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Absolutely devastated over the fact that my entire life would have been different if I watched my digital escape instead of Dan and Phil
#tunas tales#I would have been a cool emo#me and my bf grew up watching very different shit#he grew up cool and I grew up cringy#cringe culture is dead btw#but I’m very sad#and now I miss my long hair#Frank iero I love you but now I have to spend $150 on a wig#I’m sick so I’m very emotional okay#I’m literally 0.2 seconds away from crying over this
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I mean we are on the same book but different page, i love bear type strong bloody men too but- on their knees, begging and whining lol I like strong and cunning men and i like to break them and dominate them, that is why i like ramsay, he has potential for both! Haha
And myranda thing is what i exactly wanna do while i was watching the show, and i am also reading the books now too! That is why i like the idea he being with someone a personality like roose but actually kinda affectionate with him, kinda like how roose grew fond of fat walda but a liiitle bit more loving, and i like to think that ramsay would be like a yandere workshipper with this type of person like "do whatever you want with me as long as you say you love me" type of way
Oh yeah, i was recently doing "let me assign you an affection language" uquiz and my bf got this result:
And i was like wow, that's ramsay. Especially "and what if they choose to walk away? Didn't i say that it was violent devotion?" part.
Yeah, I like seeing him as obsessive yandere. He may not be very affectionate but when he enjoys someone he goes from 0 to 100 very quickly, no middle ground. It kinda reminds me when I read somewhere that making Theon into Reek wasn't just a matter of sadism. OG Reek was Ramsay's main companion during growing up and probably the closest thing that Ramsay had to a friend. And in theory, after he sent OG Reek to die for him, Ramsay was "lol, i don't give a shit" but actually he missed having someone to accompany him and make him less alone, and that's why he gave Theon the name of his old servant, he of course wanted to broke and torment him, but he also wanted to remade him into a companion, only for Ramsay. (In theory he also had Bastard's Boys but maybe they weren't so close to him, especially that they after all spied for Roose. Meanwhile Ramsay wanted someone close, someone who would belong only to him, his twisted definition of a friend).
Btw, I don't know if somebody else wrote about it, but i mainly remember this headcanon from @a-libra-writes post, that when Ramsay was little, he was desperate for his mother's attention, any kind, so sometimes he used to get in trouble just to get punished by her. But he didn't mind, he mainly yearned for attention and being noticed and it wasn't important whether that attention is positive or negative. And that when he grows up, he is the same in relationship, clingy and needy for attention. He sometimes specially annoys his partner, to have they yell at him. And he's satisfied as long as they notice him. Anyway, i fully believe in that headcanon.
Sorry if you have enough of my spam lol if you want, just tell me to write less and calm down.
Also i love how i am more engaged in it than in works for university, I almost feel like citing scholars on controversial scientific debate "Ramsay Bolton as sadistic yandere and touch starved switch"
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I love my brother but his girlfriend is not it.. like shes kind of a weirdo and keeps touching my hair and treating me like a kid but Idk if I'm just delusional or she's actually a creep. Like shes idk 18-19 and she's making weird jokes about me liand calling me cute and shit like I grew up so well I'll turn even more handsome in a few years and it's honestly so uncomfortable she's pretty I get it but she'll keep asking me if she looks good or shit LIKE MISS MAAM IM YOUR BFS YOUNGER BROTHER imagine nearing 60 and hitting on a child.. i might just be delusional because I watched too many cases like this but fr I genuinely don't feel safe around her anymore.
If she was a boy and I was a girl it would be very different and her ass would already be kicked but apparently it's not a problem because I'm a boy
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Like I said before, if ever needed PLEASE feel comfortable with ignoring or postponing my asks!
So, y'know the scene where Brahms kills Greta's ex-BF after he breaks the doll? And she freaks out and runs off?
Well, can you do an imagine or drabble where reader is there instead of her? Like, where Greta doesn't exist, And she has a strictly- acquaintance relationship with Malcom?
Reader has suspected Brahms was alive, so she is shocked but not too much.
Anyways, reader screams and is in tears after the ex breaks the doll. And after Brahms comes out she doesn't run away, but runs towards Brahms, hugging him for protection. Thankful for saving her from the Ex-bf?
She stays with him, and all is happily ever after! 😉😘
I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE 'PROTECTIVE' TROUPE!
Oh this is a very good request!!! Sorry it took so long! I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you!!! <3
I’ll Protect You.
Brahms Heelshire x Fem!AFAB! Reader
Warnings: gore, canon typical violence, abuse and mentions of past abuse, toxic relationship, name calling, cursing
You knew it was a bad idea to let him in, but you couldn’t say no.
He traveled so far to apologize and see you, and you felt so bad. How could you push him away again. Yup completely forgot that this wasn’t your house, and why you ran away from him in the first place.
Brahms, the little doll you were taking care of, was definitely mad at you. You suspected he was haunted. The house would creak and shift, your things would go missing, and creepily of all, he spoke to you. The doll spoke to you. He used to warn you of the rules, back when you were skeptical of the doll. Now the he was uncharacteristically silent, and you could practically feel the anger radiating from him.
You knew why, you broke a rule. No strangers in the house. Your crazy ex is definitely a stranger to Brahms. Your ex pointed him out, and asked why your were clinging onto that creepy thing when he first arrived. You didn’t respond then, and you weren’t responding now, as he stands chest to chest with you. He’s holding onto your chin, making you stare into his eyes. Brahms is sitting on the counter behind him, and you swear he huffs in anger.
“Baby, I promise things will be different now. I didn’t mean anything back then. Please come home with me,” your ex begged. You couldn’t. Not after what he did. The scars he caused are still healing, the mental and physical ones.
“I can’t. I promised Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire I would stay until the end of summer until they got back,” you say. You weren’t staring at him anymore, instead focusing on the wall behind him.
“To watch the doll? It’s a fucking doll! It’ll be fine, just come with me.” You take particular offense to your ex belittling the doll. That poor boy haunting it probably needs you.
“You should go home…” you murmur, walking away. You pick Brahms up gently and head to the library. You hear your ex stomping after you.
“Brahms, I need your help,” you whisper softly to the doll. Whatever spirit is in that thing needs to help you get rid of your ex. He might start to get violent again…
“The fuck?! Are you talking to that thing?! Give that shit here…” Your ex grabs Brahms from you and holds him over your head. You yell and reach for him. “You’re such a freak! You want your dolly back so bad? Come get him you little bitch!” And with that, your ex slams the little porcelain doll onto the ground.
“Brahms!” You over him in an instant. But you’re too late. Brahms head hits the floor and shatters. Dropping to the floor, you try to pick up the pieces. You can’t help the tears that spill over, and you let a broken sob out. It may be odd, but you grew fond of Brahms, and you feel as though let Mr and Mrs. Heelshire down. They loved him, and now he’s in pieces on the hardwood floor.
Your ex is snickering in the background, watching you mourn the doll, but stops quick when the house starts shaking. “The hell is that?” he says. Paintings knock to the ground, books fall over, and the house groans in pain.
“Pretty Y/N?” You recognize that voice. It’s Brahms’ voice. The one that reminded you it was time for music or lunch. The sweet little boy you’ve come to know.
“Brahms?” you call out. Did the spirit leave the doll, you think. Is he going to hurt me? No, he wouldn’t.
“Pretty Y/N…” One of the paintings that fell off the wall left a hole. A hole that now has a large hand coming out of it.
“What the fucking hell?!” your ex screams. Then another hand reaches out. And a torso follows. It’s a man. A man with curly hair, a green cardigan, and Brahms’ porcelain face. The same one that you’re cradling.
The doll wasn’t Brahms, you think. That’s Brahms. Your sweet Brahms. He’s real and he’s alive, and all grown up. The burns licking his skin up and down his neck and exposed shoulder tell you that he must’ve survived the fire. He must’ve been living in the walls. He took your things, he messed with you, did he watch you too?
You’re pulled out of your head by your ex’s panicked screaming. “Who the fuck are you?! Y/N get behind me.”
“Brahms,” you whisper incredulously. “Brahms!” You bounce up and run to him. He’s holding an arm out for you. You take and scurry behind him, hiding from your abuser.
“Y/N what the hell are you doing! Get away!” He’s shouting, holding both hands out for you. “She’s mine, you freak!” he screams. As if you were property. It makes you shudder, and it clearly angers Brahms. His shoulders hunch and his breathing comes out in short pants.
“Pretty Y/N does not belong to you,” is all he says. There’s a pause of silence before your hands are ripped away from Brahms’ cardigan. He’s booking it towards your ex, who doesn’t even have time to shout before Brahms is on him. He throws him to the ground and lands a punch straight into his jaw. A sickening crack fills the air, and your ex screams in pain.
You watch in fascinated horror as Brahms pummels the man that caused you so much pain. You can’t bring yourself to stop him when his hands find purchase around your ex’s throat. You stare in silence as his body goes limp against Brahms’ violent onslaught.
Brahms sniffs and gets up, wiping at where your ex’s nails clawed at his neck, leaving red welts. He turns back to you, but for some reason, you’re not afraid.
“Brahms…” He moves to you, tilting his head. He’s chest to chest with you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around him and squeeze. “Thank you…”
Brahms holds a hand to cradle your head against him, and his other arm snakes around your waist and squeezes. His voice drops a few octaves. His childish nature is gone.
“I will protect you, Y/N. Always.”
#brahms heelshire#brahms the boy#brahms heelsire x reader#brahms x you#brahms x reader#the boy 2016#slashers#slashers x reader#long post#ask#lost in fiction like ur mom#my writing
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senior high school bf!dream headcanons
⤷ note: literally woke up this morning and couldn’t get it out of my head so i wrote this whole thing at like 8 am while having coffee instead of writing my actual requests. hope you enjoy!
mister “quarterback on the school’s football team-wide shoulders-super tall-pretty smile-letterman jacket” dream
your high school jock bf dream (no pun intended)
your high school was never that cliquey in the first place, but clay was definitely popular and well known by the whole school
he mostly hung out with nick (who everybody grew to call sapnap) and george who were, as opposed to him, kind of shit at sports, but geniuses in literally everything else
he never dated one of the cheerleaders despite them obviously hitting on him (who could blame them?) - he simply wasn’t interested. ppl couldn’t believe it, especially him being a senior and never having dated anyone from the school
the person he DID, however, end up dating, was you - a girl he had to tutor in english ‘cause you were so bad at it that you were absolutely going to fail
he wasn’t all that excited about it, assuming you wouldn’t want to cooperate, until he saw how pretty you were when you approached him to figure out when you guys were gonna meet up
and once he figured out you were actually quite good at english, just didn’t have the attention span for writing long essays, he liked you even more
during your shared chemistry class, for a moment he turned around to look at you, and you smiled at him from your place at the other end of the classroom
sapnap and george caught that. they did not let it go for approximately the rest of eternity
they actually let it go after a few weeks when they saw the two of you leaving the school together, hands interlocked
my GOD he would be a sucker for you wearing his clothes - ESPECIALLY HIS LETTERMAN
he’d take it off in school just to give it to you so you can walk around in his jacket and show off that you’re his
lots of stares since, like, that’s CLAY’s jacket!!!
he also gets jealous/protective so easily
one of the dudes in your class tells you you’re pretty? arm around your waist immediately
someone who’s into clay DARES to make fun of you? he’ll embarrass them in front of the whole class. no mercy!
he thinks you’re like the coolest person alive. he’ll just sit and listen to you ramble about things you love forever
you’d come to football practice with him when you had time (and even when you didn’t, because he’d beg you to come watch him) and cheered him on every time he seemed vaguely happy with his results since you had 0 knowledge of the game
be prepared for a lot of smelly and sweaty hugs
nothing he loves more than picking you up and spinning you around after they win a game
and hugging you very very very very very tight
“baby, let me go, you smell!” “what? i can’t hear you.” “i said you smell! let me go!” “wait, i need to bring you closer, i can’t hear what you’re saying.” “NO!!!!!”
also late night talks about your future and what he wants to do when he’s finally out
not sure if he wants to use his intellectual skills and learn coding or put his love for writing to use or keep doing football
you teasing him saying he’s like troy from high school musical
him wheezing loudly and claiming you’re gabriella
cue half an hour of discussing high school musical
going back to that “clay after they win a game” point,,,,,
nsfw under the cut! if you are a minor or uncomfortable with such topics, please stop reading here!
⤷ note: the characters in this story are high school seniors, which means they are 18-19 years old!
he’d have SO much adrenaline and energy that just needs to go somewhere
istg the stamina that man has is crazy
if the guys stick around in the locker room he’ll just usher you to one of the bathrooms and fuck you there
he does not give a single fuck if a teacher walks in; it’s their damn problem!
and if everyone gets changed quickly and leaves for an afterparty you bet you’re getting railed on one of those benches
“come on, baby, get on your hands and knees for me.”
he’s definitely one for overstimulating so he’ll just fuck you through your orgasm, fingers still on your clit and everything to the point you have to push them away
feel like he would be really good at aftercare so after he fills you up he’ll pick you up and sit you down on the bench, get some tissues and whatnot
“you okay?” “does it hurt?” “d’you want me to carry you?” “i didn’t hurt you too much, did i?”
and when they lose the game
whoooOooooo boy
you’re getting railed into next fucking week with all the force he has in his body
he’s going full degradation mode + spanking bc fucking you is just not getting that energy out by itself
“look at how you clench around me, whore. my little whore, aren’t you?
“i told you not to hold back. keep doing that and i’ll fuck you in the damn cafeteria so you’ll be sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
his ego is just wayyyyy too big to not have you screaming every time
tease him and he will have you spread out, begging and pleading. literally no question about it
“aw, you thought that was funny, didn’t you? not so funny now, is it, princess?”
he’ll edge you for literal hours until you apologise. don’t underestimate him! he has his goals set and will do whatever it takes to get to them
that’s what makes him so successful, i suppose
i just feel like he would be a vvv sweet boyfriend 🥺
(would defo convince you to go to a college that’s close to his but that’s a story for a different time)
football player dream supremacy, me thinks!
#dream x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#dream imagines#dreamwastaken imagine#dream fluff#dream angst#dream smut#dream fanfic#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagine#mcyt fanfic#dreamwastaken smut
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Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS
Gender of the Reader: male
Word Count: 2.3k
Rating: 18+
Genre: Smut/PwP
Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death
A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!
Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study.
Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))
Requested by: anonymous
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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship.
Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day.
Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions.
Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys.
Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are.
“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs.
After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb.
The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight.
Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.
Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too!
Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...
“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend.
Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything,
it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on.
The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks.
“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone.
Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too.
“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise.
An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’.
The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss.
“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.
“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm.
“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple.
“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it. “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper.
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pleeeease write a blurb where the girl's a member of little mix and they do an award show performance, so tom keeps hyping his girl up and recording stories, just being a supportive bf 🥺
Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m so sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it💞 I know you said you wanted a blurb, but I could never write short things, I’m always too damned detailed and shit, I’m sorry😭 Happy reading🥰
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Based on Little Mix’s 2019 BRITs performance of Woman Like Me, I suggest watching it to understand Tom’s insta story💞
“You’re going to absolutely smash it. All of you are.” Tom encouraged you. His large hands grasp onto yours comfortingly. The two of you were currently backstage at the BRITs in your and the girls’ shared dressing room. Tonight was a big night for you all, as you and the girls were nominated for two awards: British Artist Video of the Year and British Group of the Year. Additionally, the five of you were going to be performing your latest single, “Woman Like Me”.
To say that you were jittery was an understatement. You were terrifyingly nervous, it made you feel nauseous. Your stomach was a jungle of butterflies, fluttering nonstop as the time to perform grew closer and closer. You glanced at the clock and took a deep breath. The pink latex bra you had on felt as if it were getting tighter and tighter around your chest. Tom notices your slight discomfort and glances at the time, “How about we sit? You’ve got plenty of time to relax before you all go on stage.”
Tom wraps his arm around your waist and leads you to the couch in the dressing room. He settles beside you and moves his arm to rest across your lap, his hand interlocking with yours. You leaned back into the seat and watched the girls make last minute touches to their hair, face, and costumes. Tom squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. Your eyes shift to meet his warm chocolate brown ones. A soft smile grows on his lips, “Hey.”
You reciprocate his smile with a smaller one, “Hi.”
“What’s wrong? You rarely get jitters before going out on stage.” He asks you quietly so only you could hear. You stare down at your lap and fiddle with his fingers.
“I-it’s just different from what we’ve been doing lately.” You start, glancing at Tom. He nods for you to continue, “We just haven’t been doing live performances for such a long time. Like on tour, we’re usually performing in front of our fans. Not the entire British music industry or live television.”
Tom brings your hand up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on it. “There’s nothing to worry about, darling. You—and the girls, are going to do amazing as always. You guys are the best at live performances. The amount of work and dedication you girls put into this is going to pay off, I swear, it’ll be a standing ovation. Everyone’s going to love it.”
You smile at your boyfriend’s support for you and the girls. You couldn’t help but peck his lips, to which he replied with a lovestruck grin.
“I’m just nervous that I’ll mess up. Like what if I miss a step of the choreography—or stumble on my words while I’m singing? Oh god, what if I forget the lyrics—“ Your eyes widen in horror as your head generated all the worst case scenarios that could happen on stage. Tom shushes you and gingerly cradles your jaw, being careful of the makeup on your face.
“Listen to me.” He levels his eyes with yours to make sure your attention is on him. “You’re not going to mess up or forget a line—none of that nonsense is going to happen. It’s a load of bullshit. You wanna know why? Because you’re (y/n) (l/n), a member of one of the biggest girl bands of the world, you’re my girlfriend, and you’re the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever met. You’re just overthinking. I know you, (y/n). Once the music starts on stage you get lost and start singing your heart out, the crowd just disappears from existence. It’s only you and the girls up on that stage and you’re going to make one hell of a performance. I just know it and so do the other people waiting in that audience.”
You stare at him, stunned by his sudden motivational speech. “Since when did you get good at pep talks?”
His mouth gapes at you, “Uh—stan Twitter? The fans? Is that seriously what you got from all of that?” You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his wrist. “No, I heard every single word. I guess I’m feeling a bit more better now, so thank you, Tommy.” You peck his lips again, despite the fact that your lip gloss was getting on his lips. Though he didn’t care, as long as he was kissing you.
“Still got some nerves?”
“Just a little bit. But I’ll be fine, especially with you in the crowd.” You interlock your fingers with his and glance at the clock. Only 10 more minutes till you were all going to perform.
Tom’s face lights up, “Front seat babe, I got the best seat in the house. I swear, I’m recording the whole performance on my phone. I already got Harrison to help me take Instagram stories for me at the same time. I need every angle.”
Jesy takes that as her cue to join the conversation, “My goodness, you’re such a dork.” She reaches her hand out for you to help you get off the couch.
Tom fakes a dramatic gasp, knowing Jesy didn’t really mean her jab at him. “I don’t know what you’re taking about, I’m just being a very supportive boyfriend. AND Little Mix’s number one fan.”
You dust your pink pants off and take a look at yourself in the full body mirror. You did a little shake too loosen your limbs out and did some breathing exercises. Tom lets you do your pre-performance ritual while he talks with the girls.
Perrie crosses her arms, amused at the younger Brit, “Are you seriously competing against a bunch of teenage girls to deem yourself as our number one fan?”
“Well are they dating one of the members of Little Mix? I don’t think so. You know who is? Me.” Tom gestures to himself sassily. “I even get to hear all the new music earlier than everybody else and get good seats at concerts.” He bragged while one of the members on your team helped you place your in-ears.
Jesy rolls her eyes before gesturing to the door, “Right, I’m calling security. Apparently we’ve got a crazed fan in our dressing room.” Jade and Leigh-Anne stifle a laugh at the bickering.
“You can’t kick me out, I have backstage access.” Tom defended himself with crossed arms.
“No seriously, babe. We’re about to perform in five.” You join the conversation, finally feeling your anxiousness start to fade away. Tom blinks at you, “I’m being kicked out by my own girlfriend?”
Jesy laughs at Tom, taking the piss out of his offended expression. A sly smirk grows on your face. You hold your hands out for him to help him off the couch, “If you want to record every second and angle of our performance, I suggest leaving now.”
Tom straightens out his suit before interlocking your fingers with his. He leans forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re gonna be great. I love you.”
You giggle, eyes beaming up at his warm brown ones, “I love you too. Now get back to Harrison, you’ve left him alone for too long.” Prior to leaving, he stops in his tracks and manages to gather you and the girls into a group selfie. He wishes you all good luck and leaves, making his way back to his seat in the audience.
While he walks back, he posts the selfie you all took onto his Instagram story with the caption, “Good luck to these beautiful ladies! Tune into the BRITs to see their performance, you don’t wanna miss it!”
He gets back to the table designated for you and the girls to see Harrison with an unamused face.
“What?” Tom asks him, confused at his friend.
“You left me here by myself, you div.” Harrison quips. Tom cringes and apologizes to his friend.
“You’re still gonna help me record the performance, right?” Tom sheepishly asked gesturing to Harrison’s phone.
“Yes, Tom, I’ve told you multiple times that I’ll record it.” Harrison held his phone up getting his camera ready. Harrison was about the rant about Tom and how whipped the boy was for you, but was sushed by his best friend.
“SHUT UP IT’S STARTING. HARRISON START RECORDING!” The lights dimmed while someone announced you and the girls. Harrison had his phone already filming while Tom held his phone up, ready to start recording things for his Instagram story.
Tom’s Instagram Story:
“HOLY SHIT!” Tom screamed behind the camera as he recorded the opening of the performance.
You and the girls were stood up while the dancers were on the floor thrusting up at you all. The camera flips to Tom, who’s mouth was agape, “THAT SHOULD BE ME.”
The camera is back to the stage, where you and the girls are doing the choreography with the chairs. Tom whoops loudly in the background and yells, “THAT’S FUCKING SICK—HARRISON LOOK AT THEM.”
“YESS! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” Tom screamed, thrusting his finger in your direction when your part of the song came on.
Tom zooms in on you as you strutted alongside the girls on the stage, he flips the camera back to him and a smirk is on his lips. He nodded before telling the camera, “That’s my girl.”
Tom forgot to turn his camera around and ended up recorded himself reacting to the performance. A proud smile is on his features while his eyes lit up as they followed you on stage. He leaned closer to Harrison and says, “She looks stunning, mate, my god.”
The stories cut to him and Harrison dancing and singing along to Woman Like Me.
The camera cuts back to you. You’re singing your part in the chorus and you hit a certain note that stuns Tom. He flips the camera to himself, a shocked expression on his face while he hyped you up.
The colored lights reflect onto Tom’s face, his mouth widens when he realizes you and the girls included a dance break in the performance. He flips the camera back, making sure all five of you were in frame.
Tom cheers in the background along with the audience when you and the girls finish your performance.
An unbreakable smile is on Tom’s lips, “There you all have it, I tried to record some parts just in case you all missed it—But that was probably one of the greatest performances they have ever done. I feel so honored to be here.”
Tom leans over so him and Harrison are in frame, “What did you think of the performance, Harrison?” Harrison grins, “I thought it was out of this world, I wasn’t expecting that.”
Tom’s face is hovered above the camera, “I just wanted to let you all know, that after tonight, I am officially becoming a Little Mix fan account. Follow me for more insider updates on Little Mix.”
You come back to the table to see Tom, Harrison, and the girl’s dates beaming at the five of you. You’re all greeted with congratulations and hugs. When you finally reach Tom, he crashes his lips onto yours and lifts you up.
You giggle against his lips, “Hello to you too.”
He pecks your lips twice more before placing you back down, “You were—I don’t even know how to describe it. You were fucking amazing up there.”
You whine, the blush growing on your cheeks while you hid your face in his neck, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your little pep talk. So thank you, lovey.” 
Tom waves you off while helping you into the seat beside him, “That was all you, darling.”
You and the girls settled down as the awards show continued on. You were drinking a glass of water and reached out to check your phone. Tom stops you, grabbing your wrist. You shoot him a look.
“No—just, don’t watch my Instagram story. Please.” He asks you with a sheepish smile. A loud roar of laughter is heard from across the table, making you all look at Jesy. She simply holds her phone up, screen facing you all, with Tom’s story playing on it.
#marvel#mcu#avengers#Tom Holland x reader#Tom Holland imagine#Tom Holland fluff#tom holland blurb#tom holland drabble#tom holland headcanon#little mix#jade thirlwall#perrie edwards#leigh anne pinnock#jesy nelson#ally’s request#Tom Holland
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YAS I'm so happy you write for Mahito!!! Okay so could you please do relationship hc about him with a fem s/o that is a civilian but for some odd reason she can see curses and she isn't afraid of them in the slightest? I wish you an awesome day/night!!❤
ahhh i really hope you like this, mwah <3
ok ok ok im excited for this
as a young girl you could always see these weird creatures hanging around and tbh sometimes you’d just talk to them
your parents had chalked it up as imaginary friends
when u grew older, u realized that people might genuinely think ur crazy if you just casually converse with these creatures that somehow only you can see???
if they didn’t convince you you were crazy, then you would
for a while you really did think something was wrong w u but you just learned to live with it
like the creatures were vibing and so were u so <3
anyways
you meet mahito in september
v important detail bc
the very first thing you said to him was “bit early for halloween, isn’t it?”
he really would’ve laughed if he wasn’t fucking mind blown at the fact that you could see him
you seemed ??? normal???
there was no cursed energy about you, you looked human, spoke normal
but ??? what the fuck???
when u saw his expression you kinda got worried you’d offended him so you started apologizing
i can’t find anything specific about his height but he looks massive so yeah ! you were kinda terrified !
but then once the initial shock wears off, he starts laughing, and just sighs teasingly “humans and their traditions”
at first u just 😃✋🏼 pause
but then it kinda clicks in ur head like ah he’s one of those mf’s you keep seeing
after that you keep bumping into him consistently
he’s never gonna tell you this but it was on purpose
at some point you found him in your apartment ?? he was just there ??
i mean if he’d asked u would’ve let him in but anyways
he couldnt explain why u just straight up fascinated him
i mean u weren’t a sorcerer, and you had literally zero cursed energy, but here you were, with a literal cursed spirit in your apartment and you weren’t even fazed??
after that you just come home to find him lounging around
ur like bruh 🧍🏻♀️ do u pay rent? 🙄✋🏼didn’t think so get ur feet off my table
he will not ! confess ! sorry <3
he just can’t admit he has feelings for a human tbh
when you confess he will tease, but he will also not hesitate to make out w u as ur first kiss hehe
judging from his personality (from what i’ve seen in the anime, and from what i read about him) he seems like really immature as a front
but i don’t doubt if he wants to be serious he can easily, scarily be
kinda like gojō
so he really doesn’t mess around when he’s protective of you
if any of the curses he knows/works for or with him try to mess w you even a little, it’s the end of the world
he really does hate it like don’t fucking do that leave her alone 😾
and if it’s an actual threat, he will lose his shit if something happens to you
seriously he’ll go crazy
like ok i knew u were in love w me u didn’t have to rip his head off 😏
hebsjkdd im sorry
loves to call you different pet names
especially darling, sweetheart, and lovely
like i said @ the confession thing he loves to tease
always
his words will always have that teasing/playful edge to them
bc other humans can’t see him, he gets so 😠 when he sees humans flirt with you
you always say “i have a bf”
but sometimes
when you know he’s watching
just to piss him <3
u flirt back. just a teeny tiny bit lol
he won’t show u he’s jealous but it’s so obvious jbwjsjs
loves to kiss you
so much. too much
like seriously he wants to bruise your lips
his kisses are always hurried and kinda harsh, but the love behind them is so evident and obvious you kinda just
melt
oh also remember when i said he’s massive
imagine his hugs 😃
he honestly isn’t like
too into them
he likes to cuddle sure
he just thinks hugs are like. clickbait. yk?
but really. oh my god. his figure swallows you and his skin is always kinda chilly and cold but he just feels so good in your embrace
and he’s ngl and say he doesn’t like how you feel tucked into him like this
no he will lie but that’s not the point
anyways we out here simping for cursed spirits yeah we are 💖
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanon#mahito#mahito x reader#mahito headcanons
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Let’s Make a Song
Pairing: rnbsinger!atsumu x rnbsinger!reader
Summary/warnings: ur long term on again off again bf Atsumu wants to do your first song together. Thing is you’re currently off/honestly just cursing. 1 tiny implied nsfw sentence. Literally 1
the 2nd piece in rnb!haikyuu bc why tf not. Other
a/n: The song that’s written is change by Arin Ray & Kehlani (that’s also the cover art mentioned later)
Wc: 2.8K
When your manager relayed the invitation to collaborate with Atsumu you were rather surprised. He didn’t do many new collaborations, reserving those for people he’d worked with in the past. Then there was the fact that he hadn’t asked you personally. The two of you were more than acquainted and he definitely had your phone number. But then again it’d been months since you’d last had any contact.
The two of you had been on and off again for the larger part of your careers, meeting in high school and building a friendship for years. A year after graduation you’d decided to make the switch from friendship to relationship. And it worked. The two of you both wanted to pursue music and understood one another. You were one another’s number one fan, muse, and confidant as you grew in popularity.
He’d gotten signed before you but neither of you thought it would change things. Then he started being around less and less getting busy recording his first studio album while you continued to work independently. He’d still come back to you at the end of the night. However that was short lived thus bringing about the first of many splits over the years. It was mutual—things were too busy to give the love someone deserved.
During that first split you’d ended up getting signed yourself. In only a few months you were immediately thrusted into the same professional world as Atsumu and that brought the two of you back together. He’d seen the announcement post on social media and paraded over to yours that night rambling about the betrayal of you not telling him you were in talks with a label. He’d bought over dinner and the two of you got back to talking consistently and rekindled in mere weeks.
That had been at 19. Now at 23 the two of you were still a roller coaster. You’d broken up for a number of reasons over the years. Busy schedules, his ego, your attitude, internet rumors mixed with poor communication, poor timing, you name it. Yet the two of you always found your way back like magnets.
You weren’t quite sure what you expected when you agreed to doing a song with Atsumu, who you were currently off with. In all your years, the two of you had never done a song together. Sure you’d fucked around with writing a few times but neither of you ever used any of those songs. You two had different styles, him focusing more on heavy bass, and reminiscent on the SoundCloud style. Meanwhile you were more soulful and melodic.
You hadn’t even so much as texted atsumu in like three months So of course it was a surprise when you made your way to his for a writing session to see the lyrics he’d already come up with. Lyrics that just by the way he read them to you, were clearly about you.
you’ve got me all in my feelings And I know you get tired of running You stole my heart and I mean it When we break up, can’t wait to make up
“That’s all I got so far,” he sighed leaning back on the couch next to you. “What do ya think”
“It’s different from your usual shit. It’s softer.” You ignore the scoff he sends you and sit back on the couch before he starts complaining. “But I like it. What was the inspiration.” You’re not even sure why you asked. Maybe it was the desire to have confirmation that you really have been the one all these years. There was still a chance it could’ve been someone else
“And you say yer the smart one between us,” is all he says before grabbing his laptop off the coffee table. “I got this beat too. Suna sent it over this morning and I think I wanna use it.” You choose to ignore his confirmation as you begin to get comfortable against the couch. He plays the instrumental and it only further surprises you from just how different it was from his usual. It was undoubtedly more your style and you're almost offended that your friend hadn’t sent you the beat instead. “Ya like it?”
“Could you play it back.” You begin to hum along a few nonsensical words to yourself and you’re aware of Atsumu’s eyes on you. He watches as you hit the voice record on your phone, already aware that you do that in case you say something that you like. You try to think back to what he started with and He moves his notebook closer to you so you can get a better view of the words messily scribbled.
You can’t keep coming and going In and out of my life please make up your fucking mind I give you time and you kill it
Immediately after that he pauses much to your annoyance and ignores your complaint. “I like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Sounds like yer replying back. Like a conversation,” he nods. “Is that really how ya feel about me?” You don’t miss the way he tries to subtly put his arm around the back of the couch and subsequently you. And your laugh.
“God you’re annoying Atsumu.” You end up caving, moving the laptop back to the table in front of you and moving under his waiting arm. You can’t even deny the way you like it either, comforted by the way his hand rubs up and down your arm. “Is that how you feel about us,” you challenge referring to the lyrics he’d come up with
“Course. I look forward to making up ya know.” He chuckles and the look of faux disgust you send him before continuing. “But I mean it. Ya got my heart and have for years.” The words are paired with a kiss to your temple.
You two sit in silence for a few moments before you break it with a sigh. “I’m tired of this shit Tsumu. It’s been years of us and this and the older I get, the more draining it is. I wonder all the time if I should stay or just leave for good.” It’s the first time you’ve ever admitted it to anyone other than yourself, and it’s to the person that has the power to break your heart at any given moment. The only small comfort is that you know it’s mutual and that you hold his as well.
“If you’re tired then write it out (Y/N). It’s part of the reason I asked ya to do a song.” He nudges you to sit up and catches your eye. “I think about ya way too fucking much and I’ve thought about if shit between us was worth it too.” He looks like he’s in through for a moment before quickly grabbing his notebook scribbling for a minute before showing you.
thinking of you is all I do honestly I might go insane cause when we break up can’t wait to make up Some things will never change
He’s playing the instrumental before you can say anything waiting until a certain part and signaling for you to just wait. Then his voice softly fills your ears as he goes into the words and points at you to follow up with what you’d sung before. As you near the end you gesture for him not to stop it yet
It’s very personal to me That you give it everything Should I stay? Should I go? Should I leave? I don't know.
After that your mind blanks and you reach over to pause the track. It felt good. Really good. “I think I have my verse,” you exclaim. “And what if we repeat your part. Maybe starting from thinking of you” you half mumble the words already writing away at your own notebook. You don’t even notice the look Atsumus giving you until you look back up minutes later after humming along and trying to string the words together. “What”
“It’s nothin. Just love watching ya write that’s all.” You end up shooting him a soft smile before focusing back on the words in front of you. “Actually, this beat is more you than me so did ya wanna do the bridge”
That causes you to look up in confusion. “Are you sure? It’s your song. It’d be weird for me to have a bigger part?” Atsumu is brushing off the question of you asking him to be serious. You didn’t want to step on any toes or offend anyone.
“If it’s that big a deal to ya we can go back n forth or somthin’.” His eyes question yours for a moment before smiling in victory at your agreeing. “Besides, Suna was gonna send it to ya anyways. Paid him to let me have it instead. Didn’t take much just-Ow!” HES quickly cut off by your fist coming into contact with his shoulder. “Why’d ya-“
“You’re an ass, did you know that,” you roll your eyes in response. No wonder the beat was so different from his usual. Because the track wasn’t meant for him. You’d have to bitch at Suna later for giving the track to Atsumu of all people. And for who knows what kind of lowball offer it was. “Wanna tell me why you did that. Or I can leave. Your choice” you’re closing your notebook at this point shifting away from him a bit.
“I missed ya.” It’s the only thing he says before your scoffing and getting off the couch and starting to gather your things. “I’m serious (Y/N).” The feeling of his hand grabbing at yours causes you to stop. “I kept thinking about us and couldn’t Bring myself to text. I got Suna to give me the track cause I wanted to see ya and talk.”
“Why couldn’t you just text?”
“I can say it better in a song. And I know you can too. Now c’mon don’t go alright?” You allow him to tug you back down onto the couch with a sigh. He wasn’t necessarily wrong. You’d wanted to settle things between you both once and for all for a while now. He just provided the opportunity. You both needed to know if you were just wasting time.
“Listen. If ya wanna talk about it outside of the song let’s go for a drive then.”
“First you steal my beat to get me to come over, now you wanna trap me in a car with you?” Atsumu only looks at you unbothered before you sigh. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
“If it’s that bad, you know how to tuck and roll. I might slow down enough.” —-
“Atsumu what are we doing,”
He doesn’t even spare you a glance before responding. “Driving.” When you don’t reply he lets out a sigh before giving a real answer. “Do you still love me?”
“Yes,” it’s like you answer before your brain even ponders the question. “Do you still love me?”
“Wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.” His words are just as confident. He shoots you a quick glance before continuing. “I wanna get back together. For good this time. Heard about yer date with that Semi guy.”
Your breath hitches for a moment. While you’re not surprised that he knew about the date last month, you didn’t think he’d mention it. You’d woken up the morning after notifications crazy. Pictures of the two of you filled them and many of the tweets had actually tagged Atsumu as well.
“We weren’t together so ya don’t have to go explaining anything,” he stops you from your attempt at an apology. “Of course i'm not sure what ya saw in that guy. But it made me realize that yer the one I want. Always been the one.” He shrugs before the hand closest to you comes to rest on your thigh. “And I’ve always been the one for you too right?”
“Are you serious about wanting to make us work this time?” His hand leaves your leg for the wheel again and you watch in confusion as he makes a few sudden turns. He mutters something about giving him a few minutes before pulling into a random parking lot. He shuts the car off before unbuckling so he can turn his entire body to face you. “What are you doing Atsumu?”
“Move in with me.” You’re looking at him like he’s grown another head before he continues. “My lease with Samu is almost up and he’s been wanting to move closer to his shop and I wanna be closer to a studio. I’m serious about us and I just think-“
“Would you actually help with boxes or just sit on your ass and watch?”
The questions cause him to frown a bit in thought and you can’t help but laugh as he actually interprets the words and what they really mean. You could tell the exact moment he gets it and a lazy smirk settles on his face instead. “No promises babe. I kinda like watching ya walk away.”
The way his face eased closer to yours had you following his lead until your lips met. You can feel yourself smiling as one of his hands comes to cup your jaw. The kiss is sweet, lips moving slowly against yours in a reunion of sorts. “Stay over tonight we can work on the song again tomorrow.” He pulls away just enough to insist, resting his forehead against yours.
“Already told Samu so he’s bringing enough dinner home. And I got a new toothbrush in the bathroom.”You lean to peck his lips before sitting back in the seat. “You knew this would happen didn’t you.” Despite the accusation you find yourself agreeing with no hesitation.
“I hoped. It’s a difference babe. If not, more food for me” his hand quickly grabs yours to place a kiss on your own before settling back on the wheel. “Let’s get back I’m starvin”
—— “Are yer eyes closed? Are you sure? Don’t peek-“
“Hurry up Atsumu,” you groan as you allow him to lead you to god knows where. The song you’d guys finished a few weeks ago was set to release in a few hours and Atsumu refused to let you see the song cover. It was a surprise, or so he told you every time you tried to ask. Even in his new song tease on twitter he just posted blank images. New song with a surprise guest coming soon ;)
He’d had you meet him at his label and jumped on you the second you stepped into the building blindfold in hand and stupid grin on his face. “Don’t act like this is a new thing for ya,” he’d whisper in your ear as he tied the blindfold and laughed when you attempted to hit at him and miss.
“Stop complaining before I make you wait until the songs officially out. We’re almost there” you feel his hand leave yours before it’s placed on your back. You can hear a door open before he instructs you in. “Small step up.” With your restricted sight your hearing has seemed to increase tenfold. You can hear the sound of blinds opening and him moving around. “One second babe.”
After a few more moments and complaints for him to hurry up a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Leaning into the warmth you feel his lips kiss up your neck before stopping. “You can look now.”
It takes a moment for your eyes to spot it. First your eyes dart around the room to see nothing out of the ordinary save for a table with a champagne bottle. Then one of his arms points toward the window and you freeze in shock. “Atsumu is this?” You turn to look at him expectedly as he nods and pushes you near it. From the window of the building you see the cover art plastered on a billboard.
“Where did you find that?”
Atsumu’s voice grows closer as he stops next to you. “Our mom came down a while ago. Had some shit to deliver and brought some scrapbooks. It was in there.” You nod in understanding before he continues. “Ya like it?”
The picture was one from years ago. He’d just gotten signed and that weekend you and a few friends went on a road trip to celebrate. That particular picture had been taken on a Polaroid as you two were outside supposedly star gazing. On the mountain of blankets it was clear that his attention was more on you than the sky. It was one of your favorite pictures for a while then eventually you had broken up (for the first time) and it was long forgotten.
“Love it. Brings back memories you know?” You don’t even notice he’d gone to pour you a glass before he's dangling off in front of your face.
“Here’s to our first song together babe”
bonus things
yall actually filmed a music vid (this isnt included bc i am only now finding out theres a mv despite having this song in my music for a year)
he tweets the song link with “decided to stay”
atsumu ends up buying suna a ps5 game he wanted as a thank you (not w/o complaining though)
ppl on the internet arent even surprised that yall are back together (theyre tired too tf)
atsumu ends up putting that polaroid in his clear phone case <3
this is yall 6th time getting back together (yall keep trying HUH lmfao. but yall never actually ended on bad terms and always stayed friend)
you end tweeting a joke “ok last time yall i promise LMFAO”
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu imagines#hq imagines#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu imagines#rnb!hq#im starting a tag for it i guess LMFAO#its almost 3 am time for my usual post and dip mwah see yall next year#atsumu imagine
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more spop not!fic that actually turns into fic bc i am trash
I will preface this entirely-too-long post by saying I’ve read very, very little spop fanfic, and the few I’ve read since s5 dropped are all Catradora oneshots that are, um, a little hyperfocused. (Read: Y’all really have some Ideas about how a sword lesbian and a cat lesbian have The Sex, don’tcha.) So it’s entirely probably that the scenario I’m imagining here has been done before, possibly a lot, and likely better than how I’ve imagined it. This is me, 15 minutes late with Starbucks.
But can you imagine how hard it would be for Catra to integrate into the Princess Alliance? I mean, the show depicts the BFS adopting her pretty much immediately with, like, zero hesitations over their past history with her (a few sarcastic one-liners tossed here and there don’t count as processing, imho). But the kingdom at large? Not to mention the other kingdoms? Catra was the face of the invasion for such a long time. She had a specific angle to take out She-Ra, the ubiquitously-loved and lauded hero of Etheria. Yes, she helped save the planet/universe from Horde Prime, but once the banners and balloons come down, there’s still a reckoning to be had.
Mermista alternately pokes fun at Catra for being afraid of water, and takes any opportunity to “accidentally” splash her
Netossa brings a squirt bottle to any meeting where Catra is invited, and offers at some point to make Adora a magic leash for her
Frosta doesn’t particularly say or do anything, but she makes extra sure to exude icy menace in Catra’s direction. Okay, one time she maybe accidentally zings Catra during iceball, but everyone else thought it was funny!
Out of respect for Scorpia’s friendship with Catra, Perfuma doesn’t stoop to playing pranks, but she does pointedly remark on how muddled Catra’s chi is, a lot. Sometimes in the middle of a meeting, if Catra is arguing with someone, Perfuma will airily announce to the whole room that negative energy is starting to interfere with their goals again, and it looks like she’ll have to sage the meeting room again. After which Catra usually just gives up and sulks in silence
Micah is fairly neutral on the subject of Catra, considering she’s part of his daughter’s “best friend squad” and is also dating She-Ra, Princess of Power, demigod of the wind and sea, vanquisher of Horde Prime, hero of Etheria. But he does get moody sometimes looking at the mural of Angella, and a couple of times he’ll go Dad Mode and tell Glimmer she reminds him of her mother, but then he’ll glance at Catra and change the subject.
And like, Catra gets it, okay? She fucked up. She was the bad guy. And these people are princesses. If there’s anything Catra knows is true, it’s that princesses are champions at Not Letting It Go. So she mostly just lets it roll off her shoulders. (Okay, yes, sometimes she goads them, and yes, she should keep her mouth shut more instead of trading barbs, but what do you want from her? Being catty is her thing.) After all, she got her happily ever after. She got Adora. And that’s really all that she cares about. So a couple of whiny, poofy, pastel-wearing bimbos wanna take cheap shots at her? Ha. Catra wrote the book on petty. She grew up in the Horde. Let ‘em do their worst.
Except Adora gets Big Mad about it.
I imagine Adora not only notices how the other princesses act around Catra, she sees Catra doing her best to ignore it. Melog is a pretty good indicator of Catra’s temper, and so it’s clear that the hazing irritates the shit out of Catra, but true to her word, she’s been working on her anger, so aside from sarcasm the worst anyone gets out of a her is a scowl, a flicking tail and ears, and Melog’s brief display of red-tinged spines and growling.
So Adora is proud, seriously! Catra has come a long way from where she was in the Horde. But Adora, the OG “Punch Your Feelings Out Guy”, wants to remind the other princesses that Catra’s not the only one who changed sides.
Naturally, she does this by losing her temper and shouting them down during another all-princess meeting where everyone is subtly picking on Catra.
“What is your problem? Catra’s on our side now! Why are you all still acting like this?”
Mermista, never one to back down from a verbal slap-fest, gamely engages. “Um, not everyone thinks that just because Catra made, like, one good choice, she gets a free pass on all her other ones.”
“Forgiveness is a process, Adora,” says Perfuma primly, ignoring the glare Adora sends her way. “You can’t expect everyone to accept Catra immediately. We need time to work through our negative associations with Catra so that we can begin the healing process.”
Catra rolls her eyes, but Adora throws her hands in the air. “Immediately? It’s been months! And you’re not working through anything! You’re bullying her!”
At this point, Catra is almost offended at all this implies. “Uh, excuse me, no one bullies me, okay. I can take anything they throw at me.”
“Ha, that’s funny,” says Netossa sweetly. “Because that’s not what you say anytime I have this in my hand!” She brandishes the squirt bottle, and Catra’s ears flatten but she keeps herself from flinching.
Adora slaps the table. “See! Bullying!”
“Adora, calm down,” says Glimmer, sighing with a hand over her eyes. At her side, Bow splays both hands in a gesture that simultaneously tries to placate everyone.
“Okay, look, everyone,” he says. “A couple of jokes are one thing, but Adora’s got a point. It’s going a little too far.”
“Oh? Was it also going a little too far when Catra wrecked my castle and destroyed Princess Prom?” says Frosta, crossing her arms.
“Or when she decimated the Whispering Woods?” adds Perfuma.
“Or when she attacked my kingdom?” Mermista, chin on fist, rolls her eyes. “And, you know, stole it for a while.”
“Or when she sent Entrapta to Beast Island?” Perfuma turns to put a hand on Entrapta’s shoulder, but Entrapta’s eyes have gone starry.
“Oooh, I liked Beast Island! The tech there was superb! Maybe I can go back with all the resources at my disposal, now that I’m not an exiled prisoner anymore, and see if I can finally succeed in reversing the polarity of the--”
“See,” says Perfuma hastily, “she was exiled and a prisoner! With no, um, resources!”
“Look, Adora, it’s great that you and Catra are happy together,” says Frosta, with the deadpan expression of a fourteen-year-old who does not mean a single thing she says. “But I still don’t like her.”
“My heart breaks,” mutters Catra, but Adora leans over the table, eyes closing in a bid for patience.
“I’m not asking anyone to like her. I’m just saying, stop bullying her.”
“Uh, again, I’m not--”
Adora spears Catra with a single look, and Catra subsides, a little stunned at the turbulence in her girlfriend’s eyes.
“It’s mean,” Adora goes on, “and it’s pointless, since Catra is on our side now. I know there’s history there, but we are in the process of rebuilding Etheria and creating an example to show the other worlds we’re trying to reach. So just--chill, okay?”
A moment of silence greets this declaration. Then Frosta looks away with a snort.
“I’ll show her some chill,” she mutters.
Catra desperately wants to roll her eyes. “Give it a rest, kid.”
Frosta shoots to her feet, a layer of ice sheeting the table under her hands. “Don’t talk down to me, Horde scum!”
Melog leaps onto the table, its mane blazing so deep a red it’s nearly black. Chaos erupts as various shouts of “Melog, no!” and “Watch out!” tangle in the air. Catra rises from her seat, alarmed that Frosta is about to ice-punch her alien cat, when thunder cracks and a deep, throaty voice shouts, “Enough!”
She-Ra stands in battle stance, glowering at the room’s occupants, light pouring off her. The sword is held in a neutral rest position in her hand, though every inch of her (and there’s a lot of them) seems to be vibrating with energy.
Catra clears her throat as Melog instantly goes liquid-blue and pounces to She-Ra’s side, curling around and around her legs with undisguised adoration.
Melog, it seems, has no concept of chill.
The princesses all resume their seats, staring at the beast they’d been seconds from attacking as it practically rolls on the ground at She-Ra’s feet. Their eyes go from She-Ra to Melog to Catra, who expertly pretends to be unaffected and unblushing.
“Catra is not a threat,” says She-Ra in that voice, and Melog agrees blissfully, rubbing its head against her hip. Catra opens her mouth to protest, but sighs and shuts up. No point in protesting that you’re a badass when your psychic mood-ring therapy cat goes belly-up anytime your hot warrior girlfriend looks at you.
“Catra deserves another chance. She’s already proven herself by helping us defeat Prime.” She-Ra lays a single hand on Melog’s head. Catra wants to bury her face in her hands at the sound the alien cat makes.
“But how can we trust her when she used to fight for the Horde!” protests Frosta.
“So did I,” says She-Ra quietly, and it’s like all the air gets sucked out the room.
“So did Entrapta and Scorpia--” Perfuma’s eyes drop to the table at this. “--and you, Mermista--” Mermista sighs, but doesn’t argue. “and Spinnerella--” Even though She-Ra’s voice is gentle, Spinnerella’s eyes still well with tears, and Netossa tries to glare while she comforts her wife, but even she looks guilty. “--and King Micah, and Shadow Weaver--” Even though Glimmer wasn’t one of the princesses giving Catra shit, she still winces and leans closer to Bow. “And we gave every single one of them a second chance before the war was even ended. What makes Catra different from them?”
“She wasn’t mind-controlled!” argues Frosta.
“Yes, she was!” shoots back She-Ra, and Catra can’t help the flinch, the instinct to reach back and rub her neck. Her hair is just starting to be long enough to cover the faint scar of the implant.
“Okay, for like, a second, but even before Horde Prime, Catra was--”
“Catra and I were both abused and manipulated by Shadow Weaver.” There’s a thread of pain in She-Ra’s voice now. “From the time we were infants. We never stood a chance against her.”
“But you escaped,” says Perfuma, almost as a question. “You changed your mind about the Horde, and you left.”
Catra stares at the table. She can feel She-Ra’s eyes glance toward her. Melog gives a solemn mrow of comfort, pulsing aqua-blue. Without warning, light flares again and Adora is standing at Catra’s side, hands empty.
“If I hadn’t found the sword in the Whispering Woods, it would have been me marching on your kingdoms,” says Adora, and everyone shuffles uncomfortably. “I was chosen to be Force Captain just a couple hours before. It was dumb luck that I fell off that skiff and landed where I did.”
“It was destiny,” argues Perfuma. “You were chosen to be She-Ra! You would have found the sword at some point!”
“By that point, would it have mattered?” Adora’s hand strokes Melog’s ears. Catra swears she can feel the ghost of those fingers on her own head. “I wouldn’t have had Bow and Glimmer to show me what the Horde was really doing. I would have had Shadow Weaver and Hordak reinforcing my training.”
“You would have found a way to become She-Ra,” says Perfuma earnestly. “The universe would have aligned somehow--”
“And whose kingdom would have already fallen to the Horde by the time that happened?” Adora lifts her hands helplessly. “Don’t you get it? If I hadn’t discovered I was She-Ra, I would have become Catra.”
They stare at her, apparently never having put the dots together before. Catra, who has always been smarter than these princesses, leans back in her chair.
“Maybe,” she says, smirking up at her girlfriend. “But I wore it better.”
aslfja;lskdjfl;a this is already too long and it half-morphed into fic, so I’ll just summarize by saying everyone is a little sorry that they’ve been bullying Catra, and Catra refuses to admit she’s been bullied because of course she does, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t hugely touched and grateful that for once Adora fought to protect her from her princess friends. The Alliance goes forward with the intent of trying to behave better towards Catra. It helps that they saw Melog turn into a jello-mold as soon as She-Ra appeared, so they have proof positive that Catra is indeed not a threat and is in fact secretly a jello mold herself. The bullying turns into heckling whenever Catra and Adora goo-goo-eye each other. Which is a lot. Frosta makes an ice sculpture of Catra swooning into Adora’s arms (her art skills mysteriously improve enough to clearly depict Catra with heart eyes and Adora with bulging biceps). Perfuma decorates it with flowers. Netossa puts a forcefield net around it so Catra can’t destroy it. Catra sulks and Adora flexes her muscles to make her feel better. the end???
bonus line I couldn’t figure out how to incorporate: “Uh, Entrapta has two Hordaks and I don’t see anyone giving her crap about them!”
#what have i wrought#with these sinful hands#headcanon#fanfic#she ra#she ra netflix#she ra and the princesses of power#spop#catra#adora#glimmer#bow#frosta#perfuma#mermista#princess alliance#catradora
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I would love to hear what your overall thoughts were on Snk if you don't mind sharing since I literally don't know what to really think of it and I don't really know of any blogs in Snk fandom. and I love your BNHA takes so much. I'm extremely attached to the characters in Bnha especially Touya, Shoto, main villian trio and the main heroes. Bnha has always gave me the feeling from the beginning that its going to have a happy and optimistic ending. I grew more attached to it for that reason.
Ask #2: I just started watching SnK a couple of months ago and I'm now on season 4 (now I've already seen the ending before I even started watching it.) I decided to watch because my bf has been watching the show for years now and I wanted to catch up with him. Before I started watching it I was aware that its not a light-hearted or happy show. Characters literally die left from right. I didn't really form a connection with the characters for that reason since I went into the show with that mindset.
Part 2. From the very beginning of Snk I already had the feeling it won't have a happy ending or satisfying ending for some fans. I asked my bf and he said (SPOILERS) that he can already see Eren dying at the end. For me I feel very neutral about the ending I literally have no opinion at all because I already seen the ending before starting the show and I have really no idea how I'm really supposed to feel about the ending. I never really look at Snk blogs since I'm not really that attached.
Two different asks, answering together to avoid the risk of getting more SnK asks because I truly don't have much more to say than what I'm about to.
I can direct you to a few blogs that talked about SnK, but I've seen said blogs get extremely hateful comments in their inboxes so I'll refrain from tagging them.
But anyway--I don't have any meta thoughts on SnK.
I can say that I truly enjoyed the ending and I don't feel that it could have ended any better. If the author was going to make the main character the final boss, then this was the best ending we could have asked for. If the author was not going to make the main character the final boss, well, there's no point in discussing it since he didn't take that route.
TBH all I really want to know is.....what...ending....did these people... want?
So, I can understand some people being upset that Eren was made the final boss, but there was...a ton of set up for that well before the manga ended. People had time to jump ship well before the ending came out. But regardless, I get it. If people aren't used to tragedy stories, then I can understand feeling hurt. But also, as the second anon said--SnK sets the tone from the FIRST. FUCKING. CHAPTER.
What does it tell us?
NOBODY is safe. ANYBODY can go at any time. Protagonist armor existed for a little bit, but it wasn't going to last forever, because Eren wasn't the kind of main character that had Main Character Syndrome™️. He isn't Izuku Midoriya, who is supposed to end up as this hero that redefines the meaning of the word. No, Eren was never that.
I started SnK when I was a senior in high school, in 2015, and then I got distracted from that and didn't watch or read it for YEARS. I only JUST picked it up in February and finished it off when the manga ended. So for me, my attachment I had to any of the characters had kind of disappeared. I didn't want Levi, Mikasa, Armin, or Annie to die, but I wasn't super attached to any of the other characters.
As for the ending--honestly. I only bitched about peoples' commentary earlier because someone reblogged a post of mine that talked about "series that betrayed their readers", and they put "snk" in the tags, and that irritated me.
I honestly don't know how else it would have ended besides the main character obliterating the entire earth. Like I don't know what people were wanting. That would have been a shit ending, how would that have been satisfying for anybody?
No, I think the ending where MOST of the main cast survived and got to live long lives was the best it could have ever been given the type of story it was.
As the second anon said, it was never going to be "happy", although imo, SnK ended as "happy" as it could have.
BNHA is definitely a happy ending type of story. It's not set up for horrible tragedy, and if Hori did for some reason shift gears and go that way (he won't) it would ruin the entire story and everything it's told us so far.
Suffice to say, SnK isn't really my type of story. I only finished it because I started it in high school, and had seen it was coming to an end so figured what the hay, might as well finish what I started. BNHA is way more up my alley. I'm avoiding stuff like JJK and anything that's grim dark and edgy for the sake of being....like that. It's just not for me, and I'm not in a spot to read stuff like that right now.
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so I'm thinkin again, so it's a personal rant and I'm on phone so no read more. I think you can press j? on pc to skip to the end of the post?
abuse tw by the way, I'm going to talk about my father and how my childhood with him shaped me (and my sister? i guess, i can't do without talking about her)
so tldr, my father was an asshole. My half sister from his first marriage left the house when she was 17 because he hit her in the face one too many times and her professor decided to send her to the cops after she came at school with a black eye (that's only pretty recently that i learned that, during most of my teenage years - i was 11 when she left, she was the one who had decided to leave with her weed smoking bf) A little story bc that's a pretty important part in what I'm thinking about.
Last year, after almost 9 years without contact, I called her and we spoke for a few hours about well, p much everything, and at some point, we were talking about our father's misogyny and how it affected us.
Like, we were both not very traditionally feminine. I was always a tomboy, and she was into the alt fashions. And she said something about how growing up with my father and his constant mockery of feminine things (trucs de gonzesse, pédés, etc) made her hate her own feminity. And that's something that hit me hard, i guess? If i look in my wardrobe, the clothes dating from before the whole process that started with getting kicked out in november 2018, then my sister contacting me to tell me my father got thrown out too and the divorce and that phonecall and all of the things that went with it and after, they're all the more masculine ones, and after that it's sarouels and more shapeless neutral and feminine clothing.
I think for a while i was (and probably still am, since I'm only thinking about this rn) in a process of if it has anything to do with my father, it must go. But I'm not happy with it, these past two years have coincidentally been the ones I've struggled a lot with my own image and yeah, that makes sense, i don't wear clothes i enjoy wearing, I just throw on stuff in the morning and that's it. I've even tried to buy a sundress last summer i guess as some kind of what if? but the tag is still on it.
And the more i think about it, the more i feel like, even if i can explain it partly because of that experience i have of "everything too feminine is shameful", it doesn't make it any less of a positive thing in my life? Because it doesn't feel shameful anymore, it just feels like something that i don't necessarily enjoy or find attractive.
And on top of the whole being laid back and romantic and liking cute animals and cooking that don't fit the social expectations of being masculine, i guess that's also part of why i refused and got spooked of calling myself butch and identifying with the word.
And yeah, i feel the getting strong to protect part too. Since I'm a teen I've been pushing iron at my rowing club, i stepped a lot between my father and my siblings, i even took a few hits defending my mother. Last time i saw him, i got a nice black eye for defending my mother when he started getting aggressive about her contacting her parents (he's cut off our contact with them at around the same time as my half sister left, in 2012).
It just slowly adds up whenever i start thinking about different aspects of the butch identity. I just need to learn that I don't have to banish him and refuse the consequences he had on my life and my point of view on myself and the world. He's my father, his influence shaped a good part of my personality.
I'm soft and laid back because he was angry and aggressive. I don't like conflict and shouting because that's what my life was with him. I'm understanding because he was paranoid. I enjoy being around people because he was violently anti social. I want freedom and to make my own rules and cannot stand jealousy because he was controlling and sabotaging all of our friendships. I can't count how many friends I've lost because he started shit with their parents, he's kept us away from my mother's side of the family for 9 years. I'm an extreme people pleaser because he was very hard to please and selfish.
And on the less positive side, i have a really hard time accepting gifts because it was used against me all my childhood to make me do things for them that i didn't want to. I'm unlearning that pretty well, but i had a hard time being wrong or being in a position of knowing less about something than the person I'm talking with. Nowadays i feel like I've made huge progress with it, and listening to people and learning from them is something i actually enjoy a lot. My reaction to anger and frustration is isolation and silence because i have an actual fear of becoming violent like my father. I know it's irrational, I know I'm not about to break someone's nose because they ate the last fries or smtg. I guess I've just heard so many excuses about how he lost control and how it's natural and shit like that that deep down it convinced me of something and I'm afraid of myself? i don't know that sounds even more irrational when i put it into words.
I built myself against him instead of with him like a normal kid would. I shouldn't be afraid of that, that's who i am, that's who i grew up to be and that's the qualities i learned to value in life because they were rare in my family. That doesn't make it less important and valid than a child who learned to love by watching their parents loving each other and them.
I guess a lot of my self worth problems stem from that. I don't feel like myself, and I've been coping with that by calling that feeling stupid and running head first towards anything that I've seen other people thrive with trying to search for my own happy place when in the end, it's been right there all along, i just have to look back with acceptance instead of anger.
#surprisingly coincides with the two years i tried so hard to be bisexual too#sinan in 2018 and nathan in 2019#i don't know man#our identity being tied to misogyny just made my brain go brrr suddenly#i think I'm putting words on how I've been feeling for a while now#I've been talking about changing my wardrobe and stuff like that#i guess deep down i knew I'm not happy with how shapeless i look rn in very baggy pants and girly tees#my comfort clothes are a superman shirt a mens sportsshort and an old very much oversized and worn out will coyote hoodie#makes sense now#abuse tw#long post#and i guess it's just the formulation on that post that hit hard#that's something I've already evoqued with my friends jake and andrew multiple times#hey look i talk too much again lmfao
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Not Enough Part 2 - Draco Malfoy x Reader
Here is Part 2 to Not Enough. Part 1
Warning: Insecurity, cursing, insults- like a lot, panic attack
Y/N: Your name Y/BF/N: Your best friends name Y/L/N: Your last name
The next few weeks were dreadful. Everywhere you went, Draco avoided you. You knew that you didn’t need a boyfriend to make you happy, but Draco was not any ordinary boyfriend. He made you forget about everything bad going on in your life, and boy, there was a lot of negativity in your life. Especially in this moment. You know he believes what he is doing is going to make your life at Hogwarts “better,” but if only he knew how much you were hurting.
“Y/N,” Y/BF/N called, catching up to you, “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
You nodded, not wanting to talk, and clutched your books closer to your chest resisting the urge to cry.
“I’m going to be honest with you, you have to get over him,” she began.
Your mouth hung open as you scoffed at her comment, and rolled your eyes.
“I know, I know. It’s not easy, I’ve been through so many break ups that I can’t even count how many I’ve had on the stars, but you’re only going to make yourself more miserable if you allow yourself to wallow in misery,” she finished.
You nodded. “I have to get to class,” you mumbled and sped walked away.
You quickly walked off to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, leaving Y/BF/N behind, which doesn't matter as much since she has to go to a different way.
Once you reached the classroom you opened the door abruptly as everyone turned to look at the sound. You made eye contact with Draco as he diverted his gaze away from you and began to converse with his goons. You kept your head low, letting your hair cover your face to not draw any more attention to you. You quickly walked and silently stood to the side of the class.
You lifted your head and saw the object that everyone was looking towards in the front of the classroom. A large wardrobe, with mirrors on the outside, jolts every now and then with movement inside it. Your eyes widen in both fear and curiosity.
"Does anyone know what's inside?" Professor Lupin asked from the back of the class as he slowly began walking forward, through the crowd of students. He stood in front of the wardrobe with a big grin on his face.
The room filled with a muttering of confused whispers from the students, who obviously didn't know what was inside. Lupin began to walk around the crowd of students. Dean Thomas, then, raised his hand in excitement.
"Ah yes, mister Thomas?" Lupin said.
"It's a boggart, sir,” he replied.
"Correct! And what does a boggart look like?” Lupin asked.
"No one knows. They take the form of what you fear the most," he answered without hesitation.
Lupin looked impressed and clapped his hands. The rest of the students joined in. "Good job, Thomas. Ten points to Gryffindor for that.”
Lupin moved to stand next to the wardrobe. Again, with another sudden movement from the wardrobe, he continues, "A very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Now, without wands, after me, Riddikulus."
"Riddikulus!" The entire class said.
"This class is ridiculous." You hear Draco say. You glanced over your shoulder and see that his group of friends agree, nodding their heads. He rolls his eyes, clearly not amused with what we are learning.
"Very good. Who wants to go first?" Lupin spoke, not hearing his comment.
No one moved. You awkwardly looked to the side, to avoid being called on.
“Thomas, why don’t you demonstrate," Lupid said, tugging him closer to the wardrobe.
“Oh, no sir, I don’t think-"
“Oh come on! You'll do great. Don't be shy," he said not taking no for an answer. Reluctantly Dean walked toward the closet.
"Wand at the ready. Here we go." With a wave of Lupin’s wand he opened the closet and a severed hand began to walk out the closet. Some students snickered as Dean was terrified.
“Now, just say the spell,” Lupin spoke, watching Dean. He shakily pointed his wand at the hand that was coming closer to him.
“Riddikulus!” he shouted and the hand got caught in a mouse trap.
“Well done!” Lupin cheered, clapping his hands in excitement, “Who’s next!”
Other students went up. Some were excited while others were terrified. Katie was face to face with Lord Voldemort but turned him into a huge snake, Ron faced a giant spider but put the spider on skates, and Neville faced Professor Snape, and then dressed him in his grandmother's clothes. And eventually, you were next. You were hoping that Draco could have gone before you, but you knew he was always one of the last students to go.
“You’re up next, miss Y/L/N,” Lupin grinned, motioning you towards the front.
You hesitantly made your way to the front of the class.You felt your palms begin to grow sweaty as you stood in front of the huge, black wardrobe in Professor Lupin's class. You felt everyone’s eyes on you, especially Draco’s. He watched you with attentiveness.
"Are you ready?” he asked. You lightly gripped your wand in your hand, nodding.
"One... two... three!" Lupin flicked his wrist and the lock moves. He steps back as the door opens, leaving you there by yourself. And soon, out came your father.
You panicked inside, your eyes widening as your shoulders grew stiff. He looked around the room once before his icy cold glare landed on you, and he sneered. You held your wand tightly in your hand, peering at him.
“Just look at you,” your father grimaced in disgust, “You lowlife, good for nothing, piece of shit!”
His voice got louder with each word. The class grew quiet, scared of the man before you. Draco crossed his arms, with an infuriated scowl on his face. He knew about your father, but never did he think it was this bad.
“You’ve got this, Y/L/N. Just say the spell,” Lupin reminded you.
“Ri- Ri...-”
“-You are an absolute failure just like your mother! You're a blithering idiot, a moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder and a pity you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with teflon. I am utterly embarrassed to call you my daughter,” he spat, as tears brimmed your eyes. You were at a loss for words as your hand shook with your wand.
“Y/L/N,” Lupin said, once more, appalled at the words coming out the boggart. Tears poured out of your eyes as you stared at your father. He came closer, more angry than before.
“I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, an abomination that should have never been created. I wretch at the very thought of you! The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success than a pea!” he shouted, getting in your face, having you back up in fear and fall onto the floor, staring at him, frozen, through watery eyes. As you fell, your wand fell and rolled to the side.
“You have all the appeal of a piece of dog crap. You are a weed, a fungus, and the dregs of this Earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep wouldn’t have sex with you if you tried! You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh-!”
Your father raised his hand to hit you, and you cried out in fear, turning to cover your face with your arm.
“RIDDIKULUS!” Lupin shouted as the boggart flew back into the wardrobe. Everyone was silent as you were sobbing on the floor. Lupin turned to look at you on the floor.
“I- Y/L/N...” Lupin began, looking at you with concerned eyes. You quickly hopped to your feet and dashed out of the room. Your vision was blurred from your tears and you couldn’t see where you were going, but this didn’t stop you. You ran down the corridors, pushing anyone and everything out of the way. You ran outside and didn’t stop.
You heard someone calling after you, but you pushed it away from your thoughts. All you could think of was your horrid father. You ran all the way until your legs gave out. You plopped down onto the grass, away from everyone and held your legs close to your chest as you sobbed. You hated your body, you hated your personality, you hated your life, you hated everything about you. You truly were worthless, The more thoughts that plagued your mind, the harder you sobbed.
Your heart was racing and you felt your arms and legs going numb. Your shakily lifted your head and wiped away the tears clouding your face, but quickly replenished with more tears. And soon enough, your breath became ragged as you were having a panic attack. You hadn’t had one in a while and no longer remembered how to control it.
“Y/N,” that familiar voice spoke kneeling down in front of you. You didn’t lift your head as you felt lightheaded.
“Y/N,” he said once more grabbing onto your frail figure as you shook, “I wish you would’ve told me how bad your- hey are you alright?”
Draco, held onto you with one arm and used his other to lift your head to look at him. His worried eyes gazed into your clouded ones and he understood what was going on. Prior, he’s helped you through your panic attacks when you were together. He was the only one, other than your mother or best friend, who was able to calm you down.
“Baby, let’s try to sit up, yeah?” he said, trying to lift you but you fell into his arms, your breathing rapid and inconsistent. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to comfort you in the best way he possibly could. His hands ran up and down your back, trying to bring you back to solid ground.
“"Take a deep breath for me okay? Just a few deep breaths, c’mon," He rubbed small circles on your back as you inhaled deeply, trying to get a steady flow of air in your lungs.
You balled your fists, clenching onto the sweater on his back, as your tears soaked the fabric on his shoulder. He light cologne filled your nose, a scent you longed for ever since your split.
“Dr-Draco, I-” you sobbed, but couldn’t finish. Your head was too lightheaded to form words and your fast heartbeat made you panic even more.
“Shh... don’t talk. Just listen to my voice as I talk,” he soothed, sitting down, and pulled you onto his lap. He slowly rocked from side to side as you cried on him, “I’m here, baby. You’re not alone.”
He kissed the top of your head and left his lips linger there for a few seconds before pulling away. He was always worried for you when you had your panic attacks, but he knew you were beyond petrified and that’s all that mattered to him. It wasn’t like he was not used to these sorts of things taking place, because he was used to it. He was afraid that maybe one day he wouldn’t be there to help you when it happened, and maybe one day you’d get hurt because of that.
Draco slowly hummed as he rocked you. Your breathing was slowly going back to normal as your heartbeat slowed down. Your grip on his back lessened, and your sobs died down. At first he thought you had passed out.
“Y/N?” he asked, but you didn’t respond, still collecting your thoughts. He pulled away from you to take a at you and sighed a breath in relief when your eyes connected with his, still holding onto you.
You looked down in embarrassment. “I...I’m sorry,” you whispered. He lifted your face with his hand and wiped away the remnants of your tears.
“Don’t ever apologize for something that’s out of your control,” he scolded. Tears still pricked at your eyes as you sniffed, remembering that you two were no longer together. Your bottom lip quivered as he gripped your chin, lightly rubbing his thumb over your lip. His eyes flickered from your eyes, to your lips, and back to your eyes.
All you could do was stare at him with your big doe eyes. You slowly, but hesitantly, leaned forward and softly pressed your plump lips to his, afraid that he was going to push you away. But, he didn’t. Instead, he leaned into the kiss as you lightly gripped the front of his sweater. His hands fell down from your back, onto your waist and held you for security. Your lips moved in sync, both hungry for each other. Your arms trailed up to his neck, and closed any space that was left between you two. Tears still formed under your closed eyes due to the fact that you had been missing his touch for so long. You didn’t want to pull away, but knew you had to so you both could catch some air.
He rested his forehead on yours as you both regained your breath. You sniffed and wiped away the tears that pricked your eyes. He noticed your sadness and looked at you with concern.
“What’s wrong, baby.” He moved the strands of hair out of your face and pushed them behind your ears.
“I’ve really mi-missed you, Draco,” you frowned, trying to keep your crying to a minimum. But every time you looked him in his eyes, it made you want to break down.
“I’m so sorry, I never want to hurt you again. It was a stupid mistake that I will never make again,” he said gazing into your eyes, with passion, “Will you be mine once more?”
“I’m always yours,” you genuinely smiled and pressed another kiss onto his lips. He smiled into the kiss and fell back onto the grass with you on top of him in bliss.
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Arc V Month Day 12: Favorite Ships
ohohohoho, did you mean my favorite day?? I love talking about ships, I love exploring possible character dynamics whether those are romantic, platonic, sexual, antagonistic, or whatever, and Arc V is FULL of great character dynamics as well as great potential ones that while they never interacted much or at all in canon, I still think would be really fun to play with
I could talk for hours about ships, and I have a LOT of faves within Arc V (arc v was actually the beginning of my multishipping tendencies, before this I was a strict single-ship-per-character type), but for the purposes of time and space I will talk only about my “starter pack” as I like to call it lol. Tho, if you would like to hear my thoughts on any other Arc V ship, please don’t hesitate to drop into my askbox! I love to talk about this >w<
Escapeshipping (Asuka/Osiris Red Girl)
One half of the ship may not even have an actual name, but that doesn’t stop me from being in love with this little rarepair. I’ve always liked the idea of bi Asuka, but before Arc V, there really wasn’t a female character I really enjoyed shipping her with. Arc V came to the rescue by giving her a gf (it also gave Crow a bf...Arc V said gay rights). Even though all we get of them is one flashback, it’s pretty clear that the two of them were close, close enough for the Osiris girl to confide in Asuka her treasonous thoughts and to want to save Asuka by bringing her along in her escape rather than simply escaping on her own. And it’s the Osiris girl’s sacrifice that drives Asuka to be as much of a rebel against Academia that she is. That’s the set up for a powerful tragic love story right there, and we only had half an episode -- that’s pretty epic imo.
Chaperoneshipping (Gongenzaka/Sawatari)
I named this rarepair, so it has a special place in my heart lol. I just think it’s probably one of the funniest, and yet sweetest ships I’ve got for Arc V. The two of them are pretty much diametric opposites -- Sawatari never stops moving or talking and is super full of himself, while Gongenzaka is based on standing completely still and has a pretty healthy understanding of himself and his limits. Every single interaction they had was gold, as the two of them have such different ideals and beliefs, but they play off of each other so well. They’re literally the tol gay + smol gay and I love them and their banter a lot -- plus, I legitimately think that the two of them are pretty good for each other. Gongenzaka can help ground Sawatari but also take care of him when his inevitable loss of confidence spirals back again, and Sawatari can put an exasperated smile on Gongenzaka’s face and help him loosen up here and there.
rest are under the cut so this doesn’t get TOO long lol
Darkrebelshipping (Shun/Yuto)
This is one I haven’t actually paid as much attention to lately, but I still do really enjoy it! It’s a little cliche, but I just find their relationship pretty interesting. It’s clear that they’re close friends who trust each other, but there’s also a lot of friction between them because they have such fundamentally different value systems. They both want the same things, but what they’re willing to do to achieve those things is very different, and seeing how that effects the two of them in different situations is very interesting to me. Plus, I just kind of love how they both look like they would go to Hot Topic together lol.
Moonblossomshipping (Ruri/Selena)
Am I using my own screenshot edit for these two? Yes, yes I am, because despite my deep and abiding love for this ship, they never officially got to interact while not possessed lol.
As the above mentioned lack of interaction notes, this ship is mostly in my head, but I think it has a lot of interesting potential as a dynamic. Ruri and Selena may be parts of the same person, but they have some unique differences that make their potential relationship intriguing. Selena is a very headstrong person who rarely thinks before she acts, acting on an innate sense of justice that may be skewed because she rarely takes the time to closely examine where that image of justice is coming from. She’s an angry and impulsive person determined to prove herself, and yet she’s also very disciplined in other places. Ruri, on the other hand, comes from a much softer world, and from what we’ve seen of her, she also has a strong sense of justice -- though her views on it come from a place of sympathy/empathy and a desire for compassion towards others, rather than Selena’s warrior-like take on making justice happen. That softness + Selena’s sharpness makes for a great contrast, and the fact that their two worlds are pretty much perfectly opposed in the struggle in canon also sets up for some great star-crossed lovers shit which I’m ALWAYS into.
And outside of that? They just are....so pretty. They have the best aesthetic together. I was shipping them somehow before Ruri was even revealed, I am here for the long haul.
Duskshipping (Dennis/Yuuri)
Here’s another ship that gave me less than half an episode of content and made me go absolutely wild over it. Yuuri and Dennis may have only interacted for a few moments and only twice overall, but there’s something about those moments that still captivates me. The whole concept of Yuuri being this terrifying force that people run to the side of the hall to avoid, even as a child, but then being met by a laid-back, cheerful greeting from Dennis, fascinates me. Dennis isn’t scared of Yuuri at all, in fact, he seems to find Yuuri amusing to some degree. He’s the only character in the entire show who hasn’t immediately viewed Yuuri as some terrifying monster. Part of that may be simply due to Dennis’s cheerful + semi suicidal personality, but I think there might be a little more to it than that, especially since Yuuri doesn’t seem at all annoyed at Dennis’s lack of respect. There’s this sense of relaxation to their interactions, as though they’re used to hanging out, as though they’re comfortable with each other. For people like the two of them -- Dennis, with his self-loathing covered up by a mask of cheer, and Yuuri, with his monstrous, malicious glee towards destruction, that unspoken comfort with anyone, much less people so different from each other, feels very important.
Stealthshipping (Sora/Tsukikage)
This one hit me like a frieght train all at once. For most of my favorite Arc V ships, I got the sense that I would like them early on into their character introductions. Basically from the moment I saw most of them, their first interaction or even their first introduction alone, I had the feeling I was going to love them as a ship. These two? I had no idea I was going to make THIS my favorite ship for the two of them...and honestly, my only romantic ship for either of them. And like, why would I have? Their first interaction is where Sora kills Tsukikage’s brother. Angsty, to be sure, but I barely thought they’d even meet again.
When they did, however, and how it all played out after that, I was smitten. Two soldiers who met on opposite sides of the conflict, who had every reason to hate each other, and every reason to destroy each other, who found themselves slowly, slowly putting that unease aside for the common goal ahead of them, until they became a team to be reckoned with. Sora apologizing for what he did to Tsukikage’s brother and even offering to atone any way Tsukikage wanted as long as he could save Yuzu and Yuya first, Tsukikage putting down his grudge “just for now,” slowly becoming the two of them coming to each other’s aid and fighting like a team? It was so powerful. I definitely need to create more content for the two of them.
Genesishipping (Ray/Zarc)
Let’s be honest, we all ship this one a little bit. They’re the penultimate tragic, antagonistic couple, even if they probably never actually met in the past. They’re perfectly opposed forces, creation and destruction, and Ray is more than willing to come back over and over again to fight Zarc, while Zarc builds pretty much his entire self around being able to defeat Ray again. Plus, considering all of the bonds between their counterparts? It’s obvious that in another life, these two would have been friends, or even lovers, which just makes their actual first meeting all the more tragic. They have a wealth of possibilities to explore, and it’s one of the most popular ships in the fandom for a reason.
Appleshipping (Rin/Yugo)
otherwise known as THE CUTEST OTP....I don’t know what to say about Apple that I or others haven’t said before. They are such a power couple. They’re so sweet and wholesome, but they’re also inherently kind of tragic. They grew up in a world that didn’t want them to survive, but they did. Yugo’s pure love for Rin, and Rin’s motherly nagging, probably out of fear that Yugo’s happy nature might end up with him getting hurt in this awful world they live in, hiding her own deep love for him back, is just such a sweet, beautiful combination. The way they constantly work together and constantly think of each other is just so sweet and lovely, and I love them a lot.
Lustershipping (Yuzu/Masumi)
The ORIGINAL Arc V gays, the one I shipped before I even started watching the damn show. Shallow bit out of the way first, but they’re a pink/blue ship, and their color schemes together are GORGEOUS, which is my weakness.
Past that, though, this is the first pair of significant f/f rivals we’ve gotten in YGO to my knowledge, and I’ve found lately that I’ve become something of a sucker for some brands of rival pairs. They’re antagonistic, but it drives them both to be better, and they shit-talk each other, which is great to see with an f/f rival pair, but they end up being super respectful and even grateful to each other for pushing them to get better and better. And if you don’t think Masumi’s got a crush on Yuzu at the very least, I don’t know what to tell you lol. She gave the girl a ROSE.
I’d love to play with their continuing relationship more with the pair of them as rivals who eventually become friends before they know it, and then perhaps something more :)
Pendulumshipping (Yuya/Reiji)
And here we are. You all knew it was coming if you’ve been here for longer than 10 minutes, lol. Yuya/Reiji was my fave from the beginning, and it only grew and grew and grew until it became my most important and favorite OTP of everything I’ve ever shipped.
I’ve told the story a million times, but I first began shipping them when Reiji imagined he was dueling Yuya while testing his pendulum cards. What kind of a person do you have to be to move someone as immovable as Reiji, who’s spent his entire life making himself strong and unaffected for the task ahead? What kind of person do you have to be to stick in Reiji’s mind like that? And for a while, it felt very one-sided to me, though I played around with the idea of Yuya eventually returning those feelings -- still, back then, I felt almost guilty about the ship because more than one person called it potentially abusive, and I could see where they were coming from -- canon at that point had shown them as antagonists towards each other after all. And then canon kept trucking along and showed me that it wasn’t just that at all -- a seed of trust was starting to blossom between the two of them. The moment that Yuya called out Reiji’s name by his first name out of concern to see him trapped with the Council, that’s when I realized they absolutely did both have some level of trust in and care for each other. And when Yuya shouted out his trust in Reiji despite Roget’s revelation about Reiji’s father, proving that he did trust Reiji and his judgement after all, and when their tag duel arrived, and Reiji decided he would throw in with Yuya all the way, that he would stand behind him and believe in him til the end and the two of them fought together, that was it. It’s place as my favorite OTP was sealed.
There’s just something so soft and gentle about them, despite their beginnings. They don’t have the same antagonistic air to them that most main ygo protag/rival pairs have to time. Despite their beginnings, they were always on the same side, and it was never about trying to one up the other, even at their last battle -- it was always about working together for a common goal, and making the other better. And I just really, really love that.
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demiboy — ever hear people say APOLLO AMORETTO looks a lot like NICK ROBINSON? I think THEY/HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The GRAPHIC DESIGN major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VT. They can be ADROIT, but they can also be INDELICATE. I think APOLLO might be A TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )
ok so i lied and this is after midnight. sue me. his background is a lil inspired by logan from veronica mars so like, sue me 2x. dnjkfmgh but !! give this a LIKE so i can come MESSAGE U FOR PLOTS !!!
TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, GRIEF
a e s t h e t i c s
fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.
general info !!
full name: apollo casimir amoretto
nickname(s): cas, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)
b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi
label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.
height: hitting 6′0″
hometown: livingstone, vt !
sexuality: bi bi bi bi bisexual
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biography !!
cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and downright explosive at worst
cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up
camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in livingstone, vermont, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in
was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress
apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy – i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his … lack of being around.
when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got…worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.
it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being independent.
this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their beach-side mini mansion – it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.
this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.
at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and…pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole … gossip appeal.
in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of livingstone. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.
for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.
cristian was convicted and sent to prison almost a whole year after it occurred. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father as a witness.
and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !
could not tell you why he stayed in livingstone, but he did. almost dropped out of college a good few times ( he isn’t passionate about graphic design, it’s more of him wasting time than anything else ) and spends most of his time raiding on WoW or competitively playing overwatch :/
speaking of college ! apollo was kieran’s roommate and like ... a close friend of his. the death hit him pretty hard b/c of his past.
lives in kieran but lately has been switching between his dorm and his childhood home - it’s technically his dad’s but he hasn’t been to his mom’s apartment in years. the mansion has become run-down and pretty grody, a sore sight that pisses off the neighbors.
he does identify as demiboy but he cares abt his identity like ... so little ...
personality !!
his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like … skating … vaping … gamer things, y’know.
from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi ™ that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.
but like … he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-built computer !
he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like … who wouldn’t ? also … cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.
his favorite games to play are multiplayer games so !!
he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like … some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.
his role in the band is essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he’s a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly ( he still does who are we kidding )
probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!
huuuuuge junk food junkie. like … he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.
he’s pretty much a loner, minus his bandmates -- having a reputation like his really ... puts off others. wasn’t the friendliest person in high school either, which doesn’t help. kieran and him were kindred souls.
to be honest, he’s really selfish. thinks about himself first and foremost, considers it to be a method of surviving in a fuck-shit town with fuck-shit people. wouldn’t hesitate to toss people to the side if it were to ever come down to it. he’s not a faithful pal.
he’s ruthless, impulsive, does whatever he pleases because he assumes that everybody’s already got their opinion of him due to his father. hard to stop him when he’s on a rampage.
seething with rage on the inside. :/
uuhhh so he’s got this fucking…pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what was apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now. give that dog an emotional support animal certification and boom.
this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants ( and other medications, but y’know. that’s just how it is ) b/c like … y’know … the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like … hook ups aren’t really an option for him 99% of the time.
besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication.
he’s … sort of an asshole. like … he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.
no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi … a man and his dog … who also carries like five knives on him.
like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral
wanted connections !!
bandmates !! i’d envision that there’s four or five members including him. two electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard ( that me -_- ) , anybody singing ... maybe a triangle player ! or a cowbell ! i dunno ! endless possibilities.
fans of the band mayb ?? try to seduce him so they can party w/ them after a show n apollo’s just like :/ nah ( or yah ! )
people he clashes with hardcore !! people who are one n the same.
uuhh ... big slut for enemies ! ppl he refuses to get along with or they’ve been on bad terms previously for whatever reason. :-)
alternately, people he’s trying really hard to get along with but it’s not working b/c he’s a shithead.
maybe an actual good, close friend or two !! y’know. so he’s not completely alone.
people he’s fucked over previously by ditching them / being unreliable / messy / etc.
besides close friends, someone who’s soft towards him or vice versa. because as much as i love angst, i love the uwu too.
ex-flings, ex-fwbs, ex-hookups, etc. etc. ex-gfs/bfs. especially from high school.
people he’s known all his life ! childhood friends, childhood enemies, old rivals, etc.
people who like ... stayed away from him / distanced themselves after his dad’s arrest. :/
okay but like ... imagine, okay , some sort of high school romance where he used to sneak into their room / sneak them out, n then they’d like. go wild out. y’know like, parents Hate him.
ppl who end up on one of his benders / night time adventures / whatever chaotic shit w/ him.
a hook-up gone bad could b fun !
gaming pals. gaming enemies.
skater buds ! vaping buds ! stoner buds ! apollo owns like three juuls.
someone he’s good friends with ( maybe ?? potentially developing Feelings at the same time ) but apollo fucks up their friendship / possible Something because that’s just what he Does.
somebody who thought tht like ... his childhood home was just Abandoned and Empty so they started breaking in to like. get high or fuck or whatever and apollo just walks in one day like ... what are u doing.
someone who caught him dealing juul pods to middle schoolers and was like ... what are u doing. idiot.
idiot reckless buddy pals !! wreck shit together !! burn couches !! chaos !
literally i’ll take anything sdjnfkmgh
#livingintro#this is an hr late oops !#death tw#murder tw#domestic violence tw#grief tw#mental illness tw
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Marvin from the rivals au for that character thing or just in general bc I love him so much and I want to know more about him
This got so long, I’m so sorry. This is like 2k words bc if allowed to talk about this boy then i could talk Forever. Oops
(With the meme it’s here btw)
Occasional sleeptalker. Usually just incoherent babbling, andJackie finds it hilarious to listen to if he's awake for it
Can braid his own hair perfectly without any trouble. Fear him
Shows his love of certain ppl by buying them lil gifts but hatesthe confrontation and awkwardness of giving them to them so heusually just leaves them in places he knows they'll find them,usually with no indication that they're from him either
Colour codes Everything
Has his own way of organising things that makes sense to Him okaybut he can't really explain it to anyone else. It annoys poor Jamesonto no end bc he organises shit to help with his anxiety and MarvinKeeps Ruining It
His reaction to Chase and Jackie wanting to get up to impulsivefun shit is "sure, go ahead, just don't hinder whatever I'mdoing" (or sometimes he joins them) and Schneep is sodisappointed in him for not helping him keep them in check instead
Has a fuckin perfectly figured out skincare routine and he'sdragging all the others up with him
Generally v good at lazy/spa day kinda self-care
Has ADD (tho all the egos have ADD/ADHD tbh)
Chase has absolutely compared him to Mettaton X at some point andMarvin doesn't know how to react to that
Gets cold super easily and Hates It. Is an absolute lil bitchabout it and won't stop whining until he can get warm again(favourite way to do that is to cuddle Jackie, and he just goes allhappy and melty from it, but I still wouldn't try to talk to him if Iwere you. And Jackie is a good bf who puts up with Marvin's stupidcold hands and face)
Has two modes when cuddling btw, he either just lies peacefullywith someone (mostly Jackie) while having an arm draped over them orholding their hand or pressed up against them, or he turns into afuckin octopus. Good luck trying to get up, you won't succeed
Which has led to multiple instances of someone needing Jackie forsomething, only to find him unavailable bc he's completely trapped bya sleeping Marvin even if he himself is wide awake. But he enjoys ita lot too bc Hell Yes Affection and would never have the heart tomove him and wake him up
He's also p damn pointy so he's not really the most comfy personto cuddle but Oh Well
Also wakes up slow and says a lot of bullshit in the process (orstuff he'd normally filter out and not get to say, like sappy shit)
A flirty lil bitch
Knows Jackie blushes super easily and enjoys the fuck out of it.Constantly trying to figure out how little it'll take for him to beall red in the face (And he knows Jackie doesn't mind and he backsoff when he's told to. Don't worry. Consent is still there)
He on the other hand doesn't blush often so when he does it meanshe's Super Flustered
Ik i said this last night too but he knows how to dance and doesit p well tbh?? He used to dance a lot when he was a kid/teen butdropped it when he realised he was trans bc then he tried to be AsMasculine As Possible bc he felt like if he didn't he'd be "fakingit"
(Grew out of that eventually. He's so glad he did)
Insecure about more stuff than he would ever let you believe
Once he starts really caring about the other egos he tries So Hardto be good to them and secretly beats himself up sometimes for stillbeing an Asshole when he messes it up. Yeah it's angsty. He'd takehimself apart just to make it up to his friends for having been anasshole to them before
Not a morning person but he can still function if woken up early,he'll just make sure you know that he's Not happy about it
Very rarely gets dysphoric, really only if continously referred towith the wrong pronouns/gendered terms or if called his deadname
At some point he started shooting Jackie flirty looks while sayingbullshit in French (Jackie doesn't speak French) to fluster him butit got to the point where Marvin realised that if he wanted to keepdoing it he'd need to Actually Learn French instead of just spoutingthe same limited amount of bullshit all the time. And that's thestory of why he started studying a Whole Other Language
Likes flowers but knows fuck all about them
I don't think I'll ever properly type down how he got his scar sohere: before Marvin pledged alliance to the other egos, Anti alreadyassumed he would, and so he captured him and threatened to torturehim to get information out of him/possibly force him on his sideinstead. Marvin called his bluff and told him to fuck himself. Antigot angry, waved his knife a lil too close to Marvin's face duringone of his threats and ended up actually cutting him. Anti was superhappy bc holy shit I Did Something, and Marvin decided that he's hadenough and since he'd been saving his energy all this time, blew up acharge of electricity in Anti's face. He then proceeded to teleporthome (with the chair he was tied to still attached but uhh. That partof the story is a lil less dignified so shh)
Anti has had a special place in Hell for him ever since (and withthis I'm realising that Anti is actually p fuckin bad at his job??Wow)
Says he doesn't like his hair messed with. He's lying.
But you gotta be Special and Important To Him to have permissionto touch his hair (or a hairdresser I guess). But Jackie is one ofthose ppl so he can mess with Marvin's hair all he wants (he evenlearned how to braid hair just to surprise him and lemme tell you,Marvin was Absolutely v surprised) Stroke and pet his hair longenough and he'll go all melty
His teeth are a lil bit pointier than average (and Jackie is sofucking gay for that and I'm shaming him)
Used to write poetry as a teen. Don't bring it up, he'sembarrassed.
Shoves all his feelings and problems in a box and hides them inthe attic bc He Doesn't Want Them
Can sing okay but doesn't do it often bc it's not Perfect so it'sBad. Hums more often tho
He's scared of a bunch of stuff in horror movies (and triggered bysome) but No One is allowed to know that. He's glad most of theothers don't much like them either and thus they don't watch themtogether anyway. He really doesn't want others to see him scared bche thinks it'd make him look weak and ridiculous
(Yes, he double-standards himself vs other ppl a Lot. Being scaredor having bad mental health or messing up is only bad if he does it.But you didn't hear that from me.)
Pokemon is one of his biggest and longest-lasting hyperfixations
Holy shit I've never drawn him in a suit but my dudes he looks SoPretty in a well-fitted suit, Holy Fuck. Give him a lapel flower andit'll be Perfect. No one can resist that amount of charm
Knows how to walk (and even run and dance) in high heels but can'tfucking stand them (no pun intended, he just finds them reallyuncomfortable)
Will be stunned silent if anyone assumes he doesn't absolutelyAdore Jackie, both bc How Dare You and bc he's trying So Hard to be agood bf is he really That Bad at it?
Pressure is not his main stim but it's the best way to bring himout of a panic/anxiety attack and just ground him in general, espwhen he can't use his magic or doesn't think to use it. (He doesn'thave any weighted stuff so in others words: lie on him.) Once hecalms down enough he'll hopefully start doing his vital-readingmagic, which should help calm him more
(Also yeah, the whole vital-reading that I've probably talk aboutjust Way Too Much already but jic I'll mention it again anyway: hecan use his magic to read other ppl's vitals. It calms and comfortshim. He mainly does it to Jackie, who has given him blanketpermission for it)
Favourite stim is fondling with squishy things (like those foamanimal keychains??) and scraping stuff like candle wax or soap (itwould probably be chewing if he actually realised that that is aValid Stim but he Doesn't)
Has his own apartment for a while still after moving in with theother egos bc he doesn't expect it to last. He sells it about a yearlater
His job is being a magician too and doing his shows that bring inAbsolutely enough money for him to not have to get another job or doshows like every other night. Ppl don't know he has Actual MagicPowers which makes a lot of things easier for him
His masks are all self-made bc he didn't wanna chance lettinganyone else do it, and he's had many less fabulous ones before bc healways wants Better. The gold patterns on the one I've drawn him withbefore are covered in glitter. He has a couple other ones he usestho, all different styles and shapes and colours for the sake ofvariety. He always wears matching make-up (mainly eye make-up andlipstick) for his shows
The scoreboard on the fridge (a piece of paper where they trackevery time him and Jackie defeat each other in Anything At All) washis idea, but it was Jackie who drew the stick figure renditions ofthe two of them on it (so it was a joint effort, really. Yeah,ironic. Or typical)
Has no shame when it comes to PDA as long as it isn't suggestive,but Jackie is a lot less sure about it (esp when out in public) soofc he respects that
That also means that if Jackie decides to hold his hand in publiche gets So Fucking Giddy you have No Idea and also you wouldn'tbelieve it even if you saw
Speaking of giddy. If you manage to get him to start talking aboutJackie (not a hard thing to achieve tbh) he will get so happy andgiddy and excited and Will Not Shut Up okay. Or at least it'll takehim a While to realise that he's rambling and has completely shed hiscool exterior. He just really loves his bf okay and he kinda justwants everyone to know how great he is
Can remember names and face p well but numbers and dates? Nah son.You better believe he has to make memos and calendar entries on hisphone for Everything. He's glad he can remember his own birthday,almost everything else he just kinda remembers (so only as specificas season or month). He feels bad about it tho, esp when he has tocheck like twice a day coming up to an important date that yes, it'sstill two days away, he didn't miss it
Has the kinda handwriting that's v pretty to look at but is anabsolute Pain to try to read
#marvin the magnificent#marvelsepticeye#bc theres a bunch of that in there too#some other egos too but eh not gonna tag them#rivals au#headcanon#thank you btw!!!!#im v flattered that you love my asshole son so much#theenbywitch
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