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[miruac]

dating osamu miya - a moodboard(timeskip)

osamu is such a gentle giant, six feet and a foodie. he's a quiet lover, and will do anything for you. since he does enjoy food, i feel like you guys would go out to restaurants and rate each one in detail. i don't see him being clingy, but since he does like food i feel like he's more of an acts of service man. but as a miya, he's also a little shit. he would send you random updates throughout the day, like telling you when his tummy hurts or random videos of him working. he also likes to be annoying over text and sometimes spam you, but he just loves your attention. osamu is also a quality time guy. he tries to get you to come into onigiri miya and soend as much time with him, and if you'll stay for closing the two of you will go on a latenight walk. he cherishes this time with you, as it reminds him how special life is and how he has so much love to give. obviously though, when atsumu has a big match he'll invite the team alumni to onigiri miya to watch his brother play. when he looks at you and his friends, osamu knows that he's found his family.

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[mamaskullz]

~Mommy~

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┊┋ Pairing:Marko x black!fem reader

┊┋ The Queen of The Damned/The Lost Boys AU

┊┋ Notes: the reader is a vampire, the

┊┋daughter of Akasha

┊┋ Tw: light graphic, lewd dream

┊┋Content:18+ MDNI, mature content:

┊┋sex with minimal plot, unprotected sex, oral

┊┋(m and f receiving)

┊┋choking, spitting, cunnilings

┊┋cowgirl, riding, Nipple sucking, handjob

┊┋ mentioned “mommy” "goddess" "baby boy"

┊┋ praises, blood kink, light degradation, begging

┊┋ fdom, mdom/msub, masturbation

┊┋ no.1

┊┋ Sequel to An Unforgettable Night part 2

┊┋ ~Enjoy~ checkout my masterlist

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After the meeting with you at the boardwalk, the boys commenced strategizing on their journey back to the cave, contemplating the next encounter with you. Each one of them longed to catch another glimpse of you, a stunning goddess unlike any they had ever seen before.

"She is a powerful woman, one we should not take lightly.", David said informing the boys while getting ready for their slumber. "She is so beautiful.", The rest of the boys nod when Paul mentions your beauty, they are obsessed with the way you looked, and your blood made them yearn for more. They all discuss their plans for you, there are plenty of plans on what they want to do with such a beauty, they all discuss how they are going to enjoy you once they have you, they make sure to plan it out carefully and thoroughly, they all cannot wait.

Marko pondered upon the encounter, his mind fixated on the elusive words whispered in his ear. The sun began to ascend, signaling the boys to retreat and seek shelter from the penetrating light. Taking advantage of their flight capabilities, they assumed a bat-like position, hanging upside down within the safety of a cave. As Marko dangled, his thoughts consumed him, intensifying his yearning for you - your essence, your physical presence. His mouth watered, and he found himself muttering incoherently as he gradually succumbed to slumber, under the influence of your manipulative powers, within the realm of his dreams.

In Marko's Dream

As Marko soared through the darkened skies, he became aware of a familiar voice calling out his name, urging him to find its source. The beckoning sound resonated deeply within him, captivating his senses. Your voice, in particular, possessed an enchanting allure that he found impossible to resist. Determined to reach you, Marko pushed himself to his limits, propelling through the air with unparalleled speed. His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, as he raced towards the origin of your captivating call.

Flying closer to the sound of you , your voice sounds more and more irresistible, more and more seductive. He sees you up on the balcony as the weather clears up for him to see you, he sees you in his most desireful dream. In this dream he can't wait to get to you. Marko is flying so fast and so quick to get to you, he wants to fly through the windows and to be in your arms. Marko's desire is so strong he wants to hold you and to kiss you.

Landing on his feet on the balcony he couldn't see you as he calls out for you. "Anippe! Anippe! I'm here! Where are You!", He calls for you beckon before you speak again. "Marko~ Come Here Marko~", Hearing you as it was coming from inside, Marko couldn't see what from inside not realizing his feet was walking towards the darkness that was coming from the inside, looking around for you only to be met with hands behind him wrapping your arms around his torso making him turn around towards you now coming face to face with you.

Upon catching sight of your countenance, Marko instantly recognized that he had entered a state of bliss. Your impeccable beauty captivated him to the point where he couldn't divert his gaze, and he found himself completely entranced by the allure within your eyes. This was the ultimate longing he had fervently sought after.

Embracing him, you enveloped him with a sense of overwhelming emotion, as if your hug was the epitome of intimacy. Your exquisite allure and irresistible charm left him utterly infatuated. Marko's heart raced uncontrollably, unable to resist being captivated by your beauty, as if it were comparable to that of a goddess.

While playfully denying Marko the opportunity to kiss you, you persistently whispered, asking him, "Do you long for my presence?" The tantalizing words escaped your lips as you teased and enticed him, leaving him yearning to taste your essence.

While playfully denying Marko the opportunity to kiss you, you persistently whispered, asking him, "Do you long for my presence?" You tantalizingly teased and taunted him, brushing your lips against each other's, as he yearned to taste your kiss. In a seductive tone, you inquired, "Do you crave my affection?"

"You don't know how very much I desire you; you are so gorgeous and irresistible. Your beauty makes me hunger for you, like your blood is calling me to feast in your sweetness." Marko is overwhelmed by his intense desire for you; your stunning appearance and irresistible charm captivate him completely. Your beauty ignites a deep longing within him, as if your essence beckons him to indulge in your delightful presence. He can hardly contain his excitement; he yearns to savor every moment with you, to embrace and relish in your essence. The mere thought of your alluring sweetness drives him to the brink of madness.

"Then beg for it, it's that simple", Speak softly to him and gently request it, as it is a straightforward matter. As you do so, let your hand slide into his pants, feeling the lingering hardness that you aroused when you first encountered each other at the boardwalk. Begin to caress and stimulate him.

"Please, *please* let me taste your sweet blood, I need to feed on you, I need to consume you, your beauty has driven me insane.", Marko pleaded desperately, urging you to grant him the privilege of savoring your exquisite blood. The insatiable desire to consume you overwhelmed him, as your captivating beauty had driven him to the brink of madness. With your hand caressing him incessantly, his longing intensified to an unbearable level. The intensity of your touch clouded his thoughts, rendering him incapable of rational thinking. His sole fixation became the insatiable craving to feast upon you, as his hunger had completely consumed him. He yearned to possess you, to have you entirely for himself.

As a smirk graces your face, you draw closer and share an ardent, tender kiss with him. The sound of his gentle moans fills the air as your lips meet, while you delicately caress his arousal through his trousers. Transitioning from his lips to his neck, you give his manhood a gentle squeeze, skillfully stroking it to ensure he feels each and every touch. Marko whispers, "Please, take care of me," causing a delightful shiver to run down your spine. Smirking, you relish in the power he has bestowed upon you and take pleasure in sinking your teeth into his neck, savoring the exquisite taste of his blood.

Marko's transformation from Dominant to Submissive was unexpected, but it turns out he had always harbored secret desires to be submissive, particularly to Paul. However, since his encounter with you, he has discovered a newfound willingness to be dominated by you. As you increase the intensity of your strokes on his cock, Marko's head tilts back, his cries of pleasure filling the air and gratifying your senses. "You're such a well-behaved boy," you praise him, while maintaining a steady rhythm, feeling his throbbing member glide against your fingertips.

"Please take care. Please take care of your Good-boys cock.", Marko, as he expresses his desires towards you. His warm breath on your neck carries the enticing scent of your blood, tempting him to come closer. Slowly, he opens his mouth, retracting his fangs to taste your blood. However, he is abruptly stopped by a firm grip on his cock, causing him to cry out in pain. As a small punishment, you release your hold on him, leaving him in a state of arousal. With a commanding tone, you question his eagerness, reminding him that he is not permitted to taste you without permission. He responds in a whimpering manner, confessing his desire to taste you like David did. He pleads for your forgiveness, expressing his remorse. The pleas escape his mouth, accompanied by various sounds of desperation. As you gaze at him with desire, you push him onto the bed.

Marko reclines on the bed, captivated by your enchanting allure as if time slowed down. He observes your hair gracefully swaying, while your reaches up to untie the strings on your dress, causing the delicate spaghetti straps to slip off your shoulders, unveiling your alluring figure with tantalizingly rigid nipples. This sight leaves Marko breathless, in awe of your stunning physique. As your dress gracefully descends, revealing more of your body, he cannot contain his anticipation any longer. However, before he can proceed, you gently place your hand on his face, urging him to pause and tilting his head back to meet your gaze…

"Did i give you. Permission? Slut~", with the lips that fell upon turning Marko on with the name calling quickly sulking looking at the temple of your body feeling the smooth skin with his cold hands, restraining himself to obey but was tempted to disobey just to see what you might do. "I'm sorry Mommy, I just want to taste you.

"I am amazed by my mommy's extraordinary beauty, charm, and allure". A gentle touch of our noses creates an enchanting sensation, with a soft whimper escaping him. This intimate gesture heightens the sexual tension, instinctively causing me to squeeze my own breasts. As this moment progresses, I find myself completely immersed in the feeling of his mouth opening, as his warm, moist tongue glides over my stomach, gradually moving upwards towards my belly button.

You relished the sensation of Marko's wet kisses on your stomach, knowing that your arousal was mounting. You watched in delight as he lavished your body with adoration, like a goddess deserving worship. Marko cast an upward glance, smirking at your evident enjoyment. As your hand slipped lower, it grazed over your belly button, sending a cascade of blood down your thigh. The sight had Marko drooling, spurred on by your words of invitation, 'Taste it. Taste what your need desired.' With your hip pressed against his, he held you close, enraptured by your seduction. "Mommy," he whispered before greedily consuming the spilled blood, leaving not a single drop to stain, and smearing it across his face.

Imagine tasting how sweet your blood was, getting messy with blood on the bed when you were both naked, covered in blood, with his blood smeared on your lips, and with your smile on your face and his, Marko leaned close to kiss your neck with the mixture of blood both on your bodies. You're so beautiful, mommy, I want more, could you please let me have more? " The Pleads, The Seduction, The Temptation, The Desire are all there for the taking.

"Indulge, Mother, my little one," he seductively requested, observing the excited smile forming on his face. He proceeded to passionately kiss your neck, maintaining the intimate connection between his lips and your skin. Moving downwards, he left moist kisses on your collarbones and ventured towards the space between your breasts, lavishing attention on your bosom and nibbling on your hardened nipples. The sensation of his lips on your body caused you to shudder, experiencing a pleasurable sensation that made your toes curl. As he continued to suck on your breasts, he gradually made his way down your body until he reached your waist. "Oh, Mother," Marko murmured in between kissing your thighs and inner thighs, "You are truly magnificent, absolutely delectable, Mother. I have never encountered a woman as enchanting and captivating as you, Mother~" His semi-whispered words threatened to weaken your resolve, but you knew you wouldn't easily succumb.

He began by kissing around your intimate area, slowly making his way back to where he started. His focus shifted towards your clitoris, giving it the attention, it deserved as he gently licked it. With his hands gripping your thighs, he held you down, ensuring you couldn't escape his grasp. His tongue flicked skillfully on your sensitive spot, while you watched him intently, captivated by the beautiful sight unfolding before you. The sensation of his wet tongue on your most intimate area sent pleasurable tingles throughout your body, causing you to squirm in delight. However, as the intensity grew, you started to feel weakened by his overpowering strength. He then shifted his attention, moving from your clitoris to your folds, exploring every inch with his tongue. The taste of your arousal was evident as he savored your juices, indicating just how aroused you were from the passionate encounter. "You're so incredibly wet for me, Mommy," he teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you, he never broke the connection as he continued to pleasure you, thrusting his tongue inside your wetness with a hint of aggression.

He continues to explore the patterns in your intimate area, and as a result, your moans become increasingly louder. The sensation of his sharp nails tearing the sheets doesn't bother you as you are fully absorbed in the pleasure he is providing. With your back arched and your legs held down, you feel a sudden sharp twist in your stomach accompanied by tingling sensations, indicating that you are nearing climax. "Baby boy, I'm almost there. Mommy is close," you warn Marko, which only further excites him and intensifies his desire to pleasure your wet and tight area. He begins to adopt a more assertive and aggressive approach, increasing the speed of his movements. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you reach your limit and start squirting uncontrollably. The sound of his moans resonating within you only serves to heighten your pleasure, causing you to become overstimulated. As you reach down to grip his messy golden curls, your toes curl in response to the mounting sensations. Your legs tremble, covered in a sheen of sweat, as you struggle to catch your breath. Marko, with heavy breaths, then proceeds to clean up the remnants of your enjoyment, relishing in the taste of your sweet and sticky essence. Looking at you with a contented smile, he remarks, "You taste absolutely delicious, mommy~". Leaning in, he gently kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

Marko inquired, "May I please engage in sexual intercourse with you, Mommy?" You responded, "Certainly, for being such a devoted individual to me, you may engage in intercourse with me in any manner you desire." After catching your breath, Marko reached down and firmly grasped his penis, stroking it vigorously to ensure it was coated with your natural lubrication. Moaning with pleasure, he expressed his desire, "Could you guide me inside you, Mommy? I yearn to experience the sensation of penetrating your sweet, wet, and tight vagina." As you listened to his passionate words, you looked up at him with a mischievous smile, gripping his penis tightly with your hand and causing your nails to dig into his skin, resulting in a slight bleeding. This sensation brought him immense pleasure. Leading the way, you guided him towards the entrance, aligning his penis with your vagina.

After positioning him, you gently guide him in, feeling the pressure as his member enters your intimate space. Your toes curl from a mix of pain and pleasure, and Marko observes as his length disappears inside you. The grip of your walls around his cock causes him to wince and moan. As he fills you completely, you can't help but feel the enormity of his size, stretching you to your limits. Allowing you a moment to adjust, Marko gazes into your eyes, captivated by the intensity of the moment, and leans down to share a passionate kiss. His hips begin to move involuntarily as he can no longer contain his desire. With a whisper in your ear, he expresses his longing for you, relishing in the tightness of your pussy that nearly milks his throbbing member.

"Oh Fuck~ Thats it Babyboy start off slow~ Never knew a sloppy pathetic bloodlust whore bitch would be such a good fucktoy~", It is astonishing how derogatory words can unknowingly enhance the pleasure, as you gradually increase your pace. Your expressions of enjoyment intensify as you firmly hold onto the bed sheets, unable to resist moaning his name while he reciprocates with yours. "I am completely devoted to you, my dear. Oh my! Oh my!" The sounds of pleasure engulf you as your partner's passion-filled words fill your mouth, now leading towards another sensation as his thrusting continues.

As it was apparent that both of you were thoroughly enjoying yourselves, he lifted you up in his arms while you held onto his neck tightly, expressing your pleasure through moans that resonated in his ear. "My dear, you feel so incredible on me that I may reach climax," he cautioned you, making you aware of his growing intensity, which mirrored your own. Sensing the imminent release approaching, a knot formed in your stomach. Marko began thrusting vigorously, causing your breasts to bounce as he caressed one of them and proceeded to suck on it, all while the moist sounds of your intimate connection resonated. "My love, I'm reaching my peak soon," he warned. "I am too, my darling," you replied, embracing the intensity of the moment.

As they were both on the verge of climax, entangled in a passionate and intense encounter, consuming each other's blood and mingling it with their sweat, Marko was abruptly awakened by Dwayne. "Hey, wake up!" Dwayne shook him vigorously, as the night sky loomed outside. Marko stirred, feeling a dampness in his pants, and instinctively reached down to investigate. He clenched his fist, hearing the sounds of disappointment before he let out a sigh. "Gentlemen! We have a special evening ahead. Let us make the most of it!" With David's encouragement and the enthusiastic howls of Paul and Dwayne, a flushed Marko checked his pants after changing his underwear, yearning for you after experiencing the dream that felt all too real.

But don't worry you two will meet again surely...

~A/n~ Deftones will be played in the part two but I hope you enjoyed the sequel, I’m not good at making intimate scenes but I practice from time to time.

[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Naela realizes she can’t trust everyone in the acting business. Somehow the only person who makes her feel safe is a man she met yesterday.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Not edited, maybe I will eventually. Some angst, deception, and crying. Once again, this man makes up for it dw.

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue

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CHAPTER TWO -- TRAPPED

Naela had never been a morning person. Her mother often told stories about how grumpy she was even on Christmas morning. Needless to say, she would have to get used to waking up before the sun.

Looking at the time as she turned off her alarms, she realized she knew only one other person who was awake at this time every morning. She was thinking about her mother a lot last night after talking with Pedro.

In hopes to seek some comfort, Naela called her mom, who answered after the first ring.

“Buenos días, Mija!” Naela clearly didn’t take after her mom in that regard.

“Buenos días, mamá,” she muttered weakly, still basking in the warmth of her bed.

“How is Columbia? Is it everything Abluela said it was?” She chuckled lightly.

“All I’ve seen so far are the walls of my trailer,” she yawned, making her mother laugh harder.

“Pobrecita. Send me some pictures, okay? I have to open this morning.” Naela’s brow furrowed at her statement.

“Where is Sebastian?” She counted on her older brother to be there for her mom since she couldn’t.

“Oh, he’s closing for me now. I can’t see well at night anymore, especially when I’m driving.” Her mothers tone told her not to worry, so she didn’t.

“Okay, mama. Te amo.”

“Te amo mucho, mija.” Naela sighed as she let her phone fall against the pillow. Making her get out of bed at this hour had to be a crime. To her surprise, the silence was short lived as her phone began to ring. oAfter a few moments of hyping herself up, she finally pulled herself out of bed, taking the comforter with her. She groggily clambered into the living space and stopped at the coffee machine. After rubbing her eyes, she could finally read the labels on the coffee pods they had on display. It almost seemed wrong not to choose Columbian Roast, so she plucked the pod out of the chamber and put it directly in the top of the coffee machine. She quickly picked a mug and started brewing her first cup of many coffees she would need during this shoot.

Once it was finished, she withdrew to the pull out couch and sipped her coffee while she watched the sun rise for a bit. She tried to check her social media, but the spotty service was not having it. After she felt conscious enough, she threw on a t-shirt and shorts, since it was just a table reading for the day.

Once she was ready, she started making her way to the studio. It was much cooler with the sun still creeping over the horizon. At first, she thought she was the first one up, since it was so quiet, but once she got halfway to the door, she heard her name.

“Naela!” This time is didn’t annoy her, it actually brought a smile to her face. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face the man jogging toward her. “Did you sleep well last night?” he continued, starting to walk with her at a slow pace.

“I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow,” she admitted, giggling.

He beamed back at her, “Yes, me too. I don’t remember going to sleep— one minute I’m watching latenight telenovelas and the next it’s six am,” he adds jokingly.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what channel that is because I can only call my mom with my phone right now." They laugh together.

"I'm sure she loves that." She sighed, it was true. They were silent for a moment as they approached the glass doors, composing themselves. Pedro quickly grabbed the door first, holding it open for her.

She smiled, "Gracias."

"Es un placer, hermosa" My pleasure, beautiful. Naela looked up at him as she passed through the door, shaking her head at his cheeky smirk. She could hear him chuckle, unable to take himself seriously.

After walking down a long hallway, Naela could smell the coffee. The one open door had to be where it was coming from, so she led them inside. Once she rounded the corner, she was met with a generous spread of breakfast pastries, fresh fruit, and doughnuts.

"Wow, I didn't think I was that hungry until this moment," Pedro pipes up, making the small group laugh. As they picked their breakfast and poured their coffee, more actors started trickling in and doing the same. They eventually took their assigned seats across from Joanna and Boyd, just like last night's seating.

The reading went really well, Naela thought. Some scenes were more awkward than others, like when Javi was meant to be on his knees begging Lucia for a kiss in a drunken stupor. Pedro made up for it by making her laugh with kissy faces.

Once it was over and everyone was filing out to leave, they were about to follow when Naela finally noticed her Manager, Mike, waving them over. Pedro's manger came out of the connecting office Mike was standing in front of and did the same. Naela looked to Pedro, who didn't seem nervous in the slightest. She still had her guard up, but his calmness helped her feel safe.

"We just need to go over some terms with you, okay?" Mike said cheerily. Again with the act, why is he so chipper? She didn't give him a response, she just followed Pedro into the office. She took note of the director behind the desk and the main writer next to him.

"I meant to say this earlier in the reading, but you two and your characters are so important in making this show a success. You are the respite we give our audience after the tragedies depicted in the show." Paul, the main writer started. Naela smiled, but she wasn't sure if that was the correct response yet.

"Yes, exactly. Javi and Lucia, in my opinion, will be the tie between making this a show for everyone and actually getting everyone to watch it." Tom, the director added.

Mike stepped up next to Naela, saying quietly to her, "With that being said, you should know that sometimes actors have to do these kinds of things--" It wasn't quiet enough.

Pedro immediately took a step back, his entire demeanor changing. It was honestly a little scary, on top of the confusion she felt from Mike's words.

"You mean she doesn't know? You didn't ask her?" Mike looked positively terrified as well. His posture shrunk as he withdrew to the wall.

"Am I in trouble?" Naela asked weakly. She begged the tears she felt pricking her eyes not to fall.

"No, no, not at all, sweetheart. Just take a seat," the director answered, gesturing to the leather seats in front of his desk. Her confusion quickly turned to anger. Ugh. Sweetheart.

As she followed his directions, she heard Pedro scoff. She turned to see him storm out of the office before looking back at Tom. Pedro's manager started after him, but stopped when the director held up his hand.

"No, just let him go. He'll come around." Tom sighed and leaned over the desk, making eye contact with Naela.

"So...whether or not you knew what you were signing is not really important. The fact is, you signed one contract for filming with us for six months here. The second contract you signed was for another six months of publicity." Naela was still confused. How would that be a problem? Interviews and internet posts was something she looked forward to doing.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would say no. I wanted you to at least meet Pedro first--" Wait. What does this have to do with Pedro?

"Enough from you. Seriously." Tom interjected. "Naela, I'm sorry this is how your manager let you find out, but what's done is done."

"Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" By this point, Naela's chest was heaving and she was staring to sweat in her seat.

"You and Pedro are going to help us keep the audience engaged in between seasons by being in a PR relationship. Have you ever done something like that before?" She shook her head. Did it really matter at this point?

“I have a boyfriend—“

"Naela, listen. We aren't going to force you and Pedro to do anything crazy. We just need you to be spotted together on a few dates, maybe take each other to a few red carpets and appear on each others social media. Sounds pretty doable, right?" He held out his hand like a peace offering. What else was she supposed to do or say?

"Yeah, sure..." She reluctantly took his hand.

"Perfect. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning." Tom smiled, but it almost felt evil. She didn't understand how she could be tricked and no one felt an ounce of remorse for her except for Pedro, who had no power in the situation either. She slowly gathered herself and turned to leave, glaring through Mike as she passed. The fresh air hitting her as she left couldn't even make her feel better.

"Naela!" God, what now? She saw Pedro jogging towards her once more. "Naela, I'm so sorry, I had no idea--" He looked so concerned and apologetic.

"It's okay, Pedro--"

"No, it's not okay! I can't believe he did that to you." He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb in a comforting cadence. "I never would have said yes if you didn't want to--"

"Pedro, it's okay. It's not the worst surprise ever." She smiled unenthusiastically.

"Are you gonna be okay?" It was the only thing that truly mattered to him in that moment, and she could feel that.

She nodded, "Yeah. I'll be okay." He looks at her with sympathy. He feels terrible, and she can tell. He pulls her into a tight hug, wrapping his strong arms around her. She took a deep breath, feeling safe for the first time in a while. She wanted to let go, to cry and tell him everything she felt but she didn't know him like that. Nor was that the right place to do so.

Instead, she whispered, "Thank you," into his chest as he rubbed her back. He finally let go, but it still wasn't long enough. They smiled painfully at each other before going their separate ways.

Once Naela go to her trailer, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She instantly dissolved into tears as she fell onto the futon. It was the kind of cry where you forget to breathe and almost choke. She prayed for this every damn day since she knew she wanted to be an actor. Now that she had it, it wasn't at all the fantasy she thought it would be.

She didn't call her mom, even though she wanted to. She didn't want her to worry, or worse, tell her 'I told you so'. Realistically, she knew her mother would never have to heart to say such a thing, but she didn't want to take any chances.

Even though she really didn’t want to, she did have to call Josh. She also knew exactly what his reaction would be too.

“Are you serious? You told them no, right?”

Sobbing, she held her phone out in front of her, allowing her boyfriend to see her pixelated and grainy form through the screen. “Babe, you don’t understand, I already signed the contract. My manager lied to me, that’s why I’m so upset—“

“I do understand. Just quit.” His tone was condescending as he raised his voice.

“Right, because I have enough money to fly myself back to America right now.” She wiped her dampened cheeks as she sighed, exhausted from fighting with him already. She heard him start to respond, but he was cut off by her spotty connection. Her screen froze for a few seconds before the call failed entirely. She dropped her phone onto the couch next to her before pulling her knees into her chest as her sobs started back up again.

She just wanted someone who understood.

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Late Night Conversations Masterlist

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Summary: "You're an idiot," Sam says, suddenly very serious.

Bucky swallows and brings his hand up to trace along the hem of Sam's untucked shirt.

They're looking each other dead in the eye. So so close.

Sam's eyes flick up to Bucky's, and he says, "I haven't laughed like that since… Since he—"

"Since what, Sam," Bucky pleads. He wants to know this. He wants Sam to be okay again, to be able to talk about Riley.

But Sam never talks about Riley.

Bandages & Beers (ao3) - JustGettingBy yelena/kate T, 4k

Summary: A few months after Christmas, Kate Bishop is still trying to sort out the mess that currently is her life.

A knock at the window changes everything.

dona nobis pacem (grant us peace) (ao3) - honeydwine druig/makkari E, 1k

Summary: It took them weeks aboard the Domo to actually talk about it. It took them no less than three days to have sex

It went a bit like this.

Home is Where the Heart Is (ao3) - NarutoRox bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Bucky shook his head. “Doll, I know you’re wound up, but you need to sleep,” he said, before playing dirty and adding, “I need to sleep,” which made him feel guilty when Tony flinched. ~ In which Bucky is tired, Tony is homesick and restless, and Bucky has a secret weapon.

i don't need serotonin if i can just have your hand (ao3) - cyanica sam/bucky T, 3k

Summary: "Can I… Can I hold your hand?” He reached out, human and warm in the sunlight that shone upon Sam in a kind of iridescence that was all-consuming. His eyes were half-lidded and glassy, the twilight dawn breaking all over the atmosphere as he watched it devote itself to Sam’s presence like each spec of dust caught within the sunshine were fireflies addicted to his glow. “Something – something else to know what's real if I wake up and can't remember.”

Or making amends doesn’t lie within old evils, but rather new loves.

if your heart's still open (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 8k

Summary: “What’s wrong, Buck?”

“You really gotta ask that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Steve clenches his jaw. “You were the one who ended things.”

Nightmare (ao3) - stucky steve/bucky E, 33k

Summary: After having another unbearable nightmare, Steve seeks the comfort of Bucky, the only person he think to turn to. He's the only person Steve wants to turn to.

This follows those nights they spend together, talking, laughing, crying, and falling in love.

Oh, we're splitting into partners now? I'll go stand over here. (ao3) - orphan_account bruce/clint, steve/tony E, 22k

Summary: Clint and Bruce get the late night munchies and make a connection. What follows from one simple interaction tends to surprise them both.

Patterned Mosaics Under Broken Dreams (ao3) - XtaticPearl steve/tony M, 7k

Summary: Tony is practically an expert on nightmares. He has been dealing with them for a long time now and has had time to control his reactions to them. This didn't extend to the other Avengers though, who had their own specific horrors that trapped them in their sleep. It was a natural decision for Tony to be the one to see them through such times. If only he made sure that they knew about this too, because sometimes taking care of your family could mean damaging yourself. In the end, it falls on the team to see through this and hope to bring Tony out of his own horrors.

Save Me From My Dreams (ao3) - happyaspie G, 3k

Summary: Exams are stressful and between the anxiety and the nightmares, Peter can't seem to find sleep. Tony just wants his kid to get some rest and he'd do anything to accomplish that.

The sun shines brighter when you are here (ao3) - frostysunflowers T, 3k

Summary: One room. Two moments.

Tony, before and after Peter comes home.

We've Got Time (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Steve and Bucky learn more about each other through intimate late-night conversations, hot showers and unexpected massages, a ridiculous amount of kissing and cuddling, and finally, by having an open, honest discussion about their relationship. AKA a long list of non-sexual intimacies and a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff.

What is Real (A Comfortember Fic) (ao3) - happyaspie T, 37k

Summary: For weeks Tony searched for Peter but once he finally has his adopted son back in his arms he realizes how long of a road they have ahead of them.

Or:

After being kidnapped and subsequently mentally tormented Peter is left feeling anxious and afraid. Tony is there, as always, to help him pick himself up again.

Where We Left Off (ao3) - Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) bucky/tony T, 2k

Summary: Prompt: Imagine Bucky and Tony meeting at night in the common room because of nightmares or Tony's crazy working hours and they somehow bond over late night cooking/eating take out and watching crappy TV. AND Imagine Hydra kidnapping Tony and stripping him of his memories and brainwashing him.

Keeping odd hours seemed to be an Avengers prerequisite, so Bucky wasn’t surprised to run into Tony the first time, or even the second time. Common floor, TV on, flicking through channels just to remind himself that it wasn’t 1944 anymore. If that had been the extent of it—missing the past—he’d have counted himself blessed, but it seemed like he had a head full of bad memories just waiting for him to be stupid enough to close his eyes and sleep.

So at first, sure, it’d seemed normal that Tony had wandered in, and dropped onto the couch next to him, stolen the remote, and pulled up some weird cooking competition program.

“I don’t know why I love watching cooking shows when I’m starving,” Tony muttered. “Must be the masochist in me.”

[justice4daisyjohnson]

monsters & angels

daisy johnson x f!reader

warnings: talks of the red room, swearing (i think?), angst

summary: based on a request on reader being a former black widow 

word count: 686

masterlist | taglist

daisy was always so understanding about your struggles with sleeping. she would hold you when you woke up from nightmares and go out on latenight drives when you couldn't fall asleep.

you haven't had a bad nightmare in a couple weeks, last time you did was because daisy was away on a mission. you refused to tell daisy it happened because she would blame herself.

daisy heard you mumbling things in your sleep. she couldn't understand because you were talking in russian. sometimes, daisy waits a little to see if the nightmare would go away so you could get some sleep, but as soon as you started to jerk your body she started to try to wake you up.

first, she said your name quietly to not startle you. when you continued to talk and jerk in your sleep she gripped your upper arm softly. daisy was sitting on her legs now, she leaned down to kiss your forehead and nose.

you awoke when you felt the kisses on your face, it didn't register in your head it was daisy kissing you so you quickly punched daisys stomach and grabbed her arms when she was occupied with the pain and pinned her down on the bed.

when you saw daisys face full of pain, her nose was scrunched up and her eyes were closed. your grip on her arms loosened and you moved to the head board and tried to get as far away from daisy.

your were breathing hard and tears started forming in your eyes. you just hit your girlfriend, the person who adores you the most, and you hurt her. you fold your legs to your stomach and lean your head down to your legs as tears dripped down.

im a monster.

when daisy tried to touch you carefully, you jerked back and fell to the floor. your breathing got more erratic.

"baby, baby, can you look at me?" you heard daisy say from the bed.

"stop, stop" you say, "im a monster, i don't want to hurt you" daisy then gets off the bed to be on the floor with you.

"you are not a monster, you hear me?" you look up, tears still falling from your eyes. "please, let me hold you"

"no, look at me, the only thing im good for is killing" you say, motioning to the scars displayed on your body.

daisy watched you talk down on yourself, tears forming in her eyes. hse couldn't believe how you could talk about yourself like that. you were the person going all out on her birthday, you were the person taking care of her whenever she was sick, you would make meals for her after she had a long mission, you were the one that comforted her when she was dealing with her grief.

"please, listen to me, y/n. you are not a monster. a monster wouldn't kiss me and hold me when i cant sleep, a monster wouldn't write my mission reports for me because i was too tired to finish it, a monster wouldn't buy me flowers everytime they go out" she says, the urge to touch you was growing by every second but daisy tried to control herself.

you look up from your knees while shes saying this and wondering how you managed to get a date with daisy johnson.

"can we get in bed?" daisy asks and you nod, letting her help you off the cold floor.

once in bed, daisy asks if she could touch you, and when you say yes she grins, pulling your body into hers. she holds you tight, just how you like it. when you feel the small quakes coming from daisys arms you smile, remembering when you told her the quakes were comforting.

once daisy kissed the scar on your hair line, he got an idea. slowly, daisy started to kiss all your scars. she started with your arms, then going down to your stomach and took extra time with a bullet wound. then going down to your thighs.

when daisy finished, she moved back to her previous spot and kissed you.

"goodnight, y/n/n. i love you"

[vigxilance]

vigxilance’s masterlist

Marvel

Peter Parker headcanons

latenight facetime calls

pregnancy headcanon

living together

popular reader

- peter parker one shots

jealousy —

in which peter and MJ have the same darling, ends in death.

DETECTIVE COMICS/DC

Batfam headcanons

batboys! reader 

yandere! jason todd X hero reader

bruce wayne x ceo!reader (yandere)

yandere! jason todd x reader (general)

yandere! dick grayson x famous writer

batboys! x reader, scary movies

Barry Allen headcanons

teenage! barry allen X reader

yandere! barry allen, working together

Harley Quinn headcanons

yandere! harley quinn x reader

THE OUTSIDERS

Johnny Cade

Johnny Cade x reader

Dallas winston

Yandere! Dallas Winston x reader (general)

- writing

Johnny Cade, mini series

protection — in which Johnny Cade comes across a 10 year old reader and takes them under his wing

DREAM SMP

dream x reader

dream x fem! reader — concentration issues

dreamnotfound

dreamnotfound general headcanons (soft)

[rentenwins]

rentenwins moodboard mobile masterlist (nct and wayv)

link to multi-group masterlist

members are in age order! last updated aug ‘24

[group moodboards at the end of the list]

• please inform me if links are not working! •

Taeyong

(soft) / (ty x anime) / (peachy)

Johnny

jae-d and john-d (nct night night) / johndo (hokkaido)

Yuta

yuta and winwin (birthday n’63) / yuwin (couple) / (rainyday!au)

Doyoung

(ethereal / purple) / (soft) / (latenight!vibes) / (floofy)

Ten

(pastel purple) / (boyfriend!au) / (let me love you)

Jaehyun

(latenights!au) / (soft) / jae-d and john-d (nct night night)

Winwin

(irregular office) / (nct recording diary 7) / yuta and winwin (birthday n’63) / yuta and winwin [yuwin] (couple) / (neon blue)

Jungwoo

(prince!au)

Mark

(studydate!au) / markhyuck (sleepover!au / red ver.)

Hendery

(dark)

Renjun

(jeju holiday) / (nature) / (norenmin) / (dnyl)

Jeno

(aquamarine) / (norenmin)

Haechan

markhyuck (sleepover!au / red ver.) / (badboy!hyuck)

Jaemin

(softhours!nana) / (norenmin)

Chenle

(green) / (travelling!au)

Jisung 

(datenight!au) / (pink)

Group etc.

wayv: dream launch plan (retro)

[kjimagine]

KnJ Households Masterlist

Requests are always open!

Imagines

Kian:

Internet Bestfriends You meet you internet bestfriend Kian for the first time in person

VMAS Your boyfriend Kian comes to support you on the night of your VMA performance

Home Sick Your boyfriend Kian comforts you when you miss your family back home

They’re Gonna Cut my Gums Out You get your Wisdom teeth removed and your boyfriend Kian tags along

Protective Kian’s just trying to look out for you

Salty Tears and Toothpaste Kian gets jealous of Bobby

Skinny Love Title just about sums it up

Anger A fight leads to something else *SMUT*

Stillborn: part1 Part2 Something goes wrong with your pregnancy

Drunk You and Kian get drunk, the next morning your roommates embarrass you with some video from the previous night.

Amazed Kian picks you up from dance practice and is amazed by your moves

Breakup prank Kian gets revenge on you for pranking him with a snake

Volleyball Kian comes to support you at your volleyball tournament and as it turns out he likes your spandex

Secrets When someone from the past shows up uninvited to your new apartment, old memories are brought to the surface. Secrets are laid out on the table and feelings are hurt.

Well Rested You enjoy a nap, whilst your friends panic about your whereabouts

Jc:

Hickeys Jc leaves hickeys all over your neck and you get teased by the roommates

Wisdom teeth You get your wisdom teeth removed

I Like You Jc wants to be more than friends with benefits

Proud Cute AF proud Jc

Teasing Dom teases you about your crush on Jc, turns out he feels the same way

ZZZ Latenight cuddles with Jc

Kinda Cute…  Jc has a crush on Dom’s friend, Y/n

Bobby:

I Kinda, Maybe Like You You confide in Franny about your feeling towards Bobby and work up the courage to tell him

Surprises He thinks you're cheating on him with one of his bestfriends, but you were planning a surprise for his birthday

Re-connect You and Bobby were the best of friends but sadly drifted apart. The two of you re-connect, this time in a different way

You Taste like Ketchup Fluffy situation in which you get burgers 

happy birthday your first birthday with Bobby

wrong time break up with Bobby

Just Friends You thought there was chance you could be more, but after hearing a convo between him and Kian, maybe not

Corey:

Feelin’ Like an Outsider A reference to Corey’s tweets. You comfort him

Rough Day You have a rough day and Corey knows how to make you laugh

Dom:

I Miss Her You miss your family back home and Dom comforts you

Grandma You bring him home to meet your family, he gets introduced to your dead grandmother (IDEK)

Tickets Home Dom surprises you with tickets back home

Harrison:

The Boyfriend Tag You film the boyfriend tag with your bf Harrison

Household:

Kian Lawley x Franny Arrieta Headcanons for Kian and Franny’s relationship

Would Include:

Dating Kian would include

Dating Jc would Include

Dating Harrison would include

[lesbostomping]

Iwaoi fic rec masterlist

★ for smut

♥ for all time favorite

3.5 millimeters by peralta (they unfortunately deleted their account, so i can’t link them)

There are certain rules of relationships, Oikawa insists: you have to at least pretend to study before making out; the taller one is the big spoon; and a disastrous but adorable first date is a must.

But Iwaizumi maintains that all he can do is (a) pretend like his heart isn’t beating so hard it hurts, and (b) find as many opportune moments to kiss his boyfriend as possible.

There are, after all, no guides for how the hell you’re supposed to handle being in love with your best friend.

★ Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s Grand Adventures, a series by dgalerab 

aka ‘a tragic look at Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s weirdest kinks’ 

anesthetic truth by Aetherdrive

Iwaizumi wakes up after getting his appendix removed, and the anesthesia leads to an interesting conversation.

By the Time You’re Eighteen by ricekrispyjoints

‘“I’m sure I could find someone who’d be willing to kiss you if you’re just looking for the experience,” Oikawa mentions, and Iwaizumi’s not sure if he’s being serious, and he’s even less sure why he feels inclined to take Oikawa up on the offer. “Tell you what,” Oikawa continues. “If you still haven’t been kissed by the time you’re, say, eighteen, /I’ll/ kiss you.” “In your dreams, asshole,” Iwaizumi groans. But he really does want to know what it’s like. He needs to find someone to kiss before he’s eighteen.’

Or: Oikawa and Iwaizumi's adventures in dating, kissing, and birthday gifts.

★ Conquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe

‘Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"’

Dance with me by Frenchibi

"...you really liked her, huh?" Tooru bites his lip. "...I- I liked the idea of her," he says finally, and he can't meet Hajime's gaze anymore. "Didn't know her well enough to like her." Ah, but Hajime can tell his pride is hurt. Cheering him up when he’s like this requires- An idea crosses his mind, and before he can dismiss it or think better of it, he acts. "Wanna dance?"

★ Either Way by Ellessey

'After Oikawa had stopped choking on chocolate and cleaned his face, he apologized sincerely to Iwa-chan, who then apologized for hitting him (but not for the truffle, understandably), and once that was settled they both swore never to complicate their lives by accepting a girl’s confession. It was a promise that was never very difficult not to break.

So, immediately after their high school graduation ceremony is the second time, officially, that Iwa-chan is driven to make Oikawa shut his mouth.'

--

Five times Iwa-chan makes Oikawa shut up, and one time he asks him not to stop talking.

♥ He is Light by peppermint_wind

‘Three glasses of eggnog poured too strong, and Oikawa has wrapped himself in Christmas lights.’

I Choose You by TripsH

‘There's a tiny clock on his wrist, bright red numbers. It's supposed to tick, supposed to move, supposed to tell him when he'll meet his soulmate. The time will run to zero when they've met, moving numbers will become stationary—the ticking that signified uncertainty transforming to the silent stability of forever.

Iwaizumi Hajime's clock hasn't ticked for as long as he can remember.’

I Know The Sound (Of Your Heartbeat) by Frenchibi

‘Oikawa tenses a little beside him, and it's like everyone is holding their breaths in giddy excitement as she twists the bottle around and spins it - and when it stops, all eyes shift to where it's pointing.

Hajime blinks. "...are you fucking serious."’

drunk off his ass he forgets everything by coffeeless

‘Oikawa just stares, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. Tooru then bites his lips nervously, hiccuping, and asks,” Are you single?”

Iwaizumi laughs and leans closer to him. “No, I’m sorry. I’m dating a very drunk dork.” He says, and before that can register in Oikawa’s very drunk mind, Hanamaki pipes up.

“He’s actually dating you, Oikawa.” He says, and Tooru looks over at him slowly, frowning slightly.

"Wha?"’

or,

Makki and Mattsun get Oikawa so drunk that he doesn't recognize anyone, not even his own boyfriend. Iwaizumi decides to play along for the fun of it.

♥ 30-day HQ Writing Challenge: Iwaoi by emerald1963

i wanna ruin our friendship by roseknight

‘Oikawa can't pretend he doesn't know what he's feeling. He's far too accustomed to jealousy for that. But there's no reason to feel such intense jealousy towards two guys he doesn't even know, that he just happened to catch kissing.

No reason he can accept.’

In which a single confession letter unravels Oikawa's control over his life and forces him to realize he wants something besides friendship from Iwaizumi.

♥ If I Can’t Be Yours by emerald1963 and latenights

‘If Oikawa had to rate himself, he’d say he’s been doing incredibly well at this whole my-best-friend-I’m-in-love-with-is-leaving-me-for-a-girl-and-I’ll-never-be-happy-again thing.’

if I fell in love with you by iwaoidk

‘Oikawa nodded, eyes on the ceiling, lips loose in thought. "Mmm. Okay, Iwa-chan. I love you."

"I love you too," came the answer, smooth and easy like breathing.

And then they froze.’

♥ It’s Not Love, Probably by starlitcities

‘“No, I mean we really weren’t doing anything,” Oikawa whips around, “I haven’t even kissed her yet.”

Iwaizumi pushes the locker shut and looks down at his t-shirt, picking at a loose string dangling from the hem. If he tugs too hard, it’ll just ruin the stitching, so he decides to leave it alone. Right now he might rip the damn thing off.

“And I said it doesn’t matter. Why are you talkative all of the sudden?”

“Someone sounds annoyed,” Oikawa mumbles.

“No, I just…” Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. Why is he annoyed? That Oikawa is talking about his girlfriend? That he saw them under the stairwell looking both guilty and flustered? That he might not know everything about his childhood best friend?

He can’t say yes to any of those questions. He can’t quite say no, either.’

★ I’ve Been Missing You For A Long Time by CutesyMe 

‘“I bet you can’t go a week without touching Iwaizumi,“ Matsukawa challenges with a grin.

Iwaizumi sighs inwardly and is about to speak up when Oikawa suddenly says determined. “Of course I can.“

Iwaizumi stares at him dumbfounded, noticing the scrunch on Oikawa‘s nose and the slight pout of his lips. It’s too late now.’

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) by ricekrispyjoints

"I'm not healing like I should be."

In his second year of university, physical therapy just isn't cutting it. Oikawa's knee is getting worse, and he can't hide it anymore.

Or: the light angst, project-your-own-life-experiences-on-Oikawa knee surgery fic you didn't know you wanted.

♥ ★  Move Your Body by IncessantOblivion

In which Iwaizumi comes out and Oikawa has a great idea and subsequently questions his own sexuality with surprising results...

“Are we really doing this, Trashykawa?” “Why shouldn’t we, Iwa-chan?” “Maybe because it’s a terrible idea.” “That’s not what you said last night.” “I was drunk last night. You can’t hold me to that.” “So I should forget that you said you’re gay?” “No. Why do you think I got drunk in the first place?” “Then we’re really doing this, Iwa-chan.” “It’s great that you’re being so supportive and all, but this is just unnecessary.”

no room for pretend by orphan_account

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says again, quieter. When Iwaizumi turns his head back around, Oikawa isn’t even looking at him anymore, fixated on the frayed threads of their cushion. He looks up after a moment and smiles faintly. “Please be my fake boyfriend.”

 Only The Best (Most Hideous) Will Do by SuggestiveScribe

‘He found himself biting into his bottom lip and thinking, "But is this ugly enough?" ‘

Only the jellyfish know by peralta

Their third and final year at Aoba Jousai has come to an end, and the guys decide to go the beach on the first day of summer break.

That day, the ocean water is salty, the watermelon is sweet, and the people are sweeter.

♥ Stay With Me by peppermint_wind

Since they were kids, Oikawa has always needed reassurance that Hajime would stay. It's not until they're older that Hajime realizes he never wants to leave.

--

Alternately titled: Three Times Oikawa Asks Hajime to Stay, and One Time He Doesn't Have To

♥ take shelter by gabstar

Hajime's always loved Tooru. He's just always been prepared to let him go.

((Three times Hajime thinks he'll be left behind, and once where he finally catches up))

♥ Thinking by snoqualmie

‘The furoshiki that Oikawa wraps his bento with is the same baby pink as his PSP and covered in little white flowers. Oikawa always eats rice with his fingers. Iwaizumi’s never had a blowjob.’

to be first, to be best by kittebasu (chanyeol)

‘Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?” ‘

we shine like diamonds by whitemiists

‘Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."’

we’re still the same by PotatoButt

‘It was a realization that could be compared to clouds clearing after a storm, revealing the sun.

Hajime was in love with the prince.’

What would you do (if I told you that I la, la, la, loved you?) by Frenchibi

5 IwaOi moments as seen by Hanamaki and Matsukawa ... +1 moment of revenge :'D

When You Wish Upon a Star by emerald1963

Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault.

Oikawa blames the aliens.

The Iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves.

We’ll thake the best parts of ourselves and make them gold by Frenchibi and thunderingskies

‘He remembers running through fields of gold, remembers laughter and stories, shared and discarded in equal parts in days that seemed endless, in limitless hope and wide-eyed wonder, in excitement and opportunities. He remembers wooden swords and shields, carved carefully by a man he loved like his own father - gifts that fueled dreams. But most of all, he remembers warmth - and a face, clear as day, to go with the feeling of a hand holding his. A face, a grin, toothy and wide, freckles like stars. “When I grow up, I’m going to be a knight!” ‘

♥ ★ Hold You Down by IncessantOblivion

In which Oikawa Tooru is a prince and Iwaizumi Hajime is his knight...

‘ "I want…I want…” Oikawa opened his eyes and for once Iwaizumi wished he couldn’t read them so well. 'You. I want you,' they said.

Iwaizumi couldn’t let Oikawa say it for real, he couldn’t. It would destroy him. So he crashed his lips against Oikawa’s, silencing him, consoling him. “I know,” he whispered once they finally parted.

He didn’t need to say that it didn’t matter what Oikawa wanted – what either of them wanted. They both knew already.’

Look to the sky by Frenchibi

‘There’s the soft rustling sound of Tooru pocketing his wallet - Hajime knows, because he’s got this ridiculous keychain on the zipper and it rattles, Hajime knows because he’s the one who got him that keychain - and then the door opens. And shuts. And he’s gone.’