#i am honestly and genuinely wishing you the best anon. let's just move on.

[rdng1230]

Your post has me desperately needing a bucktommy/saltommy edit to mitski’s washing machine heart but continuing on because ✨pain✨

Anyways because i need more angst do you think sal ever thinks about that night and wishes he had stayed. Had had the courage to whisper words in the daylight instead of moon light. Do you think he’s happy for Tommy when he sees him with Buck but goes home and brings out the old whiskey bottle because he cant stand to look in the mirror because he’s scared what might stare back at him, scared to accept both of them moved on but a part of them both will always be tangled under those sheets under a night sky and lost promises.

(Honestly i gotta quit getting drunk and writing shit at 1:30 in the morning ignore this if ya want to)

ya know I wish I had the patience to become a good video editor, but I honestly fear the monster I would become. I am also chronically bad at remembering song names so I had to Spotify that one real quick and as soon as that little electronic beat came on I was like “oh fuck it’s THAT ONE” I see you anon, I see your vision.

on to the actual answer. There’s two nights you could be talking about so I guess we’re doing double trouble angst on this fine evenin’

Toxic Sal Tommy version with the bad call and the bottoming and the being a fucker afterwards? I think that version of Sal is a lot more terrified of the idea of wanting to be taken care of rather than letting tommy love him specifically. And also just the fear of being truly known, no cocky arrogant mask, no hierarchy, just a guy who is *deeply* affected by the horrors of his job and for one night let’s those wounds be seen. I don’t think this version of Sal truly loved Tommy, I think he profoundly trusted tommy, and that scared the shit out of him which is why he lashed out and ended it. I don’t think seeing Buck and Tommy together specifically would affect him. I think just seeing Tommy as he is now, such an open person who’s honest and doesn’t hide, I think that’s what would haunt Sal the most. I also think his behavior is a repetitive pattern. It’s a matter of 2 steps forward 3 steps back. He finds someone he can bond with, eventually builds a trust, let’s them in for the briefest of encounters, and blows it up again. Rinse lather repeat.

ok doomed lovers Saltommy? Dear god. I think so much of his decision to go into Tommy’s room that night is wrapped up in about 10 layers of guilt at probie’s death, shame at wanting comfort for something he thinks he caused, desire because that pounding in his chest that happens only around Tommy has become undeniable, and just wanting someone there to share the grief with. And even with the crushing tide of all those negative emotions, being in Tommy’s arms for the first time is still one of the best nights of his life.

But the rest of their relationship? That’s the part he truly aches over. He knows the way things ended hurt Tommy deeply, and all the hurt was avoidable if Sal had just admitted his own cowardice, that he knew he was going to hold Tommy back and that it was for the best he leave Sal behind. But instead he let that resentment of Tommy’s bravery build up inside him and made Tommy feel like he was doing something wrong or that Sal just didn’t love him. He used Bobby, a man he knew deep down was right to call him out, to place himself in exile, finally giving Tommy the freedom Sal couldn’t bear to give him himself.

when he sees the picture in the paper he spends the day letting himself cry in a way he never has before. He cries for the dead probie, he cries for all the people he hurt because he couldn’t stand their vulnerabilities, he cries because he knows the man he loves is truly lost to him. He genuinely does feel better after letting it all out and he ends up resolving himself that even though they’d never be together, he should have the decency to tell Tommy it was never his fault, and that all those things he’d said when their romantic relationship ended were completely untrue. so he writes that down in a letter. Tommy’s moved since they cut contact, so he decides to deliver the letter to harbor station in person.

when he gets there he’s surprised to see the 118 kid clearly bringing Tommy lunch. Sal stands just out of sight but he catches their conversation. He realizes Evan Buckley is already fixing all the pieces of Tommy’s heart that Sal broke. And that knowledge makes Sal happier and sadder than anything else ever has.

[ambitionsource]

I found ambition when looking for Jack and Eric fanfic on ao3. I genuinely thought it was it's own show with characters who just happened to have the same name as my two bmw favs (I didn't watch gmw and for my own sake I probably never will because they do my babies; jack, eric and angela, so dirty, and I knew of certain things namely Lucas Maya Riley I didn't know enough for it to make me click). I had no clue what I was getting myself into but then I started reading. I'm so beyond glad I did, I've loved every second, every laugh and every tear. Ambition is the show I wished I had as a teen (instead I had glee... and Riverdale... that says enough...) but I'm glad I found it when I needed it, as I face the same challenges the gang has been facing in season 4 as they move on from triple a and onto life in the real world. I like to believe the stories we need find their way to us, the characters we need to meet come to us, thank you for bringing all the characters but especially Jack, Charlie, Nigel, Asher and Jade to life, joining them on their journeys throughout the show and seeing parts of myself - good and bad - reflected back on me has helped me in ways I'll never be able to put to words so I'll simply say thank you. That's the power of good writing, it leaves the reader changed, the writing in ambition is incredible. I've been invested at every step, hooked by every twist. Ambition feels so real, so poignant, the characters feel like real people, it is so true to life in all it's complexities and in all it's ugliness and beauty. It's raw and it's human and it's about community and hope and it's about flawed people who make mistakes but are still worthy and deserving of love and who are trying to do not only do their best but do good and it's the story I desperately needed. I just wanted to write a wee note to send some appreciation to you all for your incredible work and everything you do to bring us this brilliant piece of work.

If the multiverse is real there's a universe where I follow Dylan Orlando on yt and TikTok and debate and jokingly bicker with Nigel about Shakespeare and am mostly likely a techie, I'm kinda sad that I'm not in it lmao but I'm glad and so grateful in one where I found your story. Looking forward to the rest of season 4 and in time season 5, it's going to break my heart to say goodbye but that's how you know that it mattered, if it hurts to let it go.

{backpedaling to bmw for a sec, BLESS YOU FOR WRITING THE WRONGS. I loved the Shawn Angela storyline in season 1 and honestly it healed a part of me that bmw/gmw broke. Without a doubt ambition did it better. I love when they pop in and they have some of my favorite lines. Shawn absolutely kills me, to paraphrase ; "oh yeah I could be jack, authority baby" destroys me every single time. I adore his dynamic with the techies too and Jack. Speaking of Jack, I am on my knees praising y'all for Jack and Eric, so rarely are older couples in teen/ya shows given such depth and it's even rarer to see a queer relationship between two men in their 30s/40s. Their relationship isn't perfect, it's flawed and complicated and there is so much love, their journey so far has been beautiful. It's rare for older characters especially teachers and parents to be treated as three dimensional and as complex individuals, they're typically just the joke or unreasonable antagonist, not in ambition. They are just as complicated and as real as our mains and I love that}.

omg hi! hello!! welcome welcome to the ambition family! full disclosure when i got the notification in my email that i had an anon on this blog i always lowkey dread it's going to be something harsh -- because internet -- but this message was the absolute opposite and the most lovely of surprises. i don't even know where to begin, but you wrote such a thoughtful and packed note here so i wanna address it all in turn -- please bear with me for the long response!

(though if you've read all of ambition up to this point, you're probably used to my writing being way too long. ahaha.)

first off, i wanted to highlight, underline, emphasize in bold what you said here: "I like to believe the stories we need find their way to us, the characters we need to meet come to us..." because you quite literally put our mentality about creating the show into words (beautiful words at that). that is near word-for-word the approach esther and i have taken with this show basically since its inception when we started writing it for ourselves -- we never ever expected it would reach as many people as it has. and we think of it that exact same way, that those who are meant to discover ambition will find their way to it (and its never too late to dive in). so it's so special to me to see you say that, to reflect that sentiment back to us, as like... proof that it is true. this series has brought a specially strange and wonderful cohort of readers together and it is always amazing when another one pops in to make themselves known. so thank you, thank you, for taking the time out of your day to share that with us. and again, welcome!

secondly -- HELL YES TO FINDING YOUR WAY HERE BECAUSE OF JACK AND ERIC! as someone who admittedly has grown less than fond of bmw in the intervening years (does our version of ct show that a bit... oops lol), jack and eric as a duo are still who holds my heart because they were that iconic in the source material of yore. i typically just tag them because they are so central to ambition (though as you probably noticed, i don't tag bmw as a fandom -- at this point i wouldn't tag either show honestly since its so like it's own thing but i have to unfortunately lmao), but i had considered not doing so because i didn't want to clog up the jeric tag but now i'm so glad i do, because look what a lovely little happenstance of bringing you to ambition it fostered!!

(also, you're correct. don't watch gmw. i enjoyed my time with it back in the day, it's cute, but there are better shows and the fandom was absolutely horrible. basically everyone who was there will attest to that LOL. that's partially why we emphasize that at this point ambition really is its own thing, because it's so far removed -- and clearly you can vouch for that now 😊)

and thank you for your kind words about how we write jack and eric -- we 100% agree that adult characters on young adult dramas tend to be useless at best and downright vile at worst (hellooo mr schue, speaking of glee), and we wanted them to be fleshed out and flawed and featured just as much in their own right. plus not only do they have a great relationship with each other that we enjoy writing (enemies to friends to lovers done right, if we do say so ourselves), they have such incredibly important dynamics with others (lucas and isa being the obvious ones) that it's impossible to think of the show without them. so it is SO great to hear such specific praise for them from a reader! and i love that you shouted out a shawn line, he is an underrated gem in the ambition story world for sure (and allowing him and angela their due was very satisfying for us, yes, hahaha).

lastly, can i ask, are you a writer too? because the way you phrased this is absolutely gorgeous and i want to just. hang it up on my wall and hold it close to my heart forever: "joining them on their journeys throughout the show and seeing parts of myself - good and bad - reflected back on me has helped me in ways I'll never be able to put to words so I'll simply say thank you. That's the power of good writing, it leaves the reader changed, the writing in ambition is incredible. I've been invested at every step, hooked by every twist. Ambition feels so real, so poignant, the characters feel like real people, it is so true to life in all it's complexities and in all it's ugliness and beauty. It's raw and it's human and it's about community and hope and it's about flawed people who make mistakes but are still worthy and deserving of love and who are trying to do not only do their best but do good and it's the story I desperately needed."

like legit, that means so so much to us. it's so heartening to see readers engage with the material so deeply AND come away from it with exactly the themes we set out to explore -- community, love, complexity, humanity, faith, failure, rebirth. so thank you, genuinely, for taking the time to send us this wee little note. it is incredibly kind of you, and we're so glad you found this series and get to take the journey with us.

enjoy the rest of the season to come, and please feel free to pop in at any time ✨

-- Maggie

[eurydicees]

Hi, I'm the TamaKyo anon who called you out. Wanna know why I called you out? Because I don't want the rest of the fandom to associate us with toxic people who belittle other ships. I'm not a KyoHaru shipper and I don't like this ship, however I know that the Ouran fandom is pretty peaceful and most TamaKyo and KyoHaru shippers get along and respect each other. Heck! There are even people who ship both ships, so there's no need to create a shipping war or pit the two ships against each other. Guess what? Some people shipping other ships with Kyoya doesn't invalidate my love for TamaKyo. I know you're going to say "iT wAS JUsT A JoKE". Well, you don't need to belittle another ship to make a TamaKyo joke.

hi anon! i'm not here to start a fight, and i appreciate your explanation! i'm going to give one of my own, and then we can all move on, because the post was taken down and it literally does not matter. we go touch some grass and all that.

i really couldn't care less about what other people are shipping, whether that's ky**aru or tam**yo or w/e. the post was for me and the people who would think it was funny. you're welcome to unfollow and/or block me if what i post is this upsetting to you. ky**aru wasn't tagged, the post was not meant for anyone who ships them to see nor was it meant to offend.

i'm not trying to start a shipping war, and i don't think that one post, particularly that one, is going to do that. i'm sorry i belittled ky**aru in order to make a joke, but i need you to understand that this is tumblr. me making a joke about a ship on my own blog is not the end of the world. there are much, much bigger problems in the world and in this fandom. one joke does not make me a "toxic" shipper. i don't think you really understand what the word toxic means, nor how it actually manifests in fandom.

to your other point, the ouran fandom is literally a mess. idk what tags you go in, but people put ship hate in the tags all the time-- i track the tam**yo tag, so i see it! i know it's there! i have friends who have gotten hate for their ship content! like any other fandom, the ouran fandom has a whole host (haha) of real, awful issues that i'm not going to bother getting into rn, because they suck and i try to keep this blog drama free.

again, you are welcome to unfollow if you're gonna be so mad about this. and if you already don't follow, i really don't know why you're bothering with me. just block! i'm not going to get into a fight with an anon.

i genuinely hope that you do well going forward, and that you have/had a good valentine's day. i'm going to continue posting on my blog about the things that i think are fun, and you can do the same on your blog. have a good day/night :)

[ofstoriesandstardust]

don’t blame me (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i’ve never written from Phoenix’s perspective before and it was a risk doing it but I wanted someone else to tell the first part of the story. i have to admit that i’m nervous about this one. i like to think Rebel’s anger is quieter than Mav and Rooster’s, but when she strikes, she strikes hard. (please see: every time Rebel has insulted someone). anyways, this got so far away from me and i am so sorry.

summary: One of the new TOPGUN pilots is caught making moves on Rooster. Moral of the story? Rebel is not to be fucked with. 

based on this idea from @starcrosslove​ and this addition from an anon

the (unofficial) part two to heart made up on you 

the title comes from taylor swift’s “don’t blame me”

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, implied homophobia, someone talking shit, insecurities, crying, kissing, mentions of sex, my general Navy inaccuracies and making the Navy work for me, Rebel’s a little bit of a bitch but she’s earned it, i genuinely have no good explanation for this

word count: 5,833

It’s the mention of her best friend that first catches Phoenix’s attention. 

At the drop of Rooster’s name, she turns ever-so-slightly, catching sight of one of the female pilots from the new TOPGUN class talking to a few other pilots from the base. Ace is her callsign. 

Ace is one of her least favorite pilots from the new class. The Iron Daggers had been working with them, because as the best, the Navy saw the things the students could learn from them. But Ace was so sure of herself, she was unwilling to take criticism. Her flying put others in danger and she was resistant to making friends. Her own wingman, Storm, bemoaned the fact that he had gotten stuck with her, and looked mildly unhappy to be trapped at the bar with her. Atlantis, the ever-annoying prick, was with her too, egging her on in the shit she was talking. When it had been revealed by another TOPGUN pilot that the two were related, no one had been surprised. She nudged Bob, tilting her head back to the group behind them and he paused in his conversation with Hangman, listening in too. 

“I just don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean I’ll give her credit, she’s fucking hot, but dude...” Atlantis snorts. 

“Ace, I don’t know what to tell you. Those two are up each other’s ass. You stand less of a chance with Rooster than I did with Rebel.” His sister lets out an indignant scoff. 

“Excuse you! I could definitely bag Rooster by the time the night is over.” Phoenix raises an eyebrow as Hangman slowly leans against the table, trying to not make it obvious that three of them are eavesdropping on this conversation. 

“Are you willing to bet money on that sis?” Atlantis taunts. 

“You know what, yeah I am. 50 bucks I bang Rooster by the end of the night and their relationship is over. She doesn’t stand a chance.”

“And I’ll bet another $100 Rebel punches your lights out Ace.” Storm responds. “You’re playing with fire here.” 

“Oh please, we all know that they aren’t happy together. I’m sure Rooster’s just waiting for the first pretty girl to make a move. None of them are brave enough to go against her, but I feel no fear.” 

“Damn straight.” Atlantis agrees, raising his beer in his sister’s direction. 

“She’s a fucking miserable bitch. Their relationship has been over for a long time and neither of them are willing to admit it. I wish she’d go away honestly.”

“And you’re sure you’re gonna be successful?” Atlantis asks, a smirking gracing his face. 

“Oh, hell yeah. All I need to do is give him a little wink, let him cop a feel, and the boy is mine.” 

Storm sucks in a long breath through his teeth. “You’d better be careful with that Ace. You’re flying with Coyote tomorrow morning. You ruin his best friend’s relationship, you're asking for trouble.” 

Damn right, Storm. 

The bell jingles, singling new arrivals and the group behind them pauses, turning. A quick glance reveals Rebel and Coyote with Rooster, Fanboy, and Payback right behind them. They split off, Coyote and Rebel making their way over with the other three stopping at the bar. Another quick glance reveals that Atlantis is smirking at his sister, gesturing to Rooster with a now’s your chance look. She huffs and grabs her beer, making her way towards the three unsuspecting pilots. Phoenix quickly catches Rebel’s eye as her and her best friend arrive at the group. 

“What?” She asks as Coyote settles in next to his boyfriend. She nods her head to the pilots behind them and her gaze drifts over their heads to the others. She  turns back, confusion filtering in her look. “Okay, so Storm and Atlantis are here. And?” Phoenix shifts forward, resting her arms on her knees. 

“They were talking about you.”

She shrugs. “Okay? They don’t bother me.”

“They were talking about you and Rooster. Ace bet her brother 50 bucks she could bang him by the end of the night. They were talking massive shit about your relationship.” Something in Rebel’s eyes harden, glancing back over to her boyfriend, who’s now looking mildly uncomfortable at the pilot unabashedly drapping herself on top of him. Still, she shrugs again. 

“So? What do I care? Some hotshot pilot isn’t gonna fuck up my relationship. I’ve known him since I was in diapers, he’s been my best friend for years, and I’m the one he’s coming home to every night. She’s not gonna do shit.” Her voice rises as she talks. The group collectively shoots her a look and she sighs, shoulders drooping. “Fine, so I care a little.” 

“My favorite part was when Storm bet her a 100 bucks you punched her lights out, which I would very much like to see you do, so go get your man.” Hangman says, which earns him an elbow to the rib from Coyote. 

“Rooster’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.” 

“I vote you go defend your honor.” Hangman responds, which results in another elbow to the ribs from his boyfriend and a glare from Rebel.

“They’re coming over here.” Bob mutters, twisting back around from where he’d been watching Ace flirt with Rooster. Rooster looks unhappy about the pilot who’s following him, Fanboy and Payback still watching from the bar, choosing to stay out of it, it seemed. Atlantis materializes next to his sister as Rooster and Ace arrive. 

This should be interesting. 

Rooster hands his girlfriend a beer, arm casually slipping around her shoulders. Rebel’s jaw clenches as Ace makes eye contact with her, a smirk on her face as if she’s taunting her. Rooster clears his throat, glancing at the younger pilots who’ve joined them. 

“You all know Ace.” He introduces, gesturing to the girl with the hand that’s holding his beer, arm never leaving his girlfriend. She offers a sickly sweet smile, waving. The group doesn’t return the gesture. 

“Nice to see you all again.” Atlantis says and the group offers him a glance. Rebel moves, shifting away from her boyfriend to sit opposite Hangman, directly across from Ace. Phoenix exchanges a look with Bob, not enjoying the quiet anger that’s brewing in her Rebel’s eyes. 

“Rooster, I have a question.” Ace asks and Rebel’s eyes narrow. Rooster, bless the oblivious boys heart, is unaware of what’s really going on and is very clearly baffled by the situation unfolding. 

“Sure.” 

“What’s your type?” Rooster’s eyes go wide.

“Um, my type is my girlfriend.” 

Good boy Bradshaw.

Some of the tension bleeds out of Rebel’s shoulders. Atlantis is still eyeing her like he did the first night, looking at her in all the ways Phoenix wants to punch him for. 

“Well, sure baby, but I could be your type too.” Ace says, a sickening sweetness dripping from her words. Fake, it’s all fake. 

“No thanks. I’m very happy with my girlfriend.” 

“Are you? I know it must be tiring, being with someone like her.” 

“Excuse me?” Rooster says at the same time Coyote offers a “What the fuck are you talking about?” The two glance at each other, neither surprised at the speed in which they rush to defend her. Ace rolls her eyes, shifting. 

“I mean, don’t you get tired of it? She never shuts up, she’s constantly making her problems everyone else’s, and she drags down everyone around her. She wouldn't even have half of what she does if it wasn’t for Maverick. The two of you deserve better and you know it.” Rooster huffs, straightening his shoulders as Coyote narrows his eyes. Phoenix takes a quick glance to Rebel, who’s leaning in closely to Hangman, listening closely to the words he’s whispering in her ear. Ace catches the movement too. Unfortunately. “See? I bet she’s cheating on you with him.” The pair pull apart as Hangman raises an eyebrow at her. 

“I would never cheat on my boyfriend.” Hangman responds matter-of-factly, taking a sip of beer.  Ace takes pause, cocking her head. 

Atlantis snorts. “Yeah, that’s a special kind of betrayal, screwing your best friend’s boyfriend.” The quiet anger is still brewing in Rebel’s eyes as she watches Ace carefully. 

“What?” Ace kisses, looking to her brother. He turns slightly. 

“What, did you not know that?” She shakes her head. 

“Yeah, Hangman and Coyote are gay for each other.” Phoenix catches Hangman’s hand shooting out, grabbing the back of Rebel’s jacket as she moves to stand up from her seat. Ace looks around the group, eyes landing back on Coyote. 

“You know what, never mind. I’m not sure I want to be around people who support people like you.” If Phoenix peeks over Bob’s shoulder, she can see Hangman’s grip on her jacket tighten as a flash of hurt crosses Coyote’s face. 

“Then get lost. We don’t want people like you over here anyways.” Rooster snaps. 

Ace scoffs. “People like me?” 

“Ignorant bitches who will treat everyone like dirt to get to the top. You don’t care about Rooster, you just care about ruining Rebel.” Phoenix responds and Ace turns to face her. “Fuck off.” Ace huffs, but does, turning on her heel as her brother trails after her. Hangman slowly lets his grip on Rebel go when he’s sure she’s not gonna take after the other pilot. 

“Coyote, I’m sorry, she wouldn’t leave me alone.” Rooster mutters after a few minutes of silence. Coyote shrugs. 

“Not your fault Bradshaw. Good on you for putting her in her place Nix.” He says, offering her his fist. She fistbumps him as Payback and Fanboy arrive at the edge of the group. The tension could be cut with a knife and Fanboy’s face reflects as much. 

“The hell happened?” 

Hangman opens his mouth to answer when Bob lets out a “Are you okay?” The group turns, realizing he’s talking to Rebel. The girl’s jaw is tight, her eyes stormy with the same quiet anger, not offering any words as she looks at the ground. 

“Rebel, don’t worry about it. I’ve been told worse.” Coyote offers. 

“Yeah, and she’s not gonna shake what we have.” Rooster follows up, but she doesn’t look up. 

“’M fine. Who wants to play pool?” 

Payback groans. “What did Ace do?” Fanboy straightens up. 

“Who’s honor are we defending and how bad was it?” Rebel raises her head, running a hand through her hair. 

“It’s not a big deal.” 

“Are you sure?” Hangman asks quietly, a rare moment of care shown between the two. 

“Her day will come.”

-

You sigh, knocking on your Dad’s office door. You shift on your feet, still unsure about what you were about to do. 

They needed to go.

“Come in.” He calls and you take a deep breath, pushing the door open. As far Navy offices go, it’s small and got a welcoming feel, one only your Dad could exude. Warlock and Cyclone are there, along with Thunder, one of the other TOPGUN instructors. He looks up, smiling. “Hey kiddo.” 

“Hey, sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.” He shakes his head. 

“No, not at all. What’s up?” You sigh, shutting the door behind you quietly. 

“Um, I have a concern about one of your pilots. Two, actually.” He swallows as his face hardens. He nods his head to the chair in front of his desk and Cyclone quickly stands up, moving so you can take it. You sit, pulling your hands from your jacket as you swallow. “I want to preface this by saying that I would never intentionally try to get a pilot dismissed from the TOPGUN program because of a personal dislike for them.” Thunder exchanges a look with your Dad. 

“What’s gone down?” He asks, folding his hands on his desk. You run a hand through your hair, taking a shaky breath. 

“Atlantis and Ace. I have genuine concerns about them. I’m worried that they both might be a danger to other pilots.” Thunder sighs, settling on the edge of the desk. 

“You wouldn’t be the first person to express concerns about Atlantis. What did he do?” He asks quietly. 

“He’s not very good at respecting other female pilots spaces. I’ve heard rumblings from a few in the new class that he’s not willing to leave them alone, always trying to have a hand on them, making crude comments about their bodies. He’s exhibited this same behavior off-base to other female pilots. He doesn’t understand the word ‘no’ and gets visibly and verbally upset when he’s rejected. I myself have been subject to this.” Cyclone startles. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shrug. 

“It happened weeks ago, at the start of training. We were at the Hard Deck and he got kicked out for his behavior and I thought that was the end of it. But it hasn’t been and if this is how he’s blatantly treating his mentor figures along with fellow pilots, I don’t want to think about how he treats others back on his home base.” 

“And Ace?” Thunder asks, unphased by the information regarding Atlantis’ behavior.  

“What I’m about to say is on a need-to-know basis and can not leave this office unless absolutely necessary. I also don’t want this to be misconstrued as me going after her personally.” You say, looking Thunder in the eyes. He was a good man, but what you were about to reveal could not get out to the rest of the Navy. And it was personal, but no one needed to know why. Thunder nods, signaling for you to continue. 

“The other night, a few of us were at the Hard Deck hanging out. Ace made a comment to Coyote about not wanting associate with people like him.”

“Meaning?” Your Dad asks and you turning your attention to him. 

“Meaning as people who are a part of the LGBTQ+ community.” Thunder stands up as your Dad’s eyes widen. “I firmly and genuinely believe this was why she intentionally pulled that stunt during training yesterday.”

The day prior, Coyote and Ace had been assigned to fly with each other as part of the day’s training. She had pulled a stunt that would’ve gotten Coyote hurt had he not been as good of a pilot as he was, in addition to the fact that there was no real enemy plane chasing them, only Maverick. Your Dad had given her hell when she’d landed, but she seemed to care very little about Coyote’s well-being. 

Your Dad sighs, shifting to lean back in his seat. “This isn’t the first time we’ve had these complaints about Atlantis. But this kind of behavior from Ace? Unbelievable.” 

“I believe it. Respectfully, you guys don’t see how she treats the other pilots when you’re not around. She’s very careful to make sure this all happens off-base. And while Coyote is fine and has brushed the comment off, I worry about how she would treat an openly-gay pilot on a real mission. And I don’t want to let someone else get hurt because I was quiet about what I knew. And we’re all aware that the Navy has an expectation that no pilot would be discriminated against or treated unfairly because of their sexual orientation.” You’re looking at your Dad, and only your Dad now, begging, pleading, with him to understand where you’re coming from. 

And he should, because he lived through Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. And he does, because you knew what he had with Uncle Ice. 

Thunder looked to Maverick. “I think we both know what to do about Atlantis. But I’ll support whatever call you make about Ace. The Daggers are your pilots and you know them best.” Your Dad remained quiet, studying you. 

“Does Coyote know you’re doing this?” Warlock asks from the chair next to you. You shake your head. 

“He would be so mad if he did.” You respond quietly. 

“Disregarding the fact that I’m displeased that this happened to one of my own pilots, you and I both know this can’t be tolerated Maverick.” Cyclone says, looking at your Dad. Your Dad finally sighs leaning forwards in his chair. 

“Thunder, Cyclone, and I will discuss this with a few of the higher-ups. Thank you for bringing your concerns forward Lieutenant.” You swallow at the use of your rank, at the quiet emotion in his voice. You were in so much trouble. “Unless you have any other concerns you’d like to bring forward at this time, you may go.” You shake your head, standing up from the chair. Warlock and Cyclone bid you a quiet goodbye as you leave the office. 

If Dad didn’t get to you first, Coyote was definitely going to kill you. 

-

“Hey, are we good?” 

You look up to see Coyote settling next to you in the rec room. Training with the TOPGUN class had been delayed for the day, and Atlantis and Ace were very noticeably missing. Their absence was the topic of the day as you all continued to wait. You had stayed quiet, not wanting to reveal what you had done. 

You and Coyote hadn’t talked since that night at the Hard Deck. You and Rooster had talked some, but you hadn’t revealed your conversation with your CO’s to him either. He’d be pissed if he knew that this is what you had done. He could claim that Ace flirting with him was not a big deal, assure you that the two of you were secure in your relationship, but it wasn’t the flirting with him that had bothered you at your core. The things she had said, not only to Coyote, but to you, about you? Unforgivable. And you knew she wasn’t sorry for them, not in the slightest. 

“Rebel?” He prods, nudging your shoulder with his own. You startle, realizing you had zoned out. 

“Sorry, I spaced. What did you say?” 

“Are we good? We haven’t talked much the last few days.”

“We’re fine Coyote.” You respond, offering him a tight smile that you know probably comes out more like a grimace. He looks at you as if he doesn’t quite believe you. Rooster quietly joins you, settling on your other side as you lean up against the windowsill. 

“Did you do something I should know about?” He whispers quietly. 

“Yeah, where the hell are those two?” Coyote says, crossing his arms. 

You fixate your gaze to the board on the opposite side of the room. “Not a clue. And no.” 

“Did you do something you don’t want me to know about?”

“No.” It’s a lie, but you’re not going to reveal it. There had been good intention in what you’d done, genuinely worried about the safety of other pilots, but it’d been rooted in selfishness and you couldn’t quite swallow the guilt about that fact. Hangman walks over to you, placing himself on the edge of the couch that’s nearest to the window. 

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, shifting to rest his arms on his knees. You pull at your NAVY sweatshirt and shrug. 

“What did you do?” Coyote asks as Maverick and Thunder appear in the doorway. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whisper as the conversation in the room stalls, all looking to their CO’s. Your Dad clears his throat, glancing at Thunder. 

“Sorry for the delay pilots. It’s been decided the Daggers are not going up with you as we need to sort out new arrangements. Ace and Atlantis have been let go from the TOPGUN program, dismissed for their behavior.” A murmur ripples throughout the TOPGUN class as every pilot from your squadron turns to face you. You feel yourself shrinking, trying to make yourself small at their gazes. You can feel both Coyote and Rooster straighten next to you, as Hangman gives you a look that tells you he sees right through you. 

“What did you do?” Rooster whispers sharply. 

Maverick clears his throat, silencing the pilots. “I want to remind you that sexual harassment or discrimination of any kind is not tolerated. We here at Miramar take these reports very seriously and do not want any other pilots to feel as if their behavior has been ignored.” 

Coyote turns to look at you, but you refuse to meet his eye, only looking to your Dad, who you know is not thrilled with you. He falls back, turning to Thunder. Thunder steps forward, looking to the TOPGUN class. “You are all dismissed. Please head to the locker rooms and get ready for training for the day. Iron Daggers, will you stay for just one moment?” The TOPGUN class gets up to leave as your squadron pulls closer to the two CO’s. You swallow, willing them to not out you for what you had done. The door to the rec room shuts as your Dad sits one of the chairs, looking at his team. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry to you all if any of you were affected by Atlantis or Ace’s behavior. What both of them did never should have happened. Coyote, I’m especially sorry to you, because I know Ace’s views were reflected that day she flew with you.” Coyote shakes his head. 

“No worries, sir. Walked away without a scratch.” Your Dad smile ruefully. 

“And we’re all very glad for it.” He stands up, moving back to where Thunder stands. “You’re all dismissed.” The team moves to exit the room. 

“Oh, and Rebel?” Thunder calls. You turn, as does the rest of the team. 

“Thank you for coming forward about your concerns, I know that must not have been easy for you.” You swallow, nodding. You slip past the rest of the team and out into the hallway, everyone following behind you. Coyote catches up first, walking just behind you. 

“Why did you do that? I told you it was fine and to let it go.” You turn abruptly, bumping into Coyote’s chest. 

“Selfishly, I didn’t do it all for you.” You snap, eyes narrowing. 

Hangman lets out a low whistle. “Damn, remind me to never fuck with you.” Rooster shoulders him out of the way as Coyote stumbles back from you. 

“The hell was that?” Your boyfriend asks, the anger flickering in his eyes. 

“No one is going to talk about me that way. My old squadron did enough of it.” Rooster deflates as he looks at you, glancing at Coyote. You sigh, slipping your hands into your back pockets as you look at your team and then back to your boyfriend and best friend. 

“Look, I love the both of you. And I’d go to bat for you, always. But I didn’t do it just for you. What I did was out of genuine concern but it was also for me. I’m done being harassed by other pilots and I’m not sorry for standing up for myself for once.” You swallow, shrugging. “And if that upsets you, that’s on you, not me. I won’t apologize for what I did.” Rooster and Coyote exchange a look as Phoenix steps froward, slipping an arm around your shoulder. 

“I’m so proud of you.” She laughs and you give her half a smile, rolling your eyes. “You know what, I’m buying you a beer.” 

Hangman chuckles. “I’ll double that. Good on you.” You look back to Coyote and Rooster, who both seem to be struggling with what to say. 

“I feel bad about it but I’m not sorry.” You say, feeling the guilt slip from your shoulders. 

“For what it’s worth, if I was you, I would’ve done the same exact thing.” Bob says quietly and you look over to him. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate that from any one.” 

“My Dad doesn’t think so. Thinks I should’ve kept my mouth shut.” 

“Your Dad’s just mad he had to do the paperwork for dismissing someone.” Phoenix jokes, shaking you with the arm thats still slung around your shoulder. 

“Speak of the devil.” Fanboy mutters as Halo and Fritz shift, allowing your Dad room into the group. Phoenix lets her arm fall from your shoulder as she straightens up. 

“You are to never do that again, do you understand me?” He says quietly, only looking at you, and Rooster glances at him. Very rarely did you and your Dad fight but it was never good, what with two of you being the most stubborn of individuals who'd never budge. 

“Mav-” Rooster gets bypassed as your Dad keeps talking. 

“You are so lucky Atlantis was already halfway out the door and that Ace’s behavior was a real concern for the higher-ups because if just one of them suspected you were personally going after those two, you would have been dishonorably discharged within the day. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Have you actually asked her why she did it?” Rooster asks and your Dad pauses, looking to him. He shakes his head slowly. “You should hear her out Mav, it’s not what you think.” Your Dad swallows, shifting to straighten his shoulders. 

“Out with it then.” He gestures to you. 

“I don’t get a choice, do I?” 

“Not a chance in hell. If you did this for either of these two, you and I are going to have serious issues.” 

“I didn’t do it for them.” You sigh, glancing at your best friend. “Look, what she said wasn’t cool. But I’m fucking tired of pilots talking about and treating me however they want to.” Your Dad shakes his head, the anger now mixing with confusion. 

“What?” 

“Ace said some pretty terrible things about Rebel. About her relationship. Fully tried to get Rooster to cheat on her.” Hangman responds quietly, glancing around the hallways as if the girl would appear at the mention of her name. 

“Like?” Your Dad prompts. 

“No, we’re done talking about this.” You interrupt, casting a look to Hangman. Hangman had shared with you what Ace had actually said that night, in a hushed tone that only you could hear. It didn’t need to go any farther then three who were present for it and you. You look to Phoenix. “How about that beer?”

“No, we’re not done talking about this.” Your Dad responds, the anger returning.

“Listen, nobody gave a shit when Coyote put his wings on the line for me. What does it matter?” 

“It matters because I don’t want you throwing away your career because a girl was flirting with your boyfriend. At least Coyote had a good reason.”

You scoff. “Oh, give me some credit here, please.” Your Dad sighs, studying you for a moment. “It’s not just about the flirting or the going after my relationship or hurting my best friend. She went after me. And maybe that’s a petty reason, but I don't care.”

“It’s not.” You look to your best friend, who sighs. “It’s not a petty reason.” 

“I agree.” Rooster says, shifting. “Look, you- you’ve been through hell while in the Navy and like Bob said, I wouldn’t have tolerated it either. Not ever, not after what the Green Vipers put you through.” You swallow. 

“So... we’re all good?” You asking, looking between the three men. They all nod and you let out a deep breath, feeling even more guilt slip from your shoulders. “Alright, so that beer?” You say, turning to Phoenix. She laughs and nods. The group turns, heading towards the parking lot as Rooster slips his hand into your own. When you reach the parking lot, he begins tugging you towards his Bronco. 

“We’ll meet you over there.” He calls as the pair of you break off. 

“Gonna lecture me in private?” You say quietly once the car’s been started and is pulling away from base.

“No, but I want to know why you didn’t tell me.” 

“About which part?”

“That you were getting them fired.”

“Okay, my intention was not to get them fired.”

“You know what I meant.” He says, giving you a look. 

“Look, I knew you’d be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m just- Why did you let me think it was because you were jealous?”

“Well, I mean I was. No one likes seeing a younger, pretty, intelligent girl throwing herself at their boyfriend.”

He sigh, looking at you as he takes your hand. He squeezes it and then brings it up to his lips to kiss it gently. “You’re the only pretty, intelligent girl I want.” You swallow, biting your lip. The comment Ace had made about the two of you only staying together because of how long you’d been together was running on repeat in your head. You could hear the words, even though you hadn’t actually heard them, only repeated by Hangman. “What? What’re you thinking about?”

“But how do you know that?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Like... we’ve known each other for years. How do we know that what we felt as teens is still... are we forcing something that isn’t there?” The road is quiet, but he pulls off to the shoulder anyways. He sighs, leaning back in his seat as he grips the steering wheel. 

“What are you saying?” His voice is quiet, void of emotion, but you can see the hurt in his eyes as he looks at you. You shift, turning to face him. 

“I just... if you’re staying with me because of how long we’ve been together or- or if you feel trapped-”

“Do you think I feel trapped?” 

“No. I don’t know!” You defend as he looks away from you, grip adjusting on the steering wheel. 

“So what, you want to break up?” 

“No.” You say, shifting away from him. 

“Why do you love me?” He asks and you turn again, gaping at him. 

“Uh, because I love you?” You laugh nervously, uneasy about where he’s going with this. “Because you make me laugh into the night and you push me to be a better person. Because you’re the first person I want to tell things to and the first person I want to see in the morning. But this isn’t about me, this is about you and you staying because of what we’ve been through together. If you’re only with me because of the fact that we grew up together or because we spent so long apart or, whatever, I just- it would break my heart but I’d rather us not be together than for you to stay because- hmph.” You’re cut off by Rooster grabbing your shirt and pulling your lips to his.

He pulls away after a moment, but he remains close to you, eyes searching your face. “Sorry, I needed you to shut up for a minute.” He swallows as his hands move from you shirt to your face, cradling it as he looks at you honestly. It takes everything in you to not look away from his piercing look that’s making you feel more vulnerable than you’ve ever felt. 

“Ace said something about us only staying together because of how long we’ve been together. And I just- I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay because-”

“Because what? Because you were there when Mom died? Because you were at my high school graduation? Honey, I love you because you were there. I’ve been with other girls but no one has ever truly understood me in the way you do, because no one gets it like you do. You were there on every anniversary after Dad died. You were there when Mom got sick and you were there when she passed. You were there when I graduated from high school and you were there, even when you weren’t. I love you because at 16, the only thing I wanted to do when I got my license was go on road trips and listen to music with you. I love you because you knew Mom and she adored you, and you felt her death just as much as I did. I love you because you forgave me, even when you didn’t have to. I love because you’re my partner and the only person I have felt this myself with. I love you because you scream Taylor Swift songs in the car and cry over videos of cute dogs and let me cook for you, even though I know you’ve learned how. I love you because of how long we’ve known each other. There’s no one else in this world I would want to be with.” You take a shaky breath, moving away from his grasp to wipe away your tears. He grabs your chin, turning your head back to him so he can wipe them away with his thumb, still looking at you with that raw honesty, the pure love that you’re not so sure you deserve. You swallow, unsure of what to say. 

“I-” 

“For the record, I don’t want another pretty pilot. I want you. It’s only ever been you.” You nod, still feeling breathless. 

“I know.” You whisper, because you do know. There’s a beat of silence as he takes one of your hands. “Do you think they’d be mad if we didn’t show?” He raises his eyebrow. “I kind just want to go home.” You whisper. He chuckles softly, leaning over to give you one more kiss. 

“Yeah, let’s go back to my place.” 

Once back at the Bradshaw household, he ordered pizza as you warded off texts in the group chat, rain-checking the beers Phoenix and Hangman owed you. They were giving the two of you shit, stating that you guys could bone later (thanks Hangman) which earned a middle finger emoji from your end. Later, once you were fed and wrapped up underneath a blanket with your boyfriend, him pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and rubbing circles into the skin did you bring up what happened in the car. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as the movie flickers across the screen, casting the only light in the room. The words are so quiet, you’re unsure if he heard them. 

“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have gotten mad.”

“No, not that, I meant it when I said I wasn’t sorry. The other thing. What I said in the car.” 

“Oh.” Oh? You swallow nervously, rolling to face him, back turned away from the TV. “Hi.” He whispers, reaching up to poke your nose. You scrunch it and stick your tongue at him, causing him to laugh. “Don’t be sorry. I love you. This is the one thing you don’t have to worry about, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Still, I shouldn’t have-”

“Honey, your Mom left. Your old team spent two years telling you in detail all the reasons why no one would ever like you. Ace wasn’t kind with her words and I’d be upset too. It’s okay.” 

“Still-”

“I’ll kiss you to make you shut up again.” He threatens but there’s no malice in his words, only laughter. 

“Wouldn’t hate that.” You whispered and he smirked. 

“Yeah, I know.” 

[starglitterz]

cynosure. (xv)

─── chapter 15 ! ~ cynosure.

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: i hope you enjoy this chapter and that it provides a satisfying ending for this rollercoaster of a series :] thank u for all the support on cynosure, i love u guys and i'm so grateful to be part of such a sweet community <3

warnings; suggestive

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livestream !

y/n: hi everyone! sorry for the unscheduled stream, but thank you very much to all of you who decided to tune in!

xiao: yes, thank you. so as the title of this video suggests, the two of us have an important announcement to make.

COMMENTS ylovrr; omg what could it be siluc; i mean the two of them r tgt for it so im p sure we all alrdy k xiaoxiaoo; ahhh i hope it isn't anything bad :< kazu-topia; it should be fine (i think)

y/n: i think chat is going to murder us if we keep dragging it out, so, xiao, would you like to do the honours?

xiao: me?! didn't we agree it was going to be you?!

y/n: i changed my mind! *sticks out tongue*

xiao: ._.

COMMENTS auradragon199; THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! venvens; what if them bantering was my final straw,,, it's too wholesome :sob: dendrobivms; i want to marry both of them atp LSKDJSK

xiao: fine. since y/n has very kindly thrown me under the bus, i'm just going to say it - the two of us are dating.

y/n: ?!?!?!

xiao: why do you sound so surprised?? you asked me to say it!

y/n: I KNOW!! it just sounds so cool when you say it out loud like that.

xiao: ...

COMMENTS hamayumis; AHHHHHHHHH XIAOYN REAL OFFICIAL noctua-koi; OFMWAKJDKJSA THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYONE I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL XIAOYN IS REAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sprayio; aww xiao's blushing :>>> so cute !! hurricanectar; theyre perfect for each other :))) contentedbean; yes they deserve the world noirkkat; my scrunklies <3

y/n: holy archons, thank goodness you're all taking it well. not to exaggerate, but i was honestly terrified that most of you would hate us.

xiao: mhmm. but even if you did, that wouldn't change anything between y/n and i. i've been stupid enough to let hate comments affect me once, and it will never happen again. i love y/n, and since i'm lucky enough to call her my girlfriend, i'm not going to allow anything to ruin that.

y/n: aw, xiao! i always knew you were head over heels for me.

xiao: yeah, yeah, whatever. anyways, if you have any questions we'll be more than happy to answer them.

COMMENTS 120802; xiao won't meet y/n's eyes... looks like someone's down bad anon; will this affect your streaming?

y/n: nope, not at all! xiao and i are still very much our own people, so our schedules for streaming won't change at all.

xiao: except for maybe a few more off-collabs with just the two of us.

y/n: *pretends to whisper to chat* xiao's just saying that 'cause he wants me to stay over. *wink*

xiao: I AM NOT!

y/n: *laughter* next question!! 'have you heard that all of scaramouche's social medias have been deleted?'

xiao: ...no, i haven't. nevertheless, i wish him the best of luck in all his future endeavours. there is no bad blood between us and i genuinely hope he's happy.

y/n: exactly! also just a reminder, please make sure not to send any hate to anybody who was involved or a fan of scaramouche. we've moved on from that chapter of our lives, and we'd like to leave it in the past.

COMMENTS scaramew; theyre so mature omfg sohyuki; another day another slay as per usual alatusxiaoo; mwahhh i hope the pillow of whoever asked that qs is warm on both sides kdaehara; them. that's it that's the comment tofuthoma; screaming sobbing crying rn /pos normalisthenewnorm; hmm what else is there to even ask cynokine; i'm assuming scara had to either delete his socials or go to court and he picked the better option test-tube; soooo, any plans to play two-player games more in future?

y/n: great question! personally, i'm looking forward to human fall flat, or maybe fall guys!

xiao: or maybe stardew valley could be cool. or even phasmophobia.

y/n: isn't that a horror game?! xiao, not everyone has your ability to be utterly unafraid in the face of jumpscares.

xiao: hey! is that an insult or a compliment?

y/n: hehehe, i'll never tell!

COMMENTS afchicken; theyre so sweet im going to get diabetes istg yelansrightarmpit; AWKJDJAKSJDKAWKDJSAKD BARKS LOUDLY thomacrumbs; me when they <3_<3 goblefunk; xiaoyn the world xiaophobic; I LOVE THEM SO MUCH !!!!!!! c02z; so, how does it feel being the hottest streamer couple on the planet?

xiao: on the planet...? well it's mostly y/n.

y/n: xiao! don't say stuff like that!

xiao: it's just the truth!

y/n: *swats him* anyways, you're very kind for saying so. and personally i think it's thanks to xiao, and it hasn't been that long yet but so far dating him is very fun!

xiao: dating y/n is very fun too. she's an amazing person and i'm honoured to be hers.

y/n: how can you say such cute stuff with such a calm face?! i swear i'd kiss you right now if we weren't streaming.

xiao: then maybe we should end the stream here, because if i'm being honest i'd like to kiss you too.

y/n: archons, you're lucky i love you. we aren't ending the stream yet, we've still got more questions to answer!

xiao: hmph. *pouts* fine.

...

y/n: so anyways, i think we'll end the stream here! thank you so much to everyone who joined, i'm really glad to know that you all support our decision and we hope that you'll continue to watch our streams!

xiao: yes. thank you for the kind words, have a good day.

y/n: byebye!

COMMENTS nurserinnn; that was the best stream ever!! yanfeishere; brooo xiaoyn has my whole heart omg aijlin; if they don't get eternal happiness im rioting van-chii; them !!!!!!!!!!!!

*stream ends*

y/n: xiao, holy archons, my hands are shaking so much. aHHH i was so nervous!

xiao: you did great, dove. *holds y/n's hands* i'm so happy we did that.

y/n: me too! i must be the luckiest girl in the world; our fans will still enjoy our content, and i get to date the person i love.

xiao: *under his breath* you're so cute.

y/n: i'm right next to you, y'know. i can hear you.

xiao: ?!

y/n: haha, i'm just teasing! i think you're super duper mega awesomely cute too, xiao!

xiao: *ears turn red* it's getting late, we should go get ready for bed. you need to get enough rest, especially after your travelling.

y/n: okay then, boyfriend. i call dibs on using the shower first.

xiao: *swallows* go ahead... girlfriend.

y/n: AWWW YOU'RE LITERALLY SO ADORABLE!!!

xiao: STOP, JUST GO SHOWER ALREADY! tsk, no respect for the adepti.

irl !

"hey y/n, i used the other bathroom, so you can take your time and you don't have to worry about rushing so i can use this one," xiao hesitates slightly before knocking on the bathroom door to let you know. if he's being honest, he can't tell if he's awake right now because all this feels like the best kind of dream possible. sure, you've slept over at his house before, but this time the two of you are an official couple! "it's okay, i'm already done anyways," you reply cheerfully before opening the door and grinning at him. as xiao looks at you, he hopes that if this is all a dream, he gets to sleep a little longer.

"you look really pretty," xiao murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat which miraculously forms whenever he's around you. he has always been soft-spoken and quiet, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself instead of voice them out loud, but when you're here, this quality is amplified tenfold. everything he wants to say to you is frozen on the tip of his tongue, and he can only gape at you like a goldfish and pray to any deity listening that somehow you'll understand what he's trying to convey. you twirl, allowing the fabric of his shirt to swoosh around your legs, "aww, thanks! this is the shirt you left out for me, right?" your boyfriend nods, and you swear he looks so adorable when he's too shy to make eye contact. little do you know he's thinking the exact same thing, except it's more so about how you're drowning in his shirt - he knew it was a good idea to buy the biggest size, too-large clothes are always the most comfortable, and if he gets to see you like this that's just an added benefit.

"actually, dove, can i kiss you?" the words slip out before xiao can stop himself, before he can filter them like he usually does. perhaps this is just the effect you have on him, reducing him to an incoherent mess who acts before he thinks. but as you smile, "of course," and move forward to kiss him, xiao thinks that maybe it isn't that bad. your hands travel upwards to tangle in his hair as you push his back against the bed, tugging on the jade strands as you deepen the kiss. xiao can barely think clearly at this point, his mind has been wiped to a clean slate, every thought replaced with the feeling of your lips as he does his best to memorise everything about you. hands gripping your waist tightly, his golden eyes flicker from yours to your lips, fixing every inch of your features into his mind. his thumb smooths across your cheek, admiring the way you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle into his warmth.

the two of you have come so far, xiao thinks to himself as his fingers idly dance over your skin, unknowingly igniting a trail of fire in their wake. throughout everything you've both been through, xiao definitely knows that there were things he could have done better, ways he could have reacted better, but if varying the method won't lead to the scenario where he gets to kiss you like this right now, xiao thinks that he wouldn't change anything for the world. he's learned so much these past few months, from healing himself after his past and convincing himself to be brave enough to step into a new future, and it's all thanks to you. you, who coincidentally strolled into his life and captured his heart and attention without even trying, you, who gave him a second chance even when he thought he was unforgivable, you, who was willing to accept him for his flaws and love him nevertheless. it was always you.

as your mouth sears across his collarbone, xiao cups your face, tilting it up to look at him, "y/n, i love you so much." your expression relaxes into a smile, affection glimmering in your irises as you gaze at him with so much tenderness in your eyes, "i love you too, xiao." his hands slide down your torso to rest at your hips, but his stare is focused on yours still, "you know i'll always be there for you, right?" "mhmm," you mumble, pressing your lips to his once more, matching the heat building up between the two of you with an equally passionate kiss. xiao is helpless to do anything but melt into it, enjoying the feeling of your lips moulding together perfectly like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle slotting into place. you're making his head spin with just your lips - he's always been at your mercy, for you've got him wrapped around your little finger; all his attention, all his admiration, and all of him.

when you pull away, xiao leans his forehead against yours, amber irises shining with fondness, "after all, you're my cynosure."

a/n; so we're finally at the end, huh? it's been a pretty wild ride over these 8 months ever since i published the cynosure masterlist as a surprise on 18th july last year :') i never even dreamed it would gain this much popularity or that so many people would like reading a streamer au, but i'm really glad it did. i've met countless wonderful people through this story whom i'm proud and lucky to call my friends until now. i just want to say that i'm so so so thankful for all of you who gave cynosure a chance. ily, i quite literally wouldn't be anywhere on tumblr without you guys <3 also, all the fan accs in this chapter are people whom i love + people who i've recognised interact frequently w cynosure posts !! i hope it's okay that i used your urls without permission, tell me if you'd like me to remove it. do stay tuned for my future projects too mmkay? anyways, as per usual i'm still finishing cynosure chapters at stupidly late hours, so i'll be heading to bed now. goodnight everyone, take care of yourself, and please do lmk what you thought about this chapter / cynosure as a whole! i'd love to hear your thoughts on it :> mwahhh byebye !! <3

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[redheadspark]

Heyyyy<3333

Can you do Number 12&31 with Azriel please 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

A/N: Hello! I would LOVE to do thus request for you! Thank you for the request, anon!

Direction....

Summary: The last thing you expected to happen was to get lost in a cornmaze. Thankfully, your mate has a good sense of direction.

Warnings: Just some fluff :D

12. Lost in a Corn Maze

31.  “I don’t scare that easi– AHH”

"This cannot be the right way, Az,"

"Of course it is!"

"I thought we already went this way.....didn't we?"

All your mate could do was chuckle as he guided the pair of you, making your mind go a bit crazy since you could have sworn you came this way before. Did you? Why do this path look familiar?

Who thought of putting in a cornmazwe in the first place?

Velaris was throwing an Autumn festival, a celebration of the victory over the massive battle against King Hybern. High Lord Rhysand believed that the town, let alone most of Night Court, deserved to have a festival and some relief from all it had to endure with the battle and assaults on the city. With the help of his High Lady Feyre, they threw a massive festival for all the citizens of Velaris, inviting those far and wide who wished to not only see the city, but to celebrate as well.

There was plenty to do and the festival lasted a whole week. Massive tents filled with food and drink, games for the younger children to play and win prizes, and mass amounts of shopping and trading amongst the traders and locals who were masters in their crafts. Painted created masterpieces along the riverbend, florists arranged Autumn bouquets both big and small, and musicians played songs and ballads near the rolling hills.

It felt like magic the entire week, and one of the attractions was a cornmaze.

Massive in size and height, it was a massive hit amongst the daring and intrigued. Plenty of people got lost within minutes, but thankfully the maze was enchanted to help those who were in for far too long and guide them out with ease. Azriel thought it would be a good idea to go in together, knowing fully well your sense of direction was not the best. You knew he wasn't wrong, getting lost was a normal thing for you. So when he suggested to go in on the third day of the festival, you gave him a shocked look.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll guide us," he reassured you.

So you were walking together, hand in hand and turning corners as the sun was slowly starting to set over the city of Velaris. You shivered a bit, clinging into Azriel and hoping that he did know where he was going. Azriel, as always, remained cool and calm. Yet the corn was taller than he was, the tip of his wings barely over the top of the maze.

"I can't believe how calm you are in this huge maze," you said in a grumbled,Azriel moving you to the left and going down a new path without a second thought, "You know the routes in here, don't you?"

"Are you accusing me of cheating?" He asked coyly, a smirk on his lips as you gave him a playful scowl, "I am offended that my own mate would think such a thing. The scandal of it all, you not believing in the Spymaster of Night Court--"

"Oh har har," You scoffed at him, his grin not leaving his face as he then both turn to the right, "Honestly though, we shouldn't be int here once it's dark out here,"

"Are you scared?" He asked, sounding a bit more genuine but mostly in a playful tone, "I say this with love, darling, but you are a bit of a scardy cat,"

"I don’t scare that easi– AHH” You shrieked, seeing Cassian pop out from around the corner, towering over the pair of you with his wings out and a bellow on his lungs. You jumped, right into Azriel's arms as he huffed at Cassian, giving him a glare as Cassian roared in laughter. He landed back on his feet, seeing you shiver a bit as Azriel was holding you close. You felt like your heartbeat was in your throat and your skin was on pins and needles, the last thing you wanted was to be scared in a corn maze were you were already on your last nerve.

"Very classy, Cas. I take it that's your job in this maze, to scare?" Azriel asked, not in hate but in annoyance. Cassian was still laughing, his hands on his lower belly as he almost keeled over.

"No, I just knew you two were going to be in here and she's not one for the jump scares. I had to give it a go, it's too easy with her," Cassian said in a joke, gesturing to you as you glared at him. You were about to say something else when Azriel came to your defense.

"I'm sure your mate would be happy to hear you scaring her best friend with glee after she specifically told you to mind your own," Azriel said in a challenging tone, Cassian's laugh went away in an instant with the mention of Nesta. Azriel raised a brow, "Should we ask her?"

As if on cue, you heard one loud voice from outside the maze, menacing and almost deadly.

"CASSIAN!"

Nesta, and she didn't sound happy.

"Gotta go!" Cassian said in a rids, shooting up in the sky with his wings and flying out of sight. You thanked the Mother that Nesta was looking out for you, although her mate was far too playful for your liking at times. Once it was the pair of you again, Azriel looked down at you in his arms, rubbing your arms with his massive fingers and kissing your hair.

"You okay?" He asked, you gulping and nodding your head as Azriel sighed, "Cassian, as much as I love him as a brother, can be a bit childish at times. And he knows better too,"

"Nesta will sort him out," You grumbled, Azriel chuckling as you looked up at him with wide eyes, "Please tell me we're close to being done with this maze?"

"I know where to go," He reassured you calmly, giving you one ore squeeze along your ams as you started walking again, "Once we get out of this maze, I'll treat you to some warm spirits at Rita's and a hot bath back at the townhouse,"

"Sounds wonderful," You replied without hesitation. You could only rely on Azriel in a simple corn maze to calm your nerves and make the fears go away. Azriel would never hesitate in helping you and bringing you joy, even in a simple corn maze.

"Let's get you out of here then. Maybe we can catch the tale end of Nesta scolding her mate,"

You giggled, walking on with Azriel and feeling a bit lighter with the notion of the Illyrian Army Commander being ridiculed by his ferocious mate.

What a sight that will be.

The End

Fall Prompt Round Two

[jungledubs]

Sorry if I'm mistaken but you have a cane right? I am considering getting one bc I think I'll genuinely benefit from having one, do you have any tips or thoughts on canes?

Yep, we do!

My first piece of advice is that if you think it might help, get one. Half the time I use my cane I don’t fully need it, BUT it lets the people around me know that I have an issue in case I get a really bad flare-up or am having a terrible day and can’t move very fast. Which is helpful when you’re a teenager and people expect you to be spry and nimble.

The next thing is that you should make sure you get a cane in the right size for you, because otherwise you’ll end up straining yourself using the cane, and that’s not fun at all. Mine is actually very slightly too big for me, but during the pandemic and all, I haven’t had occasion to replace it.

And definitely, if you have the opportunity, try more than one style to see what works best for you!

The number one thing I’d say to be aware of if you start using a cane is that it is very annoying. You have a large hunk of wood or metal that you are trying to keep with you at most or all times. You have to get used to keeping it within arms reach even when there are very limited options for where you can put it. Honestly, the thing I most complain about is sitting down at restaurants and having nowhere to put my cane. You’ll get used to it, of course, but I wish someone had mentioned it to me before I started using one.

And if you have any other questions, just ask. Hope this helps, Anon!

[meidozangetsuha]

Not to alarm you but, I found it interesting that Fucktrashahime has been clearly keeping track of tumblr or at least searches their name on here apparently. Because not long after people on your anon became suspicious of them being "MsScribe 2.0" their friend posted this: https://pasteboard.co/3FAxGtAfi5c3.png It's also bizarre imo they deactivated their twitter not long ago last week after more people have been speaking up about them. And they clearly DID in fact have or had several alt accounts on twitter as many people including anon suspected because both @Fucktrashahim @ fucktrashahime come up when you search their @ on twitter : https://pasteboard.co/6SwliScDxQMf.png

https://pasteboard.co/Mzlp66HksIJE.png

Because how else were they keeping track or divs of people's accounts that had them blocked? Folks have posted receipts on twitter. One of the accounts now says " Account doesn’t exist" and the other "Retired account". And maybe they didn't doxxed themself... who knows. But let me say this.. most decent people don't beleive they deserved to be doxxed just like most people don't beleive them should be harassed by them . Both are clearly wrong.

god i wish this was a normal fandom where the absolute worst thing that happened was people telling other people to go kys and it ended there.

we've had a group of shippers on twitter that literally tried to control the fandom and generally manipulate shippers and try to pin them against eachother, threw them under the bus when they weren't useful anymore and just generally fostered an actual culture of fear among the shipper side.

we've had one person who's been banned from the site like five times with a history of racism and classism, who encouraged other people to waste the time of an actual organization devoted to ending human trafficking over their cartoon ship drama that said "Rin was groomed because she was stupid" and can't not use sexually aggressive language towards others in all their arguments.

they're all still popular people. and then there's this shit. what the fuck i'm just. why the fuck is literally NO side of this conflict even remotely normal this is why i fucking just took Towa and bailed honestly this is all so fucking batshit at this point. i'm sorry i KNOW that isn't what you came to talk about but i need to get this off my chest bc those two things aren't even the top of the iceberg. what the fuck. why can't any of you just send eachother anons saying "kys" and just end it there.

back to this situation though.

i still don't fully know what happened. if lou or kylo were involved in things i don't 'even need to see receipts to say "yeah no i fully would be willing to believe they just doxxed this person." i fucking hate agreeing with Phantom on literally anything in any capacity but the idea she doxxed HERSELF is stupid. i still think fucktrashahime was a fairly shitty person (albeit not on the same level as many people in this fandom) and i am gonna go on the record that i wish them the best in situations away from this. i sincerely believe being HEAVILY involved in this fandom is genuinely, truly, sincerely bad for your mental health. i know because while i still stand by things i said in the past, MY mental health sure as fucked completely tanked hard when involved in this nonsense.

i don't know what's fully going on anymore. here's what i can say for a fact:

fucktrashahime has been harassing people since they made their account and even after people have started moving on into other fandoms and i'm not sad to see her gone, and i totally believe she had backburner accounts to look at locked content or people who blocked her. people did not deserve to be harassed by fucktrashahime. i also have no doubt she monitored tumblr too, i don't need concrete receipts for this (and again, in the past, i DID look for receipts)

if nothing else you know she didn't. fucking dox anyone. she shouldn't have been doxxed and i sincerely and genuinely wish her the best and hope this is just a really shitty chapter in her life that is now closed forever. anyone that actually thinks she deserved that or deserves to be harassed herself are shitty.

i'm sorry anon i kinda went off the tangent you were making and i understand but it's like. good lord. i guess my one question is like... it seems the doxing or whatever happened a long time ago i thought??? and then pressured started mounting after people were talking about her again?

i don't even know anymore

i just hope all the people involved move on peacefully

[cherrysung]

lesson learned

pairing: nerd!jaemin x reader

genre: smut / slight fluff

warnings: language, unprotected sex (stay safe!), riding, thigh riding, grinding, finger sucking, dirty talk, slight degradation

prompts: none

summary: tinted cheeks and sheepish glances might’ve been a delight to observe every time his eyes scanned intellectual phrases on books, but as your words reached dangerous levels, you realized not all is what it seems.

requested by anon.

word count: 2.5k

note: anonnie... I think I got carried away with this a lil bit, oops. I hope you enjoy this though, thank you for requesting! jaemin with glasses is superior oof

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Na Jaemin. Pink cheeks and flushed neck and ears, thin-rimmed glasses that rested peacefully on the bridge of the most perfect nose you’d seen, and his sharp eyes that appeared narrow and hooded as they scanned over way too complicated words that showed up unnecessarily in fiction books.

He wasn’t the stereotypical nerd, in fact, he quite honestly debunked endless labels and beliefs that people like him had endured for years. Unlike portrayed in movies or anywhere else, Na Jaemin was impressingly handsome if you said so yourself. Masculine yet soft features adorned the smooth of his skin like a freshly painted artwork, facial structure built with a jawline that you’d mistake to be carved out by the gods themselves if you didn’t know any better, and an overall physique that even the most athletic guys at college envied. How come the school’s certified nerd was also the biggest hottie? Pair that up with a well-mannered and gentle personality—you get the sweetest boy at heart.

Conservative and reserved most of the time, with his second home being the local library, Jaemin was almost always indulged in some sort of imaginary world. Although popular for his looks, nobody dared approach him, as everybody knew how much he overflowed with shyness, and even oftentimes unintentionally blocked out the social souls that made an effort to utter a word to him.

It didn’t come as a surprise that his grades were also astronomically A+ class and more. There was no need for him to search with concern over universities and a promising education, because unlike you, they actually chased after him. On the other hand, though you did an okay job at even the most challenging subjects, it wasn’t enough to you or to your demanding and irritable parents. Given that, your teacher thought that if you really wanted to improve, getting Jaemin assigned as a tutor seemed like a perfect idea.

Indeed; it was.

Somehow the smartest and quietest senior also turned out to be picky. His looks weren’t the only thing he was popular for—his constant declines on those who wished desperately for his help was too. To say you were shocked that he agreed to lend you a hand, was an understatement.

You officially met Jaemin on a Monday afternoon when the bell rang loudly throughout the empty halls and students escaped tiredly the dull classrooms as if they were prisons. Your calculus teacher called you and the boy over to her wooden, polished desk, where piles of papers that were filled with red marks stacked up. Jaemin carried himself gracefully at all times, dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with black shoes, you genuinely wondered how such a simple outfit suddenly looked expensive. Not only did his clothes seem to be put together, so did his life in general. He would never miss a day of college even if destiny wanted him to, and his schedule was so precise you felt like an absolute shame next to him.

“Mr. Na Jaemin,” the teacher cleared her throat, hands twirling a red-inked pen between her fingers as she smiled at the boy standing next to you. “At this point, I don’t know why I bother with you anymore, you always seem to decline. But, I thought I should ask you if you were up to helping your fellow classmate over here. She surely has potential, but is clearly struggling.”

You shifted nervously on your feet, cheeks becoming a faint tint of rosy red as your teacher slid over your calculus test towards Jaemin. It read D+. Nearly the entirety of the front page was marked in red, multiple comments explaining why your answers were wrong and circles pointing out your hideous mistakes all for a genius to judge.

His eyes skimmed over your answers, a smile threatening to creep up on his pink lips at just how ridiculous and senseless your processes could get. “I see. Yeah, she seems to have an idea of the topics but probably gets confused easily.”

Ouch.

“Well, would you do me the favor of maybe tutoring her every week for, say, a month?”

He glanced down at you for a split second, gaze returning back to the test in his hands as fast as he had looked away from it. His words sounded direct, leaving his lips with security and firm knowledge; yet, you were sure you could feel his timidity from classrooms away.

“Sure.”

Two weeks later, Jaemin had been tutoring you patiently, sharing his knowledge and tips as best as he could. You discovered, conversational skills and socializing definitely weren’t Jaemin’s specialty, his words spilling from his lips in stumbles and stutters that sounded adorable nonetheless. Contrary to the way he spoke whenever you casually asked him something about him—whether it be his personality, where he’s from, the things he enjoys—to the way his sentences flowed flawlessly whenever he was explaining how a math problem worked, was intriguing to you.

There was something about him that felt new, and mysterious. He was introverted, quite protective of his surroundings and himself; though, somehow the way his middle finger elegantly pushed his spectacles up a tiny bit, and the way his hand occasionally brushed with yours whenever he turned to a new page on your alarmingly huge calculus textbook was doing things to you.

“So, Jaemin,” you interrupted him, his head rising up in question at your sudden intrusion, hand holding a pencil he had been using to point out esencial steps for Definite Integrals. The two of you were currently sitting at your study desk in your bedroom, home alone on a slightly rainy Friday evening, with papers lying around the table and the floor that had infinite math practice tests he had obligated you to do. “How are you so good at calculus. Well, everything, honestly?”

The tip of his ears flushed a deep shade of pink at your indirect compliment, visibly swallowing as his Adam’s apple swiftly moved up and then down. “Uh, I don’t really know. I guess I’ve always practiced a lot as a kid? Maths is my favorite subject so it’s not hard for me…”

His attention was never on you, instead, his eyes shifted awkwardly as long as they successfully avoided your own. You were enjoying his confusion more than you’d like to admit, collecting your thoughts and speaking up once again before he returned to explaining boring equations or graphs. “Why’d you agree to help me? You never help.”

He wordlessly shrugged, hand scratching the back of his head with what appeared nervousness as his eyes solely rested on the paper before him and the paper alone. You thought his face became progressively warmer, a light smile etching across your face. “Are you sure you don’t know?” You glanced at him, turning your chair around to face his side profile directly. “I think there must be a reason.”

“There’s none.” He muttered through gritted teeth, the apple of his cheeks becoming impossibly redder by the minute. “Let’s move on to the next topic—”

“Oh, but are you sure there really is no reason at all? ‘Cause you seem to be hardcore blushing right now.” Your finger moved under his chin, gently guiding his eyes towards yours. “Am I the reason for your obvious struggle, Na Jaemin? Do you, maybe, have the hots for me?”

“Y/N, just—you need to, uh, continue practicing.”

“I don’t want to practice anymore.” A giggle left your lips, face nearing the boy’s hot ears. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I think you are so handsome, and I can tell you like me too. Or don’t you?”

“Y/N—”

“Don’t you, Jaemin?”

A quiet curse rumbled throughout his chest and out his lips, hands quickly snapping up to grasp your own. “You really don’t want to bother me right now. Stop.”

“I do want to bother you. I know you’re not some innocent, saint boy, Jaemin. Stop putting up that pure act with me, it’s not working.”

“Alright,” Jaemin mumbled, eyes sharply boring into yours, “then you asked for it.” He roughly pulled you towards him, your wheeled chair sliding back at the impact as your legs almost instantly straddled him. With no more words said, his hands softly kneaded your ass, pressing his hardening member directly on your heat as he began rapidly guiding you up and down his covered length.

Whimpers stumbled off your lips at his movements, hands flying up to hold onto his shoulders for balance. Quite frankly, you never thought Jaemin would do this.

“Cat got your tongue suddenly, princess?” Your breath hitched at the pet name, and Jaemin could only smirk at your reaction. “You were all talk and no game? Where did that confidence go? You are such a needy, little bitch. Be a good girl and ride my thigh like the desperate slut you are—wanting to fuck me instead of practicing your math equations.”

He parted his legs, and you were quick to take off your shorts, sitting on the textured fabric of his denim jeans as your hips continued their previous ministrations with Jaemin’s harsh grasp. Moans were leaving you in an uncontrollable mess, feeling so little and helpless under a boy’s gaze whom everybody believed is a harmless child. There was a look plastered on his features that you wanted engraved in your mind forever; pearly whites sinking tenderly into a swollen, red bottom lip, glasses hanging lowly on his nose, and a hooded stare due to the growing wetness on your sheer panties that seeped out onto his jeans.

Fuck, did those glasses make him look so sinful.

“Jaemin,” you stuttered, “I need to cum.”

“Already? We just started the fun, princess.” His actions contradicted his words, hands moving your hips faster on his thigh as he squeezed the muscles, igniting louder sounds of pleasure from you. “Are you close?”

You nodded frantically, no longer giving care to the huge wet patch you had created on his pants, allowing his hands to move you as fast as he wished, pussy clenching around nothing every time your clit ran over the coarse fabric.

“Go ahead, princess, come all over my thigh, you fucking dirty girl. Make a mess.”

His whispers were enough to bring you to your climax, legs shaking unstoppably as your hips stilled abruptly. Jaemin rubbed your back softly, bringing your chin up to lock lips with you. Ardent, and full of lust, the feeling of his tongue running over your bottom lip brought another wave of heat that pooled between your legs, and he could surely feel it. Pulling away, with a string of saliva attaching the two of you, Jaemin unbuckled the leather belt before unbuttoning his jeans, only pushing them down enough to release his dick. It sprung proudly out of his briefs, gently hitting his belly and begging to be played with.

Jaemin smirked at your wide eyes, your gaze running up and down the veiny cock, with a final touch of an angry and red tip at the top that was leaking with pre-cum.

“Can I suck you?”

“Not today, babygirl, do that some other time,” he shook his head, fingers moving your panties to the side and placing you on top of his hard length, “right now all I want is to feel your dripping, pretty pussy. Ride me.”

You silently obliged like the good girl he thought you were, wet cunt sinking on his dick as your walls instantly welcomed him with endless warmth.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he lowly cursed, “such a fucking good girl. Why don’t we teach you some basic math while you ride my dick? Come on.” His index and middle fingers tapped your bottom lip, your mouth wrapping around them. “You’re going to answer while you suck on my fingers as if it were my cock.”

On cue to his words, your tongue swirled around his digits experimentally while he ruthlessly thrusted up into your tight pussy with a never ending pace.

“What’s seven plus five, princess?”

You whined on his digits, finding the task harder than you expected as his dick was everything you could think about. Jaemin filled you up so well, fingers occasionally driving into the back of your throat as you choked around them. Tears had begun pooling in your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment as you gagged around his digits once again. “Twelve!”

“Good job,” he delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting on your sweet spot successfully and earning himself nearly a scream from you. “What about eighteen plus nine? What’s the answer?”

At this point, he was doing all the work, dick sliding in and out of your walls so fast and deliciously. The only sound you could hear around your bedroom was both your skins’ slapping, and sometimes the choked up cries that left your lips whenever his fingers reached too far back in your throat. Your thoughts only revolved around how good Jaemin was fucking you, and how good the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose looked as he bit his lip. “Twenty-seven!” You struggled to answer, but managed to regardless of his merciless thrusts.

“Four minus nineteen? You got three seconds to answer, sweets.” Jaemin smirked, free hand reaching down to circle rapidly around your clit, his hips speeding up even more. “One.”

“Jaemin, I’m so close!”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, drool running down your chin as he wiped his digits on his shirt. “Answer me, or you don’t come.”

Your thoughts were absolutely jumbled, puzzled and confused, searching hazily for a simple answer you couldn’t remember.

“Two.” The movements of his fingers on your swollen bud were beginning to slow down.

“Jaemin, wait!”

“Three—”

“Negative! Negative fifteen, the answer is negative fifteen.”

He cooed at you, speeding up his actions once more as you cried out, head resting on his shoulder tiredly while you slightly bit into the flesh, eliciting hisses that flew from his lips.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Princess, can I fill you up with my cum?”

“Please,” tears ran down your face, your cries muffled as you nuzzled your face into his neck, “please do. Come inside of me, Jaemin, fill me up so well.”

Your desperate pleads and the frantic clenching of your pussy were enough to bring him to the edge, your release following not much long after as his warm cum completely coated your walls white, some seeping out from your cunt and onto his member. Jaemin eventually slowed down his thrusts to a stop, chest heaving up and down as pants left the two of you.

“For your information, I do have the hots for you, too.” He exhaled out a laugh, pulling your body closer to his and gently pecking the top of your head.

“I can’t believe everybody calls you a nerd,” you chuckled, “you literally fucked me into oblivion.”

“Well, you were riling me up. I hope you learned your lesson, little miss.”

“Yeah, I did.” You admitted with a giggle.

“Well, you better keep that pretty mouth closed, we don’t want people knowing the school’s nerd wrecked you so bad, right? Besides, I don’t think I want this to just be a one time thing.” Your head rose at his confession, eyes looking into his own for an answer. “How about a date tomorrow?”

You smiled, sweetly pecking his cheek. “I’d love that. How about I suck your cock after that?”

Jaemin smirked, “your house or mine?”

[snowdin-shopkeeper]

To clarify how I feel about DSMP anti's in connection to that one anon's question, I'm just going to address a few of their points and then let you connect the rest on your own.

1.) "They're mostly white boys who run around screaming with their little square avatars!"

They are! A lot of them are white! And they do scream quite loudly! Very often! This can be very annoying to people, and that is very valid and understandable! And while there are more poc, the smp isn't the most diverse smp and that can make people uncomfortable as well. (Which is still, valid!)

Tommy literally starts most of his videos with, "most people find me very annoying". It's true! Even I, too, find you occasionally annoying! And you're one of my favorite cc's! And I am completely valid to feel that way!

I can hate Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy, and love Eryn, Fundy, and Callahan! I can do the opposite and hate Eryn, Fundy, and Callahan, while loving Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy! I can hate all of them and just watch it just because I feel like the plot line is so incredibly stupid I can use it as a crack fic inspiration! And that is okay! I am completely entitled to do that! You are completely entitled to do that!

2.) "Dream's a cheater/racist/..etc. ..etc.."

This has been argued about for a while now, and really all I'm going to say is? If he makes you uncomfortable/worse about your gender/identity/yourself as a person?

Do not watch him! Absolutely do not watch him! Do not give him a second glance! You should absolutely take care of yourself than giving random dude on the internet the time of day.

It does not matter if you watch him bc you genuinely like him as a person, or if you believe he is a dirty cheater with the occasional pro gamer move during a manhunt, or don't watch him at all. Do what is best for your mental state.

I am not going to spend much time on this bc I feel like it was covered in the last point, but is deserving to be addressed due to all the controversy. Don't like, don't watch. Stay safe.

3.) "The fandom is worse than Dream himself and should all go jump off a cliff."

The amount of, "you should go k*ll y***self if you're a Dream Stan is concerning? I get that we are absolutely atrocious as a fandom (honestly putting that lightly haha-) but wishing death on someone for going such lengths to defend someone they don't know (bc yes, he may be wrongly accused sometimes, but Dream is a big boy. He can take care of himself) is overkill. But it goes both ways. I've seen time and time again this fandom hop on to posts that they are not wanted.

It does not matter if they are wrong, it does not matter if they are rude, if you are breaking someone else's clearly placed boundaries, then you are absolutely detestable. They are perfectly valid to spit back in your face and block you. Respect and be respected. And even if you're not? That doesn't give reason for you to add to the flames when you were at wrong in the first place.

Now I do have to say: we aren't all bad. I've met amazing mutuals on here (love you all <3<3). Trust me, you can meet amazing people here! But it's your job to control your online experience. People are free to block you for no reason at all, and you are free to block them. Just keep trekking guys.

There is so much more I could address, but I feel these are the main points. So yeah.

[thefanficmonster]

You Never Notice

Sykkuno x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The center of someone’s world is never aware of their importance even when everyone else is in the know. People are hard to understand, no denying, but if we all spilled our truth like how Y/N admitted her feelings to Sykkuno, mutual understanding would be achieved a lot more easily. JK, she needed an eternity and maybe a thousand pushes. What’s important is the result though, right?

Requested by Anon. You are my first Sykkuno request and I wish I could thank you with a tag. Instead, I’m gonna thank you with a fic in which I put my all. Thank you for the request, hope the final product doesn’t let you down. 🥰

Here we go again. Sykkuno’s love life is brought up. This time it’s more frustrating cause I can’t shout how wrong he is about himself and the effect he has on the people around him. He has no room to speak, he hasn’t experienced what I have - one of your best friends living in your head rent-free because you’re just that whipped by them. That’s right kids, some of us never grow past the middle school crushes - they are a constant for some. That can be a good or a bad thing, it completely depends on how you view it.

Currently, him and Rae are addressing some dating rumors that started spreading about them earlier this week while Felix, Sean and I are kicking each other’s butts in Party Animals. We’re not all playing together, actually, we were all playing different games when we hopped into the call and just grouped together after playing solo got boring. Rae and Sykkuno are playing Among Us on a random server, her being the only person who’s streaming right now. She said she just wanted to clear up the dating rumors cause they were annoying to see popping up on her feed on every social media platform she’s active on.

“It’s ridiculous, really. People just look for online personalities to put in imaginary relationships. Are they that bored? I know quarantine is getting to everyone, but damn“ Rae says, laughing a bit to take the edge off her words but I know she’s bothered by this ordeal more than she’s letting on. I know how much it bothers her when people ship random youtubers and streamers together, even when she’s not involved. 

And I agree. Ever since I started streaming I’ve been shipped with my friends left and right. First Corpse, then Dave, Joel...you name them. It gets kinda gross cause these people are legit like siblings to me. Unlike Rae, though, I don’t waste my breath trying to clear those ‘talks of the net’ up. I don’t know if it’s for better of for worse that I remain silent on the issue when I’m involved but am willing to stand up for my friends when they find themselves in a similar situation. Some people think the reason I don’t share my thoughts is because the rumors are true, but the hint is most often taken, resulting in the ship ending. Well, that ship ending, there’s always a new one popping up. As Rae said, it’s ridiculous.

“Why does everyone think I am ever dating anyone? I’ve already commented on this: no one would date me.“ Sykkuno says through a sigh-like laugh.

“Why are you so sure?“ I blurt out without as much as a second thought

My eyes widen just a bit, just a bit. I’m not too surprised with myself. I am slowly losing control of my raging emotions and I’m afraid of what I’ll turn into when all my restraints snap. A mess, that’s the most likely answer.

“Well....“ Sykkuno trails off, clearly more than a little nervous, “I don’t have a girlfriend right now, and I haven’t had one in a while...Nor has a girl shown any interest to be more than friends with me in what feels like forever.“

“I’m sure you just don’t notice the hints girls drop. We can be pretty subtle.“ I try to sound as nonchalant as possible while I’m still in my panicked animal mode. And by animal I mean a cub. A scared cub that is now showing confidence but will run and hide right afterwards. I silently thank the universe that I’m not streaming right now. I can feel the heat on my neck and cheeks which is pure embarrassment and would have been more than evident on-camera.

“Yeah Y/N’s right, Sykkuno. Girls can be very subtle, but they will always let you know if they like you, even through the smallest of gestures. You gotta keep your eyes open.“ Rae backs me up reassuringly.

“Guys never notice anything.“ I say, rolling my eyes. I feel the pressure lessen thanks to Rae’s involvement in the conversation.

“That’s not true.“ Sean protests, “We pay close attention, especially to girls we are attracted to.“

“Yeah!“ Sykkuno pipes in again, “I’m pretty sure I would notice if a girl was dropping signals that she likes me.“

Now that stings. That legit makes me wince and cringe as though his voice delivered an actual physical hit to my chest and stomach. It’s really unpleasant, painful even.

“You never notice.“ There’s something about this triple opportunity - proving him wrong that he’d catch onto a girl’s signals; proving him wrong that girls aren’t attracted to him; coming clean about the biggest emotional struggle I’ve experienced in recent years; - that snaps my last emotional restraints. I will totally regret this later, but after the regret comes the relief which is 100% worth it. 

“What?“ He sounds very puzzled. I can just about imagine him frowning as he tries to wrap his brain around something even I can’t wrap mine around.

“You say you’d notice a girl’s hints of attraction. OK.“ I nonchalantly throw Felix off the submarine in Party Animals while I keep talking, “Would you notice if a girl purposely doesn’t kill you in Among Us when she’s impostor? Or would you notice that a girl always sends you links to videos she finds funny? Or that she always shares music and movie recommendations with you and you only?“ 

Dead silence ensues. I feel like they have all glitched, considering Sean didn’t even try to put up a fight when I lifted him and threw him in the ocean as I previously did with Felix’s avatar.

Maybe I was a tad too specific and made the whole situation hit a little too close to home for me. 

Sykkuno and I have become really close friends and we chat and play games regularly. As I mentioned, I give him movie and music recommendations and I only recently started acknowledging the fact that I’ve never killed him in Among Us. Natural instinct I guess. In fact, I feel the need for vengeance when he’s killed. I refuse to even vote for him unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Now that I think about it, it’s not his fault he has no clue. I just don’t know how to properly drop hints.  

“Um...I mean, I guess I would notice but I’d never think they are that type of hints.“ He finally replies.

On point there, dear. On damn point.

“What does it take for you to be convinced that a girl is into you?“ Who cares that a bunch of people are about to witness this outpour? It’ll make it more real, yes, but it will also help me believe that it happened so I don’t try to crawl back to the point where return is an option. No return now. You’ve already passed two thirds of the way. The last one will set you and your mind free. 

“The only way I can be sure is if she tells me, really.“ He sounds so nervous and shy, like he’s trying to draw as little attention as possible.

He doesn’t have to worry. I’m about to pull all the attention on me.

“Well in that case....you leave me no other choice.“ My screen displays me as the winner of this round of Party Animals - an easy one considering my friends are glitched in real life. “I like you, Sykkuno. I like you a lot. And I know you will see it from every context except the one its meant to be in so I’ll be even more head-on - I’ve liked you, as more than a friend for quite some time now, but buddy, you can be sooo oblivious sometimes. Anyway...“ Here’s that regret I was talking about, it’s already creeping in. “Don’t feel the need to say it back. I don’t wanna hear it if you don’t mean it. And Rae,“ I can’t help but laugh at the thought, “Sorry for making your chat go crazy. Peace!“

And I disconnect from the Discord call.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?“ I say out loud, staring at my desktop. “The cat’s out of the bag and you can move on now.“

I push myself to get some work done in order to get my mind off the mess I’ve created. I’m afraid of thinking about it, I know I’ll get too upset to do anything with the rest of my day if I do.

Suddenly, just as I’m about to open my email, my phone chimes. My brain doesn’t bother to stop my arm from automatically reaching out and checking the notification. A message.

From Sykkuno.

~ I knew you didn’t suggest me ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ for no reason

Me ~ So...?

~ So, I’m not the only oblivious one here, Y/N

Me ~ Wait WHAT?

~ ‘Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist’?

Me ~ Oooohhhh...I see

It takes him a few seconds to reply, the bubble with the three bouncing dots popping up and disappearing a few times now. I just now feel my heart banging against the inside of my ribcage, my pulse echoing in my ears.

He did seem a little too eager for me to watch that movie...

~ So, movie date?

I laugh, wholeheartedly and honestly. Genuine joy running through my veins.

Me ~ So it is.

The grin that is now decorating my features promises to stay there for the rest of the day. I bite my bottom lip at the thought that pops into my head.

Me ~ Phew, I can stop sparing you in Among Us from now on

He sends me three cry-laughing emojis in return, but I don’t need those. I can just imagine him laughing as he usually does with one hand covering his mouth. And here I thought my grin couldn’t grow wider.

 Imagining him happy makes me smile. His happiness makes me happy. He makes me happy.

Even better...

I think the feeling’s mutual.

[clarkegriffins]

Sort of random rambling nonsense but you’re the person with the closest opinions to my own I think (you even have a Clarke url and she’s still my favorite ever!) so apologies if it comes off bitter and unhinged BUT. I love byler, prefer it even, as a ship because I love Will and the childhood best friends trope sucks me in every time, but the fandom is literally insane and I can’t stand it. I think it’s because I’m in my 20s and a lot of them are teens but some of the behavior is just inexcusable honestly? “El has to be independent” horrible takes everywhere, Mike HAS to be gay (which is just biphobia most of the time), Will will NEVER be happy unless he’s with Mike and never moves on, Mike only liked El because she had no hair and looked like a boy at first, etc. Don’t even get me started on the “proofs” that get so unhinged that I genuinely wonder if some of them are ok—today I saw one comparing a shot from the Suzie scenes to the last supper painting???? And even though I am neutral on mileven it’s clear that’s what they’re going with so all of this absolute byler endgame certainty everywhere also baffles me. The thing is, I find the ship adorable still, but I really wish the stans could get a collective reality check because they’re embarrassing and obnoxious and sometimes. I wonder how they could’ve watched vol2 and not realized they’re telling the unrequited love angle in canon and can just make transformative content to alleviate that in fanon. /end vent

OH ANON I LOVED THIS ASK SO MUCH, thank u for sharing how you’re feeling and i can just say: SAME, FUCKING SAME. first i’m gonna say something if u know me/my account, u should know that i was (i think i still am, i’m just on....hiatus) a hardcore byler shipper since 2016/season 1, when this ship used to be a crackship and a joke for many people, it was TOUGH back then, i’ve been loving them for years, bc just like u said: childhood friends to lovers is amazing, it’s one of my favorite tropes ever, i have many other ships like this... and just like u said i also love will, i LOVE will, with all my heart (i’m a willelsteve stan since 2016), and now about the fandom i’ll say, it was understandable having hope before vol 2, the whole mike not saying i love you to el was a bit weird to me and to the rest of the fandom, my account before and after vol 2 is two different accounts lmao, before vol 2 i was being hopeful, i made some gifsets with theories and all, i thought that the only way the story would make sense was if byler happened/mileven break up, but after vol 2 something changed, it was like if something finally clicked you know? every missing part, every doubt, every confusion i had disappeared and things became cristal clear to me, and i sit and thought about everything that happened in season 4 and the past seasons and i finally took my byler shipper glasses off and i saw how naive i was being, also a little dumb lmao, u don’t need to be smart af or understand everything about media to know that the direction byler is going is the unrequited one, byler actually never stood a chance, mike and will’s relationship was important to will for him to find out he is gay, it’s actually a little cliche i know but it makes sense, if it wasn’t mike it would have been lucas, or dustin, but since mike is will’s best friend it was him, and it makes sense will would fall in love with the first person to show him kindness and was friendly, we all know how caring mike can be with him, so it makes sense, i can talk about myself like i find out i was bisexual bc i fell in love with my best friend, and spoiler alert we didn’t work, but i will always be grateful for her because i was able to find out who i am (insert the i know what u are meme here lmao), which i think is the same for will, this is the story the duffers are telling, this is part of will’s storyline.... now let’s go to some topics:

the “el has to be independent” take: BULLSHIT, i think if u have been watching the show u should know that el, just like joyce and nancy are independent af, el was away from mike in s2 and she had adventures by HERSELF to find out who she is, to find out about her powers, her mom, etc....in season 3 she also had adventures by herself and max, and in season 4 we saw her again going back to the lab by herself to figure stuff out and get her powers back.......so as we can see, ELEVEN IS INDEPENDENT, but at the end of the day she always comes back to mike bc she’s IN LOVE with him and people need to accept that, it doesn’t make her weak or not independent, it’s part of who she is, she’s in love, female characters can be in love and independent, they don’t have to pick one, they can have BOTH. PERIOD.

the “mike has to be gay” ............sigh.......... tbh anon i’m tired of talking about this, i’ve already talked about how the byler fandom can be biphobic af sometimes which is one of the reasons why i’m.....distant from them now, so i’m not gonna speak about this again, just know that if u don’t think that mike ever had any romantic feelings for el ur literally embarrassing urself, he’s not confused or anything, mike was created in love with el.... let’s talk about mike btw, remember how i said that after vol 2 something clicked? so mike is part of this, mike has SO MUCH overlooked trauma and people don't even realize it, el’s “death” is season 1 marked him for good, and everything we are watching  now is the result of this trauma, season 2 is not the “best mike season” like people say, mike was depressed, going through pstd, he literally says to will that he thought he was going crazy, and after all that sadness he finds out el is alive again and WOW, it was like he finally could breath again, we can see in his eyes, the longing, the sadness, the relief..... and just like that he had to let her go again so she could save the world ONCE AGAIN, and he was so scared, he was crying and he made her promise to him that she would be back..... and then we have season 3, el can’t leave her house bc you know my baby girl is wanted in 65656564 countries lmao so #GIRLBOSS of her if u ask me, so mike has to go to her house to spend time with her since she cant leave her house that much or go to public places, and that makes him be distant from his friends for a little bit but can we blame him? like i know that he could manage his time better but lets not forget that hes also a kid KDJGSNJDKGNKJGNSG like he was what? 13? in season 3? do u really expect a 13 year old to know EVERYTHING? but people say “lucas can do that with max just fine” first max it’s not el, like i said el is wanted in 545645645 countries, it’s easy to manage ur time with ur friends/girlfriend when ur girlfriend can hang out with u all the time, like lucas can take max to watch movies, mike can’t, anyways you know what i mean, this is getting too long so i will link u to these posts where i talked about mike and mileven and how i think his storyline makes sense in s4 here and here, the show have been telling us about mike’s insecurity and fear about losing el for seasons now, but we weren’t paying attention....

and finally the “Will will NEVER be happy unless he’s with Mike and never moves on” BIG SIGH, i said it once and i’ll say it again: DON’T REDUCE WILL DOWN TO HIS FEELINGS FOR MIKE, JUST DON’T, it’s part of him? YES, but it’s not everything about him as a character, the whole “Will will only be happy if he’s with mike” is such bullshit bc idk if u noticed but will already lived without mike, bc he never had mike to begin with, you can't lose something you never had, if we could take away the trauma from the upside down off him we could see that will can be happy just by being next to his friends, to his family, tbh i feel like will’s storyline is about growing up, being able to love and accept himself and understand that he’s loved, he’s not a mistake or a freak, that’s will’s character, and i hope more than anything that my baby boy can learn how to love himself and finally be free, el kind of had the same stuff in season 4 too, when she finally stand up to her abuser and said she’s not the monster, ofc it’s still a working in progress bc she blames herself for max now but is still something, and i want will to have that too.

and FINALLY the “proofs” i’ll just say: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i’m sorry jfkgnkdjnsdkjgndksjgndkgnskjgndkjgn i laugh so much everytime i read their theories, they are so unserious, they are queerbating themselves and they don't even realize that, they DO need a reality check asap.... but hey whatever makes them happy i just hope they're not assholes when none of this happens

ok i already talked too much, bottom line is: ship whatever u want, whatever u love, byler is such a sweet ship, they are cute af (the fandom is nasty tho), but we all know this is not the direction the show is going and as long as you know that....be free, u can ship non canon ships you know, shipping is not about canon or endgames, is about a dynamic u love no matter what. and we know that will has feelings for mike and like u said we can work with that, i know it’s sad when ur favorite pairing it’s not canon but what can i say? it happens, i have many non canon ships and i still adore them more than anything in the world.

(i'm sorry if there are any typos, i’m sleepy af)

[weelittleweasley]

Little Lion | Ron x Reader

Prompt as requested by 2 anons: Naturally as a Slytherin, you exude confidence and intimidation. Ron Weasley, on the other hand, not so much. But that’s what made you so attracted to the other, much to everyone else’s surprise. Question is will he muster up the courage to ask you to go to the Yule Ball with him?

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: IMPORTANT NOTE: I know, I know, I know, the Yule Ball is only around for the Triwizard Tournament, but let’s pretend like it doesn’t exist just then!! I wanted to age everyone up to year six and give Ron and opportunity to redeem himself from the robes his mother sent him hehe. I literally am a fucking fiend for Ron Weasley, my love for him should be ILLEGAL. Ron content on here is MINIMAL TO NONE! If anyone has any great fic recs for Ron, PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY. LOOK AT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!! I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

All it took was for you to walk down the hall to get people to look at you and start whispering between each other. It wasn’t a bad thing at all, in fact you quite liked it. You were a confident girl and sometimes that confidence intimidated people. It gave you this sense of power that you liked to use when you needed something out of someone. Not to mention the people you surrounded yourself with in your house were also quite intimidating people, one of them being Draco Malfoy. 

You and Draco were best friends, a dynamic duo of sorts. People thought that you two would end up together, falling madly in love. But Draco was like your brother. He took you under his wing when you got Hogwarts and he was the person who helped you unlock that unfaltering confidence within you. Besides, Draco and you’s personalities clashed too much for it to work with you. You were both dominant, confident, intimidating people; Both of you needed to be in control at all times. Far too similar. 

Instead, you took a liking to people who were more reserved. People who thought before they acted upon their impulses. You needed someone who balanced you out. But someone who could dominate you and keep you at bay when you needed it. Only problem was people like that were scared of you or found you unapproachable. Which you understood, but at the same time, you wished that those people could suck it up and make a move.

As you walked down the hall today, Draco made his way next to you. “We should skip Potions today,” he states as you roll your eyes. Sometimes Draco kept this cool boy act up too much and you knew he was a big softie on the inside and he actually enjoyed school more than he liked to admit. “Seriously. We could ditch Slughorn’s class and hang out in the common room or by the Black Lake,” he tries to tempt you.

“Dray, we’re going to class whether you like it or not,” you speak as you continue to walk to class, Draco groaning when you tell him this. “Slughorn is may be old, but he says valuable things,” you push his shoulder.

The blonde boy just sighs. “I hate when you’re right.”

The both of you walk into Potions class, your face lighting up when you see that your other friends from Slytherin were already in class, awaiting your arrival. You grab a seat with Draco on your right and Pansy on your left. Pansy already starts gossiping about people who you could honestly care less about, but you give her the attention she wants anyway, her being one of your closest girl friends in the school. 

As she blabs on about some poor girl from Hufflepuff that she picked on during lunch, you watch as some Gryffindors enter the classroom, your eyes sticking on the Weasley boy. Ron Weasley was someone who you watched from afar. He was one of those boys who had that boyish charm that made you blush. The ginger was funny, for sure, but he had thoughtful and kind mannerisms that made your heart flutter when you watched him. You picked up on how he would notice when Granger would get distressed and he would offer her a sweet from his backpack that he had stored for occasions like this. You watched how he always packed more than one quill because Potter always managed to forget his. You watched how his eyes widened with fear when Slughorn would talk about how Potions can go wrong quickly, the Weasley boy fearfully concocting his. All of those little ticks made you develop a little crush on him after months of watching him.

Ron sat down in his typical seat next to Hermione and Harry, but he could feel a set of eyes on him from the moment he walked into the classroom. “Is she looking at me?” he nervously asks Harry. 

Harry glances over in your direction, watching that your eyes were glued on Potter’s best friend. When you notice Harry looking at you, you quickly turn away and pay attention to Pansy who continues to ramble. “She was,” Harry reports back. Ron nervously groans. “Oh come on, maybe she has a crush on you.”

“I highly doubt it. I bet she’s planning how to rip my heart out of my chest and then serve it to Malfoy on a silver platter,” his voice cracks. “She scares me.”

Hermione rolls her eyes, “Oh, please, Ronald. Just because the girl is confident and knows what she wants doesn’t make her scary; it makes her smart. I don’t know why she would have a crush on someone like you.”

Ron just looks at Hermione. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he exclaims.

With a huff, Hermione turns to Ron and Harry. “It means I’m surprised that she doesn’t have a crush on someone like Draco or Blaise Zabini. She likes someone like you, Ronald. Merlin, I didn’t think I would have to spell it out for you,” she turns back to the board, ready to start class. 

Your conversation with Pansy is interrupted when Professor Slughorn appear in front of the classroom and starts class, telling you to get into pairs. You turn to Draco, who was always your partner, Pansy with Blaise, Crabbe with Goyle. Everyone in the class regardless of their houses worked with the same people. Slughorn notices this and asks, “How about we switch it up and work with different people?” This earns a chorus of groans from the class. “I’m glad all of you are so eager to work with each other,” he says sarcastically. “I’ll assign the partners.” This earns more groans from the class.

Slughorn starts to pair people up with each other. You start to think that Slughorn is trying to make drama in the class when he starts. “Parkinson and Potter,” he announces.

“You’re bloody joking,” Pansy huffs making you laugh with Draco, making Pansy turn beet red. She grabs her things and moves to a work table in the back of the classroom. 

Slughorn continues to rattle off names of unlikely duos. “Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy,” Slughorn continues as you have to stifle your laugher and Draco whispers multiple profanities, slapping your shoulder, him grabbing his things in a huff. Hermione was definitely not happy about this pairing either as she has a scared look on her face as she looks at Ron before she moves to the back tables. “Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr. Weasley,” Slughorn announces.

Your heart quite literally stops and Ron looks like a deer in headlights. You did not expect this pair to happen. You can hear Draco cackling in the back of the classroom as you whip your head around. “Shut it, you nitwit,” you spit at him as he continues to laugh. You grab all of your belongings and make your way to a back table as Ron follows. Draco is still laughing, so you waste no time, slapping him upside the head, him letting out an ow! as you do so. “Bloody moron,” you huff at him before plopping down at a table with a shy Ron next to you. It is awkward. 

Slughorn calls out the last few partners before giving you the assignment for the  day. After he finished speaking, the class is silent for a long beat before the small chatter beings. You turn to Ron and offer him a small smile which he nervously reciprocate. The poor bloke is afraid of me, you think too yourself. “-so-”

“-um-”

The both of you talk at the same time. “You go,” you insist to Ron.

He shakes his head. “No, no, go ahead, I don’t even know what I was going to say, something stupid probably,” he tells you. His comment makes you lightly laugh. You suggest how you should start the task given. “Yep, much smarter than what I was going to say.”

You laugh again, “I’m sure what you were going to say was not stupid, Ron.” You had him a few vials of liquids needed to craft this potion. He carefully takes them from your hands and you notice how he actively avoids touching his hands against yours as if they were poison. Your heart kind of sinks at this. Were you that intimidating to him? You start, “You know,” you grab a pair of gloves, “I don’t bite. I know other people in the school say otherwise, but I’m not that bad.”

Ron gives you a genuine smile and laughs, looking down as his feet. “I’m sure you don’t,” he tells you as you blush lightly. “I guess pretty girls scare me.” Your heart rate picks up at the compliment, gulping a little bit, not making eye contact, too scare to. This was so unlike yourself. Ron clears his throat, “Anyway, let’s start, shall we?”

Within thirty minutes, you and Ron have completed all of the assignments for today’s class. You still had thirty minutes left of class, but Slughorn comes over. “Everything looks right to me!” he exclaims with excitement. “Well done, Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr. Weasley! Since you’ve completed your work, I can dismiss you early from class!” 

“What? That’s rubbish!” yells Draco from the other side of the room. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing your things and thanking Slughorn for the great class. 

You and Ron exit the class. “Job well done, indeed,” you laugh as you nudge Ron’s shoulder as he laughs. The two of you walk side by side down the hall. “Um, well, I guess I’ll see you around, Weasley.”

Starting to walk in the opposite direction, you hear Ron call, “Wait! Uh...” You turn around to see Ron behind you. “I have nothing to do for the rest of the day, and I was, um, do you wanna hang out by the Black Lake? I had snacks that I stole from the kitchen this morning.”

You cannot prevent the smile that forms across your lips. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

Ron’s lips form a cheeky grin. “Wicked.”

The two of you made your way to the Black Lake, making small talk here and there until you reached your destination. The both of you sat side by side on the grass as Ron handed you a bag of crisps from his backpack as you thank him for the snack. “So,” he starts, “this might be a weird question, but...why are you friends with people like Malfoy and Parkinson?”

You smile and lightly laugh at the question. “Draco and I are like siblings. He’s the brother I never had. When I got to Hogwarts, as hard as it may be to believe, I was really shy. I didn’t talk to many people and he took me under his wing. He helped me find my voice. I owe that to him. But that’s all that Draco and I are. Friends,” you stress, trying to express that you and Draco’s relationship was simply platonic. Ron nods. “Pansy on the other hand, she and I became friends because of Draco, but to be honest, she annoys me more than she does entertain me.”

This makes Ron laugh. “I thought I was the only one who found her dreadful,” he chuckles.

“What about you? Why are you friends with Harry and Hermione?” you ask him before munching on a chip.

Ron takes a deep breath in. “Like you said, Harry’s my brother. He gets me into deep shit, but he’s my brother.” You laugh at his passing joke, Ron looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “But seriously, Harry and I met on the train to Hogwarts. He and I have been inseparable since. Hermione, on the other hand, butt her way into Harry and I’s friendship. Again, she gets me into some deep shit, too, but here I am...The two of them are much braver than I am though, so I don’t quite understand why they think I’m a good addition to this team.”

You nudge his shoulder. “I disagree with that,” you speak truthfully. “You’re a Gryffindor! You’re like a lion,” you shimmy your shoulders, making him laugh.

“A little lion,” he retorts. 

“More of a lion than I am,” you counter, making him blush.

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More classes like this came along. You and Ron partnered up and finished your assignment for the day early, escaping class to hang out by the lake, eat snacks, and clown around. The more time you spent with Ron, the more comfortable you were with each other. But most of your interactions were limited to Potions class and your Blake Lake encounters. Other than that, you hung out with different people, spend your free time doing different things. This made you both cherish your private moments more. 

You sat by the Black Lake today, eating biscuits that your mom sent in a parcel to you. As you munched, you spoke, “The Yule Ball is coming up.” The mention of the Yule Ball makes the both of you tense. Neither of you had dates yet and you both secretly hoped the other wanted to go with each other. “You reckon you know who you want to ask?”

Ron munches on his biscuit quietly before swallowing. “Not really,” he lies through his teeth. I want to take you, Ron thinks. “What about you?” You shake your head no. I want to go with you, you think. “I’m sure you’ll have someone ask you, (Y/N). How could you not get a date? Look at you,” he tells you as you blush. 

You wanted to scream at him to ask you. That you wanted him to take you to the Yule Ball so you didn’t have to go with someone like Crabbe or Goyle. But you don’t. You just sit and finish your biscuit. “I think I’m gonna head back,” you confess, not really wanting to stay any longer with Ron no matter how much you actually wanted to capitalize on your time with him. 

As you rise, Ron watches you gather your things. You bloody idiot, just say it, he thinks to himself. Mustering up all of the confidence he has, Ron stands up and stops you. “(Y/N)?” he asks, stopping you from walking away from him. You look at the Weasley, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Ron takes a deep breath in and then says, “Go to the Yule Ball with me.”

Your heart flutters and the biggest smile appears on your face followed by beet red cheeks. Ron stares at you, relishing in how beautiful you look in this moment with kind eyes and rosy cheeks. “Okay. Yes,” you shake your head, making Ron smile wide.

“Brilliant,” he whispers, picking up his bag, walking back to the castle with you. “I’m glad you said yes.”

Nudging his shoulder, you tease, “Well, you didn’t make it a question, little lion.” Ron chuckles. “I would have said yes either way,” you admit.

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The Yule Ball rolled around and you were ball of nerves and excitement. You couldn’t wait to just go downstairs and see Ron and spend the evening with him. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing your hands over the satin crimson fabric of your dress. You smiled to yourself, you chose this dress mostly because of how beautiful it was, but also knowing it was the colors of Gryffindor. You wanted everyone to know who you were at the dance with. You were wearing these colors with pride tonight. 

Before you made your way to the ball, you met up with Draco. “Wow,” he claps as you walk towards him, you rolling your eyes. “You look stunning,” Draco tells you as you smile.

“You look fine,” you shrug as Draco teasingly slapping your shoulder. “I’m kidding, Malfoy, you look great.”

Draco offers you his arm as you both make your way to the hall where the Ball was. “I never asked you,” Draco says, “who was the lucky bloke who asked you?”

As you turn the corner to the hall, there Ron was, dressed in a black suit with a jacket that was a smidge too big on him. Probably a hand-me-down from Fred or George. Regardless, Ron looked handsome as ever. Your heart thumped out of your chest when you saw him. “Him,” you whisper breathlessly. 

Draco chuckles at first because he thinks you’re kidding. “You’re going with a Weasley?” he asks in disbelief. You ignore his snide comment, disjoining you from Draco, and you walk over to Ron. Draco turns to Zabini, “Did you know she was going with Weasley?” Zabini shakes his head. “What has gotten into her?”

Ron feels as if he may faint. You looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress of crimson, hair perfectly falling to frame your face. He felt like a fish out of water in his older brother’s old suit, but his thoughts were pushed aside when you approached him. “You are gorgeous,” he blurts, making you blush. “I can’t believe you’re my date,” he lightly laughs, grabbing your hand. “I’m the luckiest guy here.”

Smiling at the boy in front of you, you squeeze his hand. “I can’t believe you’re my date,” you confess. “I have the kindest, handsomest boy as my date to the Yule Ball.” Ron blushes a deep shade of red, almost matching your dress. “You want to go in, lion?” you call him his nickname. Ron nods and guides you inside to the ball. 

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The Yule Ball was fun for the first hour and a half. But soon enough you grew tired of dancing and jumping around. Ron looked over at you and spoke over the music, “You wanna get out of here?” You don’t even have to answer him, you just grab his hand and start making your way out. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. 

When you are outside of the hall, Ron tells you, “Give me one minute. I need to grab something from my room before we go. I’ll be right back.”

You watch him leave, a big smile on your face as you smooth out the material of your dress. This night felt nothing short of magical. Ron was a gentleman, making you laugh, dancing with you the whole night, making sure you were comfortable. He was perfect.

“You went to the ball with Weasley? (Y/N), you can do so much better,” Pansy laughs from behind you. “He’s a complete git.” Anger starts to rise in your chest. “You really could have anyone in this school and you chose the man who wears his brothers’ old clothes. He can barely stand up for himself, he has to let Granger fight his battles for him.”

“Will you shut it, Parkinson?” you snap. “Just because Draco didn’t ask you to the Yule Ball doesn’t mean you have to pick on everyone else’s dates because you are unhappy that you had to settle for Goyle. It’s not my fault that you get upset when people are happier than you. So how about this? Keep your opinions to yourself, because I can assure you no one wants to hear them. Not me, not Draco, no one.” Pansy’s face turns sheet white. “I like Ron. I think he’s brilliant. And I’m going to enjoy my night with him.”

The silence between you is deafening when you finish. Pansy just stares at you as you catch your breath from yelling at her. You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Spinning around, you see Ron behind you. You wished you could feel embarrassed right now, but you don’t. You just grab his hand and leave a shocked Pansy behind. “Merlin, remind me not to make you angry,” Ron diffuses the situation, brilliantly. You laugh at him before intertwining your fingers, leaving the Ball behind and escaping to your signature spot.

Draco leaves the hall and sees you leaving with Ron, hands clasped together. “Can you believe her?” Pansy asks Draco.

Draco just looks at Pansy. “I don’t care who she’s with. As long as she’s happy and they make her happy. That’s all you should care about too,” he speaks before walking away from Pansy with Crabbe and Goyle not too far behind him.

Soon, you and Ron arrive to Black Lake and sit beside each other on the grass in your ball attire, not caring if it gets dirty at this point. You look out at the lake as it shimmers in the moonlight. The night was beautiful. Just chilly. Ron immediately notices you shiver and without hesitation, he takes off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders. “You don’t have to,” you insist.

“Yes, I do. Don’t want you to get sick now, do we?” Ron smiles at you, wrapping an arm behind you carefully as you lean into him. 

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, you resting your head on his shoulder as he lays his head on yours. “What did you have to grab from your room?” you curiously ask him. 

You can feel Ron smile against your hair. “Reach into my jacket pocket. The left one.” You do so and pull out a small red rose. Its petals were lightly crushed from being pushed into his suit jacket pocket. You look up at Ron, eyebrows furrowed as if to say what’s this all about? “I wanted to get you a whole bouquet, but they wouldn’t have fit in my pocket,” he jokes as you laugh. “I like you, (Y/N). A lot. I like spending time with you and being around you. You make me happy. So, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” 

His confidence is palpable. You’d been rubbing off on him. He must have been rubbing off on you because there is a deep shade of red on your cheeks, you feel almost unable to speak. You finally find the words and say, “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Weasley.”

Ron smiles big and just gawks at you. “You’re my girlfriend now?”

“I’m your girlfriend,” you repeat as he laughs. “And you’re my little lion now.”

The two of you just look at each other for a moment before he speaks, “I’m going to kiss you...if that’s okay.” You nod your head and close the gap in between you two. The kiss is gentle and his lips are soft against yours. He kisses you like he is afraid of breaking you. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you in closer. You smile lightly into the kiss before pulling away slowly. “Bloody hell,” he whispers, inches from your face. “I’m so glad that this went better than I expected,” he admits as you laugh at your boyfriend.

[script-nef]

#bokutoisblessed | Bokuto Koutarou

Category: crack, fluff

2.2k words; MSBY fans dying over Bokuto and his family

Bokuto uploaded another photo

It seems like just yesterday little Hana was swaddled in his arms and now look at her. Like. Holy [censored] look at the [censored] post. 

Dudes like. She can walk now. Her steps are so wobbly but also so cute and my heart like????? Just exploded when we were gifted with the sight of her??? AND THE WAY SHE GIGGLED WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT HER MUM’S LAP A SAFJAKFDL I CAN’T BREATHE

Comments [Anon]: Honestly we the fans of Black Jackals are so blessed because we get to experience this joy and bundle of life thanks to our lord and saviour Bokuto Koutarou and his amazing wife, who will hereby be named Kami-sama. Because God is a woman I called it.

[Anon]: I agree with 97% of this, except for the Kami-sama part. She said it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing so we have to call her something else. How about Wife-sama. That should be fine, right?

[Anon]: Oh I saw that post Bokuto put up! Saying how much he’s thankful for the support but not to call her that! The upload was a short video of her turning red after he called her Kami-sama and it’s a treasure I will keep for the rest of my life. And into the afterlife. Death can try to pull it out of my cold, dead hand but I won’t let it. YOU HEAR ME DEATH???? YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEE

[Anon]: Bokuto said Wife-sama is fine! Apparently she was still red and it was the cutest thing ever. Bokuto is so biased (*cough cough* whipped *cough cough*) but hey I’m not complaining. I don’t think my imagination will ever come close to the actual reaction but I hope it does.

[Anon]: Do you guys remember, when he just started dating her, how he flooded us with posts of her and her only? Like, practically 95% of my feed was her since he was putting so much of them up. She could literally be doing nothing and he’ll be like “HOLY [censored] LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Without swearing because he doesn’t do that, but still.

[Anon]: OH AND THEN HE GOT INTO TROUBLE WITH HIS SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ASKJDSKDJF THAT WAS GOLD

[Anon]: THEY LITERALLY PUT A VIDEO UP OF THEM TRYING TO TELL BOKUTO WHY HE SHOULDN’T DO THAT AND HE CONSTANTLY SAID “BUT I’M DATING HER AND THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING I LOVE HER!!” LIKE BOI WE GET IT EVEN ALIENS WILL GET IT

[Anon]: And it started up again when she was pregnant with Hana. Like I could make a time-lapse video or whatever of her pregnancy just from the photos he put up

[Anon]: I honestly wonder how many photos he has of her and Hana

[Anon]: Probably a couple thousand. I mean like, I have a couple thousand of MBSY members but my love for them pales in front of Bokuto for Wife-sama, so.

→ Continue thread

Holy [censored] I just met Bokuto

Okay so there was news about a new resident coming into our apartment, more specifically my neighbouring unit. It was previously occupied by this really old couple and we had this small farewell party. They dropped hints that the new residents might be kind of loud but that they were great.

A few days later, my doorbell rings and who do I see? It’s [censored] Bokuto. Like, straight up. In his casual clothes. Exactly the same as the photo on his Insta page where he said he was moving. Which I liked practically a few hours ago.

He was standing there with the biggest smile and saying that he’s the new resident and that they’re giving out homemade cookies because of the baby and Bokuto’s volume. And invited me to a small dinner. And I’m. Like my brain. Literally. Like my brain is even blank now. Bokuto. Invited me. To his house. So I could have dinner. And see his wife. And little Hana. 

So I am here now, raiding my wardrobe to see if I have anything wearable because HOLY [censored] [censored] [censored] I’M GOING TO HAVE DINNER WITH BOKUTO AND HIS FAMILY I’LL REPORT BACK LATER IF HE’S FINE WITH ME SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE OKAY I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO FAST AND I NEED TO HAVE SOME MEDICINE

[Edit]: This was riddled with spelling mistakes because my hands were shaking from the aftershock.

Comments [Anon]: ???? What did you do in your past life to be awarded the opportunity of being neighbours with Bokuto???? Did you like, save the country or something? Is that what it takes to be blessed with him?

[Anon]: No you gotta at least save the entire Earth for this damn dude thanks for your service I guess

[Anon]: But if you gotta save the world to be neighbours with Bokuto, then what the hell did Wife-sama do to be married to him?

[Anon]: She saved the universe

[Anon]: But I think Bokuto will be the one to say he saved the universe to be with her that cheesy dork ugh I love you

[Anon]: LMAO I CAN HEAR HIM SCREAMING THAT

[Anon]: Are you back yet? Are you alive? Are you blinded by the magnificence that is Bokuto Koutarou and his family? I know I would be. So in order to kill me as well, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU CAN’T KEEP US OUT LIKE THIS I AM KNEELING ON THE FLOOR AND BEGGING FOR THE INTERACTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE I WANT SOME MORE SIR

[OP]: That’s really weird so stop that. I’m just about to go out now! I’ll spend the dinner over there, experience heaven, hope I don’t die of heart failure and possibly come back with a war story. If they allow me. Wish me luck guys.

[Anon]: GO BRAVELY SOLDIER AND MAKE US PROUD I AM PRAYING THAT THEY’LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU SHARE THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

I’M BACK

Okay so that could only be described as one of the best moments in my entire life. Don’t worry, they said it’s fine if I share this. #actualsaints

So I finally found an outfit and took the chocolate that I was saving for myself, but since I can give my arm and leg for Bokuto what the [censored] is a chocolate, right?

I’m greeted by Wife-sama herself. Like. Less than a metre from me, saying “good afternoon” and smiling like the saint of tranquillity. (A side note but how do you have that when you live with Bokuto? And a child? My brother wants to know your secrets.) And she’s wearing what I think is Bokuto’s shirt since it’s way too big for her, I mean the end comes to her thighs. Sharing shirts is the most romantic thing a couple can do I don’t make the rules I’m just the messenger.

Anyway she invites me into their house, their amazingly aesthetical and cozy house. There’s a display case for all of Bokuto’s trophies, awards, certificates and everything. There are photographs of them together all over the walls, hung from strings spanning the entire house. There was a wall section dedicated entirely to Hana-chan. I felt like an uncivilised cave gremlin there.

Wife-sama was still making dinner and I was going to help her but little Hana-chan came to me. Like, she tottered over to me in the blue frilly dresses and tugged on my pants, babbling and smiling. Y’all I nearly died. I literally saw the gates of heaven and had a foot in but Wife-sama saved me by pulling me back into reality. By asking me if I wanted to play with Hana-chan. Which killed me again. And she was apologetic about it too? Like she doesn’t think I would give my kidney to spend time with her?

So I was playing with Hana but sneakily looking at the two of them being cute as hell in the kitchen. Bokuto was attached to her at the hip for the whole time except for when she asked him to get some ingredients. He was a puppy incarnate. They were sneaking kisses, whispering to each other and it was honestly so cute like I was getting diabetes just from one night. 

The food was amazing, the dinner talk was so fun and delightful, Hana-chan was the cutest little angel ever, this was probably the best day of my life. AND WHEN I LEFT FOR THE NIGHT, THEY BOTH HUGGED ME AND IT WAS LIKE BEING HUGGED BY CLOUDS BUT THEY SMELLED SO NICE!!

I shall never forget this day. Mark my words y’all.

Comments [Anon]: How beautiful was their place? I feel like she would go with a pastel tone or black and white. And have cute things littered around everywhere.

[OP]: The house was really unique in the sense that it felt like two houses smashed together. Like they took turns decorating each section of the house. Looked like polar opposites. It was kind of weird at first but the aesthetics flowed well the longer I stayed there, if you can understand what I’m saying.

[Anon]: The fact that Bokuto and Wife-sama are practically opposites in many things but still formed a romantic relationship with each other and the fact that their taste or preferences complement each other perfectly is proof that they are soulmates. In this essay I will

[Anon]: Where’s the essay. Dude where’s the [censored] essay

[Anon]: HEY MAN COME BACK WHERE’S MY ESSAY

[Anon]: NOOOOOOOOOOO THE SACRED TEXTS

[Anon]: Bruh just a kidney? Take my [censored] liver. Take my heart. Oh no wait, she already has it in her squishy widdle hands.

[Anon]: I bid my left arm

[Anon]: Right arm

[Anon]: Lungs

[Anon]: I really love my brain but I barely use it so off it goes I guess

[OP]: ???? Guys? What are you doing? Stop this illegal organ trade in my post.

[Anon]: Shhhhh we’re showing our love

I saw Bokuto shopping and it was so cute

I do not do clickbait, it was genuinely adorable and my cheeks are about to fall off. As was everyone else’s in the entire mall.

I was just doing some shopping, getting some snacks and popcorn for the movie marathon I was going to have and who do I hear? Yeah, it’s Bokuto. And little Hana-chan whining to Wife-sama about how she’s not getting the snacks they want. It’s from memory since I didn’t take a video, I’m not a creep and I understand boundaries unlike some of you assholes, but it went something like this.

Bokuto: But think of all the caramel popcorn we could eat! Hana: Mama, sweeties. Sweeties. (What an angel, am I right?) Wife-sama: I already said no, it’s going to ruin your dinner. Hana: But it’s tasty! Bokuto: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase? I’ll do all of the dishes and cleaning today! Wife-sama: You already do that every day, Kou. It’s not much of a bribe. (Husband goals) And Hana, we have other snacks at home. Caramel is bad for your teeth. Bokuto: But babe! Wife-sama: I said no, and that’s it. Hana: Mama!

It was just this repeated for like 10 minutes with Bokuto and Hana-chan alternating their whines. I would have snapped after 5 times but wow, this lady has the mental fortitude of Fort Knox.

They both sulked and followed her around as she finished her shopping. I can tell Hana is Bokuto’s daughter because her hair droops down like his and a cloud forms over her head. It was practically magic.

In the end, they bought one (1) salted caramel popcorn because Wife-sama is too soft-hearted and they literally clung onto her for 5 minutes peppering her with kisses. And Bokuto actually lifted her in his embrace. In the middle of the sweets section. Where everyone was looking.

Needless to say, she was very very red.

Comments [Anon]: Conspiracy theory: factoring in Bokuto’s godlike physical ability, inhumane and endless sunny disposition, his hair’s ability to reflect his moods, it can be concluded that Bokuto is, in fact, a God.

[Anon]: Well someone has a big brain

[Anon]: Wait then Wife-sama would be a Goddess. Gasp SHE DIDN’T WANT PEOPLE CALLING HER KAMI-SAMA BECAUSE IT WOULD BLOW HER COVER

[Anon]: Oh yeah, it’s all coming together

[Anon]: I can kind of see Bokuto and Hana sneaking in sweets and snacks into the trolley while Wife-sama isn’t looking lmao

[OP]: THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT I nearly ran into them again and heard her berating Bokuto for sneaking in chocolate and shoving it beneath all the meat so she wouldn’t notice. My man, please. You can never outsmart your wife.

[Anon]: Next time I go to the MSBY fan meeting, I’m bringing all the sweets I can for Bokuto and Hana. It’s the least I can do.

[Anon]: They’re so cute and I can’t wait for the MSBY match in three days where Bokuto’s family is going to attend. I promise I’ll post about it afterwards.

[sparrow-stunned]

Okay okay i just need to ramble about the yandere xiao fic because woah it was so 😭🥰

It genuinely filled me with pure dread to the point i closed my curtains and it’s been a long time since anyone’s writing was able to do that. So like very props to you because your writing??? Absolutely immaculate 😩👌

A lot of writers forget that the yandere trope is supposed to be terrifying yet also enjoyable for the reader, like they just write a kidnappingbut make the character slightly overprotective, but not really intimidating. But you, oh you managed to capture that feeling of horror, the slow loss of hope, the drowsy feeling of separating yourself from reality because of it all just ugh it’s so perfect, love it so so much.

Also i was crying during the end, when Eula came to save us 🥺 it made me so sad, the lost love between darling and her. I was practically screaming in my head “no!! Eula run away!! Don’t die for this!!” And i’m so glad she (hopefully) got away without any extra harm to her. I hope she got to go live a happy life and find someone else to love her, getting to move on from the reader. Sad but I wish only the best for my favorite woman <\3

Anyways sorry for the rambling!! It’s just that your writing is absolutely perfect and i will be re-reading that fic for a good few weeks, i just absolutely had to let you know how perfect that fic

wow, thank you for such a wonderful comment! please don’t be sorry —it’s not rambling to me—because it honestly made my day. I love reading comments/feedback/thoughts about my fics, since my perspective as a writer is very different from that of a reader.

it’s funny that you mention it filled you with dread, because when I write yandere fics, I don’t consciously go for that kinda mood. it just kinda happened with this fic, with the background and characterization.

the xiao I chose to portray was a bit removed from what I would describe as canon xiao—more animalistic, less restraint, none of that morality struggle nonsense, especially considering that he’s really not grappling with things like karmic debt. less traumatized, and a lot more dangerous. so yeah, that mental divide between him and darling, where he truly does not understand what he’s doing wrong, means fun times for everyone.

as for yandere portrayals, soft or sadistic or whatever, i read depending on mood; coincidentally, before writing, I happened to read this amazing darkfic, dead dove do not eat variety. really made me in the mood to write something fucked up—so with the anon request, i was like... how about 'let’s have sex while i'm forcing you to look at a man I killed for you while in a puddle of his blood'

on the one hand, hot. on the other, what the fuck.

(also, I will be honest and say that my brain was in constant thirst mode while writing some parts…)

fanfics are very much personal preference. different strokes for different folks, as the saying goes! I like yandere fics where the danger is subtle. for me, it’s not so much about the capture, but moreso the ✨implications✨. yes, I am indeed a fan of things like suspense and slow burn haha.

i definitely think there’s room for many types of portrayals, though I’m happy to hear you liked mine! my personal preference is focusing on the psychological aspect, which you can definitely see in the fic when darling just kinda goes.. despondent. your comment about the loss of hope and their separation from reality is spot on!

Poor Eula… I was considering having a more, um, gruesome ending, but I love her too much to really go through with it. she’s quite a comfort character for me, so it'd have been jarring to write. I had a lot of fun writing the Eula and darling scenes though, since they were so cute.

overall, a big thank you for the feedback! I really, really appreciated this ask, and I’m happy to see you enjoyed it so much!

[moonbeam-writing]

Request: “sugino's childhood friend is the student council vp + #2 student. they like e/o but have been on bad terms ever since he dropped to 3-e. she didn't have friends besides him + her cousin maehara so she's sad about it but hides it under a new cold personality,, chairman coerces her into being a student-teacher at 3-e to help kill korosensei + her cold attitude causes problems w/ the class. what if she eventually befriends everyone + makes up with maehara but stays hostile towards sugino 🤔 tysm!” + “ah yes it's the sugino requester here! yes i would like it to have a happy ending :)) thanks so much, i'm looking forward to it!” + “oh yeah it's the sugino requester here again! sorry for the third ask but feel free to add any jealousy related elements 👀 i hope you enjoy writing <3”

— Reconnecting

๑ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

๑ Characters: Tomohito Sugino (Assassination Classroom)

๑ Quick Note: Hello, darling! Thank you so much for requesting this! I had a bunch of fun writing this, sorry if it’s a bit long or not 100% like the request, but I feel like I got the major stuff. I really hope you like it!

๑ Warnings: None, really. Just fairly angsty, though, as always, there’s hurt/comfort vibes and a happy ending. :)

๑ Word Count: 3,562

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(Y/N) (L/N) considered herself to be at the top of the world.

They were exactly where they were supposed to be so far in her life, getting exactly what they wanted and what they aimed for from how much work they put in. (Y/N) may have been one step down from the very top, but they were more than willing to take the place they earned. They were the top girl in the entirety of Kunugigaoka Junior High and there was nothing more satisfying than knowing that, aside from her place on the student council, but even that wasn’t quite the same. High grades came with high status, and in a school as ruthless as this one, she loved nothing more than knowing that the fruits of her own labor were what were keeping her safe.

Granted, it was lonely at the top. No one really liked anyone at Kunugigaoka for the most part. Sure, there were friendships, but all of them seemed either fake or hanging on by a thread. The admiration of others like her or the principal’s son wasn’t all that real, either. That admiration became jealousy and envy in seconds. People were willing to do virtually anything and use almost anyone to keep their grades up. Anything to avoid getting transferred to 3-E, that is. You were doomed if you managed to drop down to the “End Class,” no one had ever heard a story of someone being sent there coming back. It was like a story made up to keep everyone in line, only it wasn’t a story. It was very, painfully real and the stories served their purpose.

     (Y/N) had once had friends with her. She still did to an extent, but it wasn’t the same. Or, at least, they didn’t think it was. There was her cousin, Maehara, and Sugino, her best friend. They were thick as thieves, though, E Class brought separation, putting up a barrier between herself and the boys. The barriers were different for each boy, though.

Maehara was family, close family at that. He was (Y/N)’s first and best friend in the universe. The added bonus of sharing blood, however, was what kept them close. The two had to attend family gatherings, meaning that even if their academic endeavors kept them apart, their personal lives weren’t going to get in their way, either.

     Sugino, however, was a friend. A friend without any family ties or any true reason to seek (Y/N) out, or at least, that’s what he had thought. (Y/N) left things fairly open when Sugino had to switch classes, completely putting her reputation on the line for him. They had always sent soft smiles and friendly winks his way when they passed each other on campus, but they never got any sort of response or reaction. It just created shame and embarrassment on both of their ends.

After a month or two, (Y/N) worked to make herself move on. They couldn’t forget him entirely, nor would she let herself, but they also acknowledged all of the variables that came with Sugino’s new situation. His world was essentially being turned upside down. Everything he had and had known before being shipped up the mountain was being taken away from him and changed. (Y/N) couldn’t even begin to understand what he was going through, and honestly, she didn’t want to. At this point, (Y/N) just wished things could go back to how they were. They missed their best friend, and they missed not feeling hurt by him.

It was only a matter of time until the universe pushed the two back together, though.

Despite being one of the best students and having absolutely nothing to worry about, (Y/N)’s stomach and heart dropped, they were called to the principal's office. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if there ever was or would be a point in time where the man didn’t scare her, but that was the least of her concerns at that moment. They could have been asked anything in that office. They could have been told anything in that office. Anything could have happened, and the worst part was that it likely couldn’t have been something she could share. Even if they wanted to, or it  was deemed that it was something they could share in the first place, but wasn’t sure they’d even have it in themself to. Even though Principal Asano paraded himself as some kind of borderline neutral and caring man, everyone knew that he was the exact opposite.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” (Y/N) fought the shake in their voice, but it wasn’t quite enough to get rid of it. She may have closed herself off after Sugino and Maehara left, but the man’s intimidation factor was something that couldn’t be ignored. It was all too intense and the dark appearance and atmosphere of the room did nothing to calm her nerves.

“I did.” His deep voice sounded almost cheerful, more than (Y/N) would have liked to hear. She would have preferred his rumbling monotone over this. “I have been doing some thinking recently and as it turns out, you’re the only one I can think of to handle this job.”

(Y/N) stared at the man in front of them curiously. They weren’t sure what he wanted, and they didn’t like that. The worst part, however, is that (Y/N) knew she wouldn’t have much of a choice. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. I believe Class 3-E needs a bit of extra help.” (Y/N)’s stomach began to twist. “Unfortunately, I need my son to stay where he is, but you,” he paused, peering up at her from his desk, “you are a bit more flexible in regards to things like this. You help people all the time after all.” 

(Y/N) felt herself swallow heavily. There were so many possibilities of what could happen that they felt like they might not be able to cope. Sure, Maehara was there, but that seemed to be the only bright side. (Y/N) knew going up the mountain would be rough, and she wished she could find even the slightest bit of wiggle room to decline his so-called offer.

Asano, however, did not appreciate (Y/N)’s silence. He hated the obvious hesitance to answer even more. For someone in her position, (Y/N) seemed to have more resolve than he expected; others would have already given in with panicked compliance. He had noticed (Y/N)’s change over time, however, it made her the way she appeared; unmoving and closed off. Then he thought of his best bargaining chips. “You know people there, correct?”

“Almost everyone.” (Y/N) replied, not answering with what he wanted to hear on purpose. “I fear that not everyone would appreciate my presence, no matter how nice I am, though.” It was the truth and (Y/N) felt it needed to be said. It was a genuine concern and (Y/N) didn’t want to overstep; they would have every right to not like her and (Y/N) would never be able to blame them.

“I’m sure that’s not true. You have family in the E class. A cousin, correct?” 

“Yes, sir.” (Y/N) knew at this moment that he had officially backed them into the farthest corner he could.

“I’m sure he’ll love to see you.” His words were final; there was no getting out of this. “Now, there are a few things that will make this arrangement different.”

(Y/N) ignored the memory that wouldn’t leave them alone in the last few days. They hated that they let themself  be cornered that way and hated that they weren't too surprised even more. Kunugigaoka was corrupt and heavily classist, they knew that, but it was still wild to them. That was the environment they were growing up in, and because of the principal, it was arguably getting worse.

There were multiple things that (Y/N) had to face that morning that they weren’t ready for. All issues varied in their severity, but (Y/N) viewed all of them as something to worry about. Once (Y/N) thought of them, however, they noticed that their priorities may have been a bit skewed.

The strangest part that (Y/N) had to worry about was the main teacher of Class 3-E. The teacher, who was named Koro-Sensei by his students, was actually an alien. Not only that, but an alien that destroyed most of the moon and planned on doing the same to Earth. As much as (Y/N) wanted to ignore it, the gun and knife tucked into the waistband of their skirt and meeting a government agent absolutely destroyed that option.

There was also the class itself. (Y/N) once knew all of them and was even on good terms with almost all of them, but things definitely change once you’re booted off the main campus. (Y/N) was sure that no matter how nice she made sure to be to them that they wouldn’t accept any of it. She was considered top tier while they were nothing as soon as they got transferred. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t blame any of them for how they might feel or react to her.

Then, of course, there was Sugino. In (Y/N)’s mind, Sugino was the scariest thing about that day and their foreseeable future. Would he be even a little happy to see them? Would he talk to them at all now that (Y/N) was in his territory? It seemed dumb to (Y/N) that this was what got to them the most, but it was what it was. They had been inseparable, and now things were different, so wildly different. (Y/N) didn’t think she was ready.

(Y/N) let out a breath as they stood in front of the door to 3-E. She wasn’t sure if it was something that had been held in because of nerves or the trek up the mountain, but it helped remind them to breathe. They rolled her shoulders back and took another deep breath. (Y/N) could do this. If they could talk shit to the principal’s son’s face, they could face their old classmates and friends.

They knocked on the door, waiting for the ‘come in’ before moving. Carefully closing the door behind them, they quickly glanced between their peers and the being in front of them. Bewildered by the teacher didn’t even truly begin to describe what (Y/N) thought, but they decided it was a good start as they continued to stand awkwardly by the door, purposefully ignoring all of the eyes on them. There were only two people (Y/N) felt they could look in the eye and they were Maehara and Nagisa Shiota, a boy who they swore didn’t have a mean bone in his body and reciprocated (Y/N)’s kindness. The fact that (Y/N) felt like they couldn’t look at Sugino definitely didn’t get past them, but they were absolutely going to force themself to forget it for the time being.

“Ah! You must be Miss (L/N)! Welcome!” The alien enthusiastically greeted. It was almost overwhelming if (Y/N) was being honest.

“Uh, yes, hello.” (Y/N) felt bad about their feeble response, but that was all they could seem to say. Honestly, (Y/N) knew the experience was going to be something else, especially as time past and (Y/N) closed themself off to the world. Everyone in the building probably saw her as two-faced, they were sure of it. “Truth be told, I’m not sure why I’m here.” At this point, (Y/N) figured being honest was the best and only way to go about things. “I know it had something to do with being a tutor or student teacher or something, but I saw your guy’s test scores, none of you really have anything to worry about.”

“You’re probably here to help off him more than anything, (N/N).” Maehara laughed. “He doubts us so much.” He trailed off sarcastically.

(Y/N) was grateful for it; they felt like it took some of the pressure off of them. “Right. I mean, nothing was said about spy work or whatever, so I guess it could be literally anything else.” (Y/N) tried joking along, though they knew it didn’t land as well as they would have wanted.

“Right, well, it likely was for the assassination, so good luck! I’m Koro-Sensei and I wish you luck in killing me!” Koro-Sensei’s face changed and (Y/N) felt their stomach drop in dread. 

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A few days had passed and things were going as smoothly as they could in the End Class. (Y/N) was definitely feeling the pressures that came with the new environment and couldn’t help but mentally commend everyone for how well they all seemed to keep up with everything. (Y/N) was admittedly rather shocked, though. Everyone seemed to warm up to her again, despite the clear change in her exterior. No one knew how the change came about, but they didn’t question it much, other than Karma who took a fair amount of joy in poking at (Y/N) every chance he got.

That being said, not everyone really interacted with (Y/N) if they didn’t have to, and she was more than okay with it. It did hurt, however, that Sugino was one of those people. (Y/N) wasn’t sure whether they were shocked or not, but it still left them with a weird sense of being hurt, despite how it was presented as indifference. That was their best friend, someone they considered to be their soulmate, platonic or otherwise, and now he wouldn’t even spare her a glance.

(Y/N) was torn between wanting to move on and wanting to fight. They knew that Sugino was the only one who could truly change his mind, but (Y/N) still held hope that their bond could be repaired. That hope only grew as time went on and (Y/N) spent more time in 3-E with everyone. (Y/N) felt as though they could feel that Sugino still felt something towards her and hoped that it was something positive, or at least neutral enough to talk to her a bit more than when he needed to.

To outsiders, (Y/N) could understand how some of it may have seen it as somewhat ridiculous or weird that she was still holding onto something like this, however, there were things that no one else knew about the situation. Funnily enough, that just so happened to be the majority of the details. The details, truly, were as clear as day if someone were to think about it for a moment, however, (Y/N) supposed it was the fault of anyone who misunderstood, not hers, and definitely not Sugino’s.

Whether anyone thought about it or not, Sugino’s transfer really wasn’t all that long ago. Just long enough for their mutual dread to set in and become part of their routines. It was a shame how quickly everything came about, but there was nothing either of them could have done about it. Neither of them were sure where they stood with the other.

Another seemingly obvious detail is that the two never said anything to the other about the situation. Not obviously, anyways. The news of someone going to the E Class had always been something that spread like a wildfire. Even though Sugino didn’t say it, he didn’t need to and (Y/N) only had words of comfort to offer. Sugino hadn’t wanted to hear it, though. He stormed away and (Y/N) was so shocked they couldn’t calm their mind enough to consider any of the possibly things he must have been feeling.

It was all a fiasco. There were other details, but they were far more miniscule compared to the others. After thinking about it, (Y/N) knew there were things that they were missing, things that they were sure that only Sugino was really aware of. He was the other half of this, after all. Much like how (Y/N) didn’t know what was going on in his mind, Sugino didn’t know what was going on in (Y/N)’s, and they weren’t even sure Sugino would ever want to know.

That Thursday afternoon, however, things were going to change. Much like when (Y/N) was called into Asano’s office, their world was going to shift once again, and drastically.

(Y/N) had assumed that if Tomohito Sugino were ever going to speak to them, it would be because Koro-Sensei needed him to, or because Maehara forced him to. When (Y/N) saw Sugino storming up to them like a man on a mission, they were sure that Maehara was behind whatever was about to come their way. Regardless, they weren’t going to take this opportunity for granted.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” His voice was hesitant, yet strict with nerves. The small, petty part of (Y/N) wanted to ignore him or seem uninterested, but it wasn't as simple as that. Mainly because (Y/N) couldn’t hide their interest, even though they wanted to.

“Hey, Sugino. What’s up?” 

“Not much.” He answered stiffly. “I was just wondering if we could talk for a minute?” (Y/N) nodded at the boy and followed him to a quieter place where the two could talk. 

(Y/N) wasn’t sure whether Sugino genuinely wanted to talk or he would have rather been anywhere else. It seemed almost as though Sugino were fighting himself; like he wasn’t fully allowed to embrace the fact that since they had become slightly reacquainted with each other, he had become more comfortable around them. Their situation seemed to get weirder and weirder every time (Y/N) thought about it, making her head spin. 

“So… It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken.” Sugino awkwardly started, trailing off and not daring to look (Y/N) in the eye. 

“Yeah, it has. I mean, you kinda ran off and never even looked at me afterward.” The hurt and slight bit of spite was obvious in their voice. She couldn’t help it; their issues were finally being addressed, and even though (Y/N) was going to be polite enough about her feelings and take any of his into account, she still wanted Sugino to be aware of how badly they were hurt because of his lack of communication. “I’m more than willing to hear you out, but I also hope you know that what you did hurt.”

Sugino nodded his head, finally looking at them. “Of course! And- And I didn’t mean for it to happen that way, really.” There was a brief pause before he continued. “When I got the news and when the word got around and stuff, uh, I was honestly kind of a wreck, but it didn’t really hit until later in the day when I saw you. I know that sounds bad, but like, it wasn’t your fault.”

(Y/N) almost wanted to laugh, to reach a comforting hand out onto his shoulder. Despite their time apart, it almost felt like nothing had changed. (Y/N) still felt the immediate need to show him their support, to make sure that he knew he still had someone unconditionally in his corner. Just sitting there and listening to what he had to say made it feel like any pain that was there didn’t exist, as though it had never been caused in the first place.

“I just- It was dawning on me how my life was ruined, and it bothered me that people spread it around so quickly and so easily. My life was officially over, and all of our classmates and so-called friends were just laughing about it!” He exclaimed. “I was so scared and so ashamed that I felt like I couldn’t face you. I guess, I was just scared that you were going to reject me.” He quieted himself down, letting his fists clench tightly. 

(Y/N) finally broke, resting their hand on top of the closer of his hands. “Sugino, I’m so sorry.”

“I know it’s dumb. You just mean so much to me that I was scared that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I completely messed our relationship up, and I’m sorry. You mean a lot to me, (Y/N); that’s never changed and never will.”

A deep frown settled itself on both of their faces, their fingers now intertwined. The silence was heavy and thoughtful. Neither of them wanted the moment to end, however, they both wished for better circumstances. That being said, they were together and it felt like old times. By that logic, they were on good terms once again, at least to some degree.

“You’re dumb, Sugino.” (Y/N) laughed and gently bumped shoulders with the boy next to them, pulling a laugh from him too.

“So are you, (Y/N).” He answered back, finally letting a small smile rest on his lips. “Wanna go catch up over food?” Sugino sheepishly offered.

(Y/N) laughed, completely unsurprised. “Sure.” She laughed, pushing herself off the ground. They dusted themself off and held out a hand towards Sugino to pull him up, not letting go of his hand. “Let’s go.”