drops.

“Forgive and I forget!!

“Forgive and I forget!!

I know my age and I act like it!

Got what you can’t resist,

I’m a perfect all-American-”

She continued the song jumping and thrashing around the stage, getting close to fans and singing the lyrics to them while they screamed them back. And when she famously changes the lyric to “perfect all-American tits!” She made sure to face away from where she knew her family and friends were sitting, though they could still see on the big screen it didn’t matter. She just didn’t want to see her brothers and parents standing next to her boyfriend while she lifted up her shirt to an area full of people.

The song faded to the next and when she finished that song, out of breath, the girl starts dragging the microphone stand to the center of the stage, “So um- my families here tonight-” The girl was cut off by the crowd cheering loudly, “-yeah, so you guys are sooo lucky to have still gotten that lyric change.” She said, chuckling, though it wasn’t a joke.

The night continued on, Y/n played songs from her album and some from her first EP, Trevor and Cole were really having the time of their life, being twins with Jack basically meant that all their friends were each other’s friends, that very thing was the cause of the relationship Jack hated most, Nico and his sister.

He loved his sister, and he knew Nico was a good guy, but something about the fact that his captain was sleeping with his sister weirded him out. He hated even more that Nico would take Y/n’s side all the time, something the girl took advantage of, she also loved to tease Jack by saying she could make him do extra laps if he pissed her off. She had Nico wrapped around her finger. Y/n had just finished singing teenage dream, a slower song that she performed sitting down on a large crescent moon, leading herself into another slow song directly after.

“I spy with my little tired eye”

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?”

Y/n had written this song during her and NIco’s first summer together, when they went to Europe, they went to stay with his family before heading on a trip around Europe, just the two of them.

-

Hand in hand, the couple walked along the water in Wicklow, they had just come from dinner and were walking back to where they were staying. Taking their time, they looked at the mountains and hilly landscape. 

Y/n rested her head on Nico’s biceps that was hidden under his jacket, her hands encompassed his own, his other hand was holding their leftovers in a to-go bag. 

Something colourful caught the younger girl’s eye as they walked, it was an earthy orange in a sea of grey. Y/n stopped abruptly, something she did a lot when they walked together. The man has started to get used to her short and easily distracted attention span.

“Look at this rock, Neeks.” He nodded, a loving smile on his face. Nico was a man of few words, it used to be something that annoyed Y/n, she thought he just plain out didn’t like her and that was why he didn’t talk much. But she’s since learned that some people just didn’t have to be talking non-stop, could never be her, but she’s grown to love that about him. And he about her non-stop chatter.

“I like it, I’m gonna keep it.” She went to put the small pebble in her pocket when she  realised her jacket had no pocket. Looking towards Nico, he already had his hand out for the rock to hold onto, she placed it in his hand that was holding the leftovers and he placed the pebble safely in his jacket pocket.

-

“On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, ‘what a mind’

This happens all the time”

-

Nico and Y/n were driving back to their hotel in London after a date, Nico’s left hand was resting on Y/n’s thigh. Her hands were holding her phone that was open to her notes app, while she read off a poem she had just written, “-like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time, watching hidden in plain sight. What d’ya think?” 

Nico was speechless, how could someone just come up with something like that? So beautifully written, it had just come to her mind and she could perfectly write out the thought immediately? And it be that beautiful? What a mind.

“What a mind you have.” His words had made her huff out a small, “Stop it.” “No really, schatzi, it’s amazing. You always impress me with what your brain can come up with.”

What she didn’t tell him was her brain had come up with so much material from just his couple kind words.

-

When the song came to a close and Y/n stepped back onto the main stage, Jack decided to shove his captain a little to gain his attention, “Yes?” Nico said, glazing at Jack before bringing his eyes back to his girl.

“I know I act like I hate you and my sister.. But I’m really happy that you make her happy and feel safe.” Nico brought all his attention to the boy now as Y/n began ‘Talk too much’ “Thank you, Jack, it means a lot. She cares about your opinion more than she likes to admit, so that will mean a lot.” “‘Course.”

The boys were cut off by Y/n singing the chorus, “Ooh, I think I talk too much”

“At least she knows it.” Jack joked, and even though Nico loved hearing the girl talk more than anything, he laughed.

The song ended, and this was when Y/n would play a different song every night before the closing song, and most nights she would talk to the crowd and explain a bit or just talk about the song. Yet this night was different as all she said was, “This one is for all my girls who dreamed of having a foreign boyfriend!” And began singing.

“Driving on the right side road

He says I’m pretty wearing’ his clothes

And he’s got hands that make hell seem cold

Feet on the dashboard

He’s like a poem I wish I wrote

I wish I wrote!”

She wrote this one while Nico was in the shower the night he said, “What a mind” in London. Sitting at the small hotel desk, the original draft of the song was written on hotel stationary.

“And he says I’m so American

Oh god I’m gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up!”

It only hit Nico now, that his girl was singing at the top of her lungs to an area full of people that she was going to marry him. Her family, her brothers, her friends, his family, and the rest of the world knew it. That she was going to marry him. 

When the song came to an end, Ellen and Jim left saying they were heading backstage, everyone knew it was really because Jim hates the next song. Not because it was bad or anything, just because it was his little girl.

“Think I only want one number in my phone”

It was hard for Nico to keep a smirk off his face, especially when Trevor and Cole made such a big deal at any line, they loved teasing their best friend and her boyfriend and it was even better when she wasn’t there to get mad at them. But when it got to the point where the girl sang her unique to ever show outros, the two shut up.

“How quickly can you take your clothes off?” “POP QUIZ!!!”

“He’s so cute he calls me schatzi, even better ‘cause he understands me. My brothers may not like it but I am carefree.”

That night proved she was carefree, when she and Nico spent their night in her room of the lake house, in her bed, and on the floor, and in her bathroom, mostly the shower. Luke, who shares a wall with the couple, ended up sleeping in Quinn’s room with him that night.

[daichiis-scrunchiie]

Karasuno x yankii!fem!reader

info & tw: smoking, minor bullying, y/n being a baddie, fluff, kiyoko time-skip spoiler ✧*。she/her pronouns

Yankii: a Japanese subculture whose members are seen as trashy and uneducated ,, commonly rebel with altered/ customized uniforms and a tendency to fight.

• as a third year over time you've grown accustomed to weird stares and whispers,, waltzing down the hallway with leg-warmers over your tights and a baseball bat casually resting over one shoulder

• your mom fits into the yankii stereotype as a highschool dropout and teenage parent,, in fact you're from a whole line of proud yankiis 😌 your aunts practically raised you with their gyaru influence, so you have a lot of 80s/90s wardrobe hand-me-downs

• there's pictures of your dad with his massive pompadour and motorcycle from when he was younger

• he brings pictures of little you sat on the seat of his old bike,, a daddy's girl 😌💕

• he now works on a construction site and the workers adore it when you pop along to the site after vbc practice

• the guys your dad works with will be cooing over you bringing him lunch one minute to arm wrestling you the next ‼️ you don't hold back because you are surprisingly strOng 💪

• playing poker with the old geezers while dad lays the spackle 😌 bringing this skill to school and winning extra yen for the vending machine

• now as a manager of karasuno--

• you definitely stand out 😳 with kiyoko as the silent beauty,, yachi as the trembling cutie and you as the outlandishly colourful and bubbly girl

• you stand on the sidelines watching practice while blowing bubblegum and smacking your glossy lips

• write every note you can think of in your hello kitty notepad (with fluffy pen obvs),, then switch to your pocket mirror to touch up your eye-shadow

• something like 'yamaguchi's float serve is coming along nicely' surrounded by hearts and cute drawings <33

• kiyoko makes you do kissy faces so she can re-apply your gloss,, girls supporting girls 💪

• scrunchies always on your wrists to give out to long haired players or simply style kageyama's hair on the sidelines,, pinching his cheeks and chatting about who dumped who in your year while he just nods along without complaint

• normally a quick smoke before practice so you'll creep around the side of the gym and find a tired ukai already there

• the first time you joined him and offered your bedazzled Bic™ lighter he was shocked,, but now he's so accustomed to it he just raises his hand as you yell "yo, old man!"

• it's common for takeda to smack you both on the back of the heads,, leaving you both grumbling while stubbing out your ciggs before hopping on the mini-bus

• karasuno,, unfortunately,, lacks a yankii community-- shiritorizawa and aoba johsai however ‼️ you love seeing people that look like you at practice games and you'll often sneak away to hang with them

• on your own turf you've already adopted outcasts and eat lunch with the first years that feel they don't fit in

• the lgbtq+ kids 💕adore💕 you and greet you in the halls every morning

• you bond with hinata over constantly being underestimated; him in volleyball and you academically

• you're actually a true barb and know it's your duty to stay in school and be the first in your family to go to college 💪 so you study hard,, daichi worries you'll burn yourself out but you just wave him off with a smile

• next thing you know he's draping his jacket over your shoulders after you doze off on kinnoshita on the bench

• by nature you are sooo flirty,, you fluster asahi a lot,, harrassing him to feel your legs because "i shaved last night! Feel!! Feel!! They're so smooth~"

• a huge collection of egg magazines from decades ago,, you'll flick through them for fashion inspo during break periods (canonically hq is set in 2012 and egg finished publishing in 2014,, so you were up to date with them xoxo)

• look really scary when you walk with the team into another school,, but you just get along with-- everyone <33

• kenma absolutely adores you and your head scratches-- your ridiculously long acrylic nails are just 🥴 purr-fect

• iwaizumi loves that you don't hold back with harsh high-fives and arm wrestling,, mad-dog is so scared of you lmao 💀

• you won't allow tsukishima to give backtalk and shut him up efficiently with a glare or snappy comeback

• you and tanaka ohmygosh you stress daichi out the most-- making him bald already lmaoo

• you adore your kouhais and offer to help them study,, buy them snacks,, and tell them to never take up unhealthy habits while smoking your fifth cigg (hypocrite)💀

• nasty rumours follow you,, ofc people love to talk smack about you based off your appearance,, your team is quick to shut these down however,, they are pretty intimidating 🤛😌👹

• people always assume you're mean when this is lit-rally you:

• you don't back down from fights tho,, anyone badmouthing your team?? heard the asahi slander enough times?? you're rolling up your sleeves while daichi sighs,, holding his hand out to take your hoops

• you & him are the definition of "kick his ass babe I got yo flower"

• speaking of babe,, you call everyone that platonically!! Unless they're uncomfortable with it then you resort to something a little calmer like 'bro' or 'lovely' ( first time yachi heard it she fainted)

• you're very affectionate and can't help but give cheek kisses and random squeezes,, nishinoya practically floats when you praise his skills

• let's just say the first time you met atsumu he was rendered a stuttering,, flustered mess after the constant flurry of nicknames like "honey, babe, sweetheart"

• your team just glared at him as if to say "you're not special"

• and the way you can talk to people so easily as if you've been besties since you were a twinkle in your mom's eye-- futakuchi was floored when he found you and the scary iron-wall middle blocker and you sat criss cross gushing about his pet tortoise

• all in all you can get along with anyonee,, everyone adores you,, and you actually have a bright future ahead of you much to your haters' dismay 😘 stay mad and stan elle woods ya pussies

• saeko was the one to give you driving lessons and you loved every second of it,, ukai as your supervisor hated it and hurled in a plastic bag more times than he could count

• in the time-skip era you're a successful nail technician-- getting to gossip all day with customers and always drag your highschool friends over for sleepovers + manicures in your hello kitty pj's💅🏻

• you also did kiyoko's nails for her wedding 😭 and you returned the favour of kissy lips by applying a final coat of gloss before she walked down the aisle

A/N: first post,, hope you enjoy <3

Inspo:

What's New - Megan thee stallion

Every Summertime - NIKI

[icybrry]

jealousy

viktor x reader

tags: jealousy (obvs lol), drinking, drunk! vik, fluff, jayce being a good friend, fem reader

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the party was going well by jayce's standards, and viktor was tired. it was 2:14 am and everyone was still drinking. you had come along as viktor's date, being his lover, and jayce was all over you; begging for attention.

you both had danced a lot, took shots, and viktor knew he shouldn't be jealous; you always came back to him to smother him with drunk kisses and love. but... he was tired of watching jayce fawn over you, he hadn't slept, he was nursing a glass of whiskey, and he wanted you.

sky was being just as irritating, trying to hint at hooking up behind your back, it was all too much. he bid sky farewell as harshly as he could, and stormed over to you. "hey!" you giggle, moving to kiss him. viktor dodges it slightly, letting you kiss the corner of his mouth instead. you pout, trying to fluff his hair a little. "not now, love." he sighs, walking away to get a refill.

your frown was noticed by jayce who came over to talk, handing you a cocktail. "i don't know what's up with him..?" you huff, leaning against the wall nearby. "maybe he's cranky, he hasn't been sleeping properly." jayce teases, and you can't help but giggle. "maybe. i think he's gonna sleep well tonight though with all that whiskey he's drinking." you joke back, mood lightening. "don't worry about him. when he's done he'll be all over you again." jayce winks.

viktor had polished two bottles. he didn't know why he did it, but he certainly needed it. the inventor sighs, his eyes glued to you as you play pool with jayce and a few others. he was particularly watching your body, observing how you looked bent over the table. you were gorgeous in your little dress, the way his hugged your hips was perfect. no wonder jayce wanted all your attention.

sky was eyeing viktor up, you could see it. you wanted to talk to her, tell her that viktor wasn't interested, but it was jayce's party and you didn't want to be rude and ruin his party. you agreed to a game of pool to keep your mind off things, laughing with jayce, but your mind and eyes kept moving up to her. she was slinking closer, clearly drunk as she swaggers up to your boyfriend; linking her arms around his neck.

you feel relief flood through you as viktor pushes her away, talking to her instead. "your turn." jayce pats your shoulder gently, and you almost jump. "yeah, sorry." you nod, taking position. jayce looks over to viktor and sky, she was still trying to make moves on him, and he wasn't about to let her ruin your night.

you didn't notice jayce moving, blocking them from your view. "got you!" you cheer, winning the game with one good strike. jayce grins, hugging you tightly and swinging you around. he catches sky's eyes, and moves with you so you couldn't see her. "let's go get drinks." jayce smiles, grasping your hand and pulling you away.

"see? they're sooo gonna bang behind your back! so to get back at your slutty girlfriend you should sleep with me." sky grins, and viktor feels anger bubbling up deep in his chest. "no. i'm tired of you antagonising y/n. she's the only person i'll ever love. now kindly fuck off." viktor snaps, and sky is taken aback. she nods, turning on her heel and rushing away, wiping her eyes.

he relaxes as she leaves, but the anxiety of you actually going to sleep with jayce was nagging him. grasping his cane, he moves past a small crowd, heading through each room to try and find you.

"thanks for that jayce." you smile, sipping your cotton candy cocktail as you watch people swim and splash each other. "what?" he asks, furrowing his brows. "that thing with sky. its stupid but she really gets to me sometimes." you huff, finishing your drink and putting the glass down. "oh- that? yeah, no problem! she's nice but she can be overbearing." jayce nods, his fingers idly combing over the grass. "yeah... well, i appreciate it. you're a good friend."

"i try." jayce grins, standing up and dusting himself off, offering you a hand. you smile, taking it and standing with him. "go find viktor and take him home before he passes out or gives himself alcohol poisoning, i think everyone's getting tired anyway." jayce stretches, and you nod. "yeah. goodnight jayce. thanks again." you smile, giving his cheek a gentle kiss. "no problem."

viktor huffs, haven given up on the search after two rooms, sulking into a bottle of vodka. he was sat on the floor in the kitchen, cane lay next to him as he swigs the burning liquid. "there you are!" your voice makes him perk up, and upon seeing you he realises how much he missed you. "my love..!" he slurs, standing up on wobbly legs, almost falling when you grasp his sides. "careful..!" you smile, taking the vodka from him. "mmmm- i missed you." he whispers, sagging against you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"i missed you too." you humour him, moving down as best you can to grab his cane without dropping your boyfriend. "sky called you slutty." he frowns. "oh really?" you fake shock, and he nods. "i told her to fuck off." he nods, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. you can't help but laugh. it was odd hearing viktor swear, but he was blackout drunk, he wasn't coherent. "c'mon. we're going home." you press a kiss to his cheek, handing him his cane as you link arms with his other arm in case he fell.

jayce had called you an uber, and you made a mental note to thank him when you got up. viktor was stumbling a little, rambling about the party and you. "i can't believe you and jayce went off without me!" he whines, sitting on the grass. "sorry, baby." you smile as he leans against your thigh, looping a hand around your leg, squeezing your flesh slightly. "sky said you two were sleeping together behind my back." he whines, yawning. "what, me and jayce?" you laugh at the thought.

"don't laugh..!" viktor frowns up at you, smushing his cheek against your thigh. "there's nothing going on between me and jayce." you comb your fingers through his hair, smoothing down a few strands, watching them poof up once more. "good. i don't want to share you." he leans back, stretching. "you're not sharing me. i'm all yours, babe." you help him up, picking up his cane for him.

you stumble a little as viktor leans on you, kissing your neck a few times. "c'mon, our uber's pulling up." you help him into the back, getting in after him. viktor snuggles into your side, nuzzling your neck as he sprawls onto you. "do you love me??" he asks, and you giggle. "of course i love you." you press a small kiss to his head. "good. i love you too." viktor smiles, cuddling into you further as his arms tighten around your waist.

"vik." you speak, and he lets out a long hum. "how much have you drank?" he pauses to think, letting out a small puff. "i can't remember." you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his head. viktor leans into you, eyelids drooping a little; you just about manage to catch his drowsy expression. "hey, stay awake for me baby. i don't want to carry you to our apartment." you comb your fingers through his hair, fluttering gentle kisses all over your boyfriend's face.

"mmmh.. but i'm tired." he whines, his head falling onto your shoulder. "i know, we'll be home soon." you smile, resting your head upon his. "i love youuu.." he sighs, trying to curl up on the backseat so he could lay on you fully. "i love you too, vik." you manoeuvre a little to let him get comfy, wrapping both arms around him. "you don't love jayce?"

"i don't love jayce. only you." you smile, refraining from squirming as his lips kiss along your collarbones. "mmh-good. i'm gonna take a nap." viktor slurs, and you can't help but roll your eyes. "c'mon, stay awake for me." you gently shake his shoulder, and he whines like a child. "c'mon vik, i'll pay you in kisses." you laugh as he looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. "one more?" he mumbles, and you giggle. "a lot more if you stay awake."

viktor hums, accepting a chain of kisses happily, his fingers curling into the fabric of your dress. "we're five minutes away." the uber quips, and you want to answer politely but your boyfriend was more demanding. you let out a breathy moan as viktor nips your bottom lip, taking the chance to push his tongue into your mouth.

once viktor breaks away for air, his head falls onto your shoulder as he snuggles in, and you press kisses to his head. "c'mon. we're almost there." you have to lay back as he presses all his dead weight into you as he cuddles you. "mmh i want more kisses." he smiles, and you press a hand to his shoulder. "you can have kisses when we get home." you push him back so he's sitting, getting up yourself.

viktor whines, collapsing onto your chest, drunkenly confessing his love to you over and over again. "i love you too, vik. c'mon i see our apartment building." you get his cane and tip the driver for putting up with your drunken mess of a boyfriend. viktor stumbles out of the car behind you, falling onto you and almost knocking the two of you over. lanky arms find their way around your waist as he mumbles something; hiding his face in your neck. "vik, c'mon-"

"i don't wanna share you with jayce.." he pouts, and you roll your eyes. "you're not sharing me with anyone." you take one of his arms, supporting him as you begin to walk inside. viktor almost falls over in the lobby, but you manage to get him into the elevator without him collapsing and hurting himself. "i didn't realise you were so heavy." you tease, deciding to take a video in the elevator mirror to send jayce in the morning.

"i'm not heavy!" he fakes offence, leaning on you. you laugh, ending the video before he realises. "can i have more kisses now?" he pouts, hooking his chin upon your shoulder. "not yet, when we get you in bed you can have kisses." viktor groans, fastening his arms around your waist. the elevator dings, and you help him to the door, fishing the keys from his pocket. "now..?"

"nope. be patient." you smile, unlocking the door and opening it before you aid him to the couch. sighing, you lock the front door and put the keys in their usual place. "babbbyyy..! kisses!" viktor whines, reaching for you. "no, we're sobering you up a bit."

viktor huffs, getting up and wobbling a little. "careful." you warn, pressing a hand to his side. viktor nods, following you to the bedroom. "stay here, i'm gonna get you some water." you say, and viktor mumbles something drunkenly. you leave him for at least a minute when he's calling for you. "coming." you shout back, taking the glass of water with you.

"help.." he pouts, his pants ruffled. you can't help but laugh at how lost he looks. "don't laugh..!" viktor whines, and you stifle your giggles. "sorry, sorry baby. c'mere." you put the glass down on his bedside table, unzipping his flyer for him. you help him out of them, supporting his lower back so he didn't fall. "buy me a drink." viktor giggles, trailing kisses along your shoulder. "i think you've had enough to drink, love." you push viktor to the bed, and he falls onto it.

you can't help but smile as he snuggles into his pillow, almost falling asleep. you take a quick video of him, adoring how pretty he looks. putting your phone down, you join him, draping the covers over him. viktor feels your presence and latches onto you, legs tangling into yours, his arms squeezing your torso. "hey." you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. viktor lets out a small noise, giving you a sleepy kiss on your lips.

you give him kisses as he dozes off, and eventually he passes out, completely tangled in your limbs and pressed up against you. you smile, kissing his forehead one last time as you settle down as well, texting jayce goodnight quickly. viktor hides his face in your neck, his breath tickling your skin slightly as he snoozes. eventually, you fall asleep too, pressing your cheek against his head as you hold him tightly.

he was going to have a killer hangover in the morning.

[dreamerstreamer]

Slip Up

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: One literal slip up leads to another and, well—it isn’t pretty.

Warning: includes depictions of anxiety as a result of exposure

Word Count: 5.0k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted something about a secret relationship! i hope you enjoy! on a more serious note though, don’t harass your creators and the people they care about. seriously, don’t.

With one last click, Clay let out a sigh, grabbing his headphones and setting them down on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the still clip on his monitor with a hint of a frown tugging at his lips.

After two long hours, he was officially tired of listening to George’s screams ringing through his ears. Sure, they were funny in the heat of the moment when he was recording, but having to listen to the same screams on loop while editing?

He shivered.

No thanks. He needed a break.

Grabbing his phone, he pushed open the door to his studio and headed for the stairs. I wonder where [Y/N] is, he thought to himself as he climbed the basement stairs two at a time. It’s been a while since I last caught a glimpse of her.

Surfacing on the first floor, he stuck his head into the living room, glancing around for a brief moment only to deduce that you weren’t there. With a huff, he spun on his heel. If she’s not there, he thought, his strides confident and full of purpose, then she’s definitely in—

He stepped into the kitchen, his gaze landing on your figure half-tucked behind the open fridge door almost instantaneously. He smiled. Bingo.

Slowly, he crept forward, slipping around the kitchen island to silently walk up to you. Before you even noticed he was there, he leaned down next to your ear and whispered.

“Boo.”

Letting out a sharp yell, you whirled, your wide eyes practically drowning in the amusement filling Clay’s emerald gaze as he let out a long wheezing laugh. “Clay!” you gasped, holding a hand over your heart. “You scared me, oh my god.”

His wheezing only grew louder in volume as he slapped his knee, still cackling at your distraught expression. Puffing your cheeks in a pout, you turned your back to him, staring back into the fridge. “Meanie.”

Struggling to regain his breath, Clay leaned in to wrap his arms around your waist in a hug from behind. You could feel his chest shaking against your back with laughter, beginning to slowly die down with each passing second. A moment later, he dipped his head down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Sorry,” he hummed. “I just thought it’d be funny to make you jump.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “I was right. It was.”

“Not for me,” you grumbled, and he let out the tiniest of wheezes next to your ear. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, kissing your neck. “How are you doing? I haven’t seen you all morning.”

You relaxed into his warm touch, melting into the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. Sending him a tired smile, you closed the fridge door and focused your attention onto him. “I’m alright, but I’m feeling kind of tired,” you admitted. “You get kind of sick of working on an assignment after the third, you know?”

He snuggled closer to you, smiling into your neck. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t know, but I understand your point.”

You rolled your eyes at him, leaning back into his figure. “Right, I forgot that you didn’t go to college, Mr. Streamer.”

Clay laughed at your words. “You’re just that much smarter than me, then.” He poked at your cheek affectionately. as he cooed, “Look at you, my super smart college student girlfriend.”

You turned in his arms to face him, frowning at him. “Clay, you say that like you aren’t considered to be one of the best, if not the best Minecraft player in the world. Give yourself some more credit.”

He brushed a stray hair away from your face, his gaze fond as he held you a little closer. “Okay, but only because you told me to.”

You snorted, sinking deeper into his arms. “If your followers could see you now, I’m sure they’d be spamming ‘simp’ in chat.”

He chuckled. “They already do that whenever I hang out with George—I can’t even imagine to what extent it would increase if they knew about you.”

You offered him a smile, but it felt forced. The question had been swirling in the back of your mind for a little while now, and it was just sitting on the tip of your tongue, now. You had to ask now, or it would devour you alive.

“Hey, um, Clay,” you said, your tone shifting as you fidgeted slightly in his embrace. “Do you—do you think we’ll ever tell people and your fans about, well—” You gestured to the space between the two of you. “—about us?”

He paused for a moment, then let out a soft breath. “I want to,” he said. “Oh man, you don’t know just how badly I want to share you with the whole world and show them you’re mine.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, your lips instinctively curling up at his words.

“But I don’t think they’re ready for that just yet,” he added in a wistful tone. He pulled back, sending you a crooked smile. “How about we cross that bridge when we get there? I know that when we do get around to it, they’re gonna love you as much as I do, I promise.”

You bobbed your head, feeling the anxiety in your gut disintegrate. “Okay. Thanks, Clay.”

He reached up to ruffle your hair, cooing at the small whine you let out. “Anything for you.”

Knocking his hand off your head, you grinned at him. “On another note, what have you been up to? Instead of sleeping in late, of course, you lucky butt.”

He swayed back and forth, bringing you along with him. “I spent a lot of time editing some videos that are still in the works. I’m gonna be streaming for a few hours in a bit, though. If you need anything, you know where you can find me.” He grabbed your hand in his, fiddling with your fingers with a slight squeeze. “Are you still gonna be working on your assignment later, or will I be allowed to bother you?”

Your mouth twitched at his pouty tone, and you squeezed his hand back. “I actually might go out to the grocery store. Patches’s cat food is on sale, so I might stock up on that, and I kind of wanted some snacks for studying. Was there anything you wanted while I was gone?”

He hummed, thinking for a moment. “Not really, to be honest.” Slipping his hand into yours, he began leading you to the front of the house. “Here, let me see you off.”

You felt your heart swell with love as he handed you your bag from where it hung on the coat rack while you laced up your shoes. Clay was always so attentive to you and your needs, never failing to make sure you had everything you needed at the drop of a hat. You were really too lucky to have him.

“Do you have your mask?” he asked when you stood up.

With a nod, you fished it out from your pocket, waving it in your hands. “Mhm.”

He smiled. “Awesome.” Opening his arms, he pulled you in for one last hug, inhaling the scent of your flowery shampoo before swinging the door open and watching you step outside, car keys in hand.

“I’ll be back soon!” you cried, waving to him from the driveway.

He waved back, leaning against the doorframe. “See you!” he called back. “Take care out there.”

“I will!”

His viridian gaze trailed after you and your car as you sped off down the road, knowing all too well exactly which radio station you had inevitably turned on. Well, no matter. He supposed it was time to stream, now. Locking the door behind him, Clay strode down to the basement, sliding into his desk chair with his hand on his mouse. Slipping his headphones over his head, he rolled his shoulders and opened up Twitch. 

Taking one last deep breath, he grinned and pressed the ‘start streaming’ button. 

“Hey, guys!”

You grunted as you pushed the front door open, sliding your shoes off as you heaved the last sack of cat food onto the ground with a loud thud. 

And that’s all three. Finally.

Pushing the door closed using your foot, you placed your hands on your hood in determination.

Now, to get them downstairs.

You grimaced, glaring down at the offending bags. This was going to sooo much fun.

Some things never ceased to amaze you. Like how smart Clay was, even as dorky as he could be. Like how fast he blown up. Like how much you loved him.

And like how much cat food Patches managed to eat without getting fat.

Seriously, you thought to yourself with a grumble, how does she still look the same even though she goes through a whole bag of cat food in like... two weeks? It’s just not fair.

“I wish I had your metabolism,” you muttered, shooting a glare at the feline in question.  “You suck.”

Patches was perched on the stair railings a few feet away from you, grooming her paws. The moment you spoke her name, she lifted her head to look at you, her ears flicking. You stared at each other for a few seconds before she let out a soft meow, jumping down to rub against your leg.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” you murmured to yourself, your heart swelling in your chest at the feeling of her nuzzling her small head against your calf. “I could never hate you. You’re too cute.”

You turned your attention back to the three sacks of cat food you now had in your possession. Patches’s domain mostly consisted of the basement, where you kept her toys and costumes. Consequently, that’s where the cat food was also stored, albeit out of sight so that Patches wouldn’t get any ideas. Like her owner, she had a penchant for mischief, but you loved them both anyways.

The main problem here was getting the cat food down the stairs. 

I’m a strong independent woman, you thought to yourself with a small smile. Also, Clay is streaming, so I can’t ask him for help even if I wanted to. Bending over, you hoisted the first sack into your arms. That’s okay, though. A few stairs can’t stop me.

Taking a deep breath, you trudged toward the basement, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time down. The last thing you wanted was to trip while carrying the cat food of all things.

Unfortunately, it seemed that you jinxed yourself.

Everything went fine for the first two bags, each sack having safely made their way onto their proper spot on their designated cabinet shelf. Each time you tread down the stairs, you would take a quick peek over at Clay’s recording studio, smiling to see him amicably chatting with his viewers while completing another speedrun. With a smile on your face, you climbed the stairs once more to come face to face with your final obstacle.

You grinned despite your arms aching from having done so much heavy lifting. Last bag. Let’s go.

Rolling up your sleeves, you began the same process you had been running with for the past two trips: pick up the bag and head down the stairs, making sure to step carefully. 

What you hadn’t accounted for, though, was Patches’s presence.

You were just about halfway down the stairs when Patches darted in front of you. With a soft yelp, you stepped back to avoid her, letting her bounce down the stairs ahead of you. A brief breath of relief escaped your lips, but it was short lived. 

Just then, your sock’s grip on the floor gave out, and you felt gravity wrap a hand around your ankle.

Oh, crap.

A shout tore its way out of your throat as as you tumbled forward, landing on the ground with a resounding crash. Beside you, the bag of cat food smacked into the wall and landed with a loud crunch. 

That can’t be good, you vaguely thought, your mind fogged up by a cloud of pain.

Just a few rooms over, Clay froze mid-stream, his mouse coming to a halt as his entire body went stiff. Without even thinking to mute himself, he tore his headphones off his head, your name flying from his lips in a flurry of worry as he rushed out the room.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], are you okay?”

On the ground, you winced, pain shooting up your side as you pulled yourself forward. In an instant, Clay was on the ground by your side—one hand on the small of your back helping you sit up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.

“[Y/N],” he breathed, panic seeping into his face as his eyes scanned every inch of your face for harm, “are you good?” You nodded, but it did nothing to ease the worry in his expression. “Tell—tell me.” He held three fingers in front of your face. “How many fi—”

“Three,” you replied immediately. You offered a pained smile, stifling another wince as you did so. 

He leaned in closer to your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “How badly are you hurt?”

You shifted your spine, trying to gauge the pain. The ache was dull at most, minimal at best. “Only a little.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a small sigh, sending him a reassuring smile. You appreciated his protectiveness, you really did, but sometimes he really did go the extra mile. “Clay,” you said softly, “I’m okay, really. I promise I’m okay. I just tripped and fell.” Then you glanced behind him, letting out a deeper sigh. “The cat food, on the other hand? Not so much.”

The bag must have ripped open when it fell, its own weight having collapsed on itself and tearing a hole right through the bottom. The individual pellets of cat food where strewn all across the floor, littering the ground like pebbles. And of course, Patches was already starting to nibble away. Pesky girl.

Clay stood up, reaching a hand out toward you. “Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

You took his hand, shaking your head as he pulled you to your feet. “No, no. You should get back to your stream.” Your brows knit together. “I interrupted it, didn’t it? Your followers will be waiting for you. You should go back.”

He shook his head, his expression resolute. “Contrary to popular belief, [Y/N],” he said, “you’re more important to me than just one stream. I’ll probably just end it when I’m done here, anyway.” He squeezed your hand, his gaze kind. “Let me help you. Please.”

With your heart fluttering in your chest, you squeezed it back. 

“Okay.”

Clay grabbed the two of you a dustpan as you began to clean up the mess of cat food you had made on the floor. You whined about how you just wasted a sale by tripping down the stairs while he poked fun at your frustration, passing you Patches with the request of keeping her away from the food as he swept. In practically no time, you had nearly forgotten what had transpired at all, just happy to spend some time with your wonderful boyfriend next to you.

If only you knew just how much your little fall was going to blow up in your face.

You ran your tongue over your chapped lips, your gaze focused on your laptop screen as your mouse finally hit the submit button. Letting out a sigh, you finally let the stress seep out of your body as a small smile overtook your features.

Finally handed it in. Now, you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

With a groan, you stretched your arms out above you, cracking your back. You’d been working away for a couple of hours now, but at long last, you were free for the weekend. Humming to yourself, you picked up your phone. You had set it to ‘do not disturb’ a while back, since it hadn’t stopped vibrating at one point. You hadn’t bothered to check why at the time, but you supposed you could spare some time for yourself before dinner.

Swiping your phone open, your thumb instinctively tapped on Twitter, a blue glow enveloping your screen before fading to dark. You hummed as you opened up the trending page, curiosity pawing at your backside. You had your bets on some trend going viral, but knowing the internet, it was probably some weird, random crap.

There were a handful of political memes topping the charts, as well as a #TGIF. You stifled a laugh as you scrolled a bit lower. Twitter sure was a weird place.

That was when a tag caught your eye.

#DreamExplain

Your thumb stopped, hovering over the screen. What? Explain what, exactly?

Then there���just few lines below that.

#WhoIs[Y/N]?

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

That was your name. 

Trending. On Twitter.

Panic shot through your veins.

What the actual hell happened?

With a heavy feeling of disbelief sinking its claws into you, you tapped on your name, watching as hundreds of tweets shot past your eyes.

Who’s [Y/N] and how can I be her

dream explain?! oh mygood what was that !!!!

is [Y/N] Dream’s girlfriend or something

um ??? dream said the name [Y/N] on stream today then went afk for like 20 mins ??? then the stream just ended ???wtf ???

what’s @georgenotfound gonna do omggg nooo!!! his boyfriend!!!!!!

You felt sick to your stomach.

Oh god.

They knew who you were.

You wanted to throw up.

Stumbling to your feet, you made your way toward the kitchen where you knew you would find Clay, your phone clutched in a death grip between your fingers. 

“C-Clay?”

He turned from where he was leaning against the counter, a smile lighting up his face at the sound of your voice. “Hey!” The moment his eyes landed on your face, his smile vanished. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Have—” You swallowed, your palms beginning to sweat. “Have you checked Twitter recently?”

“Nope,” he hummed, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “What’s trending this time? Did some politician say something or—”

“I am,” you said ever so softly.

He froze, his phone going slack in his hand. “What?”

You glanced up from your feet. “I’m trending, Clay.”

A beat of silence. “What?!” he repeated, louder this time.

You felt an odd sense of weightlessness sinking onto your shoulders, and you felt yourself begin to ramble. “Crazy, right? Little old me, trending? Wild. Insane. Like, just wow.” 

With each new phrase that leapt from your lips, Clay’s brows furrowed further. You could see the wheels in his head turning at full speed. Then, they stopped, and realization set in. Then came the horror.

Oh, dear god.

“[Y/N],” he whispered, taking a step toward you, “oh my god.”

“You’re also trending, by the way,” you continued, barreling ahead as your hands began wildly gesturing. You swallowed down the panic rising up your throat at full throttle. “It’s a shame that I’m not higher than you, but I guess we can’t win them all.”

“[Y/N],” he said again, “this is serious.”

You nodded, your expression still blank. “Oh, I know. I’m—”

Something in you snapped.

You sucked in a ragged breath. “Yeah, I’m—”

And out came the waterworks.

You collapsed to the ground, the sobs escaping your throat in uneven bursts. Clay’s arms were around you before you knew it, his hand cradling your head for the second time that day.

“Clay, Clay, Clay,” you choked out, your entire being dissolving into him. “Clay, they know who I am. They heard you.”

His grip tightened on you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. You sobbed harder, your tears soaking into his hoodie.

There was nowhere left to hide.

You hadn’t touched your phone in days. It hardly took more than a few minutes for your Twitter feed to have absolutely blown up with messages about you. Some positive, some negative, some neutral. While you appreciated the kind ones, you only had to read a handful of the not-so-kind ones for you to turn off your phone and hide it in a drawer. It wasn’t like you were going to even use it properly, what with its cracked screen.

The more time passed, the more acutely aware of the public’s knowledge of you became.

Your name was everywhere, supposed drawings of you were everywhere, you—you were everywhere.

You felt like you were suffocating in your own skin.

Clay knew that the slip up had been rough on you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He had asked you what you needed, if you wanted him to take a few days off to spend more time with you. You had declined, sending him a tired smile.

“I... I think I just need some time to myself to think things over.”

He didn’t push you anymore than that, instead holding you close and pressing his lips to your cheek. For the next couple days, he vanished off of social media—no tweets, no streams, no videos. Nothing. While you busied yourself with class work, he focused on editing and planning ahead for the future. You both knew you were stalling, but right now, you just needed time.

A knock came from your door, a soft voice following just after.

“[Y/N]?”

You rolled over on the bed you shared, your eyes flickering up to see Clay standing in the doorway. The book you had brought in with you laid untouched on the nightstand next to you. You haven’t been able to properly bring yourself to enjoy something without thoughts of doubt seeping into your head.

What do they think of me? Do they like me? Will they approve of our relationship? 

You were terrified out of your mind.

Clay approached the bed when he saw you move, gently sitting down next to you. “Are you doing any better?” 

He patted the space on his leg, and you twisted your body to settle your head on his lap. “Sort of,” you murmured.

A moment passed as he took in your words. “Have you eaten?”

You nodded, your head just barely moving. “Yeah. Ate some leftover pasta.”

You fell quiet once more, simply listening to the sound of his breaths next to yours. Despite having been hearing next to nothing but silence for days now, you felt better knowing he was next to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your attention once more. You turned your head towards him, his hand stroking your hair. His emerald eyes bore into yours, focused and sad. “Tell me what’s on your mind. You seem so distant, right now.”

Your gaze trailed up to the ceiling as you opened your mouth, trying to connect the mess of thoughts in your head into coherent sentences. “It’s just all so overwhelming,” you admitted. “All they know about me is my name and that I fell down the stairs, but it already feels like it’s way too much. I didn’t even spend that much time scrolling online, and I already know that there are more than just a few people freaking out.”

You looked up at him, your sad gaze mirroring his. “I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to have everyone begging you for a face reveal.” 

The sadness in his eyes only seemed to grow deeper, and you felt something warm and watery wrap around your heart. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, pressing a hand over his eyes. “I should have muted myself. I shouldn’t have been so reckless. I just moved without thinking and—”

You pulled yourself upwards, turning to sit face to face with him. “Clay, don’t say that.” You reached out to grab him arm, pulling it away from his face. His gaze was watery, and you wished you never had to see him with that expression. “It’s not your fault, not at all. When you heard me fall, you thought of me right away, and I appreciate that.” You held his big hand in between your smaller ones, interlocking your fingers. “That just shows you care for me. Please don’t beat yourself up over what happened.” You offered him a timid smile. “I know that I’m not taking this all too well either, but we’re in this together, right?”

His lips twitched to mirror yours, but his tone was still tinged with a low sadness. “I know, it’s just... I hate seeing you like this, like you can’t live your life normally anymore because of me.”

Your hand reached up to stroke his cheek. “Hey, it’s alright,” you crooned. “Remember, they only know my first name—not even my last name—and that I tripped. They don’t know what I look like.” Your lips twitched. “Heck, they don’t even know what I sound like. I think I’ll be able to live my life just fine. It’s just a little bit... much to begin with.” You shot him a goofy smile. “I might have to use Twitter less, but you know my screen time usage is way too high anyway.”

A chuckle slipped from his lips, his eyes curving into two crescent moons. You felt your expression shift to mirror his almost naturally, but then the smile slowly crept off your face. “And, um, Clay,” you added, fidgeting slightly.

“Yeah?”

“These past two days, I gave what happened some more thought,” you began, “and I think...” You gulped. I think I want to introduce myself.”

His eyes widened, and suddenly his hands were on your face, his gaze focused intently on your face. “Are you positive?” he breathed. “You know you don’t have to do this, [Y/N].”

You nodded, feeling your resolve harden like a stone in your heart. “I know.” You offered him a bold smile. “It’s scary and kind of hard to think about, but I don’t want to leave everyone in the dark. I want to be by your side through thick and thin, no matter what.”

He paused, then pulled his hands away from your face. That sadness in his eyes had returned, and you felt your heart crack at the sight. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said quietly, almost remorsefully. “I know that being with me is already a huge commitment, and this is just taking another huge step...”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “Clay,” you said, staring down at your knee. “I’ve been here with you from the beginning, and I’ll be here until the end. I’m here with you for the long haul, okay?” You raised your head, shooting him a wicked grin. “You won’t be getting rid of me too easily.”

Just like that, his smile was back. “Oh, alright. Only because I love you so much, though.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair with a weary grin. “Well, if there’s anything that I’m sure is going to happen,” he said, “it’s that my fans are definitely going to call me a ‘simp’ even more than they already do.”

You flashed him a teasing smile. “Are they wrong, though?”

His eyes crinkled at the corners.

“No, they’re not.”

Swallowing, you stared long and hard at the microphone sitting in front of you.

You can do this.

“Are you ready?”

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your hands shake in your lap.

“I—I think so.”

Clay pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his left arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you closer on his lap. With his right, he reached for the mouse. On his screen, he had his stream loaded up, with only a single mouse click standing between you and tens of thousands of viewers.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him. With a small smile, he dipped his head down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling back. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours lovingly.

“You know, this is only about half as stressful as when I met your family,” you joked.

He snorted, the rumbling of his chest running along your back and into your thumping heart. “And they loved you just as much as I do. Once the rest of the world meets you,” he murmured just for you to hear, “they’re going to love you just the same. I swear it.”

You let your eyelids flutter shut, breathing in his scent of fresh linen and citrus. “I hope so.”

He shot you a cheeky wink. “Oh, I know so.”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning around to look at his monitor once more. “Cheese ball.” You didn’t have to turn to know that he was still grinning. Snuggling further back into his chest, you said, “Let’s start the stream, yeah?”

With a nod, he clicked the ‘start streaming’ button. Almost instantaneously, thousands of people joined the stream. You briefly glanced at the chat and felt yourself stiffen when you caught a brief glimpse of your name. Almost immediately, Clay’s hand was on yours, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb while you relaxed once more.

Sending you one last loving glance, he leaned towards his mic and began to speak. “Hey, guys! I know it’s been a little while since I last did a stream, and I know you guys have some questions. But first, there’s someone I want you guys to meet.”

His gaze flickered to you, and he gestured toward the mic. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up your courage and leaned forward. 

“Hi there. My name is [Y/N].”

You felt his hand squeeze yours. 

With a smile and a deep breath, you squeezed back.

“And I’m Dream’s girlfriend.”

[0925priv]

enchanted to meet you.

pairing: idol!mark lee x youtuber! fem reader

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff

word count: 684 words

prompt: in which choi yuna, a youtuber who goes by the channel name: luna loves you, catches mark lee’s attention.

a/n: an alternate reality in which idols dating is normalized in south korea.

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

[2:01 am] “time check, it’s two in the morning.”, i angled the camera in front of me. i hummed softy as my fingers danced along the strings of my guitar.

i twirled the pencil in my left hand then erased a few words and made adjustments to the lyrics. there, all set.

“ehem.” i cleared my throat. i flipped the pages on the notebook in front of me. “the words just came to me out of nowhere.”

“uhh let’s see…” i bit my lip in concentration as i strummed my guitar setting a soft melody.

[3:28 am] i stretched my arms and yawned. who knew editing the three-minute video would take me this long? i usually work fast, but i got pulled into the rabbit hole that is twitter. stupid bird app.

luna loves you posted a new video:

“sooo its 3 am and i wrote a new song ..? (underwater tears demo)”

@lunalovesyou tweeted:

NEW VID UP!!!! check out my new song: underwater tears <3 lmk what u think hehe >< http://youtube/watch.jcu17

[4:37 pm] “yah donghyuck! did you steal my earphones again?” i shouted at the boy five feet from me.

“no, of course i didn’t!” i shot him a dirty look. “ok fine i borrowed it! it’s in the drawer back in our room.”

i sighed heavily in exasperation. my legs feel like jelly. i’m too tired to go back to the dorms and find my earphones.

“here.” jaemin handed me something. “i have another pair back in the dorm, you can have this.” he smiled at me.

i thanked him and sat at the far left corner of the practice room. i opened the youtube app and searched for her name. she tweeted about a new song—underwater tears.

i clicked on the video. the background was familiar. she was in her room. fairy lights adorned the canopy of her bed. a few plushies were on the ground. multiple albums sat on her shelf.

“…i’ve been exhausted my whole life

it’s a never ending cycle

of trying to swim upwards

but my feet are anchored to the ground

chains of steel held me down

lungs full of salt water

i tried to fight the waves and swim upshore

but they wouldn’t let me

no they wouldn’t

so if you can see me

come save me

please reach for my hand and pull me back up…”

the screen turned black signaling the end of the video. “wow.” i exclaimed in shock. i’ve always known she had a lovely voice. but this? i’m lost for words.

“what’s that?” i jumped in surprise. i looked to my left and saw the familiar silverish white mop of hair. “don’t you mean who’s that?” renjun said.

“ahh…luna noona.” jisung nodded in acknowledgment.

“tsk tsk.” haechan clicked his tongue in disapproval. “why don’t you just approach her?”

“hyung you know he’d rather eat a spoonful of ketchup than talk to a pretty girl.” chenle laughed.

“i’m going to!” i said in defense.

“when?” jaemin asked.

“i said i’m going to!” a chorus of laughter echoed in the room.

i first saw her while i was going through videos of people covering my song, child. her small smile on the thumbnail caught my attention. she was hunched over her guitar. her dark hair was roughly tied into a ponytail, a few stray strands covering her face. but even then, i could tell that she was absolutely beautiful.

the next thing i new, i was watching all her videos and stalking both her twitter and instagram. my finger hovered the screen, accidentally clicking the follow button. good thing i was using my private account, or else the press would have a field day.

i found myself waiting every saturday for her new upload on youtube. during my free time, i would watch her instagram live as she narrates her day. her eyes would shine brightly as she talks about the most random stuff, like how her pet dog bit her in the butt when she was younger, so she bit it back.

as andrew garfield said, she was like a shot of espresso—and i’ve just become highly addicted to caffeine.

next chapter.

[reader-no-danna]

characters: genos, zombieman, metal bat, amai mask

synopsis: headcanons for the characters stated above in a relationship with an s-class!reader

fandom: one punch man

warnings: none!

a/n: my first writing post 🤩 i love the s-class heroes so much so i decided to write some headcanons for them with a reader who’s also s-class! i may make a part two with flashy flash, fubuki, etc. hope you like it!

genos

at first, genos is indifferent to your presence among the s-class. he’s already prioritized his training and spending as much time as possible with saitama

i don’t even think he’d be aware you’d joined until it was announced at another meeting

he’s veryy curious to know about your abilities and how you shot through the ranks so quickly. but i think he’d keep his distance for a while

assuming reader is around his age, genos would be low-key shy around them. he just can’t bring himself to approach you first. this poor boy-

so at first he sticks to keeping things ✨professional✨ when he hears about a successful mission you were on, you’d get the occasional “i heard you did well against the enemy. well done, y/n” and a little awkward nod of his head

but you’d soon catch on him. when you gave reports at the hero summons, he would ALWAYS pay attention. like watch-dog man could be going on about how city-q is burning to the ground and you’d be like “well everythings fine over here-” and his head would shoot up-

silent fuming if tatsumaki scolds you or anyone interrupts you

and he’d make trips to whatever city you were placed in charge of and ask if you needed any help. he knows you can take care of yourself, he’s just looking for an excuse to talk to you

one day you saw him with saitama and the gang and you started hanging around them and that was it-

you all would be going on a lot of outings together, trying to ignore all the people gaping at you

he definitely finds time to steal you away from the others. he could never grow tired of saitama but fubuki would probably have loads of questions for you so he may excuse himself from the group for a bit and take you with him

the two of you fight sooo well together. you’re often assigned to handle monsters as a team because of how well you work with each other

you’re always with him if his parts get damaged during a fight. scolding him and telling him to be more careful, he’s getting too reckless these days

and genos’ fans take a particular liking to you... if your relationship is public then please believe the fan pages are goin wild

genos doesn’t care about all that, but he’ll quickly jump your defense if people start spreading false rumors about you and your relationship

he loves you and you’ll know it everyday 😌

zombieman

yet another stern man

he is also quite curious as to how you managed to make s-class.

because you either got in right away after the entrance exam, like genos, or you somehow managed to surpass amai mask. either way, he already has some degree of respect for you.

he seems like a bit of a loner, so i imagine the two of you would have to be assigned to a task or mission of some sort together to start communicating.

one thing i like feel he’d admire in an s/o is their strength, so he would be looking respectfully if you two were fighting together.

very observant. he’s looking for your fighting style, what attacks you normally use, and how he can help with his abilities.

he cannot stand heroes who’re only in the profession for the publicity. amai mask already annoys him- so that being said he’s very appreciative to see you actually saving people and being compassionate and not just smiling for the camera while leveling a boulder or sum-

in fact, he probably started to develop some sort of feelings after watching you save someone. maybe it was a child you had helped reunite with their parents after their town was wrecked.

you bring the kid over to their parents, and when you turn over to zombieman he was smiling for a split second before reverting back to that slight frown.

it can be slightly unnerving watching him fight, with his regenerative abilities and all that. you know he’ll recover from any injury but it still concerns you when he gets hurt.

he always reassures you, it’s not a big deal, he’s more than used to it by now. the last thing he wants is to scare you, so catch him actually looking out for his safety and trying to limit the damage done to him for you.

if you get hurt somehow, he’s by your side in an instant. your safety is top priority

he’ll blame himself for your injury, you gotta reassure him for him to feel better, and even that would take a lot of convincing

he’s glad to have you in the s-class, it was getting a little insufferable over there-

badd/ metal bat

remember when he had no idea who madame shibabawa was?? yeah this man does not pay attention during hero meetings 😭 he also was not aware you had joined s-class even though he definitely should’ve been told at that point.

another meeting was called and he’s sitting down in his usual spot, he turns around to see you there like ”😀”

he watches as you calmly give a report on recent sightings of monsters and other matters, like where?? did you come from???

he’s got a pretty boisterous attitude, and he’s very assertive and loud when you first meet him. i feel as though his rashness would be even worse if he thought he had feelings for someone

easily flustered, and it’s obvious too. you offer to come with him for a threat-level demon mission and he’s going on about how he doesn’t need the help of a “newbie” and how he can handle himself just fine. of course you have faith in him, he’s VERY strong but it’s fun to mess with him, and he’ll know when you’re doing it

eventually you decide to tag along with him on an assignment, and surprise, surprise, you hear no complaints from him

you two are a force of NATURE in a fight. his stamina and strength is boundless, and you’re also very impressive with your abilities.

you know those scenes in the manga where he’s in the middle of a fight, his shirt torn, hair all ruffled and in his face, and he’s got bloodstains on him? yeah you’re getting a full view of that on the regular 🥵

fights always end with you two walking away together, he’s swinging his bat and talking about the thrill and how much he enjoyed a good fight. he’ll also be slightly embarrassed to add “you weren’t so bad yourself, you know” and his face will be red but not from the exhaustion-

his sister zenko will become a big fan of you now that you’re s-class! he may even ask if you can give her your autograph and talk to her. he’d be so embarrassed but trying to hide it-

doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he just stuffs them in his pocket. also he avoids eye contact with you too. it’s too cute

“y/n, look, i don’t mean to bother ya, but my lil sis, she’s a huge fan and she'd really like to meet you so if you had the time that would be great. thanks.”

pleasee be nice to this mans sister 😤 i headcanon that he wouldn’t date anyone if zenko didn’t like them

after you meet zenko, congratulations- you have unlocked his soft side 🥰 you’ll find he's a real gentleman

if you’re talking during an s-class meeting and someone interrupts you- this man will NOT care who-

“oi! didn’t you hear y/n speaking just now? shut up or i’ll thrash you!”

in conclusion: badd >>> and his heart is yours 🥰

amai mask

this little prick right here

he wouldn’t be as upset if you went straight to s-class after the hero entrance exam like genos did. but if you actually climbed through the ranks?? and surpassed him??

he would’ve had to be a-class rank t-t-two for a bit 🤢🤮 like hurry up and move to s-class already, it’s killing him

despite being upset about it, he’s also quite impressed. the reason he refuses to move to s-class despite being more than capable is because he wouldn’t allow anyone he deemed unworthy to pass. you had to be very strong, and he begrudgingly had some sort of respect for you because of it

he also respects just people. a hero has to be beautiful, in both appearance and personality. so if you’re a good person then he’ll actually get along with you

make no mistake, he cares about his public image. so when he sees you, a young and stunning hero who made their debut in the highly esteemed s-class? he’d definitely see that as an opportunity grow his fan base

purposely greeting and talking to you frequently in public. and then acting surprised and bashful when being questioned about it by the media

it wouldn’t be long before the tabloids started rolling out with your names on the headlines, with people talking up your relationship

whether or not you’d be upset with it is up to you

if you don’t mind the gossip, amai mask would be muchh bolder with you in public. giving you those wry smiles that would make any other fan melt and openly flirting with you. the two of you may even be invited as guests on one of those talk shows he’s seen on

if the publicity is too much for you, he’d actually shut down the rumors immediately. “y/n is a wonderful addition to the s-class, and i’m looking forward to watching them grow. but their just an acquaintance… nothing more.”

why do i actually want to write a fic about amai mask and reader playing up their relationship in public now

buttt that’s actually not true because he’s starting to catch FEELINGS

he doesn’t like most of the s-class but you’re the exception

he’s a busy man but expect him checking up with you as much as possible to make sure you’re doing alright

after a particular stressful mission, he’ll book a reservation for you two at the best restaurant in the city! perks of being a star...

he’ll tell you all about his upcoming projects, but he’ll also listen very attentively as you talk about the s-class! he may even make fun of some of them just to get you to laugh

very attentive boyfriend and much nicer to you than he is to anyone else, s-class or not!

[parkers-gal]

Being tom’s costar & him setting you up with his brother, Harry. Maybe reader keeps saying no because she thinks Tom is asking her out

hello

combined with another request (hope you don’t mind)

Reader is dating Harry & Nikki like doesn’t her because she’s tom’s love interest in a movie. Harry & Tom defend reader

wc: a fat 3k (sorry lmfao took this too far)

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When you were first called in for a dry run through of a script that would later be your next movie, you didn’t expect Marvel’s very own Spider-man to be there too. Of course, he didn’t expect you there either, but you were still pleasantly surprised that the director had called in for willing or suggested actors. 

The two of you immediately hit it off, clicking on screen and off screen. And though you were playing lovers in front of the camera, your relationship with Tom was strictly platonic — and you were glad he was on the same page. 

That didn’t, however, mean Tom wasn’t completely involved with your love life. After returning to your trailer directly after a date, Tom was waiting for you — and wondering where the hell you’d been. You confessed you’d gone out with someone, but the date wasn’t smooth and they weren’t your type at all. The date went pretty badly, and Tom pointed out later. Ever since then, he’d ask you if you were going on another date. 

It had been a month and a half since then, and though you were ready for a relationship mentally, you knew it might be hard with all the press you and Tom would be doing around the world. You weren’t sure why you would be going on tour, though — it was a recreation of Sandra Bullock’s film While You Were Sleeping. Tom and you were popular enough as it was — a tour simply didn’t seem necessary. But, alas, you complied with your manager’s advice. 

“Sooo…” Tom followed you into your trailer. It was around eight o’clock, and he was using the voice he used whenever he wanted something from you. “Are you seeing anybody?”

It had been about two weeks since the last time he’d asked, and you were already rolling your eyes. “No, Tom. I’m not interested in whatever offer you’re about to make.”

“But Y/N!” He whined, pouting. “I know somebody who’s perfect for you!”

“As perfect for me as Andrew from the Uncharted crew?” You raise a brow, setting your purse down while Tom huffs. 

“He wasn’t that bad! How was I supposed to know that he doesn’t wash his beard?” “That seems like common knowledge to me, Tom!” You’re trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the conversation. “I could smell it from across the table!”

“Alright, alright.” Tom winces at the details. “I’m sorry about that one. But this time, I’m sure of it.”

“I swear to god if you pull some weird cliche shit and say yourself, I’m going to kick you out of my trailer.” You deadpan, pouring yourself from coffee from the brewer he’d just used while you were out. 

“It’s not me, Y/N/N.”

“Yeah, but you keep giving me dates with people that aren’t my type and then saying you have someone better. What if you’re buttering me up?” You smirk from behind the mug, sipping it smoothly. He rolls his eyes, but blushes nonetheless. 

“It’s not me.”

“Whatever you say, Spidey.”

He rolls his eyes again, sighing dramatically before heading towards the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“For what? Our date?”

“Quit teasing me!” He spins around, body halfway out the trailer entrance. “I meant ‘I’ll see you on set.’” You laugh wholeheartedly, waving to the brunette as he leaves you alone for the night. When you awake, you’re due early for a shower and straight to hair and makeup. You’re not sure why your character always wakes up so damn early just to work in a train station, but you comply with the director. 

“G’morning.” You greet the assistant director with a smile, bagel in one hand and your script in the other. 

“Morning,” He smiles before offering you some coffee. “Coffee?”

“Please?” You smile wider at the mention of the beverage, internally cheering as he makes your order — he’s memorized all of the crew’s by now, and it’s truly astonishing. You take up a conversation with him while you wait for your day to begin. 

Tom comes in through the double doors, spotting you immediately — with another boy. He races over as quickly as he can manage with his tired body and with what’s left of his dignity. He doesn’t want to seem too eager, but he really thinks he’s found a promising boyfriend for you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He greets before his jaw clenches subtly. “Morning Conor.” 

Conor nods at him before pouring another cup of coffee for the Brit. You’re rolling your eyes at Tom — you know him well enough to know when he’s feeling anything but positively. 

“Excuse us,” You smile apologetically at Conor. “I have a part of the script I’d like to talk to Tom about before we start.” Conor nods understandingly, and you pull Tom aside, walking behind the sets while you angrily sip your coffee. “Y’know, you don’t have to be so dry to the crew that happens to talk to me.”

“I wasn’t dry!” Tom defends, shoving his free hand in his jacket pocket. 

“Then what do you call that?” You gesture behind you with the roll of your eyes. “I thought we were on the same page about our relationship, here. I don’t like you in a romantical way, and I’d prefer it if you’d keep that base of our relationship out of work.”

“Y/N, Y/N.” He’s wide eyed, hands gesturing for you to slow down and listen to him. “I don’t like you in that way. I just… think I know somebody who you’ll really get along with.”

You groan. “Tom, you’re a shit matchmaker. Y’know that?” He gasps at your response, feigning offense. “Look, I’m being real with you! Nobody you’ve set me up with has lasted more than a week. You suck at this job, Cupid.”

Tom rolls his eyes but stops you from walking any further, grasping your arm to turn you in his exact direction. “Look, just trust me on this one?”

You ponder the idea almost with your body, head tilting in unsureness. “I don’t know…”

“Please,” He’s practically whining now. “Please, just… one more date?”

“Fine.” “Yay.” He smiles in victory just as the two of you are called back onto set. With heavy feet, you drag yourself to set, but this time, you can’t help but feel a little hopeful. Don’t fuck this up, Cupid.

**

You’d wrapped up filming last week, and the director’s were quite positive you wouldn’t need to come back in later for reshoots. So, you were flying out of Chicago and down to Atlanta with Tom for the weekend. He was going to “introduce you to his next option.” You still didn’t trust him, but you didn’t have any immediate projects, so you agreed anyways.

Tom was due to start filming Spider-man 3 on the upcoming Monday, so you knew you’d be going to the airport alone on your last night — that is, if things didn’t work out with this new date. 

After receiving a text from Tom to be ready by eight o’clock, you’d showered and done your makeup. Settling on an outfit wasn’t as difficult because you had only what you brought with you. You were driving down to Tom’s rental home — apparently Marvel Studios always rented him that one — by seven forty-five. You were driving a rental car, and you mentally kicked yourself for not bringing a jacket in the middle of winter. 

Parking in the open driveway, you rang the doorbell. Tom swung the door open, hair slicked back and trousers fitted nicely. You rolled your eyes with a groan, and before Tom could even greet you, you complained. 

“Tom, I told you I’m not going on a fucking date with you- please ju-”

“No, no, no, love.” He laughed. “C’mon in, it’s game night with me and the boys. Your boy is inside waiting for you.”

You looked at him skeptically before walking up the steps and through the door. Tom led you through a rather modern-looking house, through an extremely large kitchen and into a back den room with a poker table. You rolled your eyes, but your facade dropped in the immediate moment where all eyes turned to you. 

“Guys, this is Y/N, my co-star in that rom-com we just wrapped.” You saw Zendaya smile and wave, Jacob greeting you with a cheerful “hi!” and then you saw a freckled boy with red hair and immediately felt butterflies tickle your stomach. “Y/N, this is Harry. The guy I told you about.”

You wanted to curse at Tom for practically keeping this guy a secret. You wanted to curse him for setting you up with all those other tramps instead of this gorgeous boy right here. You wanted to curse at Tom for-

“This is my brother, Harry. Harry, this is Y/N, the girl I told you about.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out at his words, for reasons being that this “Harry” is his brother and that he’s talked about you to him. Keep your cool, Y/N.

“Uh, hi.” You nervously laugh, stepping forward to shake his hand. Harry smirks at you, hand reaching up as his lanky fingers make contact with yours, shaking from his seat without even standing. 

“Hey.” His voice is deeper than Tom’s and it catches you by surprise. Tom had told you about his three younger brothers, but he never mentioned specific details like the ones you’re noticing now. 

“Right then,” Tom clasps his hands together. “Y/N, you can share the seat with Harry while I get the drinks.”

You nod and try not to come off as too flustered, heart pounding against your chest, palms sweating. They’ve pulled up a loveseat to the poker table, suitable for two people, or two lovers. You wince at your own self, wanting to kick yourself again. But you don’t, instead sliding in next to Harry. He smiles, removing the toothpick that was sitting on the side of his mouth, sticking out like a truck driver. He throws it, and it lands directly into the garbage bin. You bite your lip and begin the game. 

You end up staying in Atlanta for a lot longer than your two-day trip for the weekend. You’re there for a total of four weeks, and you’ve spent practically every hour with Harry. You were in a hotel for the first four and a half days before Tom had groaned at you leaving at one in the morning again, telling you to stay in Harry’s room and stop wasting your money on lousy hotels. The proposition made you giddy inside (and nervous, but they didn’t need to know that), and when Harry smirked at the idea, encouraging it too, you agreed.

So, you spent practically four weeks in Harry’s room, giggling at jokes and cuddling and watching movies and taking pictures. He’d taken you to set too, showing you around, talking nonstop about his cameras and their many different lenses. 

The Spider-man crew was dispersing for a two week break, and Harry had already decided that you were going with him and Tom back to London. 

“Love, are you ready?” Harry called for you from the bathroom connected to his bedroom. You shouted back your reply, zipping up your final suitcase while he walked back into the room. 

You knew that after your trip to London, Harry would have to go back to work and you’d have to go home before starting your next project. But you didn’t care — the two of you had already discussed long distance relationships before confirming yours; you could make it work. 

You would land in London by your two-month mark, you realized with a smile. Harry gave you a forehead kiss before talking both of your suitcases downstairs to the car. You grabbed the duffel bags and followed him out of the room where it all began. 

The flight was exhausting but nostalgic in a weird sense. You spent the latter half of it curled up into Harry’s side, asleep or watching a movie. When you finally boarded off the aircraft, you went straight to Harry’s flat without protest. Normally, you’d fight about checking into a hotel so you wouldn’t catch anyone unprepared, but you were too tired to care. 

Now, it’s been a day since your flight and you’ve promised Harry — and Tom — that you’ll go with him to their parents’ house for some lunch. You admit that you’re nervous and that it’s probably too soon to be meeting parents, but you pay no mind as you’re entering Holland's childhood home. 

“Mum!” Sam, Harry’s twin who you’ve just been introduced to, yells out. “They’re here!”

You hear excited squeals as Sam leads the three of you through and into the kitchen. Nikki’s back is turned when you enter, but she excitedly turns around to greet her sons. She’s taken off-guard at the sight of you next to Harry, but still leans in to tightly hug her sons, who she hasn’t seen in quite awhile. 

“And who’s this?” She inquires, gesturing in your direction. You’re a little taken aback at how unwelcoming she seems to be acting, but you shake it off as nerves. 

“Mum,” Harry smiles, a hand on the small of your back, nudging you a little closer to him and his mother. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

The whisk in her hand seems to stop mixing the recipe in the bowl. Your smile falters slightly, but Tom fills the silence at Nikki’s ajar mouth. 

“Mum, she’s- uh, she’s my co-star in that rom-com I got casted for. Remember?”

“Oh,” She smiles a tight-lipped one, and you can tell it’s forced and fake. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Nikki.” She wipes a hand off on her apron before extending it for you to shake. You accept the offer with a hesitant but genuine smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” She hums but doesn’t respond, instead turning her attention to Tom. You make eye contact with Harry worriedly, and he shakes his head, bewildered. He kisses your temple before sending you in to meet Paddy and talk to Sam — somebody who actually welcomed you. 

The day goes on like this, and though the tension is most obviously present, you don’t touch the subject, knowing it’s not your place or your home, especially since you came almost unannounced. You don’t want to be angry with a woman you barely know, so you try not to mirror her feelings.

“So, Y/N,” She directs her attention to you for the first time all day. You look up from your intertwined hands with a smile. 

“Yea-”

“Did you just decide Tom wasn’t good enough based on his character and then move on to my next son?”

You’re shocked, mouth ajar as you blink. “W- what?”

“Tom told me about how many ‘date failures’ you had until you finally settled on Harry.”

You want to curse at Harry for offering to refill your drink, and you want to curse at Tom for spilling the secrets of your dating life. “I- I didn’t settle for anyone.”

“That’s not what my son says.”

Just then, both boys walk in together, laughing in conversation about something. You’re already crying, but the minute the door opens you stand abruptly, nearly knocking Harry off his feet. 

He laughs at you, “Love? What’s u-” But he’s cut short when he notices your red eyes and fresh tears. He sets the glasses down, wiping your cheeks and grabbing both of your hands. “What happened? Hm?” He’s shushing you, trying his best to calm you down. “C’mon, angel. Tell me.” 

“Your- your mom just said a few things.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrows, and so do Tom’s. They turn to look at the woman in the chair skeptically, questions flying out immediately. 

“Mum? What did you say to her?” 

You excuse yourself, not wanting to be a part of the conversation just yet. You run off to the bathroom to freshen up while Harry and Tom talk to Nikki. 

“Harry, I’m just being a protective mother, okay? I didn’t say anything that bad.” 

“Mum, you made her fucking cry.” Harry’s fuming, nostrils flaring while he glares at his mom. 

“Don’t talk that way with me.” She points her finger at her son. “That girl is no good for you.”

“Mum, I introduced them.” Tom says. “I know her; she is good.”

“Not if she has to settle for Harry.” She clicks her tongue. “I remember all those dates you told me she went on, Tom.” She sighs while he scoffs. “Anyone that tries that hard to find a boyfriend is out for other things.”

“That’s bullshit.” Harry interjects. “She’s an actress, of course dating is hard.”

Nikki purses her lips but doesn’t reply. 

“Mum, she’s crying.” Tom says softly, seemingly trying a different approach. “You haven’t talked to her at all, today. I think you shouldn’t have judged her too quickly.”

“Apologize.” Harry says finally before standing up. “Apologize or we’re leaving.” He walks out of the room, heading to the bathroom where you’re hidden away, sitting on the toilet while you catch your breath. He knocks, coming in with your permission. 

He pouts when he sees your tear-stained face, face puffy and eyes red while you sniffle. 

“‘M sorry.” You grumble the words while he kneels in front of you. 

“What’re you sorry for, baby?”

“For causing all this drama.”

“Hey, hey,” His thumb rubs across your knuckles. “You didn’t do anything wrong. She had no right to say those things to you.” You look at him as he finishes, engulfing him quickly, crying into his shoulder while he catches you with his arms, holding you against his chest lovingly. After a few minutes, there’s a knock at the door, and Tom’s voice rings through. 

“Mum says she wants to talk to you guys.”

Harry makes eye contact with you apologetically, thumb still moving across the skin of your hand. 

“Well,” he stands tall. “Shall we?” You wipe your cheeks one final time before standing with him, taking the hand he offered you as you head for the bathroom door. 

“Guess there’s no avoiding this part if she’s going to be my future mother-in-law.” 

Harry sucks in a breath, and as you make eye contact with a smirk, there’s a glint in his eyes that acknowledges that you’re feeling better. He smirks back, opening the door for you as you head back into the living room. 

Keep your cool, Y/N. You inhale a deep breath, emerging into the room. Keep your cool.